Fighting Dirty for His Girl (MF)

Wylde Bears 3

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 40,550
7 Ratings (3.9)

Bram Wylde is more bear than man, but he embraces it. With the need to fight regularly to let off steam, he lets his alpha bear run free when others keep their inner animals under control. When he sees Kenzie Harlow, a timid deer shifter, he vows that she will be his by the end of the night.

Kenzie has been Rook's prisoner for the last several years, but at twenty-one she knows if she wants to live she has to escape the sadistic and obsessed panther shifter. When Bram declares her his mate, she knows nothing could happen between them because Rook will prevent it. But it seems fate has other things planned for her because she finds herself at Bram’s isolated cabin that very night. But Rook thinks that if he can't have her no one can, and Bram must show the panther just how dirty he is willing to fight for his girl.

Fighting Dirty for His Girl (MF)
7 Ratings (3.9)

Fighting Dirty for His Girl (MF)

Wylde Bears 3

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 40,550
7 Ratings (3.9)
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“Bram?” Her eyes fluttered closed when he moved his mouth to her neck, and his warm breath teased the skin right below her ear.

“Yeah, baby?” His voice was low, husky, and the scent of his pheromones was a gust of intoxication that had her head spinning. “I’ll be gentle and won’t push you to do anything you don’t want.” The feel of his tongue on her throat had a small mewl leaving her. “I won’t take anything you’re not willing to give.”

Her head was suddenly too heavy for her to hold up, and so she let it fall back, baring her throat for her mate.

“That’s it, surrender to me willingly, and I swear to fucking God, Kenzie, I’ll make you never regret it.”

Kenzie didn’t regret it, and wanted to just let go, so she brought her hands up, gripped his massive biceps and nodded her desire for him to continue. “Bram, I want you, want this, but…” He lifted his head and looked down at her.

“Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.” She licked her lips, knowing that she really did want this, but for this first time it had to be her way.

“Will you let me lead?” She didn’t need to elaborate, because by the softening of his expression she knew he understood.

“Anything, baby. Anything I have is yours.”

He brushed his lips against hers, nothing overtly sexual, but almost surrendering, like he was ready to let her take the reins. He dropped his hands and took a step back. For a moment all they did was stare at each other, but she knew he was waiting for her to make the first move. The shirt he wore was a button-down, and so she lifted her hands to his chest, and rested her open palm right over his heart. The steady beat of his heart held to calm her. Her hands shook slightly, but it wasn’t from apprehension, but liquid arousal. Kenzie slipped the buttons out, and when the material was hanging open she smoothed her hands along the hard ridges that were clear through the white undershirt. His chest rose and fell, his breathing increasing with each passing moment.

Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, she started to lift the hem of his tee, seeing the ripped six-pack that was revealed. In one swift move he lifted his arms over his head, gripped the back of his shirt, and pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

Kenzie breathed out roughly when she looked at his hard chest. It was wide, golden in color, and so muscular she felt like a small, insignificant female beside him. The sharp edges of his tattoos that covered his back peeked over his shoulders, and she couldn’t help herself from lifting her hands and running her fingers over the dark ink. A full body shiver wracked his body, and he growled low in his throat. She knew it must be hard for him to just stand there, not taking control when she knew he wanted to. Nervousness was a living entity inside of her, but she pushed it aside and reached for the belt at his waist. His erection was already tenting his jeans, and it was enormous. After getting the button undone and his zipper down, she took a deep breath, gripped the edges of the denim, and pushed them down. He wore no underwear, a fact that turned her on even more. His shaft sprang forth like another limb, and all she could do was stare at it.

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