by Lynn Lorenz
“Goddamn, Lily. You’re killing me. Move … please!” He pleaded with her. She felt his need echoed in her pussy and could do no more than comply with it.
She was a short woman and he was a big man. She came up on her heels and began to rise and fall, her hands on his chest for leverage as she slid up and down his cock. He grabbed her hips, helped her with her work and before long, her womb was tightening and heat was unfurling, curling and wrapping around her heart. Release shimmered there and she heard him praise her, encourage her to let go, but she couldn’t.
She looked down into his eyes and felt his soul reach for hers. The thread between them snapped taut and in that instant of connection, the bond slid into place.
“Yes,” she whispered as pleasure and certainty mixed with one another.
His eyes widened even as his feet planted and he began pushing up into her, holding her hips in place as he thrust against her, his thick cock tunneling into her, forcing her realize what was happening.
“Let it happen, naika. Be with me,” he urged.
She looked at the man beneath her, face drawn in line of lust and she felt her womb pulse. His flesh was so deep inside of her she wondered if she could ever be complete without him there. Her world tilted as pressure shot up through her, centering in her abdomen, circling her clit until lights burst behind her eyes and pleasure rocketed through her.
“Forever,” she murmured as she gave herself over to him and their bond.
“Forever!” he shouted as came, bathing her insides with warmth.
How long the ripples of pleasure continued she didn’t know. Eventually, he moved from her, got up and returned to clean her with a warm rag. She was limp, completely satiated and whole in a way she’d never been before.
She’d felt the bond snap into place, felt her soul meld with his. She could feel the warmth of that bond and knew she’d been reckoned.
Chapter 4
She woke before he did and moved as quietly as she could from the bed. She stood over him for a time, marveling that the beautiful man lying so still was hers. She grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around her naked body. Tyee didn’t sleep with covers. A benefit of being a shifter.
Something had drawn her awake and she heeded the call. Not normally given to flights of fancy, she didn’t know where the urge came from but she gave her feet free rein and ended up at the back of the cave, following a small tunnel that led to a heavy metal door.
She popped the latch, opened the door and stepped out onto a ten foot wide precipice that hung over the valley below. A new day was dawning, the sun lighting the sky with a palette of pinks, oranges, and yellows. Her breath left her as the beauty of the tableau swept over her mind. Warmth radiated against her spine, her mind tingled and her soul cried out. She knew he was behind her before he spoke.
His hands settled on her shoulders, his body crowding close as he placed a kiss on her neck.
“It’s still too damn cold,” he said quietly.
“Says the bear who has fur and a body temperature as high as the sun,” she replied with a small laugh.
“That’s a beautiful sound, naika. I want to wake up to it every day for the rest of my life.”
“Forever,” she murmured.
They were silent for long minutes, watching the land wake up. It seemed overnight, more snow had melted and green had sprouted now that the heavy blanket of white was gone. Deer and elk ventured from the tree line below them, grazing, fawns moving slowly behind their parents, cautious but full of energy.
“I’ve always loved spring. The newness after a long, hard winter makes my heart happy,” she said into their silence.
“I’ve always loved you. You’re my spring,” he replied.
She turned then, unable to resist having his body against hers. She opened the blanket, squealed when the cold touched her and then sighed when her flesh met his. He laughed and the rumble was a blessing.
She looked up at him, found his eyes on her. “What does naika, mean? You never told me.”
“Mine,” he whispered against her lips.
She sighed as she snuggled closer to his heat. “So, bear, you think I’m yours?” she teased him, rubbing her belly into the hardness that had sprung between them.
“Yes.” Hard conviction then he chuckled. “But I think you’ll have to learn to bear with me.”
His hazel eyes were full of joy and she pulled his head down to hers. She kissed him, ran her tongue along the seam of his lips and sighed when he responded to her silent request. Long moments were spent, his lips under hers, tongues dueling as the heat built once again. Somewhere in the distance, the red-tail screeched. She smiled, feeling complete for the first time in a long time. She had them both, the animal and the man.
“Oh, Chief, I don’t think I can bear to live without you.”
The End
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About Lea Griffith
Lea Griffith began sneaking to read her mother’s romance novels at a young age. A firm believer that love makes the world go round, she still consumes every romance book she can put her hands on, but now she writes her own.
Lea lives with her husband and three teenage daughters in rural Georgia. When not working at the EDJ, she’s usually at her keyboard, using every spare second to write. Shifters, artificial intelligence, and gene splicing … nothing is off-limits when it comes to her writing.
Table of Contents
Under a Moonlit Night
McCallan's Secret
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
About Lynn Lorenz
Tracing His Heart
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
About Cherie Nicholls
Ripped Awake
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
About Vanessa North
Bear With Me
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
About Lea Griffith
