Broken Bear

by Alice Bello

Good, it hurt her too.

  I flung myself at another silken thread of her magic, biting down all the harder as I severed it with my fangs. I tasted more of the fae’s blood.

  It flung itself at me and I felt its sharp claws slice into my back.

  But my puma wasted no time with pain. She wanted to taste more blood.

  And we both wanted to free Maddox, even if the fae bitch killed us trying.

  Another thread was severed, and another. The fae chased me around the clearing, but, whether it was the iron trowel still sticking out of her back, or the severing of those magical, bloody threads, she wasn’t fast enough to catch me.

  I raced toward the last thread and saw Maddox look over at me, his eyes fogged still with the fae’s magic.

  But the instant I sank my teeth into the bloody thread, I felt the fae’s magic snap, and immediately I saw the gold of his bear ignite in his eyes, the golden cracks blazing as his bear burst free.

  I must have stopped, watching Maddox’s bear emerge because the fae grabbed hold of me, her claws gouging me as she lifted me into the air by my throat.

  “You’re dead, stupid cat!”

  With a rip of cloth I heard the menacing roar of a grizzly right before it hit the fae like a freaking train.

  I tumbled to the ground, rolling to the side. The world was fuzzy at first until I shook my head and pulled myself up so I was standing on all four legs.

  The scene came into focus as I blinked the dazed out of my eyes.

  Maddox had the fae pressed against the ground, his teeth deep in the meat of her shoulder. He was growling ferociously, and the fae hissed like an insect from hell.

  And then with a sound like a gunshot, the fae hit Maddox so hard he flew through the air and landed on the other side of the clearing from me.

  In an instant, he was up on his paws and roaring his displeasure, a cloud of dust and debris roiling up around him.

  The fae woman stood there, blood gushing from the wound Maddox had inflicted.

  Hell, he’d bitten a freaking chunk out of her.

  She looked over to Maddox.

  At the huge grizzly he’d become.

  But Maddox stood there, in the middle of the clearing, staring at me.

  Okay, this wasn’t what I expected.

  When his bear got free it should have been trying to kill everything in its way.

  Including me.

  But instead, it was just watching me.

  That was until the fae woman got too close to me as she stalked around us, that’s when he turned and showed her his menacing jaws.

  I looked from Maddox to the fae woman and back again.

  I saw in his eyes a mirror to my own thoughts.

  The fae would die tonight.

  Right here.

  As if we’d planned it, Maddox and I started to circle the fae woman. I saw her pulling her magical threads together, snapping them around her as if they were whips.

  That’s fine. Killing prey that didn’t fight back wouldn’t be near as satisfying.

  Maddox bounded forward first, and the fae slashed him with her magical whip. It made him flinch, and that’s when she jumped up over him and ran towards the forest.

  No… she doesn’t get away…

  I launched myself after her, gliding over the ground, my puma’s urge to give chase intoxicating. I could smell her fear, and it smelled good.

  The chase was over all too soon.

  She was losing blood so fast that she was too slow. I jumped onto her back, my claws ripping into her cool flesh, and I sank my fangs into her neck.

  She screeched and threw me off her, but she didn’t have the strength to throw me very far, not like before, so I landed easily on my paws and lunged back into her to bite her in the leg.

  She swung her arms at me and tried to claw at my eyes, but I was too fast and retreated out of her reach.

  Just then I heard the crunch of twigs and branches, and as the fae woman whirled around in that direction Maddox came through the night cloaked trees. Pushing her to the ground, he ripped her chest open with his claws. With her head in his great jaws, he shook his head as his claws continued to shred, until the fae’s head came off and bounced away into the forest.

  All was still for a moment as Maddox stared down at the fae woman’s mutilated corpse. He looked up to me, his bear eyes a blaze of gold.

  I should have been afraid… I should have been running away from him. His bear should be a beserker, a loup…

  But I wasn’t afraid of him, and neither was my puma.

  He stared at me, and I stared back at him.

  I scented the air, and though there was so much blood, I smelled Maddox: his bear, his fur, the musk of his longing.

  Longing…

  Maybe that’s a romanticized word for what I smelled.

  Want…

  Whatever it was, it made my desire for him all the more potent.

  My blood burned with it, my breath crackled with it, my muscles twitched with it.

  Maddox stood up on his hind legs and I watched, breathlessly, as he changed from his bear into his human form.

  He was so beautiful.

  So graceful and amazing.

  Maddox…

  My Maddox…

  Mine, I thought just as my puma called it out in her fierce, hissing roar.

  My puma melted away, swifter and with less pain than she had ever left. Usually, she does not want to change back, not until she is exhausted and sated. But not now.

  Now she wanted to be in the same form as her mate.

  I closed my eyes on that thought.

  Mate…

  This can’t be.

  I stood up and opened my eyes to find Maddox staring at me, his eyes still bear gold, but the rest of him completely and heartstoppingly human.

  My god, he was beautiful.

  The most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

  I took a stumbling step toward him, and then another, not used to my human legs yet.

  Maybe my puma wasn’t as gone as I thought…

  He strode to me, his long legs eating up the distance between us so much faster than mine.

  He was covered in the fae woman’s blood. It was streaked and splashed all over him, across his chest, over his arms, down his stomach and his legs.

  And it covered his mouth…

  His eyes glowed so beautifully in the night… I was mesmerized.

  He leaned forward and oh, so very slowly, kissed me.

  The kiss was gentle and so delicate. As if he was afraid of hurting me.

  Silly bear…

  I reached out and took hold of him, my hands clasping around his neck as I pulled him into the kiss all the more.

  I opened my mouth and he licked into me, his tongue flicking across my teeth and then brushing against my tongue.

  He tasted of wildness and the fae’s blood, and something else, something so different…

  Maddox.

  Yes…

  He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me against him. I felt his manhood as it lengthened and hardened against my thigh.

  Yes… That too…

  I reached down and stroked that lovely, spongy piece of him, and his chest rumbled as I stroked him.

  He was so big, so very big.

  I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.

  I licked the blood from his mouth, his lips, his chin, and down over one of his insanely muscular pecs.

  He pulled my face back up to his, his kisses deeper, demanding, and so very possessive.

  Yes, take what’s yours…

  It wasn’t me thinking these thoughts… but I didn’t disagree with them.

  Not at all…

  He’s mine, and the thought of anyone else even touching him made my puma hiss with insane possessiveness.

  He pushed me against a tree, picking me up and draping my legs around his hips.

  I was wet and ready for him, and when he pushed himself up into me, even as huge as his cock was,
it slid into me as if I was made for him.

  Sure, I felt some pain as my vagina stretched to accommodate him, but it was the good kind of pain, the kind that makes your eyes roll up in your head, and your pussy pulse and turn slick as hell.

  So very wet.

  His bear rumbled in his chest, and I felt it in my breasts, against my rib cage.

  Yesyesyesyesyes…

  He took my lips again and I raked my nails down his back, drawing blood, and then digging my hands, and my nails into his very muscular, and very soft butt.

  Is there a flaw in this man’s body?

  I didn’t know, but I was going to enjoy the hell out of finding out.

  Abruptly, he pulled us away from the tree and whirled us down to the ground.

  In moments he ripped himself out of me (which made me cry out in dismay) and had me turned so that I was on all fours in the dirt and the rocks.

  He entered me roughly from behind, but my pussy was ready for him as if I’d willed him to do it. I arched my back and pushed back against him, making his cock fill me all the more.

  Yes… oh yes…

  He fell on me, his mouth on my neck, licking the blood from my flesh, his hands squeezing my breasts, making my body shake and pulse as he slammed into me over and over again.

  We fucked like animals. We fucked as if we’d wanted each other forever, and this was our one and only chance to have each other.

  He bit down on my ear, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt.

  That sensation zinged straight to my pussy, and I clamped down on him all the harder.

  Yes, fuck me harder… Harder!

  I would have screamed it, but I couldn’t form words. All I could do was scream and cry out, and occasionally yip when his cock hit that wall inside me, the wall where I end.

  I named it getting popped in the cervix because that’s pretty much exactly what’s going on.

  He leaned up off me, one hand on my shoulder, the other tangled up in my hair. The tempo of him slamming into me with his hard, thick cock sped up, and I heard him growling as he seemed to lose control, jamming himself into me with heedless abandon.

  He cried out and I felt him fill me with his seed. Before I knew it his cum was sliding out of me, sliding down my thighs.

  And then I felt his teeth sink into my shoulder.

  The pain was exquisite, the burn of his teeth in my flesh, the feel of his lips, and how his cock jerked and pulsed inside me.

  Yes, please, please, please...

  Claim me.

  I was shaking, and crying out in utter joy, my body on fire. The feel of his claiming mark on me made my flesh burn and my blood boil as it pumped inside me.

  I felt his teeth slowly slide out from my flesh, replaced immediately by his gentle tongue, as he lapped at my wound.

  He was so hard now, and he churned himself in and out of me so slowly.

  My legs and arms shook so hard now if I was about to collapse any moment.

  His cum was still spilling from me, and I could see it spilling onto the ground.

  He’d marked me, inside and out.

  It was insane, utterly crazy… but made perfect sense.

  He was my mate, and I was his.

  But I’d only just met him…

  I closed my eyes as it all slammed down on me.

  This couldn’t be happening…

  Not now…

  Not yet…

  I love him.

  He pulled himself out of me, making an animal growl as he slipped from my grasping sheath.

  Oh god, I felt suddenly so empty.

  He picked me up from the ground and I saw his eyes were still glowing gold.

  Solid gold.

  A thought stirred in my head, a thought that made all this even worse.

  Was this all just his bear?

  My heart sank as I fell against his chest, trying not to cry as he carried me through the forest toward the house.

  If this was all just his bear, and he really had no control of what had just happened between us…

  I closed my eyes and tried to lose myself in the depths of my mind. I needed to be away from him, didn’t I?

  The next thing I knew he was setting me on the sink of a small yet spotless bathroom. I watched as he started the water of the shower, and when the heat pleased him, he turned to me. His eyes were still gold: not exactly glowing, but a sparkly metallic.

  He picked me up and carried me in under the hot spray of water. It felt so good beating against my sore body, over my roughed up flesh. I had scratches, cuts and bruises all over. But most of the blood that was running off me with the water was the fae woman’s.

  That was a satisfying thought.

  My enemy’s blood washing down the drain.

  Maddox picked up a bottle and squirted out a bit of amber liquid. Immediately I smelled daffodils and lilies, a light scent that seemed to help clear my jumbled thoughts as he smoothed it through my hair and started lathering.

  There may be no more sensual feeling than having your hair washed by someone else.

  My body felt all these little shocks and quakes as he ran his strong hands through my hair. He rinsed my hair and then started soaping up my body, his calloused though gentle hands caressing my flesh, making sure every inch of me was lathered, his talented fingers grasping my ass, fingering my swollen pussy, and pinching my nipples.

  And then he rinsed me… thoroughly.

  Every time his hands touched me it was like I was a cat arching to get petted.

  I turned and took the bottle in hand, squeezing out a large bit of the stuff and start cleaning my bear.

  My bear…

  Didn’t sound right…

  Didn’t feel right…

  I cleaned him as meticulously as he had cleaned me

  I lathered his wondrous chest, leaning in after the soap is rinsed off, and taking his nipple into my mouth, biting lightly, making him growl.

  I smoothed the soap down his abs, still lower to his crotch.

  I found him wonderfully hard, his cock jutting out from his thatch of light brown pubes, his shaft curving upward ever so slightly.

  I had to use both hands while lathering his cock and balls, they were that big…

  I walked around him, not letting him pull me into another mind blowing kiss, as I started on his back side.

  The man literally did not have a bad angle. I stared at his shoulders, those thick, brawny slabs of muscle, the smooth, thick flesh, and the way his body tapered into that perfect V some men have.

  My god, the way his spine curved down into his ass, two perfect dimples right there, calling out to be licked.

  I lathered up that beautiful ass: meaty and muscular, yet still soft and pliant with youth.

  So beautiful.

  He turned and pulled me into an irresistible kiss, deep and hot. I didn’t even notice what he was doing until I suddenly abruptly pulled up in the air, his hands on my ass, lifting me up until my pussy was at his eye level.

  “What are you…?”

  He buried his mouth in my crotch and started to devour my pussy.

  Oh god…

  I was up by the ceiling, hands up against painted wooden beams, my head and shoulders pushed against the wall of the shower, the tiles cool against my flesh.

  But I didn’t care. I felt like I was floating in a cloud of pleasure. And I guess I was.

  His arms didn’t so much as tremble as he held me suspended in the air, his mouth sucking and licking and nipping at my sex, my vagina, my pussy lips, my clit.

  “Please…” I cried out, ready to explode. “I need you inside me!”

  I heard him chuckle and felt the vibration of it against my writhing pussy.

  He pulled his mouth from me to speak.

  “But I’m not finished with my meal.” His voice as so dark. Darker than I remembered.

  Was the bear still in charge, even now?

  I was trembling in his hands, my pussy pulsating, pr
actically ready to catch on fire, and as wonderful as his tongue and teeth and lips were, I need his hardness inside me.

  “Please…” I whimpered. “I need you inside me.”

  With no strain at all, he lowered me down until we were eye to eye, and then impaled me on his long, thick cock.

  I hissed as I sank down on him.

  He seemed even larger than he was in the forest, and my vagina struggled to open up and take him all the way in. But it did, and before I could say another word he was slamming himself up into me, not even using the wall, just holding my ass in his rough hands as he pulled me up and down on his cock, and then varying by thrusting up into me harder and faster.

  Yes, this is what I wanted, this is what I needed. I needed for him to have me in every way possible.

  I wanted to remember it all. Ever touch, thrust, nibble, and kiss.

  I felt the heat of my orgasm rising up from my core. Yes, he was what I wanted, more than anything else in my entire life.

  Maddox…

  His breathing became erratic and he slammed up into me with utter desperation.

  Yes, please…

  I felt him shoot up into me, jets of his creamy seed filling me, making my burning, throbbing vagina cool like a soothing balm.

  I felt it slopping out of me again as he churned up into me over and over.

  I had no idea a man could cum this much.

  I needed to taste that cum…

  I looked into his eyes and felt a chill.

  His eyes were still gold. They were still the eyes of his bear.

  Fear spread up through me and my body stiffened, my sex tightening around him involuntarily.

  He smiled, a feral baring of teeth.

  “Don’t be afraid of us, little cat.”

  Yeah, the US didn’t help to dissuade my fear. If anything it made me wish I was in my truck, driving away to anywhere.

  Anywhere at all…

  And then Maddox’s eyes turned brown again, and he smiled.

  I wanted to ask if he knew what we’d been doing. How much of what happened had been his bear and not him?

  But…

  “You’ve about worn me out, little cat.”

  Chapter 9

  He cleaned me down there again, his fingers lingering as he washed his seed from my sex. His gentle touch was’ a balm, making what was sore and tired now feel healed and—amazingly enough—ready to go again.

  He dried me off and led me into the bedroom. It was obviously the room he’d slept in, in his youth, for there were signs of a teenager, but from four or five years ago.