Southern Shifters: Bearly Dreaming (Kindle Worlds Novella) (10 page)

He nodded, his face intense, his eyes locked with mine as he slid inside. Slowly. Inch by glorious inch. I took all of him, rocking forward when he slid deep, stretching around him until his hips were pressed firmly against mine. Until he filled me, made me ache in the best way. I reached back, grabbing his ass, keeping him tight as I rocked a little. Testing. Adjusting. And then I sighed.

His thrusts were long and deep, needful. Not rushing but speeding up with every press, directing us to where we needed to be. His hand slid down the front of me, fingers finding my clit. Stroking me. Making my orgasm come on faster, harder. And fuck, I wanted to reach that point with him. Wanted to come on his dick. Wanted to shake and shiver with him deep inside me.

I clenched my muscles around him, wanting more, needing him to give me everything. Craving his bite. He bent over my back, licked my neck, his chest rumbling as he nuzzled a particularly hot spot on my neck. As he fucked me hard enough to lift me off my toes on every thrust. Still, I pushed back against him, wanting it, trying to tell him how much I needed his mark with my body. Waiting for his teeth. For his mating bite.

“Fuck,” I hissed, watching as my cock slid deep inside my mate. Her body was so small compared to mine, her pussy so tight and hot. “Fucking perfect.”

Leaning over her back, I slid my hand between her legs, finding her clit. I needed her to come, to feel good, before I could bite her. Wanted it like nothing else. Luckily, I could read her body. She may not have been able to tell me with words what felt good, but I paid attention to her reactions. The way she shivered when I pushed deep and circled my hips. The hungry breaths as I fucked her faster. How her legs shook when my fingers circled her clit, pushing harder on each pass until I found the right pressure. Yeah, we didn’t need words. All I had to do was pay attention to her body, and she’d tell me everything I needed to know.

I kept playing with her, pushing deep, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Hard enough to knock her off her feet. Waiting for the right sign. Next time I had her in my bed, I wanted her to ride me. Wanted to see her eyes close as I touched her, watch her face as she came. Next time…there would be lots of next times. I just had to complete the mating ritual first.

Harder, faster, I thrust, keeping my fingers moving between her lips. She shivered and pushed back against me, grunting on each deep push. Driving me wild with her uncontrollable noises. I nuzzled that magic spot on her neck, the mark meant for me, the place where I would sink my teeth and connect us forever. Not yet, though. Had to wait. Needed her to get there first. No matter how much I craved the feel of her pussy spasming around me.

“Please, baby. Fuck, I can’t last.” I knew she couldn’t hear me, but I needed to talk. Filthy fucking words had been dropping from my lips the entire time, words I couldn’t help but say. Soon, she’d understand them. She’d read my lips and know how wild she drove me, how crazy I was for the feel of her. Soon. Once I bit her, claimed her. Once she was mine forever.

As her walls began to flutter, I pushed deep, pressing her clit harder, readying myself for the onslaught. And then she was coming, her pussy milking me, pulling me deeper, making me growl in a most inhuman way. It felt so good. So right. And that spot on her neck, that place I’d been eyeing, practically glowed. Calling me home. Showing me the way. I sank my teeth deep as I came, squeezing my eyes shut and riding out every tremor. Every bit of release. Every fucking shiver down my spine.

Nyla collapsed on the mattress, pulling me with her, my teeth still embedded in her flesh. Refusing to let go. I wrapped my body around hers, practically purring my happiness. We were connected. My bite would stop the visions that had been haunting her and bind us together for eternity. I’d be able to feel her, track her, know how and where she was. Just as she would me. Always.

In the world of shifters, she was officially mine.

When I finally let go with my jaws, Nyla turned in my arms, face flushed and eyes bright. Watching me as I stared down at her. I waited, hoping the delusions were over. Never wanting to see her shy away from my touch again. That moment had gutted me, killing a little piece of my heart. I’d been so afraid she’d lost whatever hold on reality that she’d had left, terrified I’d have to claim her when she wasn’t aware of what was happening. I didn’t know if I could have done it, could have forced her to submit to me while she was so terrified. And I was thankful as fuck I would never have to find out.

She smiled, soft and sweet, and made a sign I knew. One I remembered from the videos online. One I had yet to say to her but that I felt as well. One that cemented her place in my heart.

Forever.

White. It blanketed the earth, stretching as far as the eye could see. Kian had said the snow here could get quite deep, but this was more than just snow. This was a world of white. Of nothing. Of newness.

Kian jumped in front of me, grinning as he tightened the scarf around my neck.

“Bundle up. I don’t want you to be cold,” he signed. I wanted to reply, but he’d put three layers of gloves on my hands and topped it off with a large mitten meant to keep everything waterproof. He could walk around out here in the cold with little more than a sweater on. I had to be dressed as if I was visiting the arctic tundra.

Which I guess I almost was.

He made sure I was covered in blankets within the sled, then placed his bag of clothes on my lap.

“Ready?” he signed, eyes wide as he watched mine. Kept his focus on me. Spoke and signed the way I’d been teaching him. “I need to change.”

I nodded, knowing his kind of changing and mine were two completely different things. Within a blink, he’d changed into a giant white bear, the process still magical and amazing for me to watch. He approached slowly, as he always did the first time after a shift. I waited, patient, knowing what was coming. Understanding what he wanted. He walked right up to the sled and leaned in, bumping his nose with mine. Nuzzling me. That greeting was such a bear thing, but I loved it. Loved that he did it in his human form as well.

When Kian’s bear was satisfied, he turned and lumbered to the front of the sled where a rope lay in the snow. He grabbed the rope in his teeth and pulled, dragging the sled—and therefore me—across the snow and into the woods.

Tonight, we were celebrating.

Six. It’d been six months since the night of our mating. We’d gotten to know each other extremely well in that time. We’d fought, of course, but we’d also loved. We’d learned how to show our care and our anger, how to deal with the frustration of a limited way to communicate, and we’d taught each other how to compromise. He couldn’t handle learning American Sign Language because of how different the sentence structure was than what he knew, so we were both learning SEE, or Signed Exact English, instead. I couldn’t handle being trapped in that cabin every day, so he was taking me into town when he left to head out to the ice packs to hunt so I could spend my days with Audrey. Compromise.

The sun was setting by the time we reached the bluff overlooking the bay. It was beautiful up here, but tonight, he promised me a true show. Already, the sky had a glow to it, colors dancing in front of the stars. But I knew it would get brighter as the night went on. So did Kian, which was why he’d bundled me up so well. We were going to be out here for a while.

Once he wrangled the sled into the spot he wanted, he grabbed the bag from my lap and walked around the back of the sled. I assumed he was shifting back to his human form and getting dressed, though it didn’t matter. I knew he’d come to me when he was ready.

And he did. He slipped down behind me, sliding under the blankets and wrapping his arms and legs around me before covering us up. I pointed at the sky and looked over my shoulder, hoping he knew what I was asking. He pulled one hand back and signed the letters for “soon.” I nodded, lying back against him and enjoying the view. Enjoying my time with him.

This was what I’d wanted. A true match. A man to love and spend the rest of my life with. And I did love him. Desperately and completely, just as I knew he loved me. We said it with more than words and hand motions, though. We showed it in our actions, in the way we treated each other, how we worked as a couple.

In the simplest terms, he tried hard to learn my language and culture so we could communicate, and I kept an open mind and accepting attitude about the fact that he turned into a bear and hunted adorable seals.

And yet, at the end of the day, when we cuddled into our big bed and burrowed under the down comforter, when we met in the middle, skin on skin, there was nothing that mattered but him and me. The love I felt in his hands and kiss, the way he showed me every single day how much he loved me back with his touch. And how I responded, caring for him, making sure he was just as happy and satisfied as I was. Those were our true moments of grace, of togetherness. Of us.

So it was no surprise to me when, an hour after the sky had lit up with the light show, he rolled me underneath him. He didn’t remove all my clothes, just slid a few strategic pieces out of the way so he could touch and tease. And when it got to be too much, when I begged for him with my sighs and the way I clutched his shoulders, he slid inside of me. Staring into my eyes. Letting me know how much he wanted me. How much I meant to him.

“Love you,” I mouthed, smiling, clinging to him.

He smiled
that
smile, the same one he’d given me the night we exchanged names. The one that showed the joy in his soul and proved how happy I made him. My smile.

“Love you, too, Nyla. Forever.”

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I’d just like to say thank you to the talented Eliza Gayle for offering me the chance to play around in the world she built. If you’ve never read the Southern Shifters series, I suggest you check it out! If you have read Eliza's world and want more, check out these other amazing authors and stories. 

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A storyteller from the time she could talk, Ellis grew up among family legends of hauntings, psychics, and love spanning decades. Those stories didn’t always have the happiest of endings, so they inspired her to write about real life, real love, and the difficulties therein. From farmers to werewolves, store clerks to witches—if there’s love to be found, she’ll write about it. Ellis lives in the Chicago area with her husband, daughters, and a giant dog who hogs the bed.

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This book is dedicated to reader Judy Lewis for offering up a name that fit the story beautifully. 

To Anna, Caren, and Esher...thank you for all your support, your kicks in the tail, and your cheerleading. 

To Lisa...thank you for everything. There aren't enough words to express how much I appreciate you and your guidance.

To Mr. Bree...for doing your best to keep me from being insensitive. Sorry to have interrupted your game.

And finally, to my readers...thank you for keeping me motivated and for making me excited to sit at my dining room table until all hours of the night making things up. You all rock!

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