Fergus – Irish Mafia Shifter (Boston Bear Brothers #1) Read Online Sky Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal, Romance, Shape Shifters Tags Authors: Series: Boston Bear Brothers Series by Sky Winters
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
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He could only be patient for so long, eventually gripping her hair in his hands and guiding her further down onto his cock. The gurgling, gagging noises would be exquisite. He let his mind wander, throat fucking her hard and fast as she struggled to take him all in. Faster, harder, deeper, driving his cock into her hot mouth as she made guttural noises he couldn’t comprehend. She was the kind of woman made to be used in the filthiest of ways and then dressed up to look like the lady she was supposed to be in the public eye.

Fergus enjoyed his little fantasy to the fullest, simulating the friction of her mouth with his hand until he couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded, sending cum spurting upward onto his belly. He lay there for a moment longer, relishing the release. None of it was likely anything he’d ever experience with the princess in the next room, but it didn’t hurt to let his mind wander sometimes.

Damn. He needed to get in a run.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Eimear

Eimear was awakened by a sudden noise from outside her window. She stood and looked out, watching curiously as Fergus stripped off his clothes and stood naked in the back yard. She started to look away but was drawn to his perfection. Though his back was to her, he was beautiful, with broad shoulders and a tight ass. He turned and she ducked, afraid he would see her looking.

When she looked back, he was gone. She could make out a large orangish-brown form slipping into the wooded area to one side of the yard. At first, she thought it was a dog, but it was too big. She realized it was a bear, something else to be wary of in this place. She didn’t hear him come back into the house, so perhaps he had decided to skinny dip in the lake. Since she couldn’t get out of the room, she might as well use the time to take a long, hot bath.

Making her way into the bathroom, she eyed the door on the other side. She tried the doorknob and found that it turned, but the door didn’t budge. She was guessing it was dead-bolted from the other side. She flipped the lock from her side and turned on the water in the tub to let it fill. There was nothing of note beyond the usual bathroom fare in the cabinets, but it was well stocked. She grabbed a fresh towel and a washcloth, along with soap and shampoo. Spotting a container of bath salts, she added those to the water. They would hopefully be some help for her aches and pains.

Stripping off her clothes, she slipped into the tub and let the heat from the water envelop her. It felt like heaven after being so tired and dirty since her kidnapping. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself somewhere else, but she found that her mind had other ideas. She kept returning to his naked form outside her window and imagining what the front side of that must look like. She already knew he was gorgeous, in a rough-and-tumble sort of way, but she could envision his powerful chest and chiseled abs.

Ciaron was nothing like that. He was tall, thin, what her sister called “lanky.” The thought of her sister brought her back into reality. Was she in any danger? Had Bronagh realized she was missing yet? If they got her back home quick enough, there was a chance she might never know. They were close, but not like call-every-day close. Right now, though, she was on the verge of getting married, and Bronagh had been checking on her much more than usual.

Eimear stopped to consider this for a moment. Bronagh had never said an unkind word about Ciaron, other than she thought it was weird that he sent security to go with Eimear everywhere she went. It didn’t mean she didn’t think plenty. Bronagh just wasn’t one to rain on someone else’s dreams, and that is what Ciaron was for her, a dream come true. Now, she wasn’t so sure. She hated to have doubts, but how could she not when men had gone through the trouble of snatching her from a public place just to get to him?

Did the mafia make mistakes like that? She found it hard to believe they would go through all the trouble without being certain that they were right. It was conceivable that they might sometimes grab one person to learn about another they needed to know about, but that was not what had happened here. They had targeted her in order to get someone they felt was exactly who they thought him to be, and they had those photos of all those missing women.


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