by Sky Winters
James continued creeping along the corridors, listening intently, with his muscular neck craned. They made it safely to the staircase, one that wound in a slow circle up to the next level. She nearly ran into him when he slowed to a stop. The nearness of his body quickened her heartbeat. She was sure he would hear it, but instead he turned to her and grinned.
“I smell fresh air. You did well, lass. Let's get out of here.”
Sadie couldn't smell anything but the fuel of the torches and the musky stones, but she trusted his rugged senses. It felt good to make him proud, and she smiled privately to herself as he turned back to the stairs ahead of him. They walked carefully up toward the closet, listening intently for any sound of movement.
When they reached the top of the staircase, the sound of voices echoed toward them. Suddenly, Sadie was weightless as James picked her up in his strong arms and ducked into the room that she remembered being a closet. He held her protectively close to his chest, curling himself so that he was in front of her with his eyes fixed on the door, ready and alert.
Being so close to him that she could practically feel his heartbeat made her nervous. She peered up at him, the chiseled features of his face, his eyes, narrow but beautiful. His mouth was full, for a man's, and he didn't have the same steroid-buff look of the men she saw at the gym. Rather, he was solid, almost meaty, as if he had earned every muscle in his body. She had never thought that the muscular look was particularly attractive, hence her ex-husband, but now that she was pinned in James' strong arms, forbidden curiosities of what else he might be capable of playing on her mind, she had a sudden change of heart.
He seemed to sense the shift in her energy and glanced down at her, a soft smile spreading on his lips, barely there before it was gone, and he was back to listening to the voices of the men as they neared, ultimately passing the closet and heading down the staircase. They were telling crude jokes about women, and she recognized one of the voices as the guard she had been ordered to seduce. When they were about halfway down the stairs, out of sight but not out of earshot, James lifted her again, apparently not trusting her to keep silent, and carried her out the open door of the castle. They were free.
Chapter 7
James ran swiftly with her in his arms. There was no way she would have been able to keep up with him. It was thrilling to be pressed into his chest as they ran, but she imagined she would have different feelings about it if it were any other man. Somehow though, she trusted him with her life, and they were running through the trees now.
Wait, trees? Last she remembered, there were no trees, just a huge grassy yard and a large parking lot. Since when was the castle surrounded by foliage? She didn't have time to pursue the thought before a sudden commotion met their ears. The guards had discovered their empty cell, and now they were on the rampage. The whole castle seemed suddenly alive with activity, and she heard the galloping of hooves as men mounted their horses after the fugitives.
What had seemed to be a romantic dream suddenly turned into a nightmare as James and Sadie were surrounded by a huge group of men. James couldn’t outrun the horses, not when they were being whipped and kicked. He stopped, setting Sadie down and pushing her gently behind his broad back.
“Well, now, looks like we've got company!” he said to her cheerfully. She was frightened, but his effort to keep her feeling calm made her feel a little bit better.
“Stuff your face!” the guard that Sadie had manipulated shouted. He was the most embarrassed and angry of all of them. The rest of them just looked predatory, excited for the hunt. “You have violated Lord Lachlan's orders, and for that you—” he leered at Sadie, “the both of you—must pay the price.”
“Lord Lachlan wants them brought back alive, so he can finish them himself,” one of the guards said dutifully.
“Well, Lord Lachlan should have put his knickers on and come to join us for the hunt then,” the angry guard shouted. “Do your best to follow orders but show no mercy! The little wench is a Highlander lover; it's why she's down there in the first place. Don't you think Lord Lachlan figured that out?”
With that, the troops began to advance upon Sadie and James. An involuntary gasp of fright escaped her lips and she clenched James’ back. But he wasn't James anymore. She was surprised when her fingers gripped a handful of fur. She looked up in confusion as the man in front of her grew taller and taller still, until he towered above the group of men. The blood drained from her face as she realized that James had shape shifted into a huge black bear. He unleashed a mighty, earth-shattering roar, and she fell back onto the ground in shock. The roar spooked the horses, and they took off running. Many of the men were thrown from their steeds, while others hopped off just in time. Some were trapped on their horses as they bolted through the dark forest, cursing at their mounts but clinging for dear life.
They were left facing off with seven men, all of them panting in anticipation of the battle before them. Sadie's heart thudded in her ears as James, or the bear, rather, lunged into the group of men. He gave a swipe of his large paw, disarming most of them of their swords. Those left defenseless either scrambled to retrieve their swords or ran into the dark forest, back toward the castle. If they stayed on the frontlines, it was to their detriment. James showed no mercy and pounced at them, sinking his teeth into one as he batted still another with his fierce paw, craning his neck quickly to tear into another man who fumbled with his weapon.
There were three dead and bloodied on the ground, and two still standing. James stared them in the eye, giving another no-nonsense growl. It chilled Sadie – she had never seen anything like this before. Now she knew it had to be a dream; there was nothing left of reality in this situation. Nobody was joking with her. All of this was either real, or at least real inside her own head. The angry guard was still there, glaring at her from behind James. James crouched in front of her protectively, his hackles raised.
The resentful guard lifted his sword and charged. Sadie was sure James would dodge it, but he let out a growl as the little blade pierced his flesh. He smacked the guard hard, and he went flying over the treetops. James glared into the eyes of the one man left standing. Sadie could tell the guard was frightened, and his hands shook as he held up the sword. He significantly lacked power without the others to back him up.
“You should go before he kills you,” Sadie whispered as loudly as she could. It was difficult to get any words out; the slaughter she had just witnessed had been seriously gruesome, and she sincerely didn't want to see anybody else get killed. The man's face was white as a sheet, and he glanced at her, a quick flick of the eyes, before dropping his sword and running into the darkness of the forest. James gave a final powerful, victorious roar before his huge body began to shrink back into his human form.
He looked at her with a cheerful glint in his eye, and she realized, with some embarrassment, that he was completely naked. His kilt had fallen off during the transformation, and she averted her eyes, but she had already seen him in full, his body a ridiculously flawless sculpture of what bodies were meant to look like in their perfection.
“That was close,” he said, pursing his lips. “It's time we get a move on. They'll be back, no doubt. Lachlan's furious with you, lass; there will be a search party.”
James slipped his kilt back on with a taunting casualness and led the way through the darkened forest.
Chapter 8
“Unfortunately, we're a long way from home,” James said.
“You're telling me,” Sadie said with a sigh.
James laughed. “So, you just put that necklace on and appeared here out of nowhere?” he asked, gathering dried wood to build a campfire with. He had lifted her again and galloped as quickly as he could to the west, to an area where he felt safe enough to make camp and allow Sadie to rest.
“That's right,” she said with a sigh. “There is nothing I can think of to explain why this is happening.”
“Maybe you were just meant to help me get out
of there,” he said with a wink.
“I doubt that,” she said with a laugh, though she was secretly wondering the same thing herself. She watched him dab the small wound left on his arm by the man's sword and was sucked into the unpleasant memories of the battle between man and bear.
“So... what happened back there?” she asked reluctantly. The images would surely haunt her forever.
He had treated his transformation like it was an obvious fact of life, one that she should shake off as if he had simply changed clothes. But Sadie had never seen anybody shapeshift before, and it brought to mind the painting she had seen in the castle, where the bears were surrounded by a group of men, dressed exactly like the guards they had just escaped from.
“What do you mean?” he asked, dumping his armful of firewood into a pile. He set to work starting a fire, something she had seen her ex-husband struggle with and fail at many times before. She had learned to do it herself, because she was tired of his impromptu camping trips and waiting a curse-filled three hours for crispy hot dogs.
“I mean I've never seen anybody turn into an animal before, is what I mean!” she said, a little too loudly. She was disturbed by everything that had happened that night and felt the need to protect herself from all the overwhelming experiences. There was no way she could explain these things to herself.
“Oh, that... Well, why do you think Lord Lachlan hates us so much?” James asked, plopping down onto the ground.
“I don't know; he feels threatened by your way of life? Thinks it's bad for business?”
James laughed heartily. “Something like that. He's a scared little man, full of anger and fear. He doesn't understand us, and he doesn't like it. Knows we could kill him in a heartbeat. But he gets off on picking us off one by one, with unfair numbers, so he can feel powerful.”
“Right, but how do you change into bears? Do you all do that?”
“All Highlanders?”
“I guess so.”
“Just my clan, as far as I know. But he doesn't know that.”
“So he tries to kill you all because he thinks all Highlanders can shift into bears?”
“He doesn't like our song, or our dance, or our ways. Especially not the bear ways. It wouldn't matter if the others weren't bears. He is a small man who wants to feel big and will plow big people down to do so. We rebel against the rules he sets to try to feel in control of his little world, and many of us pay the price.”
“I see...”
This little history lesson was taxing on Sadie. After everything else she had gone through that day, it made her head swim. She suddenly felt exhausted, as if she could curl up on a rock and sleep as soundly as if it were a feather bed.
“I promised I would try to help you figure things out,” James said after a long silence. The fire crackled between them and she looked up at him.
“How do you plan to do that?” she asked.
“In my clan, there are wise people, a council we could talk to about your situation. Maybe they would be able to shed some light on how you got here. If nothing else, we would protect you from Lord Lachlan. No harm would fall on you with us, I would see to it personally.”
He said the last part seriously, the charming humor in his eyes completely gone. “If you don't mind living in a rebel camp, we would do our best to help you.”
“That depends,” Sadie said. “Will they turn to bears and eat me if they don't like me?”
James laughed, the sparkle back in his clear eyes. “Perhaps, but it's doubtful. I'd keep you safe.”
Her mind drifted to the way his strong body had cradled hers, and how she had never felt safer in her life than she did pressed against James' broad chest. She gave a small nod, and he returned it. Both of them smiled privately, and suddenly, she wanted him as close to her as possible.
“Come here,” she said softly.
“Why?” he asked with a grin, not budging.
“I want to check the wound on your arm.”
He obliged and walked over to her, his muscular body moving languidly. Her eyes were fixed on his perfect abs despite herself, and she gripped his arm tenderly to examine the cut.
“It's not too deep, that's good.”
“We Highlanders fight hard and heal fast,” he said with a laugh. “You'll soon find that out for yourself.”
“I think I already have.”
He grinned down at her, and Sadie did something she so rarely had the confidence to do throughout her life; she made the first move.
Her soft lips were suddenly tasting the fullness of James', and she squealed in delight as he kissed her back, gripping her by the waist and lifting her until she was sitting on top of him. She ran her tongue against his and was startled by the unexpected desire that hijacked her, bringing a flush to her cheeks.
“Maybe we shouldn't—” he said, suddenly pulling away.
But no, it was too late for both of them. She could feel the powerful rod testifying to his desire, and she held him firmly, letting their lips linger together. He bit her lip gently with a playful little growl and buried his head in her neck. The contrast of his gentle, warm kisses and the rough stubble on his cheek brought a moan to her lips. That was all the encouragement he needed, and before she could stop him—not that she wanted to—he had stripped her and thrust his hard cock inside of her, as powerfully as thunder. They cried out simultaneously, and she closed her eyes as he had his way with her, using all of his strength to his advantage, moving her easily however he wanted her, holding her up and allowing her to feel completely helpless in his arms. His strong hands grabbed on to her breasts, squeezing them and flicking her nipples. She surrendered to her own pleasure in a way she never had before.
She closed her eyes as her bliss overpowered her, and she let out a low moan as her body began to quake under his. She gripped his hair tightly, and he hissed in pleasure as her climax contracted around his rod and made it impossible to avoid a climax of his own. She cried out loudly as he unleashed a hot explosion inside of her, enhancing her orgasm and leaving them both panting in disbelief of how unbelievably good the sex had just been.
Sadie yawned loudly, and James gathered her up into his muscular arms.
“Rest, sweet lass. I'll see you in the light of the morn.”
With that, Sadie fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Chapter 9
Sadie was wakened bright and early by a gentle nudge on her shoulder.
“Wake up, lass,” James whispered. His voice sounded worried, and he was no longer holding her. He seemed to be keeping his distance, and suddenly, the night before came in a powerful memory that left her embarrassed.
When her eyes fluttered open, she swallowed hard. James was peering down at her, his handsome face creased with concern. He gave her a gentle smile and moved away, leaving her body cold and her heart aching with an inexplicable loneliness.
“We have to get a move on; the guards will surely be after us. If any of them were smart, they would have been tracking us through the night. We must find a way to get them off our trail. If I shift into a bear, do you think you would be able to hold on while I run? We can outdistance their horses that way.”
“You want me to ride you?” she asked, the sudden sexual implication of her words hitting her with an embarrassing clarity.
“If you can handle it,” he said with a grin. She couldn't tell if the past made him naively oblivious of the innuendo, or if he was just that confident. Either way, it did nothing to take her mind from the raw attraction she felt toward him.
“I guess if there's no other choice,” she said with a small laugh.
“Afraid not. Not to offend you, but you're not very fast, even by human standards. Not that it's a problem, you know, if we were settled in a camp somewhere safe, but since we're kind of on the run now, lass, you don't want to be lagging behind. You never know who might pop out of the bushes. So don't wander off, all right?”
“All right,” she agreed.
Sh
e didn't think it was a point he needed to stress very much. She was terrified of this unfamiliar world, and the men who had locked her up and were now pursuing her. There had to be a way back, and if this man could help her find it, she would stick with him.
“Are you ready?” he asked. “When we get far enough away, I can catch you some breakfast.”
“I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be.”
“You have an interesting dialect, lass,” he said. “Mind grabbing my kilt when the transformation is over? It's a favorite. Besides, you don't want to be stuck with me running around as nude as a babe, do you?”
She wasn't so sure she wouldn't, but she just laughed and shook her head because that answer was easier. She promised to pick up his kilt, and he straightened himself up, looking toward the sun. A strong wind rustled the leaves around them, and suddenly, instead of James, the large black bear from the night before stood before her.