Worshiped By The Bear Kings - Complete (15 page)

CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN

It was so different.

So different
than it had been with Brad.

So different
than it had been with the two of them together.

Where she had
more of an intellectual connection with Brad, Spike was obsessed with her body.
He kissed it in every place you could think of. He teased it. Tickled it. To be
tended to like this, with such detail and care, wasn’t anything like Jasmine
had experienced before. He was opening up to her. Showing her his true self.

His true
bear.

When he
penetrated her, it felt absolutely amazing. Such a build up to it. Such relief
and pleasure lost in his vague and lustful expression. He placed his hands on
her breasts while he thrusted her hips to hers, fucking her. Jasmine knew she
did feel safe with him. And for whatever reason, this was part of that safety.

But he wanted
more than what was the ordinary. He wanted her in every position.

At his lead,
Jasmine got up and turned around, kneeling on in the middle of the bed, on all
fours. It was the most vulnerable place for her to be like this. With her bear
behind her, knowing he could do anything to her. But with Spike it didn’t feel
the least bit awkward. It just came naturally.

Before he
entered her, he pressed his tongue against the outer lips of her vagina. He
spread them apart gently. Licked inside there. She felt him also, dragging his
tongue in and out of her asshole. She remembered that part from when she had
had mated with the bear kings earlier. But she wasn’t sure who had licked her
ass then – whether it was Thunder or Spike. Perhaps it was both of them.

At this
point, he entered her again from behind, and she forced herself back into him,
with as much effort as she could muster.

Soon he took
over.

He grabbed
hold of her cheeks and started ramming her as hard as he could. She could hear
him panting. She could feel the sweat falling from his body. His cock was so
hot, so moist with premature ejaculate, that Jasmine knew she’d be happy if
he’d just fuck her like this forever.

And then,
whenever it was, she felt his cock shiver a bit, as though it was tensing as
hard as it possibly could. Spike growled, as if the holding off from cumming
was so difficult it caused him pain, and then, just when she was sure neither
of them could take it no more, he came hard into her, letting out vociferous
roars of conquest and pleasure as he did so.

Then when he
was finished, Spike fell back on the bed beside her and whispered three audible
words:

“I love you.”

CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN

The backstage to the arena was a
total mess. Piles upon piles of security guards lay ravaged on the ground,
wincing in pain. There was glass everywhere. Props and costumes had been
destroyed. The great grizzly bear that was Thunder Brad, buried his head
underneath the corridor to the dressing rooms. A group of people who were
rushing to the aid of the commotion stopped in their tracks and screamed upon
his emergence. Then they turned. And ran.

Brad stopped
outside the nearest change room. The words ‘Lady Thistle’ were printed on their
in golden capitals, with an array of silver stars posted all around it. Brad
pushed the door open with his paw and found the star of the show sitting in
front of the mirror combing her hair, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

As soon as he
saw her, his heart almost leapt from his chest. This was his and Spike’s
forgotten friend. Their long lost lover. It had been so long, and she was even
more beautiful in the flesh than on the billboards surrounding this place.

She didn’t
look up. She just kept on combing as he entered.

Brad sighed,
almost annoyed by her lack of recognition. He shifted into his human form and
went to her.

“Did I say
you could come in?” Lynette said brightly.

Brad stopped.

“The polite
thing is to at least knock first.”

“I’m sorry,”
Brad murmured. “Lynette, will you look at me? It’s me Thunder.”

She shot him
a glance.

“I thought we
already said our goodbyes.”

“Please,”
Brad said. “You’re not still angry at us are you?”

“No,” Lynette
replied. “Just you. Spike wanted us to be together, remember?”

“It was a different
time then,” Brad argued. “There were rules we had to follow. It would have been
too dangerous.”

“It’s too
late for this,” Lynette said. She stopped brushing. “Well, hurry up and tell me
what you’re really here for.”

“Right.” Brad
approached and leant against the edge of her desk.

“Please
don’t,” she muttered. “There’s a chair over there.”

Brad went and
got the chair from the corner. He moved it to her side and sat down.

She turned to
face him. “How’s that wife of yours by the way? The one who was better than
me.”

“I don’t want
to talk about her,” Brad said crossly. “If you knew what had happened to her…”

Lynette’s
lips twitched. “Hunter?”

“Yes,” Brad
said. “But how can you be so cold about it?”

“I told you
that was no place for you to settle your tribe. Anyway … Forgive me. Let’s not
waste anymore time.”

Brad blinked.
“My tribe, the Uthuro have been taken.”

“What do you
mean taken?”

“Hades and
the Destair burnt down our forest. Spike and I made it, but they took the rest
of us with them. Now, I am forced to come here and ask for your help.”

“What is it?”
Lynette asked. “What favor is required?”

“Hades wants
a sit down with your father.”

“Ha, ha, ha,
you’re kidding, right?”

“No.”

Lynette shook
her head. “What does he want that for?”

“He believes
the lions are guardian to some secret islands. He’s interested in them. He
wants to unite the shifters together and live there in unity.”

“You believe
that?”

“I had to ask
you,” Brad said. “For my people.”

“Hmm.”
Lynette smiled. “It appears we have a spy in our ranks. A rather nasty spy.”

“Well. I –”

She leant
forward. “Where is he getting this information, eh? Did you figure that one
out?”

“He has a
partner,” Brad said. “He’s formed an alliance with the Ice Storm panthers.”

Lynette’s
eyes narrowed. “Oh no. Don’t tell me…”

“What is it?”

“My father
was afraid this might happen. I can see now it is beginning.”

“What is
beginning?”

“There is no
alliance. Those panthers will come in and destroy everything. The Uthuro. The
Destair. The lions. Every shifter that walks the earth.”

“But they’re
just panthers,” Brad protested. “Why would they do that?”

“Because they
aren’t just panthers,” Lynette said. “They’re creatures from hell.”

CHAPTER
NINETEEN

There was a knock on the front door
to Jasmine’s house.

She and Spike
sat up in bed and looked at each other.

“Who do you
think that is?” Spike asked.

“I don’t
know,” Jasmine replied.

Spike got out
of bed. He began putting on his pants. “I’ll go see who it is.”

Jasmine
watched for a bit, somewhat dazzled. Spike went to leave the room.

“Just wait a
moment,” Jasmine hissed.

He turned
back. “What?”

“I’ll look
through the window first.”

She walked
past him through the hallway to the front door and into the lounge room. She
then went to the shut blind and peered out behind it.

Two police
officers.

“Shit,” she
grumbled. “It’s the cops.”

“The cops?”
Spike muttered, seeming shaken up.

“Go into the
back room. Through the kitchen and to your left. Hide there while I deal with
them.”

“Okay,” Spike
said, hurrying off in that direction.

Jasmine
walked back into her bedroom to grab a bathrobe, whilst the police knocked on
the door again.

“Coming,” she
sang out.

Once she was
covered up properly she opened the door.

The two cops
stared down at her.

“Oh sorry to
disturb you,” the first one said. “Uh, are you Jasmine Whiley?”

“Yes, that’s
me.”

“Well, listen
I know you’ve had a bit of trouble today. We’ve got all sorts of reports going
through our screen. But eventually we’re going to need to talk to you in
relation your whereabouts this afternoon.”

“My
whereabouts?”

“May I ask
you, Ms. Whiley, whether there’s anyone in the house at the moment?”

“No, there is
not.”

“Do you mind
if we come in?”

“Is that
necessary?”

The police
officers looked at each other.

“Oh not
really,” the second one said. “It’s just that one of our suspects has been
trying to reach you here for some reason, and we’re concerned he might show up
here tonight.”

“Really?
Why?”

“It’s just
what our reports have said. So he hasn’t come here then?”

“No,” Jasmine
said.

“Okay. We’ll
be close by anyway. In case anything happens.”

“Thank you,”
Jasmine said, trying to close the door.

“Just
remember you will need to be questioned in regards to –”

“Yes, yes,
yes.”

Jasmine
closed the door. Locked it.

She ran
quickly out to the back room where Spike was.

“What did
they want?” he asked.

“They were
looking for you,” Jasmine replied.

“Oh. That
figures.”

“How did they
know you would be here?”

“It doesn’t
matter,” Spike said.

“Was it the
Mage?”

“What? Oh no.
No, I tried to get information from one of the rangers. They must have figured
out from him.”

“I guess
we’ll have to be quiet now.”

“Oh,” Spike
smiled. “That could be difficult.”

Jasmine
grinned and hugged him.

He hugged her
back.

Knock, knock,
knock.

“Now what?”
Jasmine growled.

“It’s okay,”
Spike said. “I’m right here if you need me. Just shout my name and I’ll be
right there.”

“I’m sure you
will.”

Jasmine went
back out to the front door and opened it.

The cops
again.

“Miss, we
really would feel a lot better if we could search the –”

“Oh come on,”
Jasmine complained. “I’m all by myself here and I’m trying to get some sleep.”

“I understand
that,” the officer said. “But if you just –”

He was cut
off mid sentence again, but this time not by Jasmine.

A dark figure
had moved in from behind them at the speed of light and knocked them to the
ground with one giant pounce.

Jasmine
backed away, her mouth hanging open.

The creature
on top of the cops stared at her, with wildly bright red eyes. It was a
panther.

“SPIKE!”
Jasmine screamed.

The panther
looked down at the cops pleading for help, then it opened its mouth.

Out came a
ball of fire.

CHAPTER
TWENTY

Jasmine slammed the door shut with a
bang just as Spike dived into the hallway.

“What is it?”
he cried. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a
panther outside!” Jasmine exclaimed.

“A panther?
But –”

The door
rattled as the panther outside pounded into it.

“Fucking
hell!” Jasmine shrieked.

“Where’s the
back door?” Spike asked.

“Through the
backroom,” Jasmine replied.

“Well, get
out of here,” Spike said. “I’ll deal with it myself.”

“Okay, okay…”
Jasmine said in a panic.

She ran into
kitchen and looked back, to see Spike morph into his grizzly bear. He might be
able to defeat the creature even if it was breathing fire, but there was no
guarantee. Jasmine had frozen.

The door
rattled again as the force outside charged into it.

Jasmine
wasn’t sure if she should run or stay and fight.

Spike turned
and growled at her, angry that she hadn’t retreated. Jasmine bowed her head and
began heading round to the back room.

As she turned
however, two more panthers burst through the kitchen window.

She screamed
crazily as they jumped on top of her.

Spike bounded
to her aide as the front door collapsed and the sound of more than just one
panther entered the house.

The two on top
of Jasmine snarled and lashed their claws out at the grizzly.

Spike swung
back and knocked both of them off her. He scooped Jasmine up and ran with her
into the back room. She then jumped through his grasp and closed the door.

They both ran
to the back door, but found there were more panthers pounding out there.

“What are
they doing here?” Jasmine cried. “Why is this happening?

Both the back
door and the door they came in collapsed at the same time. Spike did his best
to fend off the first three that came at him, but there was just too many. By
the time they had both surrendered and were on the floor quivering, there were
nearly fifteen panthers in the back room.

A path was
cleared.

A man was
entering.

Both Jasmine
and Spike looked up at the same time to see it was the Arch Baron, Gaspar
Travis.

“Don’t kill
him,” Gaspar said to his panthers. “He’s still of value to us.”

Gaspar
stopped in front of Jasmine and offered her his hand.

Spike growled
angrily.

“Don’t
worry,” Gaspar said mockingly. “I’m just going to borrow her for a bit.”

In a burst of
fury, Spike sent the six panthers holding him down flying across the room and
leapt up to Gaspar.

Out from the
middle of his murderous eyes shot a red beam directed at Spike. When it hit
him, Spike’s fur exploded into flames.

“No!” Jasmine
shrieked. “No, no, no!”

Gaspar pulled
her from the ground and slung her over his shoulder. He marched her out the
backdoor and then set her on the grass in front of him.

Jasmine
struggled to get back into the house but he blocked her path.

“Please do
not resist me,” Gaspar said. “If you do then I will kill him.”

Jasmine
stopped. Tears fell from her eyes as the rage burned within her.

Gaspar
grinned.

“I don’t
understand,” Jasmine said. “What do you want with me? I’m just an ordinary
girl.”

“No, you’re
not,” Gaspar replied matter-of-factly.

He then
morphed into his panther. He walked up to her and opened his mouth and spoke in
a human voice.

“Get on my
back.”

“Why? What
for?”

“If you get
on, I’ll tell you why you’re so special.”

Perplexed,
Jasmine climbed aboard the panther.

“Now tell
me,” Jasmine demanded.

“Inside your
belly, you carry my nephew of darkness.”

“What?”
Jasmine cried. “Does that mean –?”

“Yes, Quraal
was my brother.”

At these
words, a pair of giant, dragon-like wings shot out of the panther’s back and he
pounced up into the air, carrying Jasmine with him, into the dark recesses of
the nighttime sky.