“Calm down and I’ll explain.” The large naked guy held his palms up as if I was the one over fucking reacting.
“Excuse me, are you insane?” I yelled, frantically, sidestepping away from him.
Each attempt he made to try and grab hold of my arms, I spun mine in circles. It looked like some freakishly weird dance moves
“I think we’ve finally established that this is not a dream,” he patronized.
And he had the audacity to look at me as if I was the one stark raving mad.
“You kidnapped me from the guest house. You need to let me go or else you’re going to be in serious trouble buddy,” I warned, pointing a finger at him.
He dragged his hand down his face, clearly frustrated. My eyes landed on his engorged appendage and I let out a shocked gasp.
“Oh my God! Cover your thing!” I screamed, slapping a hand over my eyes.
I heard him move and I quickly ran further away around the room. When I looked again, I saw that he’d pulled on a pair of faded jeans. I could still make out his manhood straining against the denim. I couldn’t help but notice how well endowed he was too.
“You slept next to me naked, and you don’t think that’s just a teeny tiny bit creepy, huh?” I held up my forefinger and thumb to measure an inch gap.
His brows raised as he stared at me with amusement, his chest heaving and lips slightly parted.
He thinks that I'm measuring the length of his cock.
Of course, it wasn't small—at all! If I had to admit it, he looked the epitome of every female fantasy. Over 6ft tall and built like a house. He was devilishly handsome, with rugged good looks, dark-blonde hair and deep, piercing blue eyes, and a massive... Ugh! I'm not even going to think about that.
Oh fuck, what am I saying? Let’s not forget he’s a friggin’ psycho.
“Are you done checking me out now? Can I get a word in edgeways, please?” He teased, in a husky drawl.
I flung my hands up in the air with an incredulous ‘what the actual fuck?’ look playing on my face.
“Humour me, asshole. I’ve had a night from hell and this is the big fat cherry on top of my shit sundae,” I spat.
“Interesting choice of words. Can I talk now?” He points at himself, then at me. “You came along last night and almost ran me over.” He jabbed his finger at me.
“You and your careless driving, and terrible singing by the way. My Chemical Romance, seriously?” He canted his head to one side, narrowing his eyes at me in mock pity.
I stared open-mouthed, struggling to believe the temerity of the arrogant asshole. I opened my mouth to speak and he cut me off.
“Wait. I’m not done here,” his voice held an indignant tone as if he felt like the injured party. “And to top it off. It turns out that you’re my mate. The woman who almost mowed me down turned out to be my fuckin’ mate. I could scent it all over you. I ran all the way to that guest house and pulled all the glow plugs out of your sports car.” He produced them from inside the pocket of his jeans. “Here, you want them back?” He yelled, then threw them onto the bed.
He’d sabotaged my fucking car!
I hadn’t realized that I’d frozen rigid. My initial thought was that he was one of those escaped patients from a mental institution. I glanced around for a phone to call 911.
“It’s OK,” I soothed. “I’m going to call someone who can help you because you need professional help, honey.” I raised up my palms as I tried to edge towards the door. “Hey, no harm was done here. Do you have anyone I can call? A family member, a social worker, psychologist?” I asked, desperately trying to maintain a calm façade.
He ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a forced breath.
“Har, fucking har har, very funny! Are you done?” His patience began to wane.
Shit! I’ve made him mad.
I cringed. “Look, maybe we just got off on the wrong foot. Just point me in the direction of the road and I’ll be out of your way. I’ll send you compensation for the trauma I caused. My family is loaded, so just name your price,” I tried to resolve the situation the only way I knew how—with money.
His expression morphed into a deeply offended scowl.
“I don’t want your money, I want company. You’re my mate. You’re supposed to be made for me. Don’t you feel it?” He asked, searching my eyes desperately.
I shrugged. ”I’m not blind. You’re attractive, I’ll give you that much.”
I didn’t know what else he expected me to say, but the more time I took to fully appreciate him, the more I wanted to unravel the mystery. Be it my over-sexed hormones or genuine curiosity, I was intrigued.
“So give me a chance. Let me explain what I am. All I’m asking for is a month. That's long enough to get to know me and decide whether you like me or not. Then if you think it’s not working out, you can leave, and I promise to let you. With no hard feelings, of course,” he begged.
“I'm supposed to start work tomorrow. My mom thinks I need to learn to be more self-sufficient or else I’ll be disinherited.” I sighed. "Don't take this the wrong way, but there are dating apps for shit like this."
I saw the world come to an end in his eyes, forcing him to do what he did next.
“Please,” he asked again. "My kind get one true soulmate. No one else can even come close. Please, give me a chance to prove that I'm worth it. I promise that I'll treat you like a fucking queen."
I pinched the bridge of my nose and squeezed my eyes shut, giving it some thought. The things he said were cute but the entire situation was completely fucking crazy. Scratch that, this was insane! For all I knew, he could’ve been an ax murderer. Then again, would a mentally deranged psychopath beg me to date him for a month and promise to treat me like a queen?
How many mentally deranged psychopaths have you actually met, Riley? Yeah, that’s right, none.
My gut twisted in knots, worrying about if’s, but’s and maybe’s.
Do I run along home to where my dull, boring life awaits me, or do I take a chance for once and do something reckless?
“I can’t believe I’m actually saying this. I must be as insane as you are. But fine. You got a month,” I replied.
His face filled with shock, having been expecting me to turn him down flatly.
“Really?” he stumbled back with surprise.
I crossed my arms defensively and studied his body language in a silent analysis. There was still the opportunity to run if he turned out to be a nut job. He had ten seconds left to prove me wrong, then I was out of here.
“So what are you, a Mormon or something? You said 'my kind',” I quizzed, using my fingers to air quote.
"What's a Mormon?" He muttered, his brows furrowing into a confused frown.
My eyes flinch. "You really are a recluse, huh?" I replied, wondering if he knew anything about the outside world.
His posture relaxed. ”My name is Axel Thorne, and I’m a bear shifter.”
My eyes rounded, setting firmly in a hardened glare. “S’cuse me, you’re a what?” I spluttered. "I don't think I heard you right.
"I'm a bear shifter," he repeated.
He seemed so matter of fact as he spoke, not even the hint of a smirk danced across his lips. Either he had the perfect poker face or he actually believed in what he was saying.
"Huh?" His answer startled me. "You work for animal control, shifting bears around or something?"
His chest vibrated as he laughed. “Not even close, sweetheart. That means I can turn into a bear. It was me you almost killed and turned into a rug out on the road last night,” he explained, as a matter of fact.
I scrunched my face, eyeing him with skepticism. “You’re a bear. Like an actual bear?”
Warning bells started ringing throughout my head and I began edging closer and closer towards the bedroom door.
Oh, fuck, fuckety fuck! What did I say? A fucking nut job!
He exhaled, exasperatedly. “No, I’m a fucking unicorn. Of course, I’m a bear. You need me to prove it?”
I nodded, calling his bluff. He could’ve been in the same place at the same time for all I knew, running away from whatever institution he escaped from.
He pulled open the top button of his jeans and started to shuck them off. I may have had a sly look at his cock. It was pretty large and damn hard to miss.
The snapping of bones made me jump back, startled. I then watched with horror as his body began to metamorphose into something large, brown, and grizzly.