Beary Overdue (Polar Bliss 1) by Ruby Shae Read Free Book Online Page A

Didn’t. Ask. You. To. Stay?”
    “You, you idiot!” she cried. “We dated. I loved you, and you said you loved me, too, but when the time came for me to leave, you didn’t ask me to stay. I’m not stupid. I know about shifters and mates. If I was your mate, you would have asked me to stay, but you didn’t, so I left. I had to. I couldn’t risk getting cast aside when your true mate came along. It would have killed me.” 
    Tears filled her eyes as she spoke, but her voice had been strong almost till the end. It wobbled on the last word, but she cut herself a break. She didn’t know why Reid insisted on digging up the past, but it felt good to confront him.
    “No,” he whispered, shaking his head. “This can’t be happening.”
    He placed one hand on the wall, as if for support, and his breathing was erratic. His large chest heaved rapidly, and his big body looked like it would collapse any minute. Reid didn’t do vulnerable, but there was no other way to describe the distraught man in front of her.
    Fear raced down her spine.
    “Reid,” she said, tentatively. “Let me help you sit down. Do you want me to call Ryker?”
    She ducked under his left arm, and encircled his waist. One hand rested on his hip, and the other on his abs. She tried not to think about the smooth, hard muscles under her palms, but it was hard not to appreciate his perfect body.
    They took two steps, and he abruptly righted himself and pinned her back against the wall with his hard body. His palms were flat against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in, but she knew she could easily get away if she wanted to.
    She didn’t want to.
    “I don’t want Ryker,” he heaved, his lips inches from hers. “I want you, honeypie. You’re my mate.”
    Mate! Honeypie!
    He’d started calling her honeypie after their first kiss because he’d said that she tasted like brown sugar and honey. The nickname rolling off his tongue had always made her lips smile and her pussy tingle, and though she wasn’t sure if it was his use of the word mate or the nickname, her body had the same reaction. 
    His hands moved to her waist, and his mouth crashed down on hers in a desperate, bruising kiss. She slid her palms up his hard chest, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue slid across her lips and she opened for him, desperate to taste him again.
    In the past, he’d tasted sweet and minty, like a Polar Kiss , but now he just tasted sterile. It wasn’t liquor, toothpaste or a breath mint…it wasn’t anything. It was as if he’d completely rid himself of anything good, and she suddenly remembered the plethora of women surrounding him all week.
    How many times had he had sex since she’d left?
    Hundreds?
    She’d been in town less than a week and he’d been with a different woman every time they’d crossed paths. Had he had sex with them all? The thought of him with all of those women made her sick to her stomach. He hadn’t owed her anything, but the truth still hurt. 
    He pulled her sweatshirt over her head, and she tried to cross her arms over her ample breasts, but he pinned her wrists to the wall with his hands. Despite her sudden lack of confidence, she let out a sigh when he kissed a trail down her chin and neck, but her pleasure was short lived.
    A lock of his hair fell into her mouth, and her face burned from his wild, scratchy beard. When his hands let go of her wrists and grabbed her soft, tank top covered breasts, she didn’t feel anything but disgust.
    “We have to stop,” she said, pushing on his shoulders as he licked her collarbone. She’d meant to sound firm, but the words had come out in a whisper.
    Damn!
    His amazing tongue had always driven her wild.
    He grabbed the flesh at the base of her neck between his teeth, and she cried out, desperate for more.
    Until she remembered his past.
    “No,” she said, pushing on his shoulders again. “Reid, stop.”
    “What? Why?” he asked, taking