Hook, Line, and Mated Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Jenika Snow
scented the arousal she was trying to hide. “I’m not in a good place right now, and being mated is not something I need until I get my life situated. I wouldn’t be a good mate to anyone.”
And then she shut the door, started the car, and left him standing there with his cock standing at attention. As he stood there, staring at her car, memorizing her license plate number, until the vehicle disappeared down the mountain, the lingering scents of her trying to fight the mating still filled his head. He was trying not to act pissed, because the truth was he’d been the one to walk away first. Sure, given her reaction now she probably would have done the same thing in the diner if he’d approached her, but that didn’t change the fact his mate rejected him.
When Easton had walked away it was because he had to get his head on straight. He wasn’t used to the emotions and needs coursing through him. He’d always been solitary and stayed away from others unless it was required. He couldn’t be upset with his mate—whose name he didn’t even know—that she needed the same kind of time.
He’d fucked up by walking away in that diner, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to just ignore the fact he would never be alone again. Giving her time and walking away for good were two totally different things, and Easton wasn’t going to let his mate go.
Chapter Five
The next day
It had been a whole day, twenty-four hours … long hours, since Jessie had realized she was mated. Not only did that moose shifter admit he’d seen her but walked away, he’d told her all of that butt fucking naked. Even the next day she was still thinking about the sight of him naked, all that hard muscle, that sinew, power, strength. He’d been well over six and a half feet tall, his arms thicker than her thighs, and that was saying something since she wasn’t the smallest female.
Having a size sixteen frame meant she had a butt that popped out, a belly that wasn’t sucked in, and breasts that were big and right up in people’s faces. She’d always hated the fact she was on the thicker side, hated that her thighs rubbed together when she walked, no matter how many times Brenna had said she was gorgeous.
She closed her eyes and rested back on the couch, forgetting the pile of paperwork she was currently looking through concerning finances. Staring at the ceiling, seeing that moose shifter as clearly as if he were standing right in front of her, Jessie couldn’t help but feel her throat tighten and her pulse race as the image of that monstrous cock between his legs slammed into her mind.
God, he’d been huge … so big that calling him huge felt like an understatement. Maybe the dicks she’d see had just been small in comparison?
No, that shifter had a big cock, and it was hard because of you.
She’d smelled his desire for her, his animal’s need to mate with her. Her serval had risen up, too, but when she’d seen him in the woods and realized what he was to her, survival kicked in. She’d felt like she was being trapped, like her life wouldn’t be her own anymore. The pull was huge, undeniable, and she’d wanted to go to him. It was the natural reaction. But with all the things going on with Brenna, and her shitty past concerning her parents, all Jessie could have done was run.
It had been childish, and she’d felt stupid as she stood there getting dressed, but she’d felt too weak to do anything else.
But as she sat here thinking about how she’d reacted yesterday, and the very real situation she was in, she couldn’t even feel happy for herself that she’d found her mate. Finding that one person that was meant to be a shifter’s alone, that was their soul, their heart … their everything, was supposed to be the happiest day of a shifter’s life. It didn’t happen to everyone, and there were shifters out there that have never and would never get to find their mate. But despite knowing all of that, she was
And then she shut the door, started the car, and left him standing there with his cock standing at attention. As he stood there, staring at her car, memorizing her license plate number, until the vehicle disappeared down the mountain, the lingering scents of her trying to fight the mating still filled his head. He was trying not to act pissed, because the truth was he’d been the one to walk away first. Sure, given her reaction now she probably would have done the same thing in the diner if he’d approached her, but that didn’t change the fact his mate rejected him.
When Easton had walked away it was because he had to get his head on straight. He wasn’t used to the emotions and needs coursing through him. He’d always been solitary and stayed away from others unless it was required. He couldn’t be upset with his mate—whose name he didn’t even know—that she needed the same kind of time.
He’d fucked up by walking away in that diner, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to just ignore the fact he would never be alone again. Giving her time and walking away for good were two totally different things, and Easton wasn’t going to let his mate go.
Chapter Five
The next day
It had been a whole day, twenty-four hours … long hours, since Jessie had realized she was mated. Not only did that moose shifter admit he’d seen her but walked away, he’d told her all of that butt fucking naked. Even the next day she was still thinking about the sight of him naked, all that hard muscle, that sinew, power, strength. He’d been well over six and a half feet tall, his arms thicker than her thighs, and that was saying something since she wasn’t the smallest female.
Having a size sixteen frame meant she had a butt that popped out, a belly that wasn’t sucked in, and breasts that were big and right up in people’s faces. She’d always hated the fact she was on the thicker side, hated that her thighs rubbed together when she walked, no matter how many times Brenna had said she was gorgeous.
She closed her eyes and rested back on the couch, forgetting the pile of paperwork she was currently looking through concerning finances. Staring at the ceiling, seeing that moose shifter as clearly as if he were standing right in front of her, Jessie couldn’t help but feel her throat tighten and her pulse race as the image of that monstrous cock between his legs slammed into her mind.
God, he’d been huge … so big that calling him huge felt like an understatement. Maybe the dicks she’d see had just been small in comparison?
No, that shifter had a big cock, and it was hard because of you.
She’d smelled his desire for her, his animal’s need to mate with her. Her serval had risen up, too, but when she’d seen him in the woods and realized what he was to her, survival kicked in. She’d felt like she was being trapped, like her life wouldn’t be her own anymore. The pull was huge, undeniable, and she’d wanted to go to him. It was the natural reaction. But with all the things going on with Brenna, and her shitty past concerning her parents, all Jessie could have done was run.
It had been childish, and she’d felt stupid as she stood there getting dressed, but she’d felt too weak to do anything else.
But as she sat here thinking about how she’d reacted yesterday, and the very real situation she was in, she couldn’t even feel happy for herself that she’d found her mate. Finding that one person that was meant to be a shifter’s alone, that was their soul, their heart … their everything, was supposed to be the happiest day of a shifter’s life. It didn’t happen to everyone, and there were shifters out there that have never and would never get to find their mate. But despite knowing all of that, she was