Outlaw MC Bear by Bella Love-Wins Page A

pleasure. Without thinking, her right hand fell from her tight hold on his clothes, dropping it altogether when he wound his fingers into her hair and tugged her head backward. The sound of the garments hitting the floor must have brought him back to sanity. Silas leaped back into the hallway as if she’d pulled a knife on him. A coldness invaded her body from the void created by the abrupt absence of his contact. It left her numb and unsteady. Her eyes shot open, lips slightly parted and desperately trying to regain some control even when she still couldn’t feel her legs.
    Silas cleared his throat nervously, and Sabrina snuck a glance at him as he adjusted himself in his pants, looking away. Taking the opportunity, she quickly picked up the spare clothes and slipped into the bedroom. It wasn’t until the door was shut that she thought she heard his low, haunted apology through the thick walnut wood.

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    Silas
    J esus H. Christ , that interaction was too damn close for comfort. He’d almost mauled the woman. It had taken every ounce of willpower to keep his paws from making Sabrina drop to her knees before him so her lovely little mouth could glide up and down his shaft.
    “Oh God,” Silas groaned at the visual in his head. Hell, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his skull. Silas was seconds away from losing his mind. He half-considered going back to the bar and taking one of the twisted claws to a spare room so he could get his mind off what just happened.
    Yes, it was time to go in search of something to get his ill-timed behavior under control. He’d never been nearly as attracted to any woman as he was to this pretty little high society minx. His cock throbbed, jerking against his fly as he fought the urge to go right back to her. No way was he doing that. Touching himself was not an option either. And why was his pulse beating so hard in his throat that his windpipe could seal shut?
    His shifter hearing remained trained on the sounds coming from the other side of her door, while the rest of him agonized over the thousands of things he wanted to do to her trim, toned body. He heard the rasp of her dress going down her legs and the fabric pooling at her feet. When she held out his sweatpants and shook them before putting them on, he let out a growl deep in his chest. He was helpless against the idea of her wearing his clothes, their scents mingling together—
    “Silas?” her small voice called out through the door.
    It took him three tries to make a coherent noise that wouldn’t come out like a feral roar. That hundred percent human Sabrina probably didn’t need to hear him snarl at the moment. Or ever.
    “Yeah?”
    “Thanks for the clothes.”
    His tension deflated against the hallway, although his boner still hurt like a son of a bitch. He was almost sorry for the missed opportunity. “You’re screwed in the head, motherfucker.”
    “What was that?” Sabrina called.
    “Uh, nothing. Don’t worry about the clothes.”
    Silence.
    “You okay in there?”
    More silence.
    Okay, he needed to ease off. She was probably checking her makeup or something. No biggie. So why did he want to rip the door off its hinges and charge through the room so he could get a glimpse of her face? He banged the back of his head against the wall a few times. The pain didn’t dilute the urgent need that was running hot through his veins like fire. There was something about her…she just fit.
    Whoa, I’ve officially hit the Lifetime channel’s pussy-whipped status.
    Time to ditch the remote and make a quick exit.
    So why am I not moving?
    Fuck.
    “Sabrina!” He pivoted around, banging on the door with a fist. He winced when he noticed the crack in the paint and a few tiny fissures springing up in the wood where his hand made contact. His shifter strength was a bitch when he wasn’t in control. “You haven’t passed out in there, have you?”
    “I'm all right, Silas.”
    Her voice came through the door, and his