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Cougar shifter Lena, desperate to escape a vicious alpha, exiles herself to the Junkyard. Carter, a grizzly shifter, is sent to the Junkyard because he can’t stop fighting.
What happens when Brawler meets Beauty? He must be gentle to prove his love...but he must be violent to save her.
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He’d never met a more beautiful woman. Her body was long and lean, with the muscles of a cat shifter, strong and graceful. She pulled on her panties, jeans, and t-shirt. No bra—either it had gotten lost somewhere, or she wasn’t wearing one. He didn’t stare at the outlines of her nipples, visible beneath her shirt. He didn’t need to stare, because after one glance at them, the image would be forever stamped into his memory.
She was fucking breathtaking, but she stood in front of him without seeming aware of it.
“Is that what every night is like here?” she said, anger still twisting her features.
Carter shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“It’s fucked up.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re fucked up,” she said.
“Definitely.”
She shoved him, her palm flat against his pec. He rocked back and then forward again, tried to capture her hand under his, but she was already yanking it away.
“Why’d you go after Kyle?” she asked. “What the hell? You could’ve killed him. I can’t believe you would do something like that.”
It came rushing back to him, then. Should he tell her? He didn’t think she’d take the news well. She’d been through a lot in the past two days. Brand new to the Junkyard, still trying to find her place.
She went on, “Not only did you go after Kyle, then you jumped in like you’re rescuing me or something. You had absolutely no right to do that. I was in my own fight.”
Pasting a stupid grin on his face, he said, “You’re giving me quite a tongue-lashing.”
“You deserve it, asshole.”
“Harsh.” He hooked two fingers into her belt loop and dragged her closer. “How about you use that wicked tongue for something good and kiss me?”
“Fuck you.”
“Anytime, kitty cat.”
The look she gave him was pure revulsion, but he could scent her desire in the air. She might not like him right now, but she wanted him.
He could work with that.
“You think I’m the same as the other guys here?” he asked. “A violent fighter, ready to kick the shit out of anything that moves?”
“I know you are. I saw you in the ring,” she said, her blue eyes revealing some of the hurt she felt.
“That wasn’t me, kitty cat. That was the beast inside, trying to protect you.” He left out the part where he’d gone in search of a fight to begin with.
“I don’t need protecting.”
He laughed and held up his forearm. The scratches she’d left there while in her cougar form still stung even though they were already starting to heal. “I know that, now.”
“Sorry I hurt you,” she said, looking down.
“Sorry I dragged you away from your fight. Now come here.” He kept his fingers in her belt loop and wrapped his other arm around her waist. Her skin was so warm, he felt it through her shirt. “I want that kiss.”
She was fucking breathtaking, but she stood in front of him without seeming aware of it.
“Is that what every night is like here?” she said, anger still twisting her features.
Carter shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“It’s fucked up.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re fucked up,” she said.
“Definitely.”
She shoved him, her palm flat against his pec. He rocked back and then forward again, tried to capture her hand under his, but she was already yanking it away.
“Why’d you go after Kyle?” she asked. “What the hell? You could’ve killed him. I can’t believe you would do something like that.”
It came rushing back to him, then. Should he tell her? He didn’t think she’d take the news well. She’d been through a lot in the past two days. Brand new to the Junkyard, still trying to find her place.
She went on, “Not only did you go after Kyle, then you jumped in like you’re rescuing me or something. You had absolutely no right to do that. I was in my own fight.”
Pasting a stupid grin on his face, he said, “You’re giving me quite a tongue-lashing.”
“You deserve it, asshole.”
“Harsh.” He hooked two fingers into her belt loop and dragged her closer. “How about you use that wicked tongue for something good and kiss me?”
“Fuck you.”
“Anytime, kitty cat.”
The look she gave him was pure revulsion, but he could scent her desire in the air. She might not like him right now, but she wanted him.
He could work with that.
“You think I’m the same as the other guys here?” he asked. “A violent fighter, ready to kick the shit out of anything that moves?”
“I know you are. I saw you in the ring,” she said, her blue eyes revealing some of the hurt she felt.
“That wasn’t me, kitty cat. That was the beast inside, trying to protect you.” He left out the part where he’d gone in search of a fight to begin with.
“I don’t need protecting.”
He laughed and held up his forearm. The scratches she’d left there while in her cougar form still stung even though they were already starting to heal. “I know that, now.”
“Sorry I hurt you,” she said, looking down.
“Sorry I dragged you away from your fight. Now come here.” He kept his fingers in her belt loop and wrapped his other arm around her waist. Her skin was so warm, he felt it through her shirt. “I want that kiss.”