Greyriver Shifters

by Kristina Weaver

  Bear starts thrusting and grunting, his hips hammering into mine, as I climax and keep coming violently in one endless current of body convulsing bliss.

  I hear the wet slap of skin, the sound of his cock tunneling into my over-wet sex and the growling snarls that leave his mouth with every pounding stroke.

  I feel him, so deep I marvel that he isn’t hurting me and so profoundly I feel tears leak from my eyes as satiated pleasure and completion continue to pour through me.

  Right here and now, despite everything I’ve felt and been through, I love Bear Silverton so much I can’t contain the joy that fills me, as he completes our bond and stamps his claim.

  Chapter Twelve

  Bear

  The heat is soul-shatteringly good as my body continues to work itself into her with thrusts that I know I should tame but can’t quite get a grip on.

  I feel all that heat and moisture, the arousal coating my cock with every harsh drag out before my hips piston back in, sending me ever deeper into liquid heaven.

  Somewhere—deep down—I know this is wrong, but I can’t stop. Oh God, I will die if I stop and don’t finish this right now. The more I feel, the more I crave this, needing to breed and fuck and come so deep inside this female not one drop of me leaves her womb.

  Distantly, I know that I am not in control, that my wolf has slipped his leash and acted on an instinct I have been denying for months. I don’t care though. Not when the feel of her sweet sheath is caressing me and clenching around my shaft like silken lava, and not when I go deep, popping through a tight ring that makes me see stars when it sucks at the head of my dick.

  This is imperative, primal, and so good my balls go tight and full, and nothing, not even the threat of death, could pull me away when I feel Mika shudder again, her sex sucking and milking at me as more moisture pours forth.

  I’ve been shooting off fluid since my cock touched her opening, my seminal fluid containing an essence that brings pleasure even while it prepares her to take my thick girth.

  It keeps going, filling her, preparing her the deeper I go, opening her body so that my seed will go where it has to and do its job.

  Breed. Breed her and fill her body with your seed.

  I hear the snarl and speed up, my movements brutal and feral as I lean down to taste the flesh of her neck, my wolf growling approvingly when she submits instinctively, turning her head in offering.

  Just one bite, I think as my climax gets closer and the seed starts pulsing up my shaft. One bite to claim, one injection of my essence into her and my seed will take deep within.

  I’m coming even as I rear back, sense intruding on my stupor.

  I need to pull out and roll away. No way will I bite Mika, not and risk impregnating her, not—

  But I can’t pull out, no matter how sickened I am by what I almost did because I’m coming, the seed I would have planted deep inside her to breed her shooting forth in long thick streams of hot pleasure that have me shouting out and pumping deeper, the crown of my cock once again breaching her cervix as I shoot hard and deep.

  The feeling is indescribable and so intense I almost black out from the pleasure when my balls release another shot of cum. The pleasure, oh God!

  The bliss as I come deep inside a tight body for the first time in months since Hannah refused me.

  I can hardly keep myself up as the last few drops leak forth and leave me spent, gasping as I fall into Mika, my chest heaving with every breath while I try to center myself and regain my strength.

  It’s while I’m trying to think that lips trail over my cheek in soft, loving whispers, her sigh of contentment and satisfaction bringing home what I just did. The knowledge slams into me so hard I pull away, grunting when my still-hard dick pulls free of her sex with a slurp that has my eyes winging down to that pink place between her legs.

  She’s wet and swollen but what stops me in my tracks is the traces of pink that coat her thighs. Looking down at myself, it dawns on me, horrifies me, when I see the same on my own flesh, the little flecks of pink spattered through our combined juices making me blink and doubt my own sight.

  Oh fuck.

  “Bear?”

  I swallow, grabbing up my clothes at the sound of her hesitant voice, the uncertainty in her eyes forcing me to turn away, as I pull my own clothes on and wait for her to do the same before turning around. I’m in complete control by the time I do that only to see Mika struggling with her sweater where I ripped it in my need to get it off.

  Shame hits me when she sniffles, her eyes downcast while she pulls at her sweater, trying to cover her breasts. I have to glance away when my dick hardens further; the sight of her abundant breasts topped with smooth, pink nipples making me groan and feel even worse.

  “That was a mistake. That’s what you’re going to say, isn’t it?” she asks quietly, her voice trembling when she looks up to see my eyes focused on her with regret.

  This was a mistake, even if it was the best sex I have ever experienced in my life. Even if I want her so much right now it hurts not to touch her. Even if I know deep within myself that I can’t marry Hannah after this.

  God, she doesn’t deserve this, I think, as I take in the hurt in Mika’s eyes and the knowledge that I have once again lost control and hurt her. She deserves a male who will cherish her and give her love, something I don’t think I am even capable of anymore.

  The time I spent away from Hannah, before she came back demanding a commitment and letting me know that we won’t sleep together until that happens, has made me think, and while I can’t deny that I love Hannah, it’s by no means the love I once thought it was.

  We’re compatible, and we get along, and more importantly, I don’t feel crazy with jealousy over her. It’s an arrangement that has worked well and would have continued to work if not for this happening with Mika.

  I can’t marry Hannah, not knowing that I will forever compare her to this one, awe-inspiring moment, but neither can I stand here and commit myself to this woman just because my wolf feels like it’s come home.

  Not yet. I need to think.

  “This shouldn’t have happened, Meek. Fuck! I didn’t want to hurt you,” I say sadly, hating the rueful smile that curves her mouth.

  “Go Bear. Leave,” she says tiredly, her shoulders slumping as if she’s lost the will to stand tall.

  “Meek.”

  “Go. I don’t want to stand here dissecting things and have to hear you tell me how sorry you are. That you lost control. None of it. It happened, it’s done, and trust me, I am not happy about this either, so you can stop with the guilt and just leave me alone. I don’t want to see you, talk to you, or know you. You’ve taken enough.”

  “I can’t just walk away! You were a virgin!” I snarl, my wolf growling his joy in a show of carnal approval.

  Mika shrugs, as if that means nothing, and walks to the door with her eyes dry and devoid of feeling. She pulls it open, her eyes avoiding mine and shakes her head.

  “Leave.”

  “Mika—”

  “I don’t want you! I don’t want you here, trying to make me feel like shit while you pretend to care. We’re not friends; we’re not anything to each other; and sex that you regret won’t magically change anything. You don’t want me—”

  “Not want you!” I yell, stalking over to grab her arms and shake her. “My fucking cock is so hard for you it hurts, and I can still smell you so badly my wolf is going nuts. I want to pin you on your hands and knees and fuck you until my balls are dry and I have nothing left to give you!” I yell, shaking her again because if I don’t I’ll kiss her and do just that.

  “Biology is a bitch,” she says, laughing derisively.

  “I care about you, Mika. I—”

  Want you, I finish silently, swallowing when I admit it to myself and the knowledge sinks in. I want Mika so badly it’s killing me to stand here and not take her.

  It would be so easy to do just that and say screw it all. I could hav
e her in my bed, in my home, her belly filled and swollen with my seed in a claim that no other male will ever mistake.

  And yet I can’t, because right now, as my mind shifts and things become clear I know that I have a lot of work to do before I can think about coming for my mate. I have to break things off with Hannah, talk to my parents, and somehow show Mika that I need her and want her in a way that will make up for everything I’ve done.

  Jesus, I have been a fool, I think, hating myself enough that I have to stop touching her because I don’t deserve to. Not before I make things right.

  “Well, I don’t care about you! Not anymore. You should have kissed me and held me and made me feel like I matter, but I know you Bear Silverton, and I hate that the first thing you thought about after being with me is that…woman!” she spits, her eyes filled with loathing.

  I wince, guilt eating at me, while Mika’s eyes narrow and anger replaces the accusation she’s thrown at me. Yeah, I won’t…can’t lie to her. I did think about Hannah, but only because I know that I didn’t just wrong one female with what I did, I wronged two.

  And the truth is that in that equation I had to fight with myself not to just consider Mika’s feelings. Hannah may not be a favorite around town, but she’s been my friend for years and my lover and she deserves more than to be tossed away without thought just because I finally pulled my head out of my ass and admitted that I want Mika.

  Fuck.

  “Get out!”

  “Lenia, you don’t understand—” I start, cringing when she sniffles again and her lip wobbles.

  I’m about to take her in my arms and hold her, do something to stop the hurt I know I’ve caused, when I hear a growl and turn straight into Logan’s fist. I’m a strong male, but even I can’t avoid lights out when this guy loses his shit.

  # # # #

  Meek

  “Logan, I don’t want to talk about this!” I say for the tenth time, as I take another batch of pies from the oven and slide in the cake tins I prepared while waiting for them to bake.

  “Meek, be reasonable! I just decked my best friend and had my Alpha on my doorstep to collect his unconscious body. I smell Bear all over you, no matter how much you try to wash him off, and you’re so mad you brought on a storm with your temper,” he says, making me frown and glare out the kitchen windows where a storm is indeed raging outside.

  Yeah, so apparently I have this ability to mess with the weather when I’m angry. Great, one more thing about me that’s awful, I think, slamming the oven mitts I am using onto the counter and falling against it with a sigh.

  I have been steaming since Logan and Nick argued and Nick carted his son away. My mind was in so much turmoil I ignored Logan completely, grabbed my purse, and drove to the grocery store in two minutes flat.

  Without asking to borrow the truck!

  I shopped so hard and angry even Noel, the store owner who usually makes cutting remarks to me kept her yap shut, but then again, that fucking storm started brewing before I left the house and followed me like a damn stray dog.

  Everywhere I am not is sunny and mild this lovely autumn day—while anywhere I am is caught in a tempest of cracking thunder, rain, and lighting.

  “I didn’t do this! He did. I was here, minding my own business and talking to Bess when he got here, and you know what, Logan, he started it! He argued with me about living with you and inappropriate behavior, as if he has any room to talk about what’s right, and then he kissed me. He kissed me. And then all of a sudden it was a mistake,” I say, getting madder because it was not.

  How could something so beautiful and pleasurable have been wrong? I think, recalling the way I came and came and came as soon as he was in me, as if my body recognized his and finally broke free of the shackles of denial.

  Sure, yeah, I wasn’t exactly in control of myself, and admittedly if I had even a tiny bit of thought left I would have had a glimmer of doubt about going forward with it, but I didn’t, and anyway, it was so perfect.

  I haven’t ever felt anything like that—ever. It was wild and right, and I want more, dammit, a fact that is pissing me off because I shouldn’t want to have sex with that man again. Even if he is mine.

  That’s all I keep thinking even with the anger and accusations running through my head. He’s mine.

  “Ooookay. So you kissed and then, ahem, other stuff, and he told you it was a mistake. Meek, to be fair to Bear here, I have to agree. Even if he does belong to you, with you, he’s still engaged,” he points out reasonably.

  I so do not need that right now, not when I feel awful about it. Yeah, I hate Hannah, and I hope she gets fleas in her crotch area—I mean she’s a mutt, it’s possible—but I am no cheat, and what I did with Bear is definitely cheating.

  The sky splits savagely, as I have that thought, and I look over to see Logan peering out at the storm with a worried expression on his face.

  “You seriously need to calm down, sweetness. I don’t know what is up with you and these storms—”

  “Prissy says I’m part elemental or something. Apparently, it’s common in the Silverton clan or whatever. I wasn’t listening all that well since I never believed her before,” I admit, shrugging when he blinks.

  “Shit. Mika, no offense, babe, but you have got to stop this before you destroy our house. And the town.”

  I huff, sliding the hot pies onto a cooling rack and falling into a chair at the table with a sigh. It takes me a few long, very determined minutes to calm down to the point that the wind dies down and only soft splatters of rain hit the windows. I’m at the absolute end of my limit because no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking—and that annoys me a lot.

  Brain scrub.

  I need to convince someone to try that on me again, I think ruefully, wondering if this time I’ll actually have any brain left.

  “Okay, good. Now that we won’t all die in a flood because you’re angry, tell me what happened after he said—”

  “I told him to leave, but he wouldn’t, and then I was hurt, and I told him I don’t want him here, and then he was arguing with me, and then you got here, but we didn’t know, and you punched him,” I say, giggling at the memory of Bear’s eyes rolling back when Logan’s fist hit his face.

  That pleasure was short-lived, and I can only enjoy it a little because I start feeling awful and some stupid part of me hates the thought of Bear being hurt. It would serve him right if I really did hate him though, I think morosely, scowling when my insides roll and churn.

  God, Logan is really strong, and he hit Bear so hard and—

  “Stop thinking about whatever you’re thinking! You’re stirring up the storm again. Christ Meek, how did you go two months without tearing this place apart?” he asks, eyeing me with a hesitation that makes me giggle.

  “Me and Jules drank a lot of wine together. It calmed me. And sometimes if I waited before taking blood it would get really weak and just result in strong gusts outside. Don’t worry, I have some control over it, whatever it is. I think. It’s still new,” I confess, watching the wind die down the longer I talk and don’t think too much.

  Logan sighs, seeming to ponder something and then sighs again as he reaches for a chocolate caramel bar that is ready for Bess tomorrow. I made extras though, knowing he’d just eat and sneak as many as he could, so I don’t complain when he devours one and reaches for another.

  “There goes the whole dating cover,” he says ruefully, pouting comically when I snort.

  “We could just deny it.”

  “Nope. His scent is all over you, inside you. No one would believe that I was sleeping with you with Bear’s scent all over you. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted for like a split second,” he whines dramatically.

  “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

  “Of course not, baby, but you’re still weak, and the instinct is strong in you. I get it. What now? Because I can tell you that male is not staying away. I even heard him mumble to Nick that he has to b
reak things off with Hannah.”

  The fact that I relish in her pain makes me feel like a monster, but I don’t have enough guilt to sustain it for longer than it takes for the cakes to come out of the oven.

  “He’s wasting his time,” I say, removing the cakes and resetting the heat for the sweet rolls that are still rising on the counter.

  “Why? Mika, if Bear is ready—”

  “He just feels guilty because he took my innocence. He’ll get over it,” I say breezily, waving a hand in the air to dismiss whatever he’s going to say.

  Logan chokes, coughing when a piece of chocolate goes down the wrong pipe, and sputters as he stares at me in shock.

  “Virgin? You? But, but you’re so hot.”

  I preen, smiling beatifically, and shrug.

  Really, I feel like I have won in some way. It would serve that jackass right to have a taste and always crave me.

  I’d live miserably for the rest of my life—just knowing how unhappy he is, pining for me. Take that asshole!

  No, wait, that sounds wrong and dirty! Take that Bear, you asshole, I think, giggling at my own thoughts and wondering how I can be so peppy suddenly when just moments ago I was pissed. Eh, hormones.

  A thought strikes me just as I’m taking down a mixing bowl to start the frosting, and I stop, my whole body going tense.

  “Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit, Logan! We didn’t use a condom!” I wail, stopping dead in my tracks at the thought of a baby.

  Not that I don’t want one—but not now. I mean, not with Bear.

  “Don’t sweat it, Meek. We can only breed if a Fated bites his mate while he’s, uh, ejaculating. He didn’t bite you so it won’t happen,” he assures, making me relax until a thought hits me.

  “Explain this bite.”

  Logan shrugs, gets a slap for trying to touch a cupcake that is not on the menu for him, and pouts prettily while I frown and tap my toes impatiently.