Just Like A Bear: A Steamy Shifter Romance (A Ravenswood Romance Book 3)

by Jada Turner

  When they finished, the wind had kicked up and made Loretta shiver. Atlas moved next to her. She couldn’t seem to stop shivering but she wasn’t sure if that was because of the wind or from what was going to happen.

  “Loretta, are you ready?”

  She turned to face him, her nerves feeling as if they were going to snap from the pressure. She had never been bitten before. Was it going to hurt? Loretta wanted to ask but the questions seemed to die on her lips as she stared at Atlas.

  “I can’t glamor you,” He said, “But I need you to focus on me, okay?”

  His voice had lowered to a sensual tone that made Loretta’s knees weak. It was the same tone he had used the night when they had slept together – it made her head feel like it was going to melt. Atlas moved towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. Loretta was breathing quickly as he trailed his lips down across her cheek.

  “I want you to give yourself over to me,” He whispered, “Can you do that?”

  “Yes.” She breathed.

  There was a sudden sharp pain and Loretta let out a surprised yelp. Atlas had bitten her and was sucking on her blood. But instead of pain she felt slow waves of pleasure rolling away from the bite. Loretta had always read that bites could be incredibly nice if the vampire felt so inclined – she was grateful that he did.

  She found herself growing weaker as Atlas worked on her neck. Loretta knew he’d be taking as much blood out of her as he could, not only for himself and the ability to walk in the sun, but because the more blood lost the higher rate of success the Turn would have. Her eyelids began to flutter and the graveyard became out of focus. The more Atlas drank, the harder it became to make out anything.

  Loretta looked at the blurry shapes of the city nearby and then her eyelids felt as if they each weighed ten thousand pounds. She closed them and everything turned black.

  Chapter Five

  There was nothing for a long time. No dreams. No senses of anything from the outside world. No memories floating back to Loretta.

  It was only when Loretta became aware of the darkness did she wonder just how long there had been nothing. Her thoughts felt slow and muddled and her hands were dug into the earth, feeling soil around her fingertips.

  Her brain felt as if it was taking a long time to piece everything together. Almost too long. Her brain felt sluggish, as if it had been asleep for decades and was suddenly waking up.

  For a second, Loretta panicked. She had no memory of how she had gotten here – only that she needed to get out of the ground. She would suffocate in here! Loretta began to yell and claw at the dirt above her but it only caused more to fall on her face. Her panic felt alive, like a monster reaching out to grab her – she was going to suffocate in the dirt if she didn’t –

  A memory flashed back to her. Atlas, brushing his lips against her, and then the bite. Loretta froze and wiggled her hands towards her chest. She went perfectly still. She waited.

  No heartbeat.

  She realized she wasn’t even breathing. No, of course she wasn’t. She didn’t need to breathe. Loretta felt weak and tried to yell again, hoping Atlas would hear her. She also felt hunger – but it wasn’t the normal type of hunger that she felt. It was a hunger that felt as if it was going to eat her up and spit her out.

  Vampire, she thought, exalted. Had it actually worked? It must have. Otherwise she would have never woken up. Atlas must have drank her dry and got her into her grave. Was he outside now, waiting for her? Loretta tried to recall everything. She remembered the city, hazy against her dimming vision, the lights from it bleeding into the sky, creating an image that was the final thing she must have seen as a human.

  Atlas had made the bite pleasurable. Her death was painless. Loretta ran her tongue along her teeth and could feel it – her fangs. They were so sharp that she almost cut her tongue. She must have been starving since they were sticking out. She knew that vampires could usually control them. Fangs. That made it official. The gravity of the situation finally sunk into Loretta’s head. She was truly one of the night now.

  The dirt was shifting, Loretta noticed, and she tried to dig as well. Then a hand burst through, wrapping around her wrist. Atlas tugged and Loretta was being dragged out of the ground, up onto the surface. The night air smacked her in the face. Snow was falling, she noticed. Her eye sight was so clear that she could make out individual snowflakes. Loretta laid there, watching the snow fall and admiring the detail in each one.

  A face loomed over her – Atlas. He handed her something.

  Loretta propped herself up, still marvelling at the overwhelming nature of seeing things in such clarity – and hearing things she had never heard before. She looked down at what was in the jug he had given her. Blood.

  The hunger came back, hard and fast, and Loretta found herself chugging the jug. She finished it off in record time but still wanted more. Before she could even say anything, Atlas handed her another one.

  When Loretta finally finished, she felt better. The hunger was clear from her mind. She stood up, trying to get used to every sight and sound knocking her over. She walked over to the hill that overlooked the city. Unlike the last time she had been up here, when she couldn’t enjoy it and then couldn’t focus on it, tonight it blew her away. It was as if Loretta was seeing it for the very first time.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Atlas said as he came up behind her.

  Even standing next to him felt different. Loretta realized her body was responding just to him being here next to her. Every sense of hers seemed to thrum with a sudden desire that took her by surprise.

  “You can feel it, can’t you?”

  Loretta nodded as Atlas pressed himself against her from behind, trailing his fingers tips along her neck. Loretta felt pleasure rock through her – it was unlike anything she had ever felt as a human before. It was a pleasure that was coming from her very center.

  “That is the connection I was speaking about. I’ve Turned people before, Loretta, ones I’ve felt nothing for. It is never like this.”

  Atlas lightly touching her was driving her crazy. Loretta felt as if there was a frenzy being worked up inside of her. The connection – she hadn’t known that he meant it continue after the Turn. Loretta spun on her heel and pressed her lips against Atlas. She knew she was covered in dirt but she didn’t care. She needed him now.

  Atlas didn’t resist. He kissed her back, so hard that her human self would have been bruised. But now Loretta didn’t even feel it. She only kissed him harder before shoving him to the ground. Atlas lost his balance and hit the dirt ground, looking up at her with a glint in his eyes that drove her wild.

  Loretta moved, so quickly that the world blurred except for the spot she was staring at. She was on top of Atlas now, straddling him. The movement! She wanted to go and run through the woods, letting nothing stop her. Atlas moved like a blur as well, and now she was underneath him. Catching on, Loretta moved with all her strength and Atlas was underneath her again.

  She smashed her lips against his, the frenzy inside of her growing. She needed him now. She hadn’t even asked how his time in the sun was going, Loretta realized, but then didn’t care She’d ask after. Loretta ran her hands up Atlas’s chest and ripped his shirt off. He gave her a grin as she ran her hands down his well-muscled chest. My Maker, Loretta thought, leering at him.

  Atlas started tearing her clothes off as well. Loretta let him, enjoying the night air on her cold naked skin. She revelled in it. It felt as if the entire world was at her feet. Atlas’s hands pressed against her skin. Between them, there was no warmth, no heavy breathing – just the focus on each other. Loretta admired him once he was fully naked.

  “I’m going to have my way with you.”

  “It will be the only time.” Atlas challenged her with a grin.

  “We’ll see.”

  She straddled him again. His hand reached up and grabbed at her breasts roughly. Pas
sion surged through her body. She reached down and took his hard cock in her hands. She helped it inside her pussy. She groaned with pleasure as he entered her. She rode him as waves and waves of pleasure like she had never felt before rocked in body. She shuddered and screamed into the night as the orgasm hit her. It was ecstasy she could not put words too. It was otherworldly.

  When it was all over, Loretta and Atlas laid next to each other. She was watching the sky again, admiring the way the stars seemed to shine brightly and only for her. Her head felt clearer after the blood and the sex. Atlas hadn’t said anything but had been stealing glances at her when she thought she didn’t notice. But Loretta did notice. She noticed everything now.

  She kept putting her hand to her chest, marvelling at how she felt no heartbeat. It had taken so long to find a Maker and become one of their kind but now that she finally was, Loretta almost regretted that it had taken so long for her to make up her mind.

  “How do you feel?” Atlas finally asked, breaking the silence.

  “Better. How is your week in the sun going?”

  A smile broke out on Atlas’s face, “Better than I have even dreamed.”

  “What have you been doing?”

  “Taking long walks. I’ve been spending most of the last three days in parks.”

  Loretta smiled back, glad that their deal had worked out in his favor. Atlas had gotten what he wanted and Loretta had gotten hers.

  She thought back to the sex they had just had. It was crazed, rough and unlike anything she had ever dreamed of doing. But nothing had hurt her Her bruises from the sex when Loretta had been human had healed during her Turning process. And sex as a vampire was very, very different.

  Loretta thought of her life stretching before her. Nothing to hold her back. Nothing to make her stay in one place. She had Atlas as well. Loretta got to her feet and walked over to the hill, looking down at the city. Everything was so clear that she could make out individual street lights if she focused enough. The thrum of the city seemed to move through her skin, giving her life where she technically lacked any.

  Atlas came to her side. They stood there together, their hands entwined, looking over the city. Loretta let everything wash over her. It had taken so much time to get to this point. To finally be a vampire after years of dreaming about it and to have Atlas as her Maker…

  With the city sprawled out at her feet, she turned to face Atlas and leaned in for another kiss. They had forever together now.

  Vampire In My Bed

  An Erotic Vampire Romance

  Kat walked down the streets of New Orleans heading toward the French Quarter. She was anxious to check out the new Goth club that opened just on the outskirts. As she walked, she had the feeling she was being watched but when she looked around there was no one there. Her senses were always heightened so she wondered if the night was playing tricks on her.

  As she got to the door of the Eternal Darkness, the door opened up and a couple walked out into the night air. Industrial music flooded the street as they exited. The girl almost ran right into Kat and the guy just stood there staring. Kat found this really amusing though she understood why he had this reaction. She was dressed in a beautiful red and lace corset that made her breasts look like they were struggling to be released. Her black, pencil skirt hugged her curves tight. She finished the look with spike heeled boots. Kat's long, wavy red hair flowed over her white skin and made a striking contrast. She looked at the guy and slowly licked her lips while thinking that was way too easy.

  If looks could kill, the girl would have killed her dead. Kat just gave her a smile. She was used to this response from girls. The girl started to walk off but stopped when she realized her boyfriend was not following her. Finally, she yelled at him and it snapped him out of his trance. He turned one last time and Kat blew him a kiss then stepped into the bar. She laughed as she saw the guy stumble and the girl hit him. She thought he would be too easy. She was in the mood for a hunt tonight.

  The bar was relatively dark, lit only with red lights. Kat walked to the bar and ordered a drink from bartender. She had no intention of drinking it but she wanted to look like she belonged there. It was very important to blend in. So she grabbed the drink, turned around to face the dance floor. She toyed with the glass, twirling the ice in it, hearing it clink against the sides. She did this as she looked around the dance floor.

  Not finding exactly what she wanted just yet, Kat placed her still full drink back on the bar. Then switched it quickly with the empty glass of the guy beside her. He was tipsy and wouldn't notice what she did. Her hips swayed to the music as she walked out on the dance floor. The music seemed to go through her taking her away to another place and time. She was doing a seductive dance when a Frat boy approached her. He moved up behind her and pressed his body to hers.

  Most women would have turned around and slapped him for being so forward, but not Kat, this is what she wanted. She hadn’t found anyone that seemed intriguing so she figured that she would settle for a college guy. She continued dancing with him. Her body moving with his, getting him more and more excited. She could feel his hardness pressing up against her. Turning around to face him, she continued the dance. She could swear she heard him moan a little. After dancing like this for a couple of songs, the guy leaned in and yelled over the music asking her if she wanted a drink. She shook her head and said, “No thanks, however, I'd like to go somewhere private.”

  Immediately he started to lead her away from the dance floor and towards the door. He couldn’t get out of the bar fast enough. She grinned as she walked with him, Kat thought this might not be much of a challenge but she was getting hungrier and didn't feel like waiting anymore. They walked in silence to his car. He was a gentleman and opened the door for her, watched as she got in, then ran around to his side and hopped into the driver’s seat. He looked directly into Kat’s eyes and asked where she wanted to go. Kat told him that he should go down about three blocks and then take a left and pull into the first alley way he came to. The guy nodded and then followed her instructions.

  When he parked the car she turned to him and gave him a kiss on the lips. He looked a little shocked but definitely not turned off by her aggressiveness. He grabbed her and pulled her close and started kissing her harder. He was a little clumsy, probably because he had a few drinks at the club.

  When they broke the kiss he sounded almost out of breath, “You are the sexiest freak I've ever met.”

  “You have no idea what a freak I really am.” The words came out almost as a purr.

  Kat didn't want him talking so she started kissing him again. She was surprised he was kissing her so passionately. He either didn't notice her lips were cold or he was too excited at the thought he might get laid to care. It didn’t bother her because she would get what she wanted, in the end.

  The guy started running his fingers over the tops of her breasts. She faked a moan. This was not about sex for her but she knew she had to make sure he didn't know that just yet. She would let him get a little farther just to make sure. Keeping his interest was essential.

  Kat's hand moved down to his jeans and she ran her fingers over his zipper. His hardness was straining against his pants. She rubbed on it a bit until he was moaning some. He asked her, “Don’t you want to know my name?” Kat answered, “No not really.”

  She moved from kissing his lips to kissing his neck. As her lips touched his neck, she could feel the blood moving through the large vein there. She could smell it and wanted to taste it. Kat unzipped his pants and slipped her hand around his hardness. He gasped and then her fangs came out. Piercing his skin and sinking them into him inch by inch. The rush of blood hitting her tongue was pure ecstasy. She swallowed down as she released her grip on him. Just before his blood became dangerously low, she pulled her fangs gently from him and licked his wounds closed.

  He lay there slumped in his seat in a daze. Kat looked in his eyes and started speaking slow and softly,

/>   “You will not remember what happened. You remember going to the bar and having quite a few drinks. You'll remember waking up and thinking that you must have passed out from having one too many. You will not remember me or anything I did to you. Do you understand?”

  The guy mumbled, “Yes.” Kat got out of the car and straightened out her skirt then started walking towards Jackson Square. She felt like people watching. Things had changed so much over the centuries. She turned quickly, she had the feeling she was being watched again. Her senses were acute since she wasn't hungry anymore. She looked around in the dark but did not see anything out of the ordinary. She listened, but all she could hear where the sounds of the night. She decided she would keep her guard up the rest of the night.

  CHAPTER 2

  Kat sat on a bench and looked across at the St. Louis Cathedral. It was even majestic at night time. It rose high in the sky. Her mind wandered to the time when she first came to New Orleans. She was called Kathleen then, it was 1832 and many Irish were coming over from Ireland to start a new life. Kat remembered traveling by boat for months with her husband. It was a bad trip. It was crowded and they feared that they would run out of food before making it to America. Several people became sick and Kat worried that she, or her husband, would be one of them. Some didn't even survive the voyage. It was the worst time of her life.

  When they finally stepped off the boat in the Port of New Orleans they were ecstatic. It was a new life, a new start in a new country. They didn't realize how difficult life would be. It was not what they had hoped for. They lived in a small, run down, little shot gun house. Kat did her best to make their place a home. They lived in a neighborhood with several other Irish families. Even though it was just the two of them, it seemed they were surrounded by family. The older Irish women looked after her and made sure Kat and her husband were well taken care of.