by V. Vaughn
I whisper, “Aaron. I’m so sorry.”
My heart sinks when he ignores me and counts out the beat at the tempo I should play. I take a deep breath and begin to tap on the drum. Aaron joins me, and the band begins to play. It’s the song Aleck was writing the first day Aaron and I spent together. I gaze over at my mate, but he’s focused on playing and doesn’t notice me, so I look out at the crowd to discover it’s hard to see much with the lights, although I imagine it might be easier from the front of the stage.
When the song ends, I stand up and bow when Adrian makes me. Aaron is watching me, and pain grips my heart in a vice. Even if we really are over, I have to tell him how I feel. Before I walk away I say, “I do trust you, and I’m so sorry.”
He winks at me and says, “You’re damn sexy when you get mad.”
I melt in relief before I return to my seat. But I don’t think I got off that easy. Even if Aaron lets me, I won’t. I can’t. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him, and trust between us is something that should never falter. Like the steady beat of my drum, I know that my true mate’s love is nothing I’ll ever have to question.
Chapter 15
Five months later....
“Aaron,” I say as I stumble behind him. He’s pulling me by my hand down the stairs of our new home. I just woke up, and I’m wearing nothing but his T-shirt that I managed to slip over my head before he got impatient and grabbed my hand. I huff as anger begins to build. “I’m not fit for the public. Stop.”
The kitchen tile is cold under my feet as he says, “Nobody’s going to see you, Olivia.”
I relax, because he’s right. Our house is on acres of wooded land on the coast. “Fine.” I glance longingly at the coffee maker as we walk by it. “But please tell me what’s so important that I don’t get coffee.”
We step out the front door, and I gasp when I see what he was so eager to show me. A big purple bow is sitting on top of a shiny new black-and-silver motorcycle. I cover my mouth with my hand as I walk toward the bike. The metal is cool under my fingers as I drag them along the frame.
“Happy Birthday!”
I turn to Aaron and say, “I don’t know how to drive it.”
“I’ll teach you.” Aaron tugs on one of my curls as he says, “You’ll pick it up in no time.”
I slide my hand along the leather seat as a cool breeze that would have made the human me cold swirls around my legs. “You’re crazy. I’m going to crash this thing the first time I try.”
“Olivia. You will not.”
I gaze at my true mate as the briny smell of ocean air fills my nose. Even if I do crash, I now have the ability to heal at amazing speeds. “But this is still insane.” One of our favorite things to do when Aaron’s home is to get on his bike and ride for hours. I’ve fallen in love with the freedom of the road so close under my feet and the wind rushing by me. I step toward Aaron and place my hand on his chest as I tease, “I’m not the kind of girl that has a motorcycle.”
He places his hands on my hips and lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He says, “And you don’t date guys like me.”
I shake my head as I lock my arms around his neck and squirm against his belly. “No, I don’t.” His hair is soft in my fingers as I rake them through it. “Just look at this wild hair.”
“And the tattoos,” says Aaron. His voice gets gravelly. “Never date a guy covered in ink.”
I yank on the neck of his shirt and peer down. “Yeah.” I bite my lip as his scent wafts up and spikes my desire to make my insides quiver. “So dangerous.”
Aaron’s breath on my neck makes a shiver run down my spine as he leans in close and nips at me before he says, “I hear they bite.”
“Thank god for that.” Becoming a werebear was one of the best decisions of my life. Everything about my new state is amazing. Running and swimming as a bear is another one of my new favorite things. I unlock my legs and let them drop to the ground with a soft thud. Turning toward the bike, I walk to it and climb on the seat to hold the handles. I glance over my shoulder at Aaron. “Before I turn this on, I should probably take it”--I pause to scan his body with my eyes and say--“for a test ride.”
“Jesus.” Aaron’s hands are on his elastic-waist shorts, and he tugs them down as he walks toward me. “Why haven’t we explored this fantasy of yours before?”
I raise my eyebrows at him and pat the seat behind me. “Climb on and hold tight.”
I put my feet on the foot pegs to lift up, and Aaron slides his fingers over my moist sex. He groans as he guides himself into me, and I lower so he’ll fill me. He hisses and says, “So good, baby.”
“Um-hmm.” I moan as I begin to move, and Aaron’s hands grip my hips as he rocks with me. This position is putting pressure on the right spots, and I say, “This is going to be fast.”
“It’s your birthday. I’ll make you come more than once.”
I chuckle, because I always get more than one orgasm with my bad-boy mate. My movements speed up as I get closer, and my thighs burn as my muscles support my weight. I cry out when my climax hits, and in the midst of it my mate’s hot seed explodes against my channel walls.
I sink back against him to rest my legs and tilt my head to the side to give him better access when he kisses my neck. He whispers, “Happy Birthday, Olivia.”
I sigh. “I like my present.”
“Me too. If I’d known what your idea of a test ride was, I’d have gotten it for you sooner.”
I rotate my hips against him, and tiny aftershocks make me shudder as I say, “I wonder if I should test out your bike next.”
Aaron lifts me off his lap and climbs off my new motorcycle. “I’ll be ready by the time we get there.” He winks at me as he takes my hand to lead the way. “Trust me.”
I walk quickly to keep up. Trust is never going to be a problem for me now that I’m a werebear. Once I changed, my love for Aaron was magnified to a level I never could have known as a human, and I understand that death would be easier than cheating on your true mate. I say, “I do.”
When we get to the garage where his bike is parked Aaron turns and takes my face in his hands. “I’m going to love celebrating this day with you each year, Olivia, because it’s the day when you were born to be with me.”
“Oh, Aaron. I love you so much sometimes it hurts.”
Aaron leans in for a kiss. “Me too. It hurts so good, doesn’t it?”
I nod and lose myself in our true mate connection when his lips meet mine. I recall how I wasn’t willing to take a chance on Aaron because I was afraid he’d break my heart. But I was given the complete opposite with a forever love that can never die.
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