Bought for Christmas(35)

By: Doris O Connor


Emilia bit her lip and reared back as though he’d slapped her.

“Like me, you mean? Oh my God, Leo was going to sell me to that vile man to feed his drug addiction? Is that what you’re telling me?” Emilia’s voice had risen to a shrill shriek in her agitation, and Hunter winced.

“Addicts do the strangest things, and they usually hurt their family the most. I’m not making excuses for him here, but that boy needs help.”

A tear streaked down Emilia’s face, and she swiped it away before he could reach out and do it for her.

“He needs to want it first. Mama kept him on an even keel, but since she died, he just … fuck it.”

“I know, she made me keep an eye on him, too. Not that she needed to ask me. He’s your twin and important to you, so, of course I kept an eye on him. This was a new low even for him, and there was no fucking way that damn wolf was going to get his hands on what’s mine.”





Chapter Ten



Emilia’s heart threatened to beat itself out of her chest hearing that growled mine. Hunter sounded as though he meant it, and she could once again see his bear prowl behind his eyes. It made her acutely aware of him, and she wished with all her might that things would be different between them.

That she wasn’t here under a contract, and that he would just act on his words and claim her as his.

“Say that again, please,” she said, and Hunter ran a hand through his hair. The action made his pectorals ripple under the tight tee that he wore, and Emilia suppressed a sigh. He might think he was too old for her, but he didn’t look like a guy his age, and besides, what did age matter when you loved someone? And she did love him. This wouldn’t hurt that much if she didn’t. Emilia furiously blinked away the moisture threatening to erupt from her eyes again, and Hunter frowned. He reached out to her as though to touch her, but then balled his hand into a fist and rested it on his knee instead.

“I said you’re mine, kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical, scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and continued.

“No, let me finish. He is your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s one of the many things about you that I…”

His bear growled, and Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer and put her hand on his tense thigh.

“You what, Sir? Please don’t clam up on me now,” she said.

A grim smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.

Holding himself off of her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop from whimpering her need.

Hunter groaned and bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other than kiss her.

He pulled away, and the heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.

“Fuck it, Emilia. I can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”

Hunter’s voice came out distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew bigger above her.

“Then have me, all of me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes, clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.

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