the center stood the largest red fox he’d ever seen. It sat in the grass, mewling and screeching as if it were crying. He looked frantically right and left for Laurel, but he saw only the fox. As he watched, the fox screeched again and suddenly shifted.
The fox vanished and Laurel stood in its place. She stood naked, her hair hanging in her face. The moonlight glinted off her tear-stained cheeks as she spun in a slow circle, searching the trees. She looked utterly lost, and Xavier’s protective instincts kicked in.
In the shadows, Xavier shifted and climbed to his feet. He rushed to her, grabbing her and pulling her into his arms before she could protest.
“Xavier? How did you find me?” she asked, and before he could answer, she was sobbing against him. His bear’s heart broke for her, and he felt the pull he’d fought earlier turn to yearning. And then it settled, and Xavier knew. She was it for him. There would be no one else. His bear had claimed her right here in this moonlit clearing.
Laurel’s sobs turned to sniffles, and still, Xavier held her, rubbing circles over her back and hair to soothe her. “Sshh. I’ve got you,” he murmured.
But the truth was she had him. Xavier’s bear was hers now, and it would be for as long as he lived.
Five
L aurel pulled back from Xavier , swiping at the last of her tears. She’d cried herself out and now her wits had returned enough to leave her mortified both for herself and her fox. She wasn’t sure how he’d found her out here, but then, she didn’t really remember how she’d gotten here either. Staving off the change for so long always did that to her. When she finally did give over to her fox, it was always a blur of panic as her animal raced for the safety of thickets and burrows. She didn’t even remember shifting or leaving her house.
The breeze pricked at her bare skin, raising goosebumps along her arms and breasts. But the way her nipples hardened into tight peaks had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with being on display for the hottest man she’d ever seen. First, he’d seen her fox and now… her everything else was exposed. Goodness, she was laid bare in the worst way right now.
She felt Xavier’s eyes on her face but couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. Her cheek burned as his eyes flickered down to the rest of her. “This is so embarrassing,” she said, but Xavier’s hungry gaze made it clear he felt no remorse in his perusal of her.
“Don’t be,” he said. “I’m enjoying the view.”
He stood back just far enough to give her the same vantage point of his body. His broad shoulders tapered into a toned waist and below that, the largest cock she’d ever seen pointed directly at her. Every inch of him looked hard as stone. Delicious. She wondered what he tasted like.
Laurel’s mouth curved because she couldn’t help but agree. This view wasn’t all that bad. Then she realized how disheveled she must look compared to him. She really hoped her nose wasn’t running. “Sorry for falling apart on you like that.”
“I don’t understand. What made you so upset?” He looked away into the woods, searching. “Did something frighten you?”
“No, there was… it was me. I resisted the urge to shift for so long that when it came on me today, I couldn’t fight it any longer. I shifted and panicked and ended up way out here. I can’t even remember how I got here. And then you startled me, and I lost it. Sorry.”
He hooked his finger underneath her chin and forced her to look up at him. She braced herself for judgment, or worse, laughter, but he only looked at her with concern. “Don’t apologize for what you are. I’ve never seen a red fox before. You are beautiful, Laurel. Why do you hide it?”
She hesitated, terrified to share her secrets. She’d hidden her true self from everyone for so long. Xavier watched her with such earnest caring as if he really wanted to help. Besides, he was a shifter.