The Beast's Desire 1-3 (Paranormal Romance, Beast Lust Series) by Emerald Ice
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and they had cleaned her body too. Something strange was going on in Apple Creek Preserve…extra strange, if you count the existence of two Bigfoots and one oversized panther leisurely strolling through the forest a teensy bit odd.
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable with her nakedness, she walked over to put on her robe. The scent of spice and sandalwood wafted toward her nose and she sighed happily as she recalled the previous evening.
Even though she shivered with pleasure when she thought about her time with the ape-men, something about the larger Bigfoot with the straight black hair bothered her. She wracked her brain, trying to figure out the reason, but came up with nothing. What she did remember about him was certainly not displeasing. She pondered the thought a bit more then gave up as her stomach growled loudly. A night of passionate sex definitely made a girl hungry!
She ate a light breakfast then headed to the pond to freshen up. Chloe was a bit more leery at removing her clothes this time and looked around, assessing her surroundings with a critical eye.
Satisfied that she was alone, she took a quick dip in the water then dressed. After shoving her items back into the pack, she made a decision: Mr. Devons was going to give her some answers.
It didn’t matter what he had seen, she reasoned. If he had seen her with the two creatures, then he obviously knew about their existence; if he hadn’t seen their sex marathon last night, then she was no worse off than right now. The latter would be more frustrating, but less embarrassing.
* * * *
It took a little over thirty minutes to reach the ranger’s cabin. Chloe nearly lost her nerve several times, but steeled herself as Mr. Devon’s cabin came into view. She was going to do this!
She set her pack on the ground to the side of the door and knocked, rallying her emotions. After all, she was about to ask him a question that was tantamount to declaring her insane. Her thoughts raced as she wrestled with the wording of the question in her mind.
Hello, Mr. Devons. I was wondering, have you seen Bigfoot? Or, I was just wondering, do you have an influx of large ape-men in the area? And what about that enormous black panther? Geez, this was SO frustrating! she thought, becoming slightly panicked again.
Before she could run away from the potentially embarrassing encounter, the door opened and a very sexy, half-dressed Ronin Devons stood in front of her. He wore only a forest green towel around his waist and his hair was wet – obviously he’d just stepped out of the shower. Most of his face was covered in shaving cream, leaving his black hair to dangle in disarray over his forehead.
Chloe had seen a naked man or two before, but this man was breathtakingly gorgeous and sexy, especially in daylight. His shoulders were broad and his arms thick and muscular. He had a smooth chest with perfectly cut pectoral muscles and his abs stood out like a neon sign – all eight of them.
The growing bulge under the front of the towel held Chloe’s gaze, but she looked away quickly, embarrassed that she’d dared to allow her eyes to roam that far down his body.
Even worse, her eyes began to ping-pong between his face and his cock; the latter beginning to twitch slightly at her sudden attention. The now-familiar, sensual spicy musk filled the air and she snapped her head up to concentrate solely on his face.
She nearly lost her breakfast as realization hit her with the force of a freight train. The scar! Coupled with the man’s spicy musk and the small scar on his eyebrow, she knew this had been the man…er, beast, with whom she had been intimate the previous night. She nearly swooned as she realized she was, without a shadow of a doubt, looking directly at Bigfoot.
The Beast’s Desire Book 3
Chapter 3.1
The cold, ice-running-through-her-veins feeling of shocking truth whipped through Chloe from head to toe. Never in a million years would she have guessed the identity of
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable with her nakedness, she walked over to put on her robe. The scent of spice and sandalwood wafted toward her nose and she sighed happily as she recalled the previous evening.
Even though she shivered with pleasure when she thought about her time with the ape-men, something about the larger Bigfoot with the straight black hair bothered her. She wracked her brain, trying to figure out the reason, but came up with nothing. What she did remember about him was certainly not displeasing. She pondered the thought a bit more then gave up as her stomach growled loudly. A night of passionate sex definitely made a girl hungry!
She ate a light breakfast then headed to the pond to freshen up. Chloe was a bit more leery at removing her clothes this time and looked around, assessing her surroundings with a critical eye.
Satisfied that she was alone, she took a quick dip in the water then dressed. After shoving her items back into the pack, she made a decision: Mr. Devons was going to give her some answers.
It didn’t matter what he had seen, she reasoned. If he had seen her with the two creatures, then he obviously knew about their existence; if he hadn’t seen their sex marathon last night, then she was no worse off than right now. The latter would be more frustrating, but less embarrassing.
* * * *
It took a little over thirty minutes to reach the ranger’s cabin. Chloe nearly lost her nerve several times, but steeled herself as Mr. Devon’s cabin came into view. She was going to do this!
She set her pack on the ground to the side of the door and knocked, rallying her emotions. After all, she was about to ask him a question that was tantamount to declaring her insane. Her thoughts raced as she wrestled with the wording of the question in her mind.
Hello, Mr. Devons. I was wondering, have you seen Bigfoot? Or, I was just wondering, do you have an influx of large ape-men in the area? And what about that enormous black panther? Geez, this was SO frustrating! she thought, becoming slightly panicked again.
Before she could run away from the potentially embarrassing encounter, the door opened and a very sexy, half-dressed Ronin Devons stood in front of her. He wore only a forest green towel around his waist and his hair was wet – obviously he’d just stepped out of the shower. Most of his face was covered in shaving cream, leaving his black hair to dangle in disarray over his forehead.
Chloe had seen a naked man or two before, but this man was breathtakingly gorgeous and sexy, especially in daylight. His shoulders were broad and his arms thick and muscular. He had a smooth chest with perfectly cut pectoral muscles and his abs stood out like a neon sign – all eight of them.
The growing bulge under the front of the towel held Chloe’s gaze, but she looked away quickly, embarrassed that she’d dared to allow her eyes to roam that far down his body.
Even worse, her eyes began to ping-pong between his face and his cock; the latter beginning to twitch slightly at her sudden attention. The now-familiar, sensual spicy musk filled the air and she snapped her head up to concentrate solely on his face.
She nearly lost her breakfast as realization hit her with the force of a freight train. The scar! Coupled with the man’s spicy musk and the small scar on his eyebrow, she knew this had been the man…er, beast, with whom she had been intimate the previous night. She nearly swooned as she realized she was, without a shadow of a doubt, looking directly at Bigfoot.
The Beast’s Desire Book 3
Chapter 3.1
The cold, ice-running-through-her-veins feeling of shocking truth whipped through Chloe from head to toe. Never in a million years would she have guessed the identity of
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