Alpha's Prey

Chapter 2-3

Caleb

I have to fight to shift back to human form when I get to my cabin, and when I succeed, I have a boner the size of the Eiffel Tower.

Well.

Now I’m awake.

And it’s not even spring yet.

Because I still carry the snow and dirt of the forest on my skin, I head into the shower.

As the water sluices over my body, I try not to think of that ridiculous human scientist staring at me like I’m some kind of god. The way those full lips moved around the words, you’re beautiful.

Beautiful? Not even close.

I am darkness and despair. A formidable bear. A pathetic man. And far too often, caught between the two—neither man nor bear, but something sick and raw and wasted.

But I can’t stop the image of her from presenting itself before my eyes. Her curvy shape. The creamy skin. The very capable demeanor.

I grip my c**k, trying my best not to imagine her lush mouth over it.

Oh f**k—now I thought it. And goddamn what a wonderful thought. My thighs shudder as I imagine the hot water from the shower is the heat of her mouth gliding over my length.

I probably wouldn’t fit in that hot mouth of hers. Although she is ample for a human. Would she look up at me with that same glowing awe as she took me between those pouty lips? Like she wanted to worship at my feet just because I have fur and claws?

I shake my head, guilt shutting down the fantasy like the lid on a garbage can.

How could I?

I mated Jen for life. And most bears don’t settle down—we’re seldom monogamous. But I did.

I shouldn’t be getting turned on by any other female. Especially not a human.

Except my c**k disagrees. Even my bear disagrees—he’s right at the surface, urging me to shift and charge back to the research cabin. I’m still rock hard, and my fist hasn’t stopped moving up and down over the throbbing appendage.

Fuck.

Well, it’s not like I’d actually do anything with her. This is more like a foray into porn. I’m letting myself travel down the path of a stupid fantasy. No harm, no foul, right? I close my eyes, remembering the scent of the human female. Pleasure ripples through my body; the water’s suddenly way too hot. I twist it toward cold and pump my c**k harder. My balls draw up tight.

Damn, when’s the last time I jacked off? It’s been months. At least half a year. My body celebrates the reignition of my libido, the hormones pumping through my body. Once more, the vision of the scientist on her knees servicing me rises to the forefront of my mind.

That lush mouth…

I come, my hand jerking frantically as I spend onto the porcelain floor of the tub.

Relief makes me sag, leaning a shoulder against the cool tile. The pleasure only lasts a moment and then disgust rips through me.

What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be thinking anything about that human female except how to keep my bear from breaking through and how to protect her from the evil that lurks in the woods.