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Brock
I smelled fresh bear s**t before I found his a*s sprawled out beside a burrow. He still breathed, but one bullet stopped the labored rise and fall of his chest. My adrenaline had long eased, leaving me steady and in control, but the scent and sight of warm blood coating my hands while I sliced him from throat to belly stirred the darkness inside me.
Primal urges bared my teeth, and I enjoyed gutting the fucker far more than I should have. Satisfaction coursed through me, leaving me on a goddamn high I knew the best release for. Thoughts of Jessie, her warm mouth, her hot, tight p***y—her a*s—fought for dominance in my head while I pulled the bears innards from their cavity, steam rising, warm blood melting the snow beneath the carcass.
I tore off a bite of its heart with my te
