Ghost Wolf: Paranormal Shifter Romance (ComeShift Series Book 1)

by Sky Winters

  “He was wrong, you know.”

  “Of course he was, darlin’.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  They gazed into each other’s eyes and then kissed.

  Vicky’s place was a wreck. The pictures on the walls were all crooked if they hadn’t been knocked off and there was broken porcelain, smashed glass, and ripped up artwork everywhere. “Well, one thing’s for sure,” she said with a sigh. “I can’t stay here. I guess art class is over, too.”

  Amos looked at her, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry we destroyed your apartment.”

  Ray attempted to straighten one of the pictures, but it crashed down to the floor and shattered instead. He grimaced. “Sorry.”

  She just laughed.

  The three biker bears worked to salvage as much as they could while Vicky and Amos packed everything up into boxes. “If you want, you could keep going to your class, just from a different home.”

  “I’m not going to be able to afford it. Once the landlord finds out about this…”

  He shook his head. “They won’t. We’ll fix it.”

  “But what if I want to live with you on the bayou now, instead?”

  The three bears looked at her and then looked at each other.

  “We should go,” Buzz said.

  “Yeah,” Jean-Claude added. “We shouldn’t disturb you.”

  Amos suddenly looked over at them. “Boys,” he said. “Bring these boxes to La Grande Grotte.”

  When Jean-Claude spoke French, it sounded creole which was cool. But when Amos spoke French, it sounded as though he was well-cultured and had trained in it for many years. Vicky had ended up catching herself an aristocratic bear.

  “You got it,” Ray replied. They took the packed boxes and carried them out of Vicky’s apartment.

  She eyed him curiously. “La Grande Grotte?” she asked him.

  “Yes,” Amos said. “It means—”

  “I know what it means,” she said, laughing. “The Large Cave. But what is that?”

  He waggled his dark eyebrows at her. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

  “Right,” Vicky said. Now that the others were gone, it was just the two of them, alone in her semi-demolished apartment. “I’m going to take a shower. You coming?”

  Amos grinned and started taking off his clothes at once. He practically chased her into the shower.

  As she bent over to turn the water on, he pressed up against her and she let out a gasp as his grande cock entered her. Vicky held onto the wall as the warm water splashed against them and he thrust himself in and out of her. The water made her extra slick against him.

  He grabbed the soap and lathered her up, making love to her from behind, and kissing her back and shoulders and face. “I love you,” he said.

  When he pulled out, she turned to face him and he held her in his arms, inserting himself again. She bounced against him there. “Oh oh oh!!” she yelled. If they kept this up, they were going to do more damage to the apartment.

  The warm water made it harder for him to hold off, and he came inside her within a few blissful moments. They finished cleaning each other and then stepped out of the shower, wrapping her pink and green towels around themselves.

  With all of her stuff packed up in boxes that had been taken off to who knew where, Vicky did not have a reason to stay in her building. “I guess I need to end my lease, and my art classes,” she said sadly.

  Amos shook his head. “Yeah, end your lease but don’t give up on your classes. I’ll pay for them if need be.”

  “Can you pay for the rest of rent I’ll have to pay?” she asked, laughing slightly bitterly. “My class is at least mostly paid for with a scholarship.”

  “I can do that, too,” he said, leaning towards her and kissing her chin. “C’mon now. Let me take you to your new home.”

  They got back on his motorcycle and he drove them back in the direction of the bayou. They did not go to the same bayou however. When he’d finally parked the bike in a new bayou, Amos smiled at her. “Welcome to your new home. This is Bayou Segnette.”

  Vicky looked around, smiling. “It’s about as hot as I suppose one might expect,” she said. He led her by the hand up to a large cabin. It appeared to be much more spacious than the other one. “Does this one have a shower?” she asked, squinting up at him as the sunlight blinked through the trees at them.

  Amos chuckled. “Just go inside and see.”

  They walked in together, hand-in-hand.

  The cabin was definitely bigger. This one had an actual living room, a larger kitchen, a bedroom and – best of all! – a bathroom with a shower and tub!

  “Now, it’s not exactly meant for a large family, but I figure it’s a start?” Amos said.

  Vicky leapt into his arms, kissing him. “I love it!” she cried. “I love you!”

  EPILOGUE

  After everything that had happened to Vicky, she was not going to continue working at Zydeco. She hadn’t disliked the place, but it was not the safest place for her to be. Not only that, but the heat exhaustion and second-hand smoke were liable to kill both her and the baby if she stayed.

  Instead, safe with her biker bear, she focused on her artwork and taking better care of herself. It turned out that Amos was a bouncer at one of the local dance clubs; he made enough money to support them until she became a successful famous artist.

  Her pregnancy did not last as long as a normal pregnancy. That was because, as Amos explained to her, “Werebears do not live by human rules.”

  Four months after they moved in together at La Grande Grotte, Vicky gave birth at home to a healthy baby boy. They named him Sylas. “Sylas Steele” just sounded like an awesome name to Vicky, and Amos was not going to argue with that.

  The time spent away from Zydeco did wonders for her work. Vicky still went to classes every so often, but she was devoted to her baby and did not want to leave him at home. It didn’t seem to matter if she was still taking the class or not. She continued to improve and explore new techniques that she incorporated into her pieces.

  One morning, Vicky sat outside on the cabin’s back deck right over the bayou. The baby was in a rocking cradle right beside her, staring up at her canvas as she attempted an oil painting. As she watched the familiar sunrise over the water, she did her best to let the colors of the water and the trees and the sky inspire her.

  “Who is this?” she asked little Sylas, cooing down at the little boy as he looked up at her, smiling and eager to know what the hell was going on. She’d felt like that pretty recently. She had a lot in common with their baby already.

  And he had a lot in common with his daddy.

  “This is Daddy,” Vicky said excitedly, pointing her thumb towards her portrait of Bear Amos. He was done up in blues and yellows, but it was him all right. “This is your daddy.”

  “Oh, that needs to go up on the wall,” Amos’s voice said behind her.

  She turned and smiled at him. He came up to her and they kissed. Vicky brought her hands up to his face and accidentally got blue paint all over him.

  Well, maybe it was an accident.

  Maybe she was simply imprinting on him.

  The End.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Sky Winters is drawn to writing paranormal fairy tales with bad-ass shapeshifters. She likes her heroes and heroines to be the unexpected ones, and their passion to be steamy! She writes these sizzl'n and surreal tales for you, late at night, when the wolves are howling from her Northwestern home.

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