Grayslake: More than Mated: UnBearable Secrets (Kindle Worlds Novella) (4 page)

Chapter Eight

Sam

Sam spent the rest of the day getting his affairs in order, telling Lucy that she would have to find a new handyman, packing up some of his things, and pulling out a map to figure out where he was headed next. He had been constantly moving for two years, and Grayslake was the longest he had been anywhere. He had a real job, a stable roof over his head, hot food in his belly every night, and now, he had to give it up. Once again his birthright was hauntingly close to catching up to him.

It wasn't that he didn't want to run his part of Louisiana; he was prepared to be a clan leader. But his father wasn't giving up. And as soon as some of the clan members started mentioning that Sam should be taking over shortly, his father had snapped. He banished anyone who spoke out against him, and anyone who spoke out twice was dead. Sam's mother had convinced him to leave in the middle of the night and never turn back. Whenever the old man did finally kick the bucket he would go back and take over the territory, that is, if his father hadn’t given it to someone else by then. He was constantly starting battles with the wolves and the mountain lions. Sam wasn’t even sure there’d be a clan to go back to in the end. But that wasn't his focus right now. As he pored over the map he picked a few places up in New England where he could go. Places where nomads were accepted. He could continue to fly under the radar of different clans, maybe find a place in the mountains to hide out for a couple months. He had saved up a little bit of cash, and it would be enough to get something rustic. And he didn't mind hunting for his food. As the sun started to set, he heard a knock on his door.

“Sam! Oh Sam, I'm so glad you're here.” Lucy looked distraught. That woman was always a little bit tightly wound, and stress got to her a little bit too easily, but this was more than usual.

“What's the matter, Lucy?”

She stood trembling in front of him. “I told the guest, what is that girl’s name?”

“Olivia?”

“Yes her, I told her where to run in the woods. She said she wanted to go on a hike, but that was so early this morning. And she's not back. She said she'd be back in time for dinner, though you haven’t come down to eat either.”

He sighed. “Just looking over some maps. I'm going to go visit family up north.”

“Oh? That's where you’re headed next?”

He nodded, attempting to confirm his lie. “I'm sure Olivia is fine.”

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“But I will go over to the hiking trail to check and make sure.”

She clapped her hands together. “Thank goodness! I'm just so worried about her. She seems like such a sweet girl, and new to the area. Those paths can get very confusing at night. And you know, there’s bears in those woods!”

Sam smiled at her; if she only knew what Olivia truly was. He half expected to find a bear wandering around the woods rather than the sweet girl she was referring to.

He grabbed his jacket off of the chair that sat in his room and walked toward the front door as she continued chattering. He barely heard what she was saying as he left.

Chapter Nine

Olivia

She had been throwing rocks into the water for hours. This was the closest she’d been to any body of water since the incident.

She heard the crunching of stones behind her, recognizing the footsteps.

“Hi Sam,” she said without turning around.

“Olivia,” he said as he sat down next to her. She looked over to him and saw that he had dark jeans on and flannel shirt. He was carrying a jacket. His hands rested on his knees as he surveyed her.

“Lucy sent you, didn't she? Thinking I was lost?”

He laughed at her. “Well, are you?”

“What?”

“Lost. I mean I assumed that you weren't, but I also don't know many people that sit by the lake after dark.”

She shuddered. “I haven't been to a lake in a long time.”

“Your bear isn’t a big swimmer? I prefer the river myself. Get to catch some live fish. Nothing is better for dinner than fish.”

She chewed on her lower lip.

“You're not a fish eater?”

A single tear slipped on her face. “It's not bad.” She felt the tears trickling at the backs of her eyes, and she knew she couldn't continue to hold the dam that was forcing them back. But Sam wouldn’t judge her. He didn't know everything that had gone on, who she was. She could just tell him the truth and he could judge for himself without any outside opinions. “My sister drowned in a lake.”

She looked over at him as the tears started streaming down her face and she saw his mouth drop open. “She drowned? When?”

Olivia was blubbering now but she couldn't help it. “Six months ago. She and my brothers and I were messing around swimming one night. She went underwater just for a moment. I didn't think anything of it. We'd been swimming for hours, and she wasn't as strong of a swimmer as the rest of us but I didn't think…”

Sam wrapped his jacket around her with concern etched into his face. “Of course you didn't. No one would think that.”

She threw her hands up, exasperated. “But everyone does! Everyone blames me. My brothers had gone back to the shore, and I was the only one out there with her. And I still don't know what happened! One minute she was there, the next minute all that I could see were air bubbles. I dove down to get her. It was too late. I swam as hard as I could and I dragged her onto the shore and nothing helped. She was just gone.”

“I'm so sorry,” Sam said solemnly.

“I thought that there would be more, you know? A struggle. Something to tell me that she was in trouble. But her death was silent. And it happened so fast. I can hardly remember the details even though I've gone over them a thousand times. With my parents, my clan, the police, and then everyone who asked questions for the past six months. I came here to escape. But I realize that I'm never going to get away from it.”

She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Sam put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into him. He smelled like the woods, and she inhaled deeply, pulling his scent into her.

“We all have our secrets.”

“You have a secret?” She recalled the book he hid from her.

“Doesn't everybody?”

“I guess so. Hopefully yours is not as depressing as mine.” She attempted to mask her pain with an awkward laugh.

“Kinda, daddy issues.”

She nodded. “Family can be the worst.”

“Yeah. Does your family know how you feel? Because I'm kind of getting the impression that this is the first time you’ve let all of this out.”

She chewed on her lip for a moment. “I mean, I think they know. It's something we all struggle with, but maybe they don't realize how much I blame myself. My brothers feel guilty as well, but so much other stuff is going on that we never talk about it.”

“Then maybe you should. They can’t help you if you don't let them. You have to let people in, Olivia.”

“I think that's what I'm doing.” She looked up at him, his messy blonde hair falling into his dark brown eyes. His seductive lips pulled her into him. “Aren't I?”

He leaned forward and placed a hasty kiss on her lips. Warmth surged through her body and suddenly, she felt overly connected to the world around her. The rustle of wind through the leaves, the crisp of the air prickling the back of her neck, the water lapping onto the shore. It was like everything that was around her was suddenly inside of her. And the warmth coming off of Sam was unrivaled. In that moment, he was everything. He put his hand up onto her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her even closer. He laid back against the rocks and she fell onto his body. He bit her lower lip playfully and her want for him only became stronger. Sam was so delicious and made her feel so free—maybe her escape from home wasn't so much of a place as it was a person.

Chapter Ten

Olivia

Olivia awoke to find herself in her bed with Sam covering her with a blanket. It was still dark outside.

“Where are you going?” They had stayed out most of the night watching the stars. She wanted to relive the experience in the hallway from earlier but she was a blubbering mess, and she appreciated that he didn’t try anything more than kisses. But now that she had slept for a few hours, her lust was back with a vengeance.

“To my room.”

“Why?”

“To sleep, we both need sleep.”

She was still groggy. “Wait, did you bring me back from the lake?”

“Well, yeah,” he said, shrugging. “I wasn’t going to sleep with rocks in my back all night.”

He put his hand on the doorknob.

“Stay,” she requested.

“What?”

“Stay. Let’s finish.”

“Finish what?”

“The hallway, my tank top. Let’s finish.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He locked the door instead and climbed onto the bed with her.

Olivia growled as she started to stroke his arms. She had never wanted to be anyone’s mate. She loved the idea of being free. Olivia had spent her whole life being told what to do and she was taking the opportunity to do whatever she wanted to do in Grayslake. It was the first time that she had truly escaped from home. This was the first time in her life that she could lose control, yet wanting something and knowing what to do with it once you had it were two completely different things. But she knew she wanted Sam.

“I want you,” Sam said as he turned to face her. Moments ago, she was sleeping as he had carried her to her bed. Now, she was wide awake and wanting him in ways that she had fantasized over the last few days. She had made that apparently clear to him. She needed satisfaction and Sam was the one to do it. She moved closer toward him but fumbled around. She was trying to rip his clothes like a bear with no paws. He held on to her arms and then inhaled. “Breathe like me. Don’t let your bear take over.”

“I won’t, I can handle it.” But could she? She could feel the familiar twinge of the change descending upon her, this had never happened before. At least not in bed. Shit, he was hot, but hot enough for her bear to come out? This was new.

“Look at me!” Sam commanded, holding on to her arms. She was moving from side-to-side, growling like a wild beast, and he could have taken her. She knew it. Even in human form, he was bigger than she was as a bear. “You ruin this bed and we’ll both be in trouble.”

She laughed, relaxing, and her bear began to calm down.

His cock was telling her otherwise, but as Olivia started to listen and he moved on top of her, she continued to relax. She knew that if she didn’t she would lay on the bed alone. He wouldn’t take her, and the craving that she had burning deep inside of her, driving her insane would only get worse if she screwed this up.
Calm down, bear!
She didn’t lust after anyone. Only Sam.

“Sorry, I lost control.” Olivia stopped panting and slowly started to manage her breathing. Sam knew that he had the upper hand. He tugged at her shirt and once he got sight of her breasts their roles were reversed. She was at his mercy now.

Olivia was aggressive as he held her in his arms so tightly and faced her. Only the moonlight flooded the room and she knew he could see her dark hair covering her breasts. He sunk his head into them as if he had never touched breasts before. He didn’t hesitate in helping her unclasp her bra. “They’re beautiful,” he hummed as he started to delicately lace his tongue to her nipples. Olivia smiled at the idea that Sam had found her breasts beautiful—to her they were small and could fit into his big, powerful hands. The more Sam devoured her breasts, he growled as she started to tug at her pants.

She could see his cock was erect, and as he took a moment, her sex ached to be taken by Sam. Her nipples were erect and missed the touch of his tongue and lips, which blew gentle kisses on her body as he started to remove her panties with his teeth.

She laughed as they snapped in between her legs, “You’re so damn wet!” he snarled as he rubbed his fingers in between her legs. Just enough for her to anticipate his touch, but not close enough to her pussy to satisfy her.

“I want you,” she purred as she moved her back from side-to-side like an eel on the bed.

“I need you to breathe gently, deep breaths,” he said as he tracked his fingers inside her legs. The smell of her pussy was too much for him to bear. He rubbed his body against her and she felt the roughness of his skin against hers. Her animal instincts had to be controlled as he hovered above her, and then he fucked her mouth with his tongue. Sam overpowered her and as Olivia tried to regain her breath, flicking his tongue around her mouth. Olivia felt helpless, as if there was nothing more she could do—her body could no longer arch as Sam laid more of his weight on top of hers. He was totally in control and she was loving every second of it.

That was when Olivia could feel his cock so near to her sex, it took her by surprise. With just one movement it would enter inside of her, and she wanted him so badly. So she took her hand and put his cock in the right direction.

Sam smirked and said, “When I say so. You need to know that I’m in control. If I wanted it in, I would have put it in.”

Olivia was surprised that the shy guy that she was watching the stars with had turned into a complete animal in the bedroom. He undressed her and himself. There was nothing that she could do but wait for him. That was when she relaxed; she knew that she was no longer in control and instead of trying to fight it, Sam relieved her. Gave her the pleasure that she desired by sticking his cock in gently at first and then deeper inside of her.

“Uhhh,” she moaned as he finally filled her. Her wetness enabled him to change angles and for his cock to go further inside of her.

“Good girl,” he said as he took her hand and held it and leaned to the side. Sam was conscious that sex with another shifter was different—there was a power struggle—but with Olivia, all sense of control and only empowerment was going to be her pleasure tonight.

Their bodies rubbed harder toward each other as they started to sweat from the intensity that they were experiencing.

“More!” she pleaded as she could see when she did manage to open her eyes that Sam was watching her.

He smirked as he moved directly on to her. No longer giving her mercy, but giving her everything that she had requested and more.

He used his big hands to grab her tiny ass and he thrust himself deeper inside of her. The more she screamed the harder he did it, and she scratched his back so that she could transpire the painful pleasure that he was inflicting on her.

“ARRRHH,” Olivia screamed as Sam thrust all the way back and then quickly forward. He did that a few times, pumping her and letting Olivia know that she requested more and that was what he was giving to her.

“More?” he shouted and Olivia repeated the same thing. The bed was rocking and making so much noise. So much for not breaking the bed. The screams from Olivia made Sam only move faster and push her closer to the edge. It was an encouragement for him to know that he could go on, but he was too excited; as much as he had restrained from coming earlier, he was way past his control at the moment.

“I’m coming!” he shouted as she picked up his rhythm.

She held the back of his neck and her words seemed to even surprise herself. “Let’s come together.”

Even through the climaxing and the amount of time that Sam had been going back and forth on top of Olivia, she wanted him so badly and had allowed herself to be completely at his mercy. At first it had frightened her—she had thought about going back home and not living this kind of life. A life that allowed others to take advantage of you, and in the case of Olivia, a life that had allowed her to fall in love with a complete stranger.

She reached up to kiss him. Again, Olivia started to feel tense, until Sam panted, “I’m coming.”

He sighed heavily and kissed her. “Are you okay?”

She knew she was quiet through her orgasm, but she had expended all of her vocal energy before she got to that point.

She nodded and smiled. “I’m so much more than okay. Even better than being better…” Olivia wasn’t making any sense. All she knew was that she needed more. Her pussy was hurting and feeling empty as Sam rolled to the side.

“Where you going?” she asked as she looped her arm into his, trying to get him to hold her in his arms.

“To my room?” He lifted an eyebrow at her and she fell into his deliciously chocolate eyes.

“I want more.”

Sam laughed at the fact that she seemed to enjoy using that word. “More?”

She nodded as she lay on his chest. “So much more.”