by Olivia Harp
He gave her a quick glance.
“Are you happy?”
She shrugged, “I guess.”
Her bear growled inside. For the first time in years it woke up with a strong will, just like when she was young.
She had lost it and now she had it back. It was a gift she thought was gone.
A part of her that vanished, now suddenly back.
“Kinda scared, too.”
He briefly touched her leg, to comfort her.
“I understand,” he said, his eyes on the road.
“I thought the bear inside me had died.”
“It never went anywhere. You know that. You just stopped listening to it. To who you really are.”
She smiled, that was a comforting thought.
“Now you have another chance to be yourself.”
“Yeah, I only needed to be attacked by a monster from another dimension to realize it.”
He laughed.
“Could’ve been worse.”
Her stomach churned, “worse?”
He turned to her, a smile on his lips.
“It could have been the code.”
She laughed.
“Now that would’ve been scary,” she said.
***
They arrived at the station, Franklin unloaded the tools they’d brought to the antenna.
“I’ll write the report,” Sophie said.
“Let me do it, you’ve been through a lot today.”
“Franklin,” she said, “there’s no way you can say that to me today. You’re the one who fought that freaking thing.”
“Yeah, but—”
“But nothing, cowboy. I’ll do it.”
Franklin shook his head in defeat, smiling.
“Whatever makes you happy, beautiful.”
He followed her inside. Put the sensors and other instruments in their respective place and turned around.
“I can help you—”
“No, Franklin, let me do it.”
His bear growled. It wanted her. He felt it pacing inside, snarling at him for not claiming her right there.
He needed to do something to pass the time. To take his mind off things. Take his mind off her.
It was a cold day, colder than the day before. Being with her was the best thing that could have happened to him. She was his counterpart, his perfect balance.
All right, first things first.
He went into their room and took out fresh clothes from his bag, placed them neatly on the bed, and just before putting them on, he had an idea.
His bear growled in anticipation.
He would take a shower. A hot shower.
Maybe that way he would stop thinking about her for a second.
***
Being naked outside at sub-zero temperatures was the worst. Yeah, humans would die easily but to a bear shifter, it was just incredibly annoying.
This was the opposite. He felt his body relax the second the hot water touched his skin.
Every muscle had tensed up incredibly hard the second he knew the Shadowlands attacked the Antenna base up North. It took him this to realize he was still on edge.
He closed his eyes, forgetting himself, just enjoying the moment, trying to not give in to the temptation of mating her.
She needed to make the choice on her own. If he had to step back and let her be free —at the cost of his own happiness— well, fuck it. It was worth it.
That woman. The way she smiled, her laugh. It was the woman of his dreams.
God damn it. The way she fucked. She was a goddess in bed.
Crazy like him, she had his same perversions. The image of his hands full of her breasts, the memory of her curves and him fucking her hard. He’d loved that. It was the best sex of his life, with the best woman he’d ever met.
He was rock hard now.
He didn’t remember the time his body reacted like this. He wasn’t a teenager; he didn’t want to say she was perfect... but she was, to him. She was the woman he’d been waiting his whole life for.
His animal snarled, but he held it back, this time he was having a harder time keeping it in check. A soft grumble escaped his throat and the next moment her hands were on his back.
Her scent filled the room. She’d been sneaky, he didn’t even realize when she opened the door.
He was about to turn around to face her but she stopped him.
“Don’t turn around,” she said. Her voice was sweet but had an edge to it. Something that wasn’t there before.
His shaft pulsed, he hadn’t felt anything like this in his life.
Her hands explored his skin, slowly going from his lower back up to his shoulder blades.
Pulses of electricity flared up inside of him.
He wanted her.
“I told you, you were going to pay for your teasing, cowboy.”
***
Sophia needed him. She couldn’t admit it to herself back on the antenna, but she felt safe in his arms. She felt adored... he made her feel important.
The way he looked at her, the way he touched her and supported her.
And her damned bear. It wanted him to take her.
It wanted to be claimed.
She finished the report quickly, there wasn’t much to say. And her bear snarled and roared inside the moment she heard him turn on the shower.
She’d take him right there, in the small space. She wanted him inside.
When she opened the curtains she almost fainted.
He was leaning on the wall, his eyes closed, hot steam everywhere around, his wide back and big arms, his legs and ass and my Gosh, his cock. It wasn’t her fault. She had to take advantage of him.
She had to seduce him.
Or pretend to do it. She knew he’d always be ready for her. Her bear knew.
She’d taken all of her clothes off, her full, voluptuous body burning hot.
She wanted to feel him on her skin.
She touched his back, her fingers caressed every recess of his musculature, intensity flared up inside her.
She sank her fingers on his biceps, hard and strong in her hands, then went back to his torso to feel his chest and the ridges of his abs.
He let her explore. His skin burned beneath her fingers, the warm vapor around them made her arousal rawer... more primal.
There was no one around for hundreds of miles. She knew that out in this remote part of the world, in this desolate, frozen wasteland, she had this sex god all for herself.
Ripples of desire slid out from her center. Her juices were already flowing, ready for him.
Her hands continued down to his waist, softly scratching him until she touched his thighs, big and hard, and pressed her chest against his back.
She pulled him even closer, as if trying to fuse her body with his.
He reached back and touched her ass and outer thighs, then she moved in to his center and grabbed his cock.
It was hard, incredibly hard.
She was going to make him pay.
He was going to be her boy toy.
She wanted to give herself to him, but no. She had to fulfill her promise.
She softly pulled back and forth, just barely jerking him off. Her other hand softly cupped his balls, caressing them with great care.
She loved the vulnerability, the way her hands found their way by themselves, she didn’t even had to think. He was completely available to her, trustful.
She licked his back, listening to him moan.
Fucking hell, I want him.
She was ready. But she had to wait. She had to show him.
He moaned louder this time, then turned around.
She tried to stop him but her will was much weaker this time.
She melted every time she looked at him.
His eyes were contained fury, boring into her, releasing all of her lust. He wants to fuck me. The animalistic need fired up inside of them both. He needed her, she could see it in his eyes. She never felt so desired. A man
this strong... not a single ounce of weakness in him, needing her. He was a predator and she was the prey.
She was his. She couldn’t deny it.
Her hands still massaged his cock, He didn’t say a word, just softly grabbed her hair and pulled back, sending shivers throughout her body.
She was the vulnerable one. There was no way she could resist him.
The boiling lust in him consumed her. He could do whatever he wanted, but he waited. He didn’t give in to it, he rode it.
He took her hands off his cock, and wrapped them behind her back.
“Look what you’ve done,” he whispered in her ear.
Then his cock slid right between her thighs, hot and dripping wet.
Her folds opened slowly to receive him. She had started it. She might have jerked him off but this was torture.
He was pleasing her nub with his cock, sliding it forward and back on her slit, masturbating her. He rubbed her clit with the tip of his cock, drenching her in pre-cum.
A bolt of lightning surged inside of her, so quickly she hadn’t felt it building up. She cried in pleasure and tried to bend forward, but he was on the way, trapping her, making her unable to escape from the pleasure.
“This is what you wanted,” he said.
His cock kept on, back and forth, her sex about to explode in delicious anguish.
“N—no...” she said.
He kept at it, his perfect rhythm unchanged.
“What did you want?”
She could hardly think anymore. She could hardly breath.
“What did you want, Sophia?”
“You... I wanted you to pay—”
“You wanted revenge, right?”
She bit her lip, trying to ignore the waves of pleasure surging through her, leaned her head on his broad shoulder and answered, “yes.”
He pulled her hair back, making her look at him.
“I’ll have to teach you to be a good girl.”
Bolts of electricity traveled through her every nerve, he won. She was his, again.
He released her hair and smacked her ass, the combination of pain and pleasure made her shiver.
A yell escaped her throat. His hand went back up, grazing her skin, until he embraced her again.
“Is that what you want?”
Was it? She’d never felt like this before.
He smacked her again, bolts of electricity flowed through her from her center out.
She started breathing faster, she had to be honest, Oh my Gosh, again. Do it again. She bit her lip and nodded, a bit embarrassed.
Then he did it again, harder this time. She yelled even louder and embraced him by the neck, her orgasm exploding so hard she could barely keep standing.
It didn’t matter, she knew he wouldn’t let go of her, her cry continued on as her orgasm intensified, flashes of ecstasy rippled through her body.
She arched back, softly kicking away as she came. She let Franklin’s hold all of her weight, she let go.
It was the longest, loudest, hardest orgasm she’d ever had.
She couldn’t even open her eyes, she just leaned forward again to him and held him.
“That’s what you get when you’ve been bad,” he said, his voice carrying that edge, that intonation that warned her there was so much more waiting for her.
For a moment, she thought she was done, but seeing him again amidst the hot shower just intensified her want.
“Fuck me,” she growled at him.
He smiled and turned her around, bending her at the waist.
She put her hands against the wall and felt his thick, hard cock graze her entrance, trying to tease her again, but she was ready now.
She pushed back, taking him in a swift movement. His cock filled her inside, making her moan, another mixture of pleasure and pain, suddenly mutating into a rhythmical in-out, in-out that made her forget about everything.
He fucked her hard, her ass slapping against his waist every time he thrusted inside her.
“Yes!” she yelled, this is what she needed. Even if she didn’t know it, “just like that!”
He spanked her again, sending a brief bolt of pain throughout her legs, his rhythm unchanged. She loved it. She’d always made the soft, slow, missionary sex.
This was a whole different level of perversion.
He softly pulled her hair back, and spanked her for a third time.
Every inch of her body was on fire.
Pleasure and pain and everything in between, she was being stimulated like never before.
Then she came again. Her orgasm coming out of nowhere and taking her high to the sky.
“Say you love it,” he ordered, still fucking her throughout her climax.
“I love it!” she yelled in cracked words.
He leaned and grabbed her tits, pulling her to him, his cock never leaving her body, taking her tits on his hands, biting her back, then his left arm softly wrapped her neck.
This was sick, perverted sex. He wasn’t hurting her, just pretending to.
And she loved it.
“Fuck me, Franklin!” she shouted.
Another orgasm surged inside of her.
“Say my name again,” he ordered.
“Franklin, Franklin Norwood!”
“Fuck!” he yelled and she felt his hot sperm fill her inside, her orgasm still taking her away from the world into paradise.
Her bear roared “Mate!” and she knew that this man would be her end.
She was meant to meet him. Only he could do this to her. Only her true mate could have understood her not only physically but emotionally.
Only the soft sound of the shower remained. No words needed to be said.
She didn’t know what to think.
She turned and kissed him, his arms wrapped around her softly, holding on to her lips. The hot water kept raining down on them, and she couldn’t pretend no more.
They were one and the same. They were fated mates.
They held each other for what seemed like hours, until she stepped back.
It was time.
“We better go,” she whispered.
Chapter 11
They put on their clothes, exchanging smiles and brief glances.
“Okay,” Franklin said, “I think I’m all set.”
Sophia grabbed a sheet of paper with a list of items in it, and whispered to herself, pointing around the room.
“Deodorant, clothes, computer is outside...”
Franklin watched her put a check mark on every item until she sighed and turned to him.
“Me too. Ready to go,” she said, kneeling down, zipping up her suitcase.
He smiled but wasn’t really feeling happy. Being with her calmed his bear, but the thought of parting ways had the opposite effect.
His chest felt hollow. He’d risk everything with her. Fuck anyone who thought he was being stupid, she was the love of his life.
“Sophie.”
She turned to him, her blue eyes glinting in the dull grayness of the room.
“I have to ask—”
The satellite phone rang on the kitchen.
Sophie jumped in surprise, looking out to the corridor.
“Someone’s calling?” she said.
“Must be the guys upstairs... want me to answer?”
“Nah, it’s fine.”
She went outside, the phone still breaking the peace and calm of the station.
Franklin put on his work boots and followed behind her, but the answering machine got the call before she could.
“Hello?” she said, her voice being recorded.
Franklin saw Sophia fighting the damned old piece of hardware, trying to make it silent, but unable to.
“Who’s this, Sophia?” a voice replied.
She looked at Franklin with a worried look. She mouthed “my boss” to him, faking a smile.
“Yes, sir, Sophia here.”
“Thank you for taking your sweet time to answer.”
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sp; What was happening? Why was the man so angry? Franklin’s bear stirred inside. He didn’t like the way this man talked to his mate.
“I need you to tell me, in a short sentence, what the heck is going on.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” he said, his voice hardening, “I just saw you rolled an update to all the Repeater Towers—”
“Yes, a security update...”
“Did I give you permission to do that?”
She fell quiet for a second.
“Sir, it’s all in the report.”
“Tell me why I sent you there, to the end of the world. Short sentences, please.”
She turned away from Franklin, facing the wall, embarrassed.
“To fix the problems with the—”
“Fix the damn antenna and come back! Did I ask you to do this?”
“Sir,” she said more firmly, “I just thought—”
“We’re not paying you think, Sophia, we pay you to do whatever the hell we tell you to do. Nothing more, nothing less, is that understood?”
“Sir, I just saved ourselves a lot of trouble, and the security is better than ever.”
The man sighed audibly, then clicked his tongue.
“I want you to listen to this, okay? Is that clear to you? I don’t care. You follow orders. That’s it. You go and fix the thing I tell you to fix. That’s it.”
Every hair in Franklin’s body bristled. He realized his fist was so tightly clenched his knuckles were white.
He cleared his throat, making Sophia turn to him. She looked scared, about to break in tears. Then he nodded up, a way to ask if she needed help.
She pressed her lips together, fury welled up inside of her.
“Now,” the man continued, “I’m going to have to go and explain what happened in—”
“Listen you piece of shit,” Sophia interrupted. There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, then the man spoke again.
“What did you—”
“We’re going to have to change some things, you fucking ape.”
“What’s got into—”
“First. You don’t own me. You’re going to have to respect me. To talk to me like a person. Is that clear to you or do I need to use simpler sentences? I just saved you time and money and made the country a safer place. So don’t come around talking as if you’re not gonna reap the benefits of that. I can roll back on the update right now, if I want to.”
