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Authors: V. Vaughn
Called by the Bear 4-6 (6 page)
C
arly
W
hen Donna suggested
Taylor train with the men as bears, I complimented her quick thinking. It was exactly what Taylor needed to get on board with changing. Watching her fight was a pleasure. She’ll be a great warrior, and I can’t think of a stronger woman to have in the Le Roux arsenal.
I cuddle up on the couch with my tea and the photo album. Warm liquid flows down my throat, and I find I’m beginning to crave it instead of coffee. I guess what they say about things becoming habits is true.
Ever since Donna gave me the picture book, I’ve wanted to look through it, but I haven’t had the time until now. Protective plastic crackles as I open it. The first page shows Donna as a young woman with a very large belly. Without the signs of time, she looks like Annie does now.
I turn a page to find Donna holding two newborns along with another picture of a handsome man doing the same. He has Brady’s features, and I imagine he had the same presence. My hand rubs my belly as thoughts tug on my heart when I think about the pain his death must have caused.
Pages are slick in my hands as I turn through images of Brady and Annie that document their childhood. At the end of the book, they’re preteens, and a cake with the number twelve on it marks a birthday party. I recall that werebear begin to shift after puberty and suspect that’s the stopping point for this album.
The rumble of Keith’s Jeep sounds as it comes up the drive when a picture of Annie opening a present catches my attention. I notice a pregnant woman in the background. Squinting as if I can see it more clearly, I realize she looks like Marion. Marion has other children? It had to have been after she left me. I have siblings?
I’ve started to calculate how old they might be when Keith knocks on the door and enters with Taylor. I set the album aside along with my tea and stand. “I believe we have a changing to deal with.”
Keith’s hand is on Taylor’s shoulder as he presses his body against the back of her. Taylor says in a voice with more confidence than I believe she’s feeling, “That we do. Let’s get this party started.”
W
ith Lily out of town
, we’re comfortable doing the changing in Taylor’s bedroom. Earlier today, Annie and I set things up. As Taylor strips off her clothes, I fondle the leather cuffs Donna gave us, and leather is cool in my hand, while the fleece lining is soft under my fingers. I don’t want to think about why Donna had them, and I wink at Keith. “I’m sure you could borrow these when we’re done.”
Taylor snorts. “Not unless he’s the one that plans on being restrained.” Her voice is strong, but the slight trembling of her body gives her away. She’s terrified, and if she wasn’t, I’d be worried about her.
When Taylor lies down on the bed, Annie covers her with a warm blanket, and Keith and I attach the cuffs. Taylor’s body is quaking now as she shivers. I say, “This could take anywhere from two to five hours if Sierra and I are good benchmarks. You’ll feel burning, pulling, and sharp pain. You’ll hear bones breaking and muscles popping and tearing.”
Taylor’s green eyes are big, and she nods as she listens. Annie says, “Your injuries should be less severe than Carly and Sierra’s, because we’re keeping you from clawing yourself before things start. But as a werebear, your recovery will be swift, and you should be healed within a day or two.”
I say, “When I changed, I thought I was going to die. At least you know you won’t, but you’ll wish you could.”
Keith’s fingers brush hair from her face. “I’ll be here the whole time.” He kisses her lightly and whispers, “You’re the bravest woman I know. I love you, Taylor.”
Courageous resolve rings true when she replies, “I love you, too.”
In my alpha voice, I say, “Keith, bite her.”
He begins to shift, and when his teeth grow long, he lifts Taylor’s head to get to the tattoo on the back side of her shoulder.
Her gasp races to my core as I remember the pleasure a mate’s teeth bring, but it’s quickly chased away when she begins to moan with the searing heat of pain that takes over.
While Keith plans to be present for the whole change, Annie and I don’t need to be, especially since I’m only a thought away. Taylor’s cries fade as Annie and I make our way down to the kitchen.
Annie retrieves my mug of tea and notices the album. “Oh, goodness, I haven’t looked at those pictures in years.”
I grab it to bring, too. “I have a question for you. I think I saw Marion in one of the pictures of your twelfth birthday, and she’s pregnant.”
Annie turns to me, and a frown crinkles her brow. “She was.”
Annie doesn’t say more so I ask, “And?”
She sighs. “And you have a brother and a sister.”
L
ily
G
oose bumps form
on my skin, but they’re not from cold, because the fingers that remove the silk dress from my shoulders are searing hot. Slippery fabric slithers around my supine body as I look up into Victor’s emerald eyes. A glimmer of something flashes through them as if the fire threatening to burn me is in him, too.
His mouth doesn’t move, but I hear a husky version of his voice say, “Lily.” He sighs, and hot breath on my breasts makes me realize I’m not wearing a bra. I’m glad when his tongue swirls around my nipple, making me arch up with a soft moan.
Thick hair slides between my fingers as I hold Victor’s head and push gently for him to move lower. A chuckle rumbles from him, and he whispers, “All in good time, precious.”
Precious?
The term of endearment makes me smile and allow him to do as he wishes. My climax is building slowly, and I’m afraid I won’t last long for him. But I know it won’t matter, because he’ll bring me to the peak numerous times.
When Victor finally reaches my mound, his tongue merely lashes out before I shatter. Relentless with his laving, he draws pleasure from me until I’m barely coherent. Is it possible to lose consciousness from an orgasm?
Victor chuckles as he rises above me, and then he says, “We shall see.”
Can he hear my thoughts? I push at his chest and sit up. “Let me test the theory out on you.” I scramble out from under him and get on my knees.
Coarse hair rubs against my palms as I move my hands up his powerful thighs. Victor has the largest cock I’ve ever seen, but I’m not concerned as I take what I can in my mouth. Rolling his balls with my fingers, I work at driving him crazy, too.
His body tenses, and I know he’s close. I yearn to taste him and suck harder in an effort to make him come in my mouth.
A low growl comes from him, and he says, “No. Only inside you, precious.”
But this time the nickname doesn’t sound loving. I sit up and wonder what’s wrong as his strong grip forces me onto my back again. Victor thrusts into me roughly, and his pumping is fast, almost furious.
“Lily! Yes, this is where I belong.” His face is contorted as though he’s in pain, and again I wonder why his lips don’t seem to be moving even though I can hear him.
The thought is fleeting as my orgasm threatens to explode. “Yes, you do.” Every inch of me is on fire, and I try to engulf him with the flames.
The heat of us is melding our bodies into one, and the connection seems to be more than physical. Victor’s panting reverberates through my being. I scream as I combust beneath him.
I’m nearly over the edge of my climax when he seats himself deep inside of me with a final thrust that shoots hot seed. This time I’m sure he’s roaring like an animal with his release. “Lily!”
I bolt up in bed. My fading memory is of Victor’s searing green eyes bright with tears. A drip lands on the sheet I’m clutching, and I realize I’m crying, too.
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ierra here - Let’s
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? Things are heating up between Victor and me, but dare I hope he feels the same way?
S
ierra
H
ot tears roll
down my cheeks as I stare at my nude body in the mirror. This body has betrayed me. I thought I was prepared to do anything to save Carly. When Victor kidnapped us and I saw her in that cage recovering from being shot, I didn’t think twice about sacrificing my freedom in exchange for hers. Her destiny as a Le Roux alpha is to save the clan, and mine is to make sure she lives to make hers happen.
I cup my breast and flick my finger over my nipple, sending shockwaves to my core. As the skin stretches, I focus on the soreness. I don't want to feel pleasure, yet I have no control over it with Victor. He doesn't just fuck me. His body makes love to me, and mine responds in kind, even though my soul is being violated. I'm more than willing to do things I never imagined would feel so good. My fingers find their way to my clit, and I'm not surprised to find slippery wetness between my folds. My physical being craves the raw power and command of Victor Veilleux, while my mind screams in revolt.
Am I really meant to bear children to this man and spend my life as his eager sex slave? With my free will trapped by the lust of a mate connection? The thought makes me chuckle wryly. I came to Maine to meet the man in my dreams with the hope of sexual pleasure as well as love.
This new life of mine is fitting in an ironic way. I've loved sex since I first discovered orgasms. When I didn’t have a boyfriend, hook-ups were part of my weekend entertainment, and when I did have a boyfriend, sex was first and foremost on my mind. It still is, as each time with Victor gets better while we learn our own sexual dance. Only my mind can't let it be trivial, and I fear I’m slowly going insane.
Fireworks from the Fourth of July celebration pop in the distance. I'm trapped in a home protected by guards who won't let me leave. My immediate task is to get pregnant, and Victor plans to screw me every day until I do. Because of my adorned arms, he believes I’m the one who matters. His Native American shaman said, “
The tattoo girl will bear the greatest gift
."
He isn’t aware that Carly used to be a tattoo artist before we moved to Maine, and I’m not going to tell him.
Being a shifter now, I'll have no fewer than two and up to four babies at a time. Victor wants to get as many as he can. And he’ll get as many as my body will allow, because he knows I won't leave my children behind. My hands caress my generous curves, which are firmer now that I’m a werebear. I move them down to my belly and imagine what it will look like after multiple pregnancies. I glide over my hips and take in the sensation of smooth skin against my palms.
Fuck me
. I'm so turned on as I think about Victor's touch. I pinch my flesh to feel pain instead, but the sharp bite only intensifies my recent memories of the exquisite sensation of bear teeth sinking into my being.
Water resounds onto the tile floor of the shower as I flip it on. Without waiting for it to warm up, I step under the chilling spray, trying to smother the hot flush of shame that threatens to engulf me. I close my eyes and squeeze out the rest of my tears. When I open them, I jump and nearly scream when I find a large muscular man dressed in black standing on the other side of the clear shower door.
The guy holds a finger to his lips as his other hand holds out a towel. He looks like Ian with a close-to-the-scalp haircut. He must be Ian's twin or triplet.
I step out, and he mouths, "Victor?"
I speak in a whisper. "He's at the celebration."
The man replies just as quietly, "I'm here to rescue you. Do you want to return to the Le Roux?"
I nod vigorously, and the towel is rough against my skin as I rub quickly. I can't seem to help myself and step closer to him. My tattoo throbs with desire, and I'm afraid I'm oversexed, because I want to touch him. Victor's got nothing on this man; I'm intoxicated by this guy's presence way beyond anything I had with Keith, either.
It must be apparent on my face, because he lifts his hand to touch my cheek and says, "Yes."
“Holy fuck.” We’re true mates. When the man tries to kiss me softly, I practically attack. I've never felt such need and don't bother to control it as I work at unbuttoning his black cargo pants. My mind is blind with focus on having him. If we fuck, I can break the bond with Victor. But that knowledge isn't what's driving me.
A primal urge to fill myself with good in order to flood the plains of evil drowns out all logical thought. I hop up on the granite counter next to the sink, and his silky cock is huge in my hand as I guide him into me. He drives in and thrusts quickly. So close to my climax, I urge him to go hard and fast. Trembling with my release, I milk the thick length of him until he quakes in an orgasm, too.
He pulls himself away from me, and breath whooshes out of his mouth as he speaks to me in his head.
"Jesus Christ, that makes things easier. I'm Ashton, your true mate."
I chuckle softly.
"Yeah, I didn’t see that coming. Thank you."
Ashton's grinning, but his voice in my head is stern.
"Get dressed in dark clothing. We need to get out of here."
In less than a minute, I'm ready to follow him anywhere he wants to go. We move quickly to the basement, and I shudder when we pass the cage where Carly was kept.
Ashton must be talking to Keith in his head because when he boosts me up to the ground level window, it's Keith's hands that pull me through.
I no longer have the ability to speak to Keith telepathically as I did when we were mates, but I wouldn't know what to say if I could. The last time we spoke, I broke up with him, knowing I was going to confront Victor. He gives me a quick hug, and for now, that's enough. Getting out of here alive is more important.
I breathe deeply and savor the fresh air, which I haven't encountered in over a week. Ashton leads me past a slumped figure I guess must be one of the guards. The grass muffles our steps, but I'm anxious to become a bear, knowing how much faster I could move. The moment we enter the woods behind Victor's house, Ashton orders me to shift. We don't bother to strip, and fabric shreds when I become a bear. My adrenaline kicks in.
We take off through the woods, and I follow Ashton as Keith flanks me. My strong legs propel me at a speed that boggles my human mind. Out of the corner of my eye, a flash of black lunges toward me, and fear sends power to my limbs as I rise up on two legs to defend myself. Keith blocks the guard, and Ashton yells at me,
"Keep running!"
My front feet thump back down to the forest floor as the roar and clashing of fighting bears rings in my ears. I push the anguish for Keith back as I focus on moving as fast as my body can.
My muscles are burning, and I'm struggling to keep up.
Ashton says,
"Hang on. We're almost safe. You can do it."
Every inch of me is screaming for oxygen, and I don't know how much longer I can keep running. I stumble and am about to land on my face when Ashton magically breaks my fall.
"I'll slow down. We're almost there."
His kind words make me push through the pain, and I keep moving as quickly as I can. When I see a cave entrance, I lunge with my last bit of energy and fall to the ground.
Ashton lifts me into his arms and walks deeper into the dark underground. I'm so tired, I want to cry, and my worry for Keith is strong.
"Ashton, what about Keith?"
"Brady was on his way to help, and they'll communicate with us soon. He'll be fine. He’s trained for this."
The air in the dark space is humid but not cold as we move farther in. The passage has become too narrow for us, and Ashton sets me down. He says,
"We need to shift back."
The popping and crunching of our bones echo off the moist walls as we become human again. Ashton takes my hand without a word and leads me forward. It's too dark to see, but a dim light is ahead, and I can't help imagining what his ass looks like as it flexes in front of me.
Brady's voice comes through.
"Keith, Taylor, and I are home. Are you safe?"
I reply,
"Yes. Taylor? Did she become a werebear?”
And I hear Ashton's answer.
"We found a cave. We'll stay until I think it's okay to leave."
Carly's voice breaks through.
"Sierra! Oh my God, I'm so glad you’re free. You're the craziest best friend ever, and I love you."
Realization that I’ll see Carly again rushes through me. "I love you, too."
There's so much I want to tell her, but it’s going to have to wait. Ashton and I have entered a small opening with moonlight filtering through a crevice in the ceiling, and Ashton's massive body is on display for me as the shadows define his masculine glory.
He's still holding my hand and pulls me gently to wrap an arm around my waist. I place my palm against his chest. His heart thumps beneath warm skin, and he leans down to kiss me. This time, I want the moment to last, and we take our time tasting each other.
I begin to tremble as Ashton moves down my neck with his lips, leaving a trail of my true mate on my body. He seems to know I need to wash Victor from my being, and he continues to lick and nip at as much of me as he can.
When Ashton's teeth graze my nipple, I let my moan escape and grasp his shoulders tightly. Sinewy muscle flexes beneath my fingers as he moves down my body and tantalizes my desire.
He lowers to his knees. "I need to taste you." His hands part my thighs gently as I widen my stance. The methodical stroking of his tongue lulls me into a wave of pleasure that crashes and takes me beyond reality. I cry out, "Ashton!"
Before I can collapse, I'm swooped up and set down on a cool rock shelf. It’s wide enough for both of us, and Ashton climbs over me as I lie down. I reach for his cock and grip him tightly as he moans in appreciation.
"I can't decide if I need you in my mouth or in me right now. I want both."
"We have the rest of our lives for all that you want, but I think you need me inside of you, Sierra. You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know why."
He lifts my hips off the hard surface to protect my back as he enters slowly. I welcome him with my entire being. We make love this time with more than our flesh. We come together with our hearts
and
our souls.
