TristanAs I sent Liv back to town on the ATV, I shifted into my ice bear. For the next twelve hours, I hunted far from town to escape the wind blowing her scent to me. She hadn’t suffered any serious injury when I found her on that ledge. It could’ve crumpled at any time. I could have lost her. Again.
I was on her back step by midmorning the following day. I had to see her. It was as if a giant magnet pulled me to her.
Liv pushed her back door open. “Come on in.”
“You look beautiful.” I gaped. “Turn around. Slowly.” Liv wore a white halter top with a deep V-neck and no discernable sign of a bra. Under my gaze, her n*****s hardened beneath the sheer cotton. Snug black shorts clung to her perfect ass. There was no way she could possibly be wearing panties.
This was not typical Icy Cap sp
