Hell, I would fucking jerk off to the thought of her, whoever she was, wherever she was.
Kash
I cranked on the chainsaw, revving it up, watching the blade. I stared at the tree I’d just cut down, getting ready to cut it into more manageable pieces, when I saw movement in my peripheral. I watched as Marcus came storming through the woods, the scent of his anger like fresh paint in my nose. He was pissed, and it was clear he was coming out here to shift and run off his aggression.
I had one assumption on why he needed to shift so badly when we had a shitload of work that needed done.
He was itching to have his mate.
It was a “problem” all of us had, wanting, needing that one female, yet none of us having found her yet. It was frustrating, but I knew it would be worth it. Hell, that’s why I’d saved myself for her, because I wanted that first time to be incredible for her. I wanted her to know that I’d waited, that in my thirty-two years on this planet I’d only ever wanted to share myself with her.
And it hadn’t been a hassle, hadn’t even been hard to wait for sex. No females interested me, and that was because a mate was the only person a shifter could want, would desire. Females did nothing for me, didn’t even arouse me, didn’t even enter my thoughts. I only wanted one woman, who I hadn’t even met yet.
I cut the chainsaw off and set it down, watching as Marcus stalked forward, bypassing me and going deeper into the woods. “Hey,” I called out.
He stopped and glanced over at me, a scowl on his face, a growl leaving him. “What?” His voice was distorted, his bear right there at the surface.
“The generator good to go?” That just had him growl lower. I could practically feel the shift coming on from him, like a tangible touch. “What’s got you on edge?” Although I knew what the issue was, I wasn’t going to come out and say it. All that would do was piss him off more.
He waved off my question. I watched until he disappeared behind the thick trees.
Shit, we were all tearing at our skin for our mates, but Marcus seemed even more so. It wasn’t like we didn’t try finding our females, because we did, constantly. But we just hadn’t found them yet. I knew we would, eventually, and until then we’d just keep waiting.
We might be growly as fuck bear shifters, but we had patience, especially for the females who were meant to be ours.
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