The Sheikh Bear (8 page)

One of the bears made a last tackle, throwing the other against the cabin walls. The wood split with a mighty crack.

The bear let out a last snarl, pushing itself back up to its paws amongst the rubble. It began to scramble away, but was stopped when the roof of the cabin shuddered and snapped, caving over the bear’s head and swallowing it whole.

Elle let out a cry, hoping that that hadn’t been her Malik. The lone bear watched the cabin collapse, haggard breaths escaping it as the last of the rubble settled into silence.

Darkness found its way around them once more and when Elle’s eyes adjusted, she could see the bear begin to shift and groan.

The large figure dwindled back into a familiar body, yet Elle dared not make a move, gripping to Priya’s unconscious frame tightly.

Finally, she saw dark liquid drip from his arm into the earth, and the sight alone made her gasp out in relief, before she was shouting.

“Zayn!” She called, and she saw him turn around.

“Elle…?” He called back, before he stumbled and fell.

Elle cried out when he fell over the earth. Placing Priya back over the ground, Elle hurried toward where Malik had fallen.

She reached around him, tried to help him stand from his knees.

“Are you hurt? How bad is it?” Elle asked, her hands shaking as she searched his body for more wounds.

“I’ll…I’ll be alright,” Malik said gently, before looking up at her.

“Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

Elle shook her head.

“I’m fine. But we need to get you out of here.”

“Where’s Priya?” Malik asked, suddenly sounding desperate to find the other woman.

“I’m alive,” Elle heard and when they turned around, Priya was standing just feet away, holding a hand to her ribs.

“She’s right, Zayn… we need to go.”

“Right.” Malik said, before turning his attention back in the direction of the fallen cabin.

“Kamal…” Priya spoke, voice sounding small. “Is he…?”

Malik turned away, pushing himself up to his feet with the help of Elle.

When he spoke, his voice was small and pain filled. “Let’s go home.”

The walk toward the car was strenuous as both Priya and Malik were injured, and despite Elle’s insistence, Priya took the wheel and drove them far away from the cabin.

The drive back was silent and heavy and for that entire time Elle could only stare out the window at the sky above before the gentle hum of the engine lulled her to an uneasy sleep.

Chapter 17

Three days later

“The matter is settled,” Priya’s voice was strong with conviction, her hazel eyes staring into the digital eyes of impressive figures of state.

One of them, was covered in special robes that signified his alliance to the Malik family, and his eyes narrowed at Priya’s announcement.

“Sheikh Zayn Abd al Malik is no longer in danger. His brother, Kamal Abd al Malik has been disposed of. So the biggest threat to the heir and the empire is no longer around to cause any more issues.”

“
You are certain Kamal is truly gone
?”

One of the men questioned in Arabic, looking uncertain.

“Please pardon our incredulity, Sheikha Priya Abdul al Hamik,” another man said this time in English.

“But this is not the first time Kamal has disappeared only to reappear to cause more havoc.”

“I can assure you,” Priya spoke, eyes flashing.

“Kamal is dead. Zayn himself slew him.”

A series of gasps followed at Priya’s revelation.

“If the council is pleased, then I must be excused. I must go see to the Sheikh’s well being.”

“He was wounded in the battle?”

“Yes, but it was nothing he cannot handle, Respected Sirs. I have already spoken to the Sheikh’s father, and he has been made aware of the matter.”

“What of the
gori
?” The first questioned.

“Can we be certain she can be trusted?”

At this, Priya smiled.

“There are few people here that I can trust with the Sheikh’s life, Master Mualim. Elle Roberts, surprisingly, has certainly proven herself to be one of them.”

Chapter 18

When Elle woke, she found herself over a large and comfortable bed, covered in a thin nightgown and fresh linens for sheets. It took her a moment for her to reorient herself when she spotted the tall figure standing feet away from the bed and staring out a long glass door.

A black robe settled over his shoulders, and in the dying light of day, the last of the sun’s rays curled over his figure like something out of a fairytale.

Elle sat up on the bed, not entirely sure how she got there.

“Zayn…?”

He gave a small start before turning to face her, his dark eyes now a piercing amber beneath the sunlight.

“Forgive me, did I wake you?”

Elle shook her head, frowning slightly.

“How did I get here?”

Malik smiled at her as he turned and approached her. The black robe fell over his chest, not covering much of his torso and exposing his powerful figure.

Her eyes fell over the ripples of flesh, remembering heatedly how that same body had pressed itself against hers in hard passionate friction.

“You fell asleep outside my waiting room,” Malik explained.

“So I had a couple of servants bring you here.”

The reminder of the battle made her rise to her feet, her eyes searching for signs of the wounds that Kamal had placed over his body. Instead, her eyes found none, surprising her.

She approached Malik, her hands reaching the skin of his torso worriedly. He remained still for her, watching her with a warm gaze as she trailed her fingertips over his skin.

“You were injured,” Elle said, meeting his eyes with a searching expression.

“I remember you being injured.”

“I was.” Malik said, nodding before lifting his hands to take hers.

“But… as you can remember, I’m not exactly a regular person.”

Elle glanced away, recounting her last conversation with Priya when they had arrived.

Elle had been treated for a bruise over her face and a few cuts on her body, and she was curious that they hadn’t been taken to a hospital. Priya soon appeared to explain that they had their own team of physicians and that Malik would be taken care of.

“You remember everything, do you not?”
Priya had questioned, hazel eyes digging into her own.

Elle had nodded solemnly.

“Yes. Could…could you tell me what is going on?”

To her surprise, Priya gave her a nod before taking a seat ahead of her.

“The first thing you need to know is that we are not the only ones of our kind in this world.”

“Priya told me of what you are,” Elle said after a moment, swallowing slowly.

“That you are known as Shifters.”

“That is correct.” Malik said.

Elle peered up into his eyes, taking in the curve of his jaw, the curl of his dark hair that teased his dark eyes.

“You are not a monster,” she said, but it wasn’t a question.

She was affirming something within herself, and Malik’s expression tightened somewhat.

“In a manner of speaking.” He said.

Elle shook her head, lifting one of her hands from his hold to gingerly place over his cheek.

For three days, she had been torn between a myriad of emotions. Anger, betrayal, confusion, heart-break, misunderstanding…

She had been furious over everything that had happened, and so she had been unable to do much aside from sitting down and listening to Priya’s explanation. For hours, Elle had contemplated through everything, had cried tears of such torn pain that she had half a mind to turn and run away.

But she couldn’t run away. She couldn’t hide anymore.

She would not hide from him.

Elle may not know much, she may not understand any of this, but in the time she had spent together with Malik, she felt like she had gotten to know him fairly well.

Even though all of this threw her for such a tailspin, now that she stood before this man and stared into his eyes, she wondered why she had doubted him so much these past couple of days.

“You may be an absolute and arrogant bastard, Zayn Abd al Malik,” she said, pronouncing his name with the same trill Priya had taught her.

He raised his brows at her words, but then she smiled, “You may be an infuriating idiot, but… you are not a monster.”

His eyes widened, lips parting for a disbelieving sigh to escape past his teeth.

Elle’s smile widened, she was probably in over her head, but she knew that there was no going back now. She didn’t want to go back anymore.

Reaching up, she pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss, one he returned with some caution. When she pulled away, she sensed a question in his eyes.

“Does this mean you have a crush on me, Miss Roberts?”

He asked and he was back to being the same Malik she had met and found herself falling for.

Rolling her eyes, Elle brought him back down to kiss her once more.

“Just kiss me, you moron.” She muttered against his mouth.

He chuckled against her mouth, but at her words, he suddenly dipped down to sweep her into his arms, yanking her body firmly against his.

Elle gasped against him, feeling their hips rub delightfully with the motion. Malik walked ahead, leading her blindly towards the bed in the large room.

When they collapsed against the covers, Elle let out a soft moan when she felt his hands run down her sides to hitch her legs over his hips, rubbing a clothed erection against her dampening heat.

She ran her fingernails up and down his back, peeling off the linen robe from his skin to expose him to her.

Malik followed suit, finding the hem of her nightgown before pushing the thin fabric up over her hips to expose her bare flesh to the cool air around them.

She felt her nipple harden in anticipation, her body shaking as he dipped down to worship gentle kisses over her neck and collarbone, paying special attention to the bruises Kamal had caused.

“I should’ve been there sooner,” Malik said, pausing to look down at her flesh with something akin to regret.

“You saved me,” Elle replied, fixing him with a reassuring smile.

“That’s all that matters.”

He bent down to press another warm kiss to her lips, drawing out pleasant moans from her throat as his fingers burned trails of pleasure down her skin before finding the swell of her breasts.

Elle arched her back into his touch, gasping a deep moan as she felt lust swirl within her blood and make her grind harder against his hips.

Malik ducked down, dragging his lips over the sensitive flesh of her chest.

“I want you, Elle…” Malik groaned, bucking against her hips and drawing out sweet moans from her throat.

“I want you.”

“I want you too,” Elle said, her body heating up with the need to connect them together again.

Malik pulled away, dragging himself down to her belly and lacing kiss after kiss against her skin.

Elle dragged her hands into his hair, pulling gently at the roots as she continued to buck against him.

In sheer moments, Malik had placed himself between her legs, his hot breath sending shivers through her body.

He pulled off her panties, sliding the material with such erotic slowness, Elle was certain to come apart if he didn’t touch her.

Her pleas were met by several kisses he placed against her trembling thighs. He disappeared from her vision the second she felt his tongue drag up her folds, Elle’s back arching tight like a strung bow.

His tongue flicked against her, making her see stars and pull her towards a careening climax.

Before she could attempt to stop him, her body began to twitch, her breath hitching high in a moan against the roof of her mouth.

Stars erupted in her blood, making her feel like she had been launched into outer space, surrounded by glorious sights and sensations that for a sure moment, Elle forgot her own name.

He pulled away after a moment of licking up her juices, and Elle lazily searched for him as her body rested from being yanked so thoroughly through a river of desire.

When he appeared back over her, he was grinning down at her, satisfied with her half-lidded expression and languid blinks.

“You alright there,
habibi
?”

“Hmm,” Elle mumbled back, “Is… is that all you got?”

He laughed again, dipping down to press a loving kiss against the corner of her mouth.

“Not to worry,
habibi
. I came prepared this time.”

Gently, she felt him lift her legs, noticing that he had settled a pillow beneath her lower back before he settled himself between her.

Both her legs rested against his shoulders and Elle couldn’t help but be grateful she took yoga for her P.E credit back in high school.

Malik pressed both of his hands on the back of her thighs, and she felt a familiar length rub against her core.

She let out a slow sigh, enjoying the sensation on her sensitive flesh.

“You feel amazing, Elle,” Malik said softly, and when she looked at him, she could see that familiar expression of profound pleasure make his face slacken delightfully.

“I hope you’re a little more ready for me this time.”

Elle nodded at him, her hands reaching up to grip to his biceps, the muscles curling tight beneath her fingertips.

“Make me feel good, Zayn.”

“My pleasure,” Malik said gently before aligning himself against her entrance.

He wasted no time before he was pushing into her, and the sensation of being filled once more by him made her feel so warm and content. It was a feeling of completion she hadn’t felt before and wondered how she had managed to find happiness without him now.

Slowly, he pumped into her, humming to himself when her walls fluttered around him, getting used to his size.

“Delicious,” he breathed, retracting his hips before pushing back into her.

Elle moaned, her legs tightening over his shoulders as he positioned himself back and forth against her.

He kept a steady pace, easing Elle down another orgasm that came around her like a warm hug. She came quietly this way, her lips parted wide to release a silent scream of satisfaction.

She wasn’t completely done with her orgasm, her walls clenching and shivering around his length when he pulled back and slammed back into her with newfound zeal.

Elle let out a scream, eyes popping open at the sensation, before she let out another gasp. Their breaths intermingled as he leaned forward, pounding into her and watching her body bounce with every slap of their hips.

“Z-Zayn, Zayn!” Elle screamed, her body spasming with every perfect thrust of his narrow hips.

Malik groaned in reply, sliding one of her legs off of his shoulder to shift her hips and provide them a different angle.

The change suddenly made him strike against a particular spot within Elle that made her let out a shriek, so loud that Zayn even threw a hand to cover against her lips.

“Too loud—
pant pant—
you’ll alert the entire city!”

He exclaimed but there was a wicked grin over his mouth and Elle was too far gone in sensations to care.

“
There, right there!
” She shouted against his palm, “
Don’t stop!”

Zayn wasted no more time, bucking hard against her and hitting her in that amazing place again and again, making Elle snap and turn with each earth shattering blow.

Sure enough, he was groaning against her, taking her leg over his head to slide behind her, his strong arm holding onto her leg as he proceeded to drill into Elle so thoroughly she was practically sobbing with satisfaction.

Eventually, it was far too much for both of them to carry on for much longer before Zayn was hitting his climax, bending down to dig his teeth against her neck as Elle let out another high pitched cry.

One of his hands gripped to her breast, massaging the globe of flesh with frantic touches and nearly overwhelming Elle completely.

He shuddered against her, his dick throbbing furiously inside her as her walls clamped down and milked and wrenched his orgasm from him.

When they both collapsed against the mattress, sweat soaked and gasping for air, Elle couldn’t help but allow her mind to fade away into a white field of bliss.

“Elle,” she heard Malik hum behind her.

“You’re a beautiful dream, Elle… and you’re all mine.”

His words made her heart soar, made her grin and make her feel incredibly confident, made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Turning around, she placed a sloppy kiss against his lips, giggling airily.

“Not quite,” she said and when he blinked at her in surprise, she gave him a sultry smile.