She mourned a man that never was on her flight back home. He might follow her. She'd have to be careful. A creature like that would have a fierce temper. He knew where she lived, he knew where she was and he even knew her ID numbers. He could find her if he wanted to. She'd have to find a new home.
Chapter 6
The plane ride back home was a grueling journey. It took far too long and she didn't want to be left alone with her thoughts. She could see them lying in the grass every time she thought of his tender eyes. She could see that bear crushing her mother's skull every time she heard his deep voice resounding in her head. She didn't want to think about his despair. She couldn't go back. He'd kill her. He'd do what the bear did to her mother. She couldn't put herself in that situation. She reached down and felt where that bruise had been. She saw his face red with fury. She knew this man would hurt her, no matter how much she loved him.
His eyes were bulging when he yelled, but he showed her. She could tell he didn't want to, but he needed her to know. Why did he show her?? Couldn't have just kept his secret?
They couldn't be together. She couldn't even be in the same room with a bear. Her parents died at the hands of a bear. She couldn't face that, day in and day out. Her life after her parents had died had been terrible. She was thrust into an Orthodox orphanage where she was forced to work the streets for change. They'd told her, those thin lipped nuns, that if she didn't work she would have to leave. If she didn't get enough, she couldn't eat.
They fed her slop there. The oatmeal, now a reminder of her childhood, had been as cruel and tasteless as her life. More than once, men had offered her a warm bed and as soon as she began to blossom, she'd thought of doing it. Everyone does what they can to survive. The years there had made her bitter, but when he walked into her life, she found hope. She thought that things were finally changing for her. A bear had put her in that situation and a bear was ready to crush her skull. She'd been a fool to love him. She needed to be in Siberia where she belonged. She knew this world. She knew what was safe and what was comfortable. She knew what life would hold for her. She would rather die alone than with a bear. No matter how safe she had felt in his warm arms, or with him on top of her, it was just an illusion.
He didn't love her, at least she didn't think he did. He was a good actor. He just wanted to hurt her. That was what shifters did. They were known as tricksters. They could convince anyone the natives had said. They would lure you in and kill you. Some even said that they would wear your skin when they did. He was nothing more than a cruel beast. He'd fooled her before, but he would never fool her again.
She started to close her eyes and drifted off. At least she could find some peace while she was sleeping.
* * * * *
The statue was there. Her long brown hair was flowing, but there was no wind. She was standing in front of the sun which was glowing behind her head. The flowers were moving slowly, turning around and around. Her garland was alive. She stood atop marble steps with tree trunks on either side of her.
“You'll find peace in the forest. You must go to the forest.”
Anya sat upright at the sound of the captain's voice announcing their arrival. It was nice to hear her mother tongue being spoken all around her. She used to love the harsh way English rolled off her tongue, but the softer sounds of her language were a soothing comfort.
There was no comfort in the vision she'd seen. She didn't want to go to the forest, but if she was going to move on from this, she had to see where it happened. For some reason, she felt like if she could go back and conquer her fear, she could get past her lingering feelings for Caleb. They were there, stirring inside of her and she didn't like it. She knew that if they stayed, she would end up back in Portland, in the arms of a monster.
Nobody there really drove much, and most of them didn't have cars. It was too expensive and their money was better spent on the things they needed to survive. Anya, however, did travel to see her parents regularly and she didn't always have time to take the trains. There were no trains where she was going.
In fact, nobody lived where she was going. The tundra was a dangerous place, and the forest in the outskirts was rarely visited. People there huddled in the cities, avoiding the cruel presence of nature as much as they could. The forest was a place where the ice could fall down from the trees and pierce your skull. The wind would bite through your face and freeze your limbs. You would die there if you didn't know what you were doing. Anya did know. She had been taught how to survive. She brought heaters, matches, water and a pack with wood in case she needed to start a fire. She wouldn't travel without thick layers of clothing, and once she was making her way down the icy road, she felt like that tiny child again.
Everything comes full circle in this world. She promised herself that she would never go back there, but there she was, running from a bear, and making her way back to the place where her parents lost their lives. Things would end here. She would see the barbarism fresh in her mind and she would never be able to think about his sweet smile again.
Every car behind her was chasing her there. Every time she saw a man, he was ready to pounce on her and tear her to shreds for its own sick pleasure. She couldn't think of him as a he. He wasn't a man; he was an animal. He was an unnatural creature, and if she didn't get him out of her head, he would find her and kill her. She knew she couldn't go back to him, but she didn't trust herself not to. This last trek in the forest would help her stop thinking about him.
He was still there inside of her like a parasite boring its way through her heart and making her stomach jump every time she thought of his face. She remembered how warm she was, and as much as she hated it, she still wanted to be with him.
Dread was creeping up like a snake. She could feel the woods getting closer. That image of blood and gore was taking over her mind. It here, she thought, as she parked her car. Her parents died just beyond those trees.
She was waddling down the path just as she had when she was a little girl. He was following behind her. She couldn't get away. She could feel him even though he was on another continent. She saw the shadows creeping up on her. The woods were silent. The only sound was her jacket rustling as she made her way.
She could almost see the clearing. It was exactly as she had remembered. It was stained with blood in her mind, no matter how the sunlight shown in the grass. She walked over and reached out to pick a berry. She'd bless it in her own way. This berry would end her love. This place was where it came to die, just like her parents.
She repeated the words, it ends now, in her head over and over as she brought it to her lips, but his face was still there. It was too sweet and when she looked at her fingers, it was stained with blood. She turned around and went to leave when she heard a roar shake the trees. It was coming, that cruel beast. It would kill her and she would die just like her parents.
She was running and so was it. She tripped on a root and her teeth sank into her bottom lip. She turned over and a brown bear was raising its paw. His claws reached down, but the bear was gone in an instant. A black bear had its teeth wrapped around the bears’ skull and when he bit down, its life was gone in an instant. She watched the air ripple. The brown bear was gone, and a man with dirty skin and long brown hair was lying on the ground dead. She looked up at the black bear, who was slowly backing away.
She'd find peace in the forest, the voice had said, but was this peace? Could she live with a monster? Was he a monster?
When his human form began to emerge, she could feel tears running down her face and all of her doubt washed away. It wasn't her love she needed to purge, but her doubt. She ran over to him and Caleb was hugging her as tight as he could.
“How did you find me?”
“I followed you.”
“Who was he?”
“A feral shifter. They are more animal than human. They survive on berries and flesh.”
“People here talk about shifters like they are vicious beasts.”
“Anyone who refuses to respect human life is a beast. I don't do that.”
“I love you, Caleb. I shouldn't have left.” His face had been red from crying. It was hard to believe that a man like him could be driven to tears like that. It meant that he really did love her.
She took his face in her hands and they fell over on the ground with their lips locked and their bodies pressed together. He unzipped her jacket with his teeth and threw it to the side. He ripped off her layers and she was exposed to the elements as his tongue moved its way around her nipples. He took her in his arms and his warmth sheltered her from the freezing air. His bare chest was against hers and she felt herself getting lost in his soft fur. He was moving his cock up and down her thigh and she felt her thighs getting moist. He ripped her pants off and already she felt an explosion coming to the surface.
“I'm so sorry I doubted you,” she cried out.
He reached out and flicked her clit and she gasped. His finger was running along her lips and his thumb was moving back and forth over her clit. She let out a shuddered cry and watched as he stroked his cock. He reared up and she could see the way the foreskin folded over the head. She was throbbing with desire. He pinched her nipple and the perfect sting of pain and pleasure set her whole body on fire. She could feel an explosion coming as his fingers moved farther and farther inside of her. He left her inner sanctum and moved farther into her chamber. She was pulsing with ecstasy and his finger was dripping wet.
His hand was moving furiously along his cock, and she was trembling. She could feel her body starting to shake as the explosion burst out in a sudden wave of ecstasy. Within an instant his lips were crashing against hers and she felt his cock moving around inside of her. He was drilling her with perfect precision. His fingers were running up and down her clit and his hips were swaying back and forth, touching the one spot that would drive her insane.
He pierced through her doubt, her worry and her fear. He took over her body, leaving nothing but their connection intact. She had always wanted to be loved and cherished just like this, in the arms of a beautiful man that would protect her. She had found that man and their passion was going beyond the brink of what they thought possible. She could feel him inside of her, tearing through every barrier she had and the sparks that flew between them, burned their bodies and sent them writhing until their explosion shook the earth and sent her flying.
They lay together on the forest floor, talking about their lives. They would have a family and live in Portland. She would give up her in life Siberia and stay with him for the rest of her life.
Tricia & Adam, a Werebear Romance
By: Victoria Scott
Tricia & Adam, a Werebear Romance
© Victoria Scott, 2015 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Chapter One
Centuries ago there was a war between the species, a war so bloody and devastating that even after it was over, it was unheard of for different species to mingle for anything other than business. Tricia and Adam were one of the few exceptions; they became one of the most powerful couples after the war had ended.
Tricia was considered an alpha female vampire among her species, sought after by every male vampire in the world. She stood at five feet nine inches tall, with curves in all of the right places. Her skin was pale with just a hint of the peach color it was before she was turned. Her hair was a dark and dirty blonde that, and her eyes shown a bright aquamarine. Tricia loved a good fight; she had spent the entire war right in the middle, battling every species involved. That is where she first met Adam, her alpha werewolf husband.
Adam was six foot five and towered over everyone on the battlefield. His muscles matched his height; they were well formed and hard to the touch, making it easy for him to throw enemies around as if they were rag dolls. He kept his chocolate brown hair short and shaggy, so it tickled his ears whenever he moved his head. His eyes were a strange combination of brown and red, almost as if they were carved from leaves in the fall. Those eyes watched Tricia for several years, glowing with desire every time he watched her defeat an enemy, fighting himself because she was the enemy and had no place inside his mind. Adam didn’t know it at the time, but Tricia was fighting the same battle with herself about him. She loved to watch the alpha move, taking down enemy after enemy, sometimes a group of them all at once. Watching him fight made her blood boil and her body ache to know what he would be like as a lover.
When the war among the species finally ended, it was Tricia who made the first move on Adam. She strode into the werewolf camp without fear, and walked directly into Adam’s tent. When she entered she discovered he wasn’t alone, he was rolling around in his furs with what smelled like a freshly transformed female werewolf. Instead of walking away, she calmly greeted them both, and when the female looked offended at her interruption, Tricia simply ordered the female to get out. Once the female refused, Tricia stepped towards her and grabbed onto her by a lock of her hair and dragged her out of the tent. Once the female was outside, covered in dirt from being tossed to the ground, and crying for the Adam to come and protect her, Tricia turned around and closed the tent curtains to give her and Adam some privacy.
“Did you want to go fetch your bitch, or have a chat with me?”
Tricia arched her eyebrow at Adam, enjoying the view of him lying naked with only a small blanket covering his lap.
“And what would you want to chat about with a werewolf, neck biter?”
“I bite more than just necks.”
Tricia grinned and winked towards Adam, and he responded exactly how she hoped he would. He let out a low growl and she watched as the blanket against his lap twitched.
“What do you want vampire?”
“To seduce and claim you, wolf.”
Adam was the one to arch his eyebrow after that, of all the things she could have said, he had not seen that answer coming.
“And why would you want to do that? We are enemies.”
Adam was growling low within his throat, his mind was racing with thoughts of having the warrior female, but with the war only over a few hours he couldn’t help but think it was a trick to kill the wolves’ most valuable soldier.
“The war is over, there are no enemies anymore. I watched you on the battlefield. You are fierce, a proud fighter, just as I am.”
“So you’ve come to claim yourself a soldier, have ya?”
“I’ve come to claim myself an alpha.”
Tricia was grinning as she stalked towards Adam, and stood between his parted legs that moved to hang over the edge of the bed as they talked. Adam reached up and stroked his fingers along her soft braided hair, and gazed into her shining eyes. He couldn’t scent a single lie in the air, the female spoke the absolute truth to him.
“I think that the alpha will be claiming you instead.”
With those last words spoken, Adam pulled Tricia into his
bed and covered both of them in his sheets. They spent the entire night taking turns on claiming each other until both of them were bruised, marked, and gasping for life.
After that night, no one would ever see one without the other, they were inseparable. The stories of their mating spread hard and fast across the world, and when they finally had a formal wedding, every species was there to cheer them on for doing the unthinkable. For most people that was the end of Tricia and Adam’s story, they had gotten their happily ever after and would spend the rest of their lives living it. But Tricia and Adam both knew that wasn’t going to be the end of their happily ever after, they had much more in store for each other before they hung up their old ways and settled down for eternity.
Chapter Two
The strobe lights were flashing all around the room and the leather cushions of the booths were stick with sweat, alcohol and most likely bodily fluids. Tricia didn’t mind though, she leaned back to rest against Adam’s chest as the both stared out onto the dance floor. Club Pariah was their home, not just in spirit but on paper as well. Adam had purchased the club for Tricia on her 888 birthday, the buildings address being 888 den street, and Adam thought it was an entertaining play on words for somewhere they would settle down.
They had a four bedroom, 3-bathroom condo on top of the club, and had their club segregated into several of its own sections including five private backrooms. Tricia handled designing the entire condo and club, she wanted specifications that a normal contractor wouldn’t understand, such as her water resistant tiled rooms.
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