His teeth gnashed together as an electrical storm shot up his spine. Bryson shouted as his climax crested and then tore him apart.

He came down Milo's throat as he jerked his hips, his fingers strangling the man's hair.

Milo pulled back, licking his lips as he smiled up at Bryson. "Was that the more you had in mind?"

"Not even close." Bryson growled as he snatched the drawer to his nightstand open and grabbed the lube. Their kiss was sloppy as hell as Milo fell back on the mattress. Bryson finished undressing before he dropped the lube on the bed and grabbed Milo's jaw, nipping the man's chin.

"How much more do you want?" Milo teased as he grabbed his own erection, stroking himself.

Bryson positioned himself between Milo's legs, running his finger through the fiery red thatch of hair. "So you are a real redhead."

"All natural," Milo said, though he moaned the words.

Bryson backed off long enough to lube his fingers before moving back in.

"Let me take care of that for you," Bryson said as he licked the base of Milo's cock. Milo led the tip of his erection to Bryson's lips as Bryson worked his fingers into Milo's ass.

He was overwhelmed by how much he wanted Milo. Bryson couldn't ever remember feeling this needy before, this turned on. The desire in him surged as he inched Milo's cock down his throat and his fingers worked at stretching the man.

Milo made him feel raw, wild things. Bryson didn't want this marriage to be fake. He wanted the real deal. It was Milo he wanted to wake up to every morning and go to bed with every night. The thought of spending a lazy Sunday in bed as they cuddled and watched a movie or made slow, sweet love made Bryson's chest hurt.

Bryson pulled back, removing his fingers before he lubed his cock. He locked gazes with Milo as he slowly entered the man.

Milo's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he cupped his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back. His lips parted and Bryson wanted to kiss them again. He wanted to kiss every part of the man's body.

As he inched inside, Bryson grabbed Milo's ankles, spreading the man's legs apart as he watched his body become joined with Milo's.

The skin hugged him so tightly that his teeth ached from gritting them together. He wanted to make this last all night, but knew he couldn't. Milo was too much of a temptation and Bryson wasn't going to last that damn long.

"So big," Milo breathed out.

Bryson stilled. "Am I hurting you?"

Milo's head rocked back and forth. Bryson wasn't sure if that was a no or if the man was enjoying this. He waited until Milo opened his eyes, the green of his irises so dark that it was almost black. "No."

Bryson pulled back and then slid inside, slowly at first, and then faster. He couldn't stop himself. His hips began to thrust his cock harder inside Milo, the pleasure so damn good he wanted to growl with it.

His lover was eager, matching Bryson thrust for thrust. Bryson dropped over Milo, the palms of his hands on either side of the man's head as he took Milo's lips in a blazing kiss.

The man was so hot, so tight around Bryson's cock, the muscles gripping Bryson like a slick, velvety glove.

"This kind of more?" Milo asked when their lips parted.

"Oh, yeah." Bryson grinned and drove deeper. "This and much, much more."

Milo's brows furrowed. "Your eyes."

Bryson knew they were his bear's eyes. He was drowning in lust, in passion, and his bear was close to the surface. But fear crept its way in. Bryson didn't want Milo to reject him. He still hadn't told the man he was a bear shifter and hadn't figured out how to go about doing so.

"Later," Bryson said. He didn't want this moment ruined.

As if Milo could taste Bryson's trepidation, he nodded and smoothed his hands down Bryson's arms. "So strong, so big."

Bryson flexed and was rewarded with a swift intake of air from Milo. The man looked reverently at him and Bryson never wanted that look to diminish.

The niggling in the back of his mind returned and Bryson remembered what he was supposed to warm Milo about.

Pregnancy.

But it was too damn late now. Only the fire and brimstone of hell could stop Bryson from finishing what they'd started. There was no way he could pull back now.

Not when he had the most beautiful man in the world underneath him.

His husband.

That thought only drove Bryson to fuck Milo faster, harder, and deeper. Milo's skin began to shimmer with a fine sheen of sweat as he cried out, his legs wrapped tightly around Bryson's waist.

"That's it, baby. Come for me." Bryson was mesmerized by how stunning the man looked when he climaxed.

But Bryson wasn't too far behind. Not when Milo's body had such a tight grip on him. He thrust a few more times, his neck muscles straining as he came, and came hard. Instinct drove him to bite into Milo's shoulder, making the man shout.

A growl tore from his throat as his orgasm shattered him. He pistoned his hips, wild, unhinged passion filling him.

When his orgasm began to subside, Bryson pulled his teeth free, licking the wound as low, contented growls echoed from his throat.

He pulled back to smile down at Milo when he saw how big the man's eyes were.

"My, what big teeth you have," he said as he swallowed audibly.

Bryson knew he had some explaining to do.

Chapter Seven.

Once he was home, sitting on the couch and curled around a large pillow, Milo let go of a shaky breath. He was trying hard to wrap his mind around what Bryson had told him.

A bear.

That couldn't be possible. Things like that only happened in books and movies. Humans didn't really shift into animals. He wasn't having any success convincing himself that Bryson had been telling the truth.

But the truth had stared him in the eyes. He had seen for himself that Bryson's normally deep-grey eyes had gone amber. He'd even seen claws on the guy's hands.

But it just wasn't possible.

Bryson was everything Milo had dreamed of in a man and he had turned out to be something other than human.

His luck just kept shitting on him. Milo started to wonder if his life would ever look up. It didn't seem that way. Not when one disaster after another kept happening to him.

A bear.

He shook his head as he scooted down the couch, resting his head on the pillow as he closed his eyes. Sleep. That was what he needed. Hopefully when he woke, he would be able to make sense of everything.

But sleep wasn't going to come. Not now at least. Not when someone was knocking on his door. No, they were banging fiercely. Or was that the migraine he had?

Lifting from the couch, Milo stretched and then walked to the door. "I'm coming, damn it."

The banging continued. Milo was getting pissed. Whoever it was better have a damn good excuse or he was going to lay into them.

When he swung the door open, Milo nearly passed out.

Quinn McNeal was standing on the other side, his face ruddy with anger. His eyes immediately dropped to Milo's hand where his wedding band lay.

"So it's true," the man bellowed. "You ran off and eloped with some loser who probably has a minimum-wage job."

Milo's stomach soured at the way Quinn was speaking. He wanted to punch the man, to beat some sense into the guy. Why couldn't his father accept him for who he was, for what he wanted out of life?

Being in the boardroom didn't interest Milo. Living a flashy and fast-paced life didn't either. He liked this small town. It held so much passion and coziness for Milo. He didn't want to go back to California, and he most definitely didn't want to marry Drake.

"So what if I did?" he asked, though he knew he was pushing his luck. Quinn McNeal didn't take that kind of cheekiness from anyone, least of all his son.

Quinn stepped into the house, forcing Milo to back up. His father hadn't waited to be invited in, but had he really thought the man would? Not that Milo would have asked the man in anyway.

"It doesn't matter," Quinn answered, his tone indifferent. "As we speak, your marriage is being annulled."

"You can't do that!" Milo didn't care if he was confused about Bryson being a bear. He didn't even care that their marriage wasn't real. He wanted it to be real. The thought of losing Bryson sickened him. Things might have been going too fast. They might have even scared Milo shitless. But he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was falling for the cowboy.

He had to be. No one had ever made Milo feel wanted and cherished the way Bryson did. The man made him feel sexy, and he was everything Milo wanted.

It just sucked that it took his father showing up for Milo to come to that realization. If Bryson was standing here right now, Milo would tell the man this. He would tell Bryson that he wanted their marriage to work. That he had felt so at home at that dinner table, and that he had cherished every second that he and Bryson had made love.

His father's eyes darkened as he glared at Milo. "If you think I can't have your marriage annulled, then you really don't know the power I wield, do you?"

Milo refused to answer the man.

"And I have someone drawing up your marriage license to Drake. You'll be married to him by this afternoon. We don't need a wedding, just the certificate. If Drake marries into our family, he'll inherit the rest of his family's fortune and I plan on getting a piece of that."

The room spun as Milo became dizzy. How could Quinn do this to him? Why was the man so ruthless with his very own child?

"I'll never give you what you want," Milo spat. "I don't care what papers you have drawn up, I'll never sign them. I'll never be the robotic son you want me to be."

"You don't need to sign them." Quinn snapped his fingers and his bodyguard, Ethan, entered the trailer. Ethan was big, burly, and downright mean. Growing up, Milo had witnessed the guy beat people up right there in front of their house. The man had been arrested once for nearly killing a guy after Quinn had ordered Ethan to teach the guy a lesson.

And of course, Quinn had bailed Ethan out, gotten him the best attorney, and Ethan had beaten the charges. Milo was never going to escape his father. He could see that now. No matter where he ran, Quinn would find him.

"You're going to forge my signature?" Milo shouldn't have been shocked. Of course the man was.

He would probably pay off some judge to forge the legal document and then he and Drake would be married. Milo was desperate not to go home, but he knew there was no way he could get out of this. Not with Ethan here and not with his father towering over him.

But his father had always towered over him. Milo wasn't that big. His build was roughly the same as his mother's had been, something his father reminded Milo about all the time. It was as if the man was thoroughly disappointed that Milo wasn't as big and strong as Ethan.

There had been a few times when Ethan had smacked Milo around when Milo had been disobedient, as if Quinn didn't want to dirty his hands.

Milo glared at them both. "Then I'm taking my cat."

He couldn't leave Elyse alone, not when she was so close to giving birth.

"Take that mangy thing and I'll make sure it's put out on the street," Quinn threatened. "I won't have that thing roaming around my home."

Bitterness and resentment welled up inside of him. Milo had never hated anyone this much in his life. But then he looked at Elyse and his chest tightened as despair filled him. Milo was going to at least make sure she was fed.

He walked to the cabinet and pulled down the large bag of food he'd bought for her. Instead of filling her bowl, he sliced a long line down the center of the bag to make sure she had plenty of food.

He also filled both bowls with water and went to the bathroom to make sure the toilet seat was lifted. He wouldn't be there when her water ran out and he couldn't bear the thought of her going thirsty.

When he was finished, he pulled her into his arms and stroked her soft fur. "Be careful giving birth. I won't be here for you, sweetheart."

Tears gathered in his eyes as he lowered his voice. "But I promise you, Elyse, I'll be back to meet your babies."

He set her down and watched as she hurried into the bedroom. She probably knew what was happening and was upset that Milo was leaving. He at least hoped she would miss him.

"Enough," Quinn snapped. "You're wasting my valuable time."

Milo shot daggers at his father as he walked to the door, swiping his keys from counter out of habit.

The three walked outside. Milo was tempted as hell to run as far and as fast as he could. But he knew it would be fruitless. He was also afraid that when he was caught, Ethan would teach him a lesson.

He spotted Kaylem standing outside his home, gazing at them. Milo started to shout for the man to tell Bryson that his father was kidnapping him, but then he caught the smirk on Kaylem's face.

Quinn noticed Kaylem as well. He turned to Ethan and said, "Go pay the man."

Milo's jaw dropped. He turned around and shouted at Kaylem, "You bastard!"

Kaylem only shrugged. "Money was too good to pass up."

Milo gritted his teeth as he glared at his father. "You paid him to spy on me?"

"He's a bounty hunter, and the best apparently. But yes, I paid him to find out what you were up to. Too bad he didn't contact me before you ran off and got married."

"I hope you rot in hell!" Milo shouted once more at Kaylem.

"Nothing personal," the man replied as he took a check from Ethan.