Wild: Part 3: Bear Essential Billionaire (werebear romance): Bear Essential Billionaire, #3

By Vivi Anna

Part 3 of 3: The Conclusion to Wild

Save me.

Sylvie is back in his hands. She doesn't know how he found her, but he did, and he took her back.  All she can think of is of Alex. Will be find her? Will he get there in time to save her?

Because she knows time is ticking for her.  She doesn't have much longer to live.

Also Available:

Wild: Part One

Wild: Part Two

Wild: Part Three

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivi Anna
• Release date: Mar 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386954460

Book preview

Chapter One - SYLVIE

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I stretch out my legs and yawn, feeling around the bed for a blanket. I don’t want to open my eyes, not yet. Still riding the warm waves of our love making, I refuse to let the world intrude on this tiny piece of heaven. Alex’s taste is still heavy on my lips. The smell of him coats my skin. His fingerprints are branded onto every inch of me.

My hands find what they were looking for, an old holey afghan. I yank the blanket up. It only partially covers me, but I don’t care. I’m still warm from being with him.  A thrill runs through me at the memory of him inside. He was so gentle with me, letting me take the lead. I needed that; I had needed him. I had to take back what was stolen from me.

My mate.

Excitement buzzes inside me again just thinking about the hard planes of Alex’s chest and the way we perfectly fit together. I want him to come back; I want him again so badly that it aches. This time, I want him to be on top; I can picture it, the perfect lines of his face above me, moving achingly slow. I smile to myself, the thought sending rivers of fire through my thighs. It should frighten me, everything that has happened these last few days, but it fills my chest with warmth instead of fear.

I roll those thoughts of Alex around in my head as I doze, daydreaming of the feel of him, hard and deep, loving and so very gentle. Before this moment, I never dreamed of settling down.  But maybe here, in this place, with this family, things can finally be different. Perhaps with Alex, everything can be different.

When I touch Alex, I feel solid, whole. I feel love. I feel acceptance. Every glorious inch of the warm, growing pool of pleasure inside my chest is new; never before have I experienced such a thing. Not with friends and especially not with a man.

But despite these fierce feelings, part of me is still screaming to run and never look back. Fight or flight.  And I’ve never been much of a fighter.

Perhaps one day, if I remain long enough, Alex will cure me of my need to flee. I feel stronger, as though my time with Alex has empowered me somehow. The thought of him scares me less than before. Still, a shiver goes down my spine. Fear still snakes through me, but I can feel it dissipate with every second I remain in this beautiful cabin, with his sexy man.

I hear the door creak open. The floorboards groan under someone’s weight as they move across the floor to the bed. Alex is back for more and not a moment too soon. Fire streaks along my veins, lighting my whole body up with gorgeous, unbearable heat. He is as reluctant to be away from me as I am from him. I like that; the thought glows just under the surface of my skin.

Alex, I mumble, still half asleep. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I reach out to him.

Immediately, alarms go off in my head. The smell is off; this doesn’t smell like Alex. I bolt from the bed, pulling the afghan with me as I spring to my feet. Arms, strong and frighteningly familiar, wrap around me before I can flee. I tumble to the side. My head slams against the headboard and fireworks burst inside of my skull, blinding me.

But I don’t have to see to know who it is that restraining me.

Thought you could get away from me? he says, putting his lips next to my ear. Fear, such a familiar companion, turns my legs to water. Bile rises in my throat and I can’t scream, I can’t think.

Don’t give in!  Fight Sylvie! 

I got away once before; I can do it again. Even as fear threatens to lock up my muscles, I dig my nails into his skin and scratch as hard as I can. He yelps in pain, releasing his grip with one hand only to backhand me viciously across my mouth. I taste copper as my teeth cut into my cheek. The feeling is so painfully familiar.

I gather in a breath to scream, blood trickling out between my lips. Before I can make a sound, he claps his hand over my mouth. There is a cloth between my skin and his, and the rag smells like solvent. I try not to breathe in, I try to fight, but I start to feel dizzy. It’s such a familiar odor.

The sickly smell of the chloroform strips me of the taste of Alex, the taste of him on my lips. I kick at him, but it’s no use. I can feel my consciousness