by Ally Nelson
“Ouch,” she complained.
“There there,” he said. And he scooped her up.
He brought her to her feet.
“Can you stand alright?” he asked.
Everleigh could not look him in the eye. For one, the bad guy tore her shirt and underwear. The tattered T-shirt did little to conceal her. She felt her face burn with color. What was more, she wasn’t going to talk to a bear. Besides, facing him might make her lose her struggle to contain the burst of emotion which begged for release. He knew it too.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, burying her in his plush fur. Everleigh sobbed.
“I know,” he soothed. “Scary stuff. But you are safe.”
Everleigh continued to cry. So many deep, old emotions pushed forth. It was the moment. It was a lot of things. Everything that wasn’t ever right came out of her in that moment.
“I know what you need,” he said very plainly.
Without permission or warning, he leaned her over his shoulder so her upper body rested on his back. And he flew. Not as with wings. But for such an enormous, lumbering creature, the bear had incredible speed. He was taking her further and further away from her friends. She wondered if she would ever see them again.
But she felt safe. Like she could absolutely trust her hero captor. He bounded fearlessly to a sweet little structure tucked in between trees – a house made of one of those log cabin kits or something. It was absolutely picture perfect as best as Everleigh could tell. She stole glances when she worked up the nerve. Most of the time she kept her eyes screwed shut.
But he pushed opened the door to his home and without a thought, he was a man. A beautiful god-like creature with a perfect physique. A blast of air –the beginnings of a storm– swirled through the door as he closed it. It was as though the air carried magic and intoxicated them. They came together in a romantic whirl of passion.
Unspoken, they regarded one another and acted on the first thing that came to mind. He swept the tattered fabric off of her body. He dipped his fingers into the waist of her pants and peeled them down. She was naked.
He reached over his head and pulled his shirt off to reveal the best body on a human being Everleigh had the pleasure to see up close and personal. He took her mouth without hesitation, sweeping his sweet, hot tongue inside of her.
At once, Everleigh moaned. The feel and taste of him was so incredibly wonderful. He was so powerful –this man with whom she was about to mate but whose name she did not know– that he made her feel light as feather, lifting her with ease.
Everleigh wrapped her legs around the small of his back, if it was small. His massive chest and back tapered into a lean and narrow waist, but he was anything but small. His legs burst from his hips with powerful musculature. She rested her feet on the iron-hard curves of his buttocks. His skin was so, so smooth. It smelled amazing. Everleigh drew in his sweet scent via the labored rhythm of her breaths.
He kissed her slow. Tenderly. Languidly. It was doing it to her. Purposefully torturing her with his intensely erotic touch. He stroked her sides and casually maneuvered her arms upward. Above her head. It was the same sort of position that the assailant had put her in only the assailant had been far more brutal. Her muscles hurt.
She whimpered with pain and he was so sensitive to it.
“Aw,” he said. “Where do I need to kiss? Does it hurt here?”
He gingerly grazed her triceps. It did make her feel better, his light contact. The position jutted out her boobs. They were round and full, and he feasted on them. There was a direct line between her nipples and her center. Every lick drew her very core together.
Instinctively, they positioned together, he over her and she underneath. His massive, hard erection brushed against her wet, salty flesh. Every part of her screamed for him to get inside of her. Everleigh was compelled to reach between them and touch herself.
He turned her to the side, parted her knees with his, so that he could look over her shoulder and watch. Together they touched her. He broke away for a moment to, at long last, enter her. He returned his hand to hers, pressed his hot lips to the base of her neck so that the tip of his tongue could tickle her there. Everleigh burst. The sweet torture combined with the mind-blowing excitement of having stranger sex catapulted her into a powerful orgasm. Her body clenched at the feeling of his hard cock.
He was an intense powerhouse. His body glided into hers with such smoothness, such rhythm. Their chemistry was so potent that the pleasure just kept coming. Everleigh lazily endured the sweetness of her climax until she came back down to earth.
Then she took control. She turned her body to face him, guiding him back against the mattress. She mounted his amazing body and rode him wildly. She cupped her bobbing breasts and played with them while looking him directly in the eye. He loved that. She watched as this magnificent beast’s eyes rolled back into his head before dissolving in a sputtering mass of ecstasy. He growled when he came. Everleigh thought he was absolutely beautiful.
Chapter Three
But the rambling redwood home that she woke up in was very real. It was all beautiful redwood trim and windows, finishing off in the steep picture of the ceiling. A fire crackled in a river rock-finished fireplace. She was smack dab in the living room of someone’s home, in a bed. Despite the finely woven blankets that covered her, it was certainly cold enough for a fire.
Everleigh smelled food cooking. It made her so hungry, even as her stress rose recalling the awful thing that almost happened to her. Her appetite was the first to go when things got rough.
She flinched. There emerging from the kitchen was perhaps the most astonishing looking man she had ever seen in real life. He was carrying a tray. She quaked. And then she blushed. This was the man of her dreams. The one who started out as the bear who had rescued her from an unspeakable fate.
“She lives,” he said. His voice was rich and deep. And so seductive. “Will you have something to eat?”
He set the tray down beside her and ripped off a corner of a loaf of bread with his giant hands. He dunked the bread in the soup and held it to her lips.
“Open for me,” he said.
She let him feed her. But the fact that she was in yet another strange man’s home unnerved her to the point that, good as it was, she really had no stomach for food. She noted that it was a vegetable stew. There was no meat in it at all. It was really good. Still, she pushed his hand away when he ladled some onto his spoon.
“No?” he asked, his voice as smooth as honey.
He pulled back her blanket. Everleigh jerked them back. She was naked. Completely naked. Her face was bright with alarm.
“I just want to have a look,” he said.
“Seems you’ve looked at quite enough,” she said.
She wasn’t terrified with this strange man as she had been with the one who tried to attack her.
“You have a nick on the back of your calf. Coyote trap. I just want to see if the swelling went down. When is the last time you had a tetanus shot?” he asked.
He seemed to think the issue was resolved for he firmly pulled back the covers to examine her. Everleigh tightly pressed her eyes shut. He poked. It was a little sore.
“One moment,” he said.
And he returned with a cotton ball and some dark red antiseptic. He pressed the cotton to the mouth of the bottle and tilted.
His eyes glittered. “I’d like to tell you that this won’t hurt but it will. It’s going to sting. Just breathe through it. Only smarts for a second.”
Just as he was about to dab her, Everleigh pulled away. He arched his brow and scolded her with a look. He gripped her ankle with his powerful hand so that she had no choice and swabbed her anyway.
“Yow, mama! That doesn’t sting. That hurts!” She puffed out little breaths until the smarting subsided.
With a look he scoffed at her.
“Sorry. What the hey?” she peeked at the wound herself. It was not very
big but it was slightly puffy. “I need to get dressed and go back to my friends. They’re probably worried about me.”
Completely on cue, a crack of lightning flickered in the window, followed by a rumble of thunder.
“Really?” she asked.
“I am afraid so. Dangerous ground water levels at this point. It’s been raining since I picked you up off of the forest floor. I think we should get word to your friends at any rate so that they aren’t worried about you,” he said.
He picked her up off of the forest floor? That was not the way she remembered it.
“Really? You rescued me?” she asked suspiciously.
“I did indeed,” he said. “You’re here, are you not? Do you not remember how you got here?”
“No,” she replied cynically.
“And you don’t remember… anything else?” he asked, his gaze so, so penetrating.
While still looking at her directly, he moved slowly towards her. Everleigh ached for him. She felt herself pressing back onto the mattress to receive him again. Her knees parted to let himself immerse in her.
As he was above her, she had a moment of clarity. She pressed against his massive chest.
“Wait,” she whispered. “Tell me your name.”
He smiled a rich, wide smile. “Again?” he asked. “Ben.”
“Benjamin,” she murmured.
“No. Esben. It’s Danish,” he said.
“Everleigh,” she responded.
“Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice rasped.
Chapter Four
Everleigh could feel the power in his touch as he stroked her. It was a wild combination of strength and tenderness. His stroke was so delicate. And yet so amazingly effective. Erotic wires traversed through her body, lighting up every erogenous point until they connected to her center. She ached for him. She was impatient to have him.
She arched towards him, yearning as he explored. He showered her with a thousand caresses. Tingles and shivers went straight to her nipples – they pebbled to rock hardness. He took them between his fingertips.
It did things to her mind, convincing her that an ultimately masculine man was commandeering her body. She felt that she could not be in more capable hands. Ben just seemed like the ultimate lover. She tried to tether herself around him, but he rolled her over onto her belly.
He growled. She swore he did. It was the same sound in her dreams when the bear reacted to being hit by the trap. He slipped a pillow under her abdomen and propped up her bottom. He leaned and she could feel his hot, hot tongue drag across the smooth skin of her bottom.
Everleigh whimpered. It was almost more than she could bear but he did not let up. He found the tender inside of her cheeks. Delicate. Sensitive. Erogenous. She had never had anyone pleasure her there before. He plunged deeply into her, lapping up her moisture. Little waves pulsed into her. She throbbed and ached to be filled.
He rolled her once again so she was on her back. He lifted her knees up and pushed them gently apart in an almost wanton display. The position made his touch more intense. When he continued to delve and press with his tongue, her reaction was sweeter.
He rose above her, just as he left her humming with arousal. He got inside of her. The excitement welled and it was enough to push her over the edge. She came immediately. Everleigh pulsed wildly around his wondrous cock. She peeked at him with lowered lids. His face was awash with a hazy smile.
“You feel so good,” she murmured to him.
He winked at her. She thought she would melt. He gripped her hips and pulled her into him. He moved her back and forth, his fingers splayed on the cheeks of her buttocks. She loved the way he took control of her body.
Everleigh explored. She reached up to the massive chest and touched it. It was so magnificent. She trailed her finger tips along the sides of his giant arms. Just the mere thought of them was an aphrodisiac.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the ride. Ben’s steady rhythm gently knocking her breasts back and forth in an easy bob. It was positively delicious. She stretched her long legs up and over his shoulders which jutted from his neck like rock formations.
He winked again. As Everleigh stole looks at him, she realized he was watching her every move.
“I have something to tell you,” she whispered.
His eyes glittered. “Go ahead,” he said.
“I dreamt you were a bear last night,” she said and laughed lazily.
“Oh but I am,” he teased. “A big, giant bear who loves fucking you.”
Everleigh was not prepared for the erotically graphic response. Its effect was almost narcotic. It knocked her into another dimension. She shook and trembled. And she loved it. She spied on him again. The corners of his mouth were curling with mischief.
Ben was apparently done with the niceties of square sex. He lifted one of her ankles to join the other and turned her over. He drew her hips back to him as though she were sitting on his lap. He penetrated her so deeply this way. They were still as she adjusted to the feel of him.
He sent shivers throughout her. Everleigh’s body was wracked with the shaking of complete erotic immersion. He reached from somewhere, parted her thighs atop his and pressed a little vibrator against her clit. She was already so, so worked up. But he pinned her with her complete consent, until she succumbed to an amazing orgasm.
In close quarters, with him so deeply embedded in her, Everleigh’s body wildly clenched onto his erection. It was a total sensory overload. Releasing in sweet spasms around him was not sufficient. She cried out with rapture, her voice filling the redwood-paneled room.
And as her climax faded, she was limp against him, thinking she might weep. It was that good. Ben kissed her shoulder, across the sensitive base of her neck and down her spine. He pushed her forward until her plump, round buttocks were sweetly displayed in the air. He covered her. It was such an amazing feeling to be blanketed. Protected. Safe. She had such a sexual trust with him she had never experienced before with a partner.
She felt the unmistakable transformation in his body which told her he was making that climb to orgasm. The flames of the fireplace flickered. The angle or something was just right that she was blinded. She couldn’t quite see right. She felt the unmistakable prickle of fur against her skin. It was oily and coarse, like she was brushing up against an animal skin rug.
Everleigh’s focus shifted to her center. She focused on how he filled her. How he was driving into her. But she must have been overtired. Her mind was playing tricks on her again. She looked down to the hand that had been bracing beside her own and there was no mistaking. It was a paw with claws. Not a dog or cat paw but a paw the size of her head. And yet she was not too weirded out. She was not afraid. She was so drugged on the wondrous moment that she was having, she just accepted and did not try to figure it out.
Ben’s body stiffened, seized with the beginnings of an orgasm. He was so powerful, his body so formidable that the thought of him coming was such a turn on for Everleigh. She rested her upper body on the comfort of the mattress, offering up her bottom as he plunged into her from behind, letting him have his way with her.
It was as powerful a climax for him as it had been for her, too. His guttural animal cries shook the sweet forest cottage. They were so loud, they were deafening. Everleigh had to cover her ears. Something about the pitch and the volume. It was more than she could take but she liked it. Almost on an instinct level, it was so affirming. So hot. It made her feel like such a woman.
Ben collapsed on the bed beside her. He gripped her hips and rolled her against him.
“Now are you hungry?” he asked as he nuzzled her.
Chapter Five
The rain poured. When the passion cleared Everleigh’s head, she realized that her friends would be worried sick about her. There might even be search parties looking for her. With the weather and her location, Everleigh could get no signal. She panicked that she had caused a lot of trouble.
“So what do I do?
” she asked. “Just stay here? Kind of awkward, don't you think?”
“We're way past awkward, don't you think? he asked, raising an eyebrow. "But of course, whatever you want. I'll take you back to your friends. Assuming they are there. Or perhaps one of the taverns at the base of the hill?"
"Base of the hill? Where are we? The top?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
"No, we are in a crevice type elevation of the mountain. Cracked a gazillion years ago due to an earthquake and then filled in nicely for trees. Might be tricky finding your friends in this weather though, I doubt they stayed. Tavern?"
"Tavern,” she agreed. “At least I'll get phone service there. I feel like such an idiot. Thoughtless."
"Enough," he said. “You met with unusual circumstances to say the least."
Then it occurred to her. She had hallucinated that the guy morphed into a wolf and that her savior was a bear. What had actually happened? Because as she recalled, the guy had died.
“Speaking of which? What happened to the guy?” she asked. “Shouldn’t we have contacted the police?”
“I don’t think we’ll be hearing from him anytime soon. I think he learned his lesson,” said Ben.
Everleigh had the feeling he was dismissing her.
“I am serious,” she said. “What happened to him?”
Ben looked like he was ever so slightly annoyed by the questions. “He ran off. I just happened to be there. Suddenly he wasn’t the dominant type. End of story.”
She spied. She remembered that she threw a trap at him. She remembered that the assailant and the bear –Ben– brawled. She looked at his hands for nicks. And when he stood up, which he would have to do eventually, she would check to see for any bangs or bruises on his backside.
“So let’s go?” he asked.
“Yeah let’s go,” Everleigh replied, still not settled about what happened to the man who had tried to attack her.
