His to Bear: Icy Cap Den #1 (Alaskan Den Men) Read Online Free Page A

losing myself in the activity.
    “What did that log ever do to you?” Meg pops her head out the kitchen window. “She’s sleeping now. Tristan will be by later, she said.” She shakes her head at my nudity, although her eye lingers on my cock and balls. “You crazy bear. Aren’t you freezing?”
    “Nah.” I swing again, putting my relief that Trudy will be all right into my strike. “Let’s get back.”
    “Am I getting another bear ride?”
    “Meet me around front in twenty minutes.” I finish stacking a few more logs. Maybe my scent will be a warning to future prowlers. At the very least, it will agitate Tristan. That makes me grin. Serves that show-off right.
    Judging from how strongly Tristan scented the area, he takes his courtship of the resident fox seriously. Trudy’s a fine girl, but Tristan doesn’t need to complicate his life any more than it is. He’s in Icy Cap for a reason.
    Soon, Meg will be waiting for me. Having her straddle me in my bear form on the trip here was startling. I loped less gracefully than usual just to feel the squeeze of her knees against me and her fingers in my fur.
    My cock is hard just thinking of her on top of me again. This is going nowhere good. I sprint off around the side of the house, letting my bear overtake me.
    At the sea-ice edge, I scatter a flock of birds hunkered down from the storm. The sea air smells sharp and briny. Gusts of snow blow into my face. I breathe deeply. Wishing I had time for a swim, I turn around and race back for Meg.
    The snow has fallen more thickly back by Trudy’s cabin. I shake my fur, flinging icy pellets against the building, rattling the windows. A curtain moves inside and then the door opens, carrying Meg and her scent with it.
    As always, her aroma intoxicates me. She’s all bundled up, prolonged cold being lethal to vampires. Her body tenses as I move forward. I slow my approach and then stop, reining in my bear spirit. After a few moments, I lower my head again.
    Gamely, she climbs on my back. Her gloved fingers dig into my fur, making me growl low in pleasure. What I wouldn’t give to feel her bare skin against mine. How could a vampire be my mate? It seems impossible that Meg is the one person closest to my heart. Yet she is. I know that deep within my bones. Somehow she is as much in my blood as my ice bear.
    Having her legs around me brings images of her draped across me in my human form. I long to feel her skin against mine. I want to claim her because she is my mate. The need to be inside her and know her completely is nearly overwhelming.
    But to give Meg the fuck of her life is a death sentence.
    She stills, sensing my preoccupation. She tugs one ear, urging me to move.
    I set off at a faster speed than before. The temperature has dropped during our visit with Trudy, and the wind has increased.
    The crisp blowing snow is perfect for rolling through. Icy Cap is glorious. Even with an illicit trapper to catch, this far north is the only place I want to be. And when I catch that sick fuck, I’m hauling him out to the sea ice and ripping him apart.
    Meg’s weight is like that of a flea on a dog. All of a sudden, though, a muffled cry catches my attention. Glancing over my shoulder, I see that Meg is no longer a passenger.
    I stop, circling around in place. Then, holding my nose to the ground, I retrace my steps.
    There.
    Lying facedown in the snow.
    I reach her in a half a dozen steps. I nudge her with my nose. Her body is colder than normal, her scent diminished.
    My bear paws are for swimming and hunting. I have no fine motor skills in this form. Meanwhile, Meg is freezing.
    I debate my options. I am halfway between Trudy’s and my cabin. Going for a snowmachine would take time. Either way, it wouldn’t really solve my problem of getting her home now.
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    Shifting leaves me sitting naked in a snowdrift next to Meg. As a shifter matures, changing forms becomes more difficult. Shifting again in such a