Ryan looked away.
"You don't love me," he said. "You're just a girl with a crush."
Saylor fumed. She reached forward, grabbed the back of his neck, and yanked his lips to hers. The kiss was raw, angry. He fought her for dominance, biting and pressing hard. She met him, wrapping her tongue around his, biting his lower lips, pulling his hair, burying her fingers in the fabric of his shirt. They pulled apart, breathing heavily. Ryan's lips were swollen from Saylor's teeth.
"I do love you," said Saylor, summoning all her courage, "and I think you might love me too. We will be okay. I will help you with this."
She reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers.
"You need to remember what your mom said," Saylor continued. "You need to look up at the stars and remember that you are destined to be here just like anyone else. You are just as worthy as any human. You can weather anything, you just need to be strong."
Ryan dropped her hand.
"That's all bullshit," he yelled. Saylor took a step back. "Everyone is afraid of me. You don't know who I am really am when I am this upset, you just think I am the brainy professor. I am not going to stay here just to indulge your teacher fetish."
"It's not a fetish," Saylor said. Tears pricked at her eyes again, she had cried enough this week to last a life time. "I want to be with you."
"I am not going to ruin your life by attaching you to my shifter drama. And I am not going to be with someone who can't understand who I truly am, who might be afraid of me in my animal form."
"I'm never afraid of you," said Saylor. "You aren't going to ruin my life, you make it better. I am happy with you, safe."
Ryan looked at her, his eyes were sad, full of regret.
"I love you too," he admitted, "but I understand why people are afraid of me. I have to leave."
"I don't understand!" Saylor yelled. She surprised herself by the ferocity in her voice. "I don't understand why you are just going to stop fighting. I don't understand why you think it's okay that people are afraid of you. I don't understand anything! Stop running, stay with me."
Ryan turned back to her with a roar.
"I'll show you why people are afraid of me!" He said.
He shifted, harder and faster than he had last night. His body changed in an instant. She watched as his muscles and bones rearranged themselves, created an entirely new beast where the love of her life once stood.
The bear was angry. It roared as soon as Ryan stood fully transformed. The teeth caught the setting afternoon run, shining like knives. Saylor's hair blew back from the angry breath. She did not move.
The bear stood back on its hind legs, so tall it almost hit the ceiling. It roared again, showing the large claws on its big paws. Big enough to snap her neck in a single blow. She could see all the muscles pulsating beneath his coat. He snarled again. She did not move.
"I am not afraid of you," said Saylor, looking Ryan in the eye. "You are doing everything you can to frighten me away so you can prove that I don't love you. You want to prove that we never had a future so you feel better about leaving. I am not going to let you do that."
The bear snarled again and faked a swipe at her head. Saylor glanced at the paw with disinterest.
"You aren't going to hurt me," she said, "you would never hurt me."
The tears were pooling in her lashes now, threatening to tumble down at any moment.
"You are kind," Saylor said, reaching forward and putting her hand on his paw. The pads were thick, rough. "You are a smart and gentle man. You're funny, you make me laugh, you make me feel safe. I am not going to let you walk away from this relationship because you are afraid."
She took a stepped toward the bear and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in the fur on its chest.
"If you want to leave me because you don't want me," she said, listening to the bear's heartbeat slow down, "that's fine. But it you want me and you think you can see a future with me, don't leave because you are scared. I will help you. I don't mind if you ultimately decide to leave the university, that is your choice, but I am going to come with you. If you have me."
The bear lowered itself back on to all four legs. She took its head in her hands and pressed their faces together, nose to nose.
"I love you," she said, "and I am not afraid."
Chapter Eleven
The bear shifted, furry face becoming the man that she knew so well. The man she grew to lust after in class and the one she grew to love on a cool beach one spring night. He stood before her, his chest rising and falling with emotion.
They embraced, Saylor pressed her face to his bare chest.
"I like you better this way," she said, voice muffled against him, "but I love you no matter what."
He leaned down, took her chin in his hand, and kissed her. The kiss was deep, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep upright. His lips were a little rougher, chapped from the long night before, but the embrace was just as passionate as it had been. Saylor felt Ryan's erection press against her belly and his heartbeat quicken in his chest.
"I want you," he whispered against her lips, running a hand through her hair.
"I want you too," she said.
"Have you," he asked, "ever had sex before."
Saylor batted her eyelashes, looking up through him in her best impression of a kitten. "I have never felt the touch of a man before, mister. Are you going to show me how to be a woman?"
Ryan flushed and stumbled over his words. Saylor broke out into a peal of laughter.
"Of course I have had sex before!" She said. "Not good sex, but sex enough. Your face when you thought I was a virgin though, it was almost like you were into it."
Ryan laughed and swept Saylor into his arms. She screeched as he lifted her. It was so easy for him, he smiled at her and brought her into the cabin like he was carrying in the mail. She reached around, pulling him into a kiss as he carried her through the cabin and into the back bedroom.
The only pieces of furniture in the room were a King bed in a log frame and a small desk to the side. This place needs a woman's touch, thought Saylor, It's a good thing I am here now.
Ryan threw Saylor back on the bed. She bounced and laughed as the covers and pillows were all mussed. Ryan jumped in after her, nuzzling her face with his newly sprouted beard. She giggled as the rough hairs scratched at her face.
"We are getting you naked," Ryan said, pulling at her shirt, "so I am not the only one caught with his pants down."
Saylor kissed him while he unbuttoned her jeans, wiggling out of her pants as he pulled them down. The shirt came next, tossed carelessly to the side. She lay before him in only a cotton bra and panties. He grinned down at her hungrily.
"I'm going to eat you up," he said.
The tone of his voice made her nipples harden and wetness rush to fill the space between her legs. She was ready.
Ryan brought his mouth down along her collarbone, sucking her flesh into his mouth and running his tongue over her sensitive skin. Her hips were already moving with desire, recalling his fingers inside her, filling her and stretching her. He traced his tongue over her, leaving goosebumps in her wake. She tangled her fingers in his hair.
While he nibbled on the place where her neck and shoulder met, a hand snaked behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. Victoriously, Ryan removed her undergarment, throwing it on to the floor to join her shirt.
Her nipples were hard, sharp points under his inspection. Ryan kissed down her neck and found her breast, swirling his tongue around her darker flesh and slipping a nipple into the wet cave of his mouth. Saylor groaned. Encourage, Ryan nipped at her, gently, eliciting gasps of pleasure from his woman.
His played with her other breast, kneading the skin and tweaking the nipple in time with every swirl of his tongue and scrape of his teeth. She breathed heavily, focusing on the pleasure exploding from her nipples and coursing out to other parts of her body.
"More," Saylor begged, gaspin
g as Ryan bit down on her breast.
"What do you want?" He asked. "I want this to be better than you first time. I want you to be satisfied."
"Just," Saylor moaned as he rubbed her breast, "touch me."
Ryan grinned and removed his hand from her breast. Kissing her, he raked his hand over her body, down her stomach, over her round thighs, and between her legs. He cupped her, testing the wetness there with one finger. She bucked, begging for his touch.
Ryan slipped his fingers into her pussy, parting the lips and entering her. He stroked her clit, teasing her and leading her to the edge of pleasure. He circled her entrance before slipping a finger inside her. Saylor sucked in her breath with delight as she felt him fill her.
Ryan explored her wetness, curving his fingers up to explore her walls. Then he added a second finger, all while his thumb circled and pressed down on her clit. He teased her, pulling back when she felt sure that it was all over, then speeding up just when she had control again.
"Fuck me," Saylor begged.
Ryan kissed her and said, "I am not going to fuck you, I am going to make love to you."
He moved his mouth down her body, leaving languorous kisses over her hot flesh. Everywhere he touched her burned like it was on fire. She was so hot, she needed relief. He was kissing her thighs when she realized what was about to happen.
"Oh my god," she moaned.
Ryan slipped his head between her legs, stroking her pussy with a lazy tongue.
"Oh my goooooddddd," she moaned.
His tongue circled her clit before darting down. He stroked her outer lips, taking them into his mouth, engulfing them with his warmth and setting all her nerves on edge. He teased at her entrance before plunging into her, tasting her juices and licking at her walls. Saylor moved her hips to meet him, overcome with the pleasure that rocketed through her body.
He left biting kisses on her inner thighs, teasing her flesh and making her cry out. Then he dove back in, teasing up her lips, darting his tongue in and out of her opening. Then, to her great delight, focusing on her clit. He took the bundle of nerves into his mouth, sweeping his tongue over the sensitive head. She cried out, her lower body nearly on fire. She needed him.
He laughed, vibrations moving through her body, causing her pussy to contract with longing. She wanted to be filled, she wanted to have him inside her, to be closer to him than she had ever been to anyone. He sucked on her clit, circling the base with his tongue, then pressing down on it. She was so close.
"Stop," she begged. "I want to come when you're inside me. I want you inside me."
He looked up, lustful eyes peering at her from between her thighs. The sight alone almost brought her to completion.
He kissed his way up, slowly, torturing her and enjoying the little moans and gasps that escaped her mouth. Ryan leaned in, kissing her deeply as he took his cock in his hand. Saylor could taste a hint of salt on his lips and delight surged through her. He loved her.
"Are you ready?" Ryan asked, teasing his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
"God," she said, "I am more than ready. I am needy."
He pushed inside her. Saylor cried out. He was so thick, she felt her walls stretch almost taught to accommodate him. It was more pleasurable than painful, this new sensation of being full of him. Her slick walls shuddered around him.
"Is this okay?" He asked.
She moved her hips, becoming accustomed to the way he fit in her. The longer he was inside her, the more this felt right. She never wanted to be apart from him again.
"This is more than okay," she said, reaching up and pulling him into a kiss.
Ryan started to push into her, slowly, drawing back until he was nearly out and pushing into her. She felt every small movement with agonizing clarity. This pleasure was near torture, the way she felt her body react to each millimeter of his cock. It ached for him.
"Faster," she demanded.
He obliged, thrusting into her with renewed determination. It was not enough. She wanted to be lost in him.
"Faster!" she said.
He pounded into her. Her breasts bounced, nipples twitching, body shaking with the vibrations of his thrusts. His breathing quickened. Saylor could feel waves of pleasure crashing at her shores, lapping at her feet, threatening to overcome her.
She caught his hair in one hand, tangling her fingers in the soft, dark tendrils. With her other hand, she ran it down her body and rubbed herself. With each pump of his shaft into her, Saylor rubbed her clit. Ryan and Saylor moved in perfect time, rubbing and thrusting, finding their way to pleasure together.
"I'm close," said Saylor, "I can't hold it in anymore. I'm going to come."
"Come for me, baby," Ryan said, "I want you to come."
She let herself go. Pleasure cascaded over her. Her muscles shook, her pussy was impossibly wet. It contracted around Ryan's cock, pulling him into her. She threw her legs around him, holding him deep inside her. Her hips bucked of their own accord. Flashes of light appear before her eyes. She gripped him, hanging on for dear life as her body was carried away to pleasure.
She felt him come next. That final thrust pushed him over, his seed spilling inside her. She laughed as the final waves of the orgasm washed over her, hair tangled, body covered in sweat, pussy full of Ryan. This was everything she had ever wanted.
Ryan rolled off, pulling her to his side.
"How was it?" He asked, his cheeks pink and his breathed heavy.
"You know it was good," Saylor said, laughing. Her eyes were bright, she felt so alive, so happy.
Ryan grinned, "I just wanted to hear you say it."
Saylor glanced outside the window. In all their ruckus, the sun set. A few stars were starting to appear in the sky.
"Do you want to go outside?" She asked. "I love it when you tell me about the stars.
The smile Ryan gave her was so bright it warmed her heart. He pulled the blanket off the bed, wrapped her in it, then wrapped himself in the sheet. He led her out the back of his cabin, to a small porch. They settled on an oversize chaise, Ryan behind and Saylor wrapped up against him. She curled up, tucking her head against his chest.
"There they are," Saylor said, pointing at Ursa Major and Ursa Minor.
"There they are," said Ryan. Saylor's head rose and fell with his relaxed breathing.
"Do you still have to leave?"
Ryan paused, thoughtful. "I think," he said, "I can try sticking it out here for a while. Besides, my girlfriend goes here."
Saylor turned up to look at him, a smile on her face.
"Oh?" She said. "And who would that be?"
When Ryan kissed her, she saw stars.
Epilogue
"I can't believe," said Jasmine as the three of them walked to the library, "they put you on the brochure."
Ryan laughed. "I am the poster child for diversity at NMU, who would have guessed? The Dean loves having an out shifter on his staff, it makes them feel progressive."
Saylor squeezed his hand. It was fall semester, her senior year. Her best friend and her boyfriend/new roommate were walking to the library to study. Well, Jasmine and Saylor were going to study. Ryan was going to grade papers.
"What do you think," Saylor asked, "was it worth staying?"
Ryan held the door of the library open for Jasmine, sneaking a kiss as Saylor passed.
"I could have left the university," Ryan said. "I stayed for you."
"Ugh," said Jasmine, rolling her eyes with a smile. "The two of you are too cute. I feel like I should find my own teddy bear just so I can compete with the onslaught of adorable from Professor Sexy and the Teacher's Pet."
"I'd try it," said Ryan, smiling at Saylor. "It's definitely worth it."
Ryan slipped his arm around Saylor's waist and she grinned. It was going to be a good year.
Author's Note
Thank you for reading Bearly Passing: Saylor and Ryan!
The second installment of the series, Bearly Passing: Jasmine and The
o is out now!
If you found yourself alone in the library after dark with the hottest Were-bear you've ever seen, what would you do? Jasmine is about to find out.
Jasmine has ambition and no time for romance.
She is counting down the days until she graduates from college, saving her money, and biding her time. After her roommate started shacking up with her professor, she had to take a tutoring job to pay the bills. Her new pupil? He's the rowdy jerk she thought graduated last year. Great.
Theo told everyone in college he was a were-bear last semester.
Which would have been fine, if he graduated on time. Now he is stuck in college for another term, studying history and being fetishized for his shapeshifting abilities. When he hires a tutor to help him make the grade the only thing he wants to study is anatomy...
Sparks fly when these two students are forced to work together. Alone. With no supervision.
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