Lifemates: Wet and Wild Series
Benton Chaser was the black beaver of his clan. Seeing the pain and suffering his father experienced when his mother was killed. He refused to accept the laws of the clan and find his one true mate. Preferring exiles to the pain he knew was in store if he gave in and the revenge he got seducing the wives of the men who ripped his family apart.
Until he met a feisty Widow name River Maples, who gave the wild animal on her property sanctuary and greeted all men with the barrel of her shot gun. He’d tried everything he could think of to approach her and could only succeed in his were-beaver form. Yet he can’t deny the pull he feels towards her, could she be the one thing he’d been running away from for the past hundred years?
He heard footsteps and realized he had nowhere to hide. He forced his body to shift back to his animal form knowing it would cost him later. Too many shifts in too short a time span, could be dangerous to his health. Since he had no choice he decided to have a little fun with his intruder before he left on his trip.
He set up the scene perfectly, so that when his intruder entered his little cove all they would see was him coming out of the water naked. He dove into the water and waited for his intruder to appear. He waited under the water, using his enhanced animal vision then watched as the widow entered the cove, a blanket and picnic basket over one arm and her trusty shot gun over the other.
When she started to unbutton her dress for a swim he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. She looked even more alluring and delicious without her clothing. The sexual excitement he felt at seeing her affected his control over his shifting abilities. Her shock at seeing a naked man rising out of the water matched his at the inability to control his form. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, at least not since he’d hit puberty and had gained his hard won control over his abilities.
He had to admit that in this instance he was totally in the wrong, this was her cove after all. He’d taken advantage of the safety she provided him here, along with the fact that she never once came out here. It didn’t hurt that the trappers were well aware that she had a habit of shooting first and asking questions later when she caught them on her land.
He recovered more quickly than she did thank heavens, or he’d be a dead were now. “A million apologies good miss, I thought this cove was abandoned.” He saw the appreciation and quick flash of desire flash through her eyes when she looked him over. He’d have thought the look was imagined if a bright red blush hadn’t appeared to cover her cheeks in embarrassment at being caught looking.
“Are you a trapper?”
Of all the questions for her to ask him, he never expected that one. “Why no miss, I was merely traveling through on my way to…” She cut him off mid sentence, pulling a grin from his lips.
“It’s Mrs, and I don’t allow hunting on my lands either!”
His respect for her rose another notch, even half naked she stood her ground against him. “Is fishing allowed?” His grin returned when he saw her start of surprise.
“Why yes it is…” She looked at him with confusion evident in her eyes.
“I would never go against the word of such a beautiful woman as yourself, especially when she has a gun so close at hand.” Her blush deepened, but the shotgun never wavered. Good girl. Make me earn your trust.