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Carter growled at the man. “Pervert.”

“
What was that?” Sydney stared at him. She didn’t know what to do. It was so...barbarian. So freaking hot. Normally she hated fighting and crap like that, but...her adrenaline shot up like an over-hyper bunny, her heart racing a mile a minute.

The air crackled between them, sparks flying. Carter picked up Sydney, seeing the twinkle in her eye and slung her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “I’ll be back,” he shot out at the barkeep, letting him know he was good for his tab.

“
What are you doing…” she wasn’t fighting him. She was simply melting in his arms, not sure what to make of her ass up and her head down. She hated that she was being like this. This wasn’t who she normally was. It was...embarrassing,
but damn hot
.

He pushed the door open to the back lot, and then slid her down to the ground. Pulling a wrist up over her head, he pinned her in place with his hand, and his body to her full-rounded hip. The couple dared the silence, but neither could say a word. His lips were on her faster than her mind could keep up with.

Their chemistry was electric. Sydney’s heart beat loudly in her ears. She was lost in his kiss, his mouth consuming her. His lips were soft, but he nibbled and sucked her lips and then rubbed his knee and thigh up against her, slowly separating her legs, parting them in one small swoop.

She wanted to tell him to stop. She wasn’t that kind of girl, but holy hell for one night, maybe she could be. Heat rushed to her cheeks. She could barely contain her desire. When it came down to it, she had needs just like everybody else; it’s just that she was ‘a good girl’. She didn’t do these things, and certainly not in public behind taverns. Sure she thought about it, but then went home to take care of matters herself. She wasn’t going to be deemed some kind of town wide slut.

His mouth milked her neck. If he kept this up much longer... Sydney’s brain turned to mush. A puddle. She was simply a melted pool of butter on the ground. Thinking was no longer an option.

She straddled against his thick, meaty thigh. Carter pushed her skirt up, and pressed his hand against her wet panties. There was no hiding her arousal when he slid his fingers along the damp material. He growled under his breath on feeling the moisture. It felt so…primal.

Sydney finally let go. Her body refused to let her mind win this game. Grinding against his huge muscular thigh, she ached for relief. He had something she wanted. Something she needed deep inside of her.
Crap, don’t be a hypocrite
. She was always spouting to Tara about one night stands...but here she was panting, her mind letting go again. She couldn’t focus. It felt too good.

Carter’s fingers wedged between her body and his thigh. Wiggling them closer to her heated triangle, she relented and leaned back enough for him to slip his fingers inside of her. Sydney groaned as he slid a finger and then two into her honey pot. On removing them, he lifted them to her face and slicked her wetness across her lips. Carter leaned in and licked her lips, tasting her juices.  Groaning, their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss.

The moment continued to grow, as did Carter’s massively engorged cock. It wanted to rip through his jeans, having a mind of its own. He wanted to take her...take her right there, the thrill of conquering her publically had his fires burning. He wanted to bend her over, and thrust deep inside of her, and…

The headlights shined on the couple. “Break it up, break it up,” Kai said, stepping out of his patrol car. “Come on, Carter, not right here where anyone can see.” He shook his head. “Get a room or hit the fields.”

Carter pulled back and growled at Kai, showing his frustration at being interrupted. He was good and ready to take it to the next level. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in Sydney, balls deep.

“
Yeah, yeah, big boy, keep it in your pants until you’re in the privacy of your own home, or take it to the woods. Not here where anybody can walk by.” Kai stood his ground, his tone becoming less patient.

When Carter stepped aside, Kai saw who was with him. “Sydney?”

Sydney turned four shades of red. Great. Figures, the one time she gets frisky, not only does she get caught, she doesn’t even get to finish. She slipped away to regain her composure and gave a small wave before darting inside.

Breathless, she ran to the bar, tossed some bills on the counter to pay the tab and then took off. She didn’t want to face him or talk to him after that. Mortified, she needed to get out of there fast. She didn’t do these things. This was not who she was. What came over her? She’d turned into one of those girls she mocked. Holy cow, she was a hypocrite.

She sat in her car, her heart thumping loudly in her chest, trying to make an escape. Just as she was pulling out, he made his way out of the front of the tavern. He was looking this way and that, looking to find her. Finally he spotted her. “Where are you going?” Carter called out as she started to pull away.

“
I’m not that kind of girl,” was all she could say, swallowing hard. With a small shrug, she drove off. Her entire body felt like jelly, her insides tingling. It was so out of character; she almost didn’t know what happened. One minute they were talking, the next he punched some guy out, and then she was riding his thigh. Stunned, she sat in her driveway after finally arriving home. Breathe. Breathe. Just breathe. When she turned and saw nobody followed her, she finally let her breath out. She did NOT do those kinds of things. Her only regret was that they didn’t finish. That was the most turned on she’d be in ages.

Sitting in the car in the safety of her driveway, Sydney lingered on her earlier encounter. The thought of her plump thighs sliding over Carter’s leg, and then him taking control dipping his fingers inside of her...Sydney got wet all over again. She tore through the front door and ran for her nightstand. She’d take matters into her own hands. She needed relief, like now, or she might burst.

Breathing heavily, Sydney stared up at the ceiling after a heated session with her vibrator. What the hell just happened? She never got caught up like that. It was so out of character. And of course, talk about timing. Figures one of the town cops shows up. Great.

All those nights she’d lectured Tara. All those moments when she’d said no in the past. All those times, and just like nothing, like it was something she did every weekend, she was in the back alley parking lot behind the tavern. Humiliation and shame filled her, but her bear’s lust wanted out. Normally, she held tight control of her lust...why was Carter different?

Nobody
could know about what happened. Her reputation would be ruined. Not like anybody cared about reputations in Mountain View Crest, especially in the land of libido and moonshine. When the full moon rose and not to mention the rare red moon rapture, all bets were off. But tonight was an ordinary night, just a plain-old, simple night. No excuses, no nothing; just a lust driven moment that blew up in her face.

Sydney sighed and let the weight drop off her shoulders. At least she stopped it before they went all the way. It’s not like she let him mate her. His cock was still stuffed into his jeans when she left, though it looked like a monster viper trying to get out. It was hard for the denim to hide the size of his thickness. He would have spread her open wide and... Sydney rolled over and picked up the vibrator again. She wasn’t finished just yet.

He couldn’t get her out of his mind. It made no sense. He’d been with plenty of women over the years. Hell, there was hardly ever a time there wasn’t somebody hanging around looking for a piece of the action. Carter had a reputation as a smoking-hot lover. Word got around, he saw to it. Those who spread the word were usually rewarded with another romp.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t finished. It was...her. He hadn’t enjoyed sitting and talking with someone like that in ages. She could keep up with him, debate him, and carry on a solid conversation. She was fascinating, had strong opinions, and wasn’t afraid to back up her theories. It didn’t make sense. She wasn’t even the type of girl he went for.

She was softer and chubbier than the girls he normally leaned toward, and almost too intellectual if there was such a thing. As smart as he was, dare he say it, she was maybe even smarter. And climbing into bed that night, alone, he wrapped his hand around his massive shaft and thought of the girl that had captured his mind unlike any other. He could have picked up another girl just as easily, but he needed time to let his thoughts wrap around her, lingering, and finish this one the right way. Carter grunted loudly as he reached his release, and rolled over to sleep. He never expected to wake up with her still on his mind. He was in trouble.

Carter shook his head, as if the physical motion would jog her from his brain. Stretching, his fingers brushed against the ceiling. Sunday was usually a leisurely day, but he had plans. He still had her scent on his mind and the taste of her essence on his lips, something he didn’t want to wash away. He wanted to inhale her until every trace and bit of her was gone. If only long enough to hold him over until he could get another taste of her in person.

He was on a mission. He needed to find her. They weren’t finished yet. Carter went in search of Grant. His girl would know where to find Sydney. And he was pretty sure by the way those two were tangled in each other’s arms leaving the place that they’d still be snuggled together. As much as Grant wanted to be one of those guys who could turn it off and walk away, Carter saw in it his eyes when he spoke of Tara. He was smitten. He didn’t even know how it happened, but the girl had gotten to him in the short span of time they’d spent together.

That’s crazy talk. Nonsense. How can a girl get into your brain in such a short...oh yeah. A sly grin slipped over Carter’s lips. This was different though. He just wanted to plant his seed, and once he’d finished business he’d move on. He wasn’t the kind of bear to be tied down. He’d always been a little untamed, his mom used to say, with a gypsy spirit that wanted to wander and be unfettered by responsibilities. He’d roam the lands alone one day, exploring every corner of the earth if he could. A wife, no thank you. Not in his plans...but the need to plant his seed...very strong. It was nature’s doing. He was born an alpha. That wasn’t his choosing. It’s just the way it worked out. Not his fault he had the urge to tame and control all of them, pushing his seed into as many women as he could. He wasn’t meant to be like the others, the betas who settled down. He’d leave that for the other bears. His life was meant to be lived freely, doing as he pleased, and taking charge when the mood struck him.

Carter banged on Grant’s front door, the wood vibrating under each loud thud.

“
I’m coming, I’m coming,” he vented as he made his way to the door.  Grant was rubbing his eyes and stretched. “What are you doing here?” Tara slipped around under his arm and let Grant’s arm rest on her shoulder.

“
Looking for her,” he said, pointing to Tara.

“
She’s mine,” Grant started, glaring at his friend.

“
Not like that.” Carter shook his head. “It’s her friend. I need to find her.”

“
Sydney? What happened? Did you do something to her? So help me god, I will kick your ass.” She threw her hands on her hips, not caring that Carter towered over her.

“
Yeah, whatever,” he shooed her away like a fly, showing he was less than impressed. “No. I didn’t do anything to her,” he grunted. “Not that I wouldn’t like to…” his male slut was slipping out. He corralled it and continued. “I just wanted to see her again, is that such a bad thing?”

Tara eyed him up and down. She didn’t like this one bit. Carter had a reputation. And while he might be one of the biggest, burliest, strongest, hottest, sexiest guys in town,
damn, he wass hot
, she didn’t like this one bit. She felt guilty even thinking it, and wrapped her hand through Grant’s to make up for her thoughts. “What do you want with my friend?” Tara asked again, catching his gaze dropping to her tits.

“
Hey now…” She covered her cleavage.

“
You walk around like that, a guy’s going to notice,” he said with a shrug.

“
You show up early on a Sunday morning, and we roll out of bed to answer the door, don’t expect me to dress up for the occasion.” She snapped back.  

“
Hey now, don’t be checking out her assets.” Grant stepped in front of Tara to block the view. “Mine,” he growled.

Carter looked around Grant. “Where is she? I need to talk to her.”

Tara examined him for another minute. “Fine, she lives over on Foxcroft Lane. Look for the tulip shaped mailbox. You’ll find her there.”

“
Thanks,” he was out the door before they could say anymore. The urgency washed over him as soon as he knew where she was.

Grant closed the door after his friend tore out of his house. “Let’s go back to bed. I want to show you something between my legs,” he teased.

Tara giggled and ran up the stairs.

Carter’s nature was pushing out of him. He looked at his car and left it there for now. Letting his bear out, his body shifted, his shoulders thickening, his nose elongating, his body filling out. He let out a bellow from deep in his belly and then pushed ahead, lunging hard, building speed. He needed to get the aggression out of him so he didn’t come on too strong. That wasn’t going to impress her. Pushing hard, he shot into the wooded trail that ran parallel with the main drag through town. The woods ran deep, but the trail was a perfect highway for running.

Coming to an outlet not far from Foxcroft Lane, he stood on the edge of the wooded line and took a deep breath, before slipping back into his human form. Leaning against a tree, he cleared his head. The solid run helped burn some of his lust out. He was afraid if he showed up on her doorstep, ready to pounce, she’d shut him out before he could get inside. He needed to get inside of her, body and soul. He wanted to know more about her, what made her tick, what her velvet insides felt like when he penetrated her, who she was, what her dreams and goals were… whoa, big boy. Whoa. What are you doing?