Authors: Ashley Hunter
The Sheikh Bear (14 page)
Chapter 12
Angie woke up and her hand instinctively moved to the side where her husband slept but she was disappointed to learn that it was empty. The bed was still warm which meant that it had not been long since he left.
She held his pillow and his aroma filled her nostrils. Even after six months, she could not get over the fact that she was married to such an amazing man.
She got up, taking the sheets along with her, as she was not wearing anything else. Last night had been one of passion, and clothes were the first things to go.
She went downstairs and could hear sounds coming from the kitchen. She sneaked to the kitchen, not wanting him to know she was coming and saw from around the bend that her husband was cooking breakfast.
He was clad in nothing but his boxer briefs. Angie’s eyes moved from his thick muscled thighs to his smooth and sinewy back. His muscles rippled as he moved from one end of the kitchen to the other.
Angie bit her lip, a sensation coming up along her neck and a certain itching in her fingers to touch him. His back was turned and Angie walked up to him.
She grabbed his ass and he jumped. She giggled and squeezed his butt cheeks tighter.
“You are a naughty girl,” he said, turning around.
“You don’t know the half of it,” she said as he pulled her to him. Their bodies were so close that it seemed that the air was trapped in between.
He brought his lips to her and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. She returned his kiss for all it was worth and soon the morning laziness was gone.
Shadow tugged at the sheet covering her body and it fell down revealing Angie in all her glory.
“You are such a dog,” Angie said, mock hitting him on the shoulder, trying and failing to act modest.
Shadow attacked her body and she giggled. He took her breasts in his hands and lowered his face to them. She moaned when his lips touched her flesh and closed her eyes.
Only in her dreams, she could have thought such a thing, and here it was happening to her, right here in her own kitchen, with her husband.
Before she could do anything else, Shadow took her in his arms and lifted her. He made it look like he was carrying a feather; he was so strong.
He carried her to their bedroom and laid her down. He took off his boxers and stood there in all his naked glory for his wife to see. She took it all in and was once again reminded how hot he was. She was forever thankful for the hard muscles of his body because they gave her immense pleasure during sex.
Just being in contact with them, touching them, kissing them, biting them made her heart flutter. He got on top of her and kissed her.
“Are you ready?” he said, gazing into her eyes lovingly.
Angie nodded and Shadow entered her. She moaned with pleasure as he thrusted inside her, his lips never leaving hers.
Epilogue
It had been six months since their ‘union’. Ever since Angie was a kid, she had thought about a wedding. What woman had not?
But this wedding was unlike anything she could have foreseen or hoped for. Shadow wasn’t sugarcoating things when he said that his folk kept things close to traditions. After they had escaped from whatever evil guys Shadow was tracking, they had to declare their union.
According to Shadow, his people did not call it a wedding. A wedding sounded like a party, Union was more apt.
So, Angie walked up to the dais where they were to be united as one and when she first saw the ceremony, she nearly screamed but checked herself. It would not sit well by the guests that the bride was screaming on this day.
The clearing was filled with panthers and a few humans were dotted here and there. Shadow was standing at the end of the pathway. As Angie took steps towards the stage, the panthers bowed wherever she set foot. She did not know what it meant but it made her feel safe and secure.
The panthers were of all sizes. Some were little cubs, some were humungous. When Shadow had said that his whole clan would be here, he had failed to mention that most of them would be in panther form.
Angie got over the initial surprise and was mesmerized by the surroundings. She reached the stage and Shadow winked at her.
In place where in a traditional wedding a minister would stand to officiate the wedding, there was a panther, a particularly old panther, with a box placed at its feet.
Shadow bent down and picked up the box and opened it. Inside there were two rings, with diamonds sparkling in the sunlight.
And then she woke up.
“What happened, honey?” Shadow said groggily.
“Nothing, baby,” she said, putting her arms around him.
“Go back to sleep. Just having a dream about our wedding.”
“I knew I should not have taken you to the den,” he said and laughed.
She hit him lightly on the side of the arm.
“Well, you did and now you are stuck with me. So, who’s the loser here?”
With surprising agility for a man who was just asleep, he lifted her and placed her on top of him and kissed her.
The kiss lasted for a few seconds and when it broke, he said, “Definitely not me.”
PREVIEW OF ‘CHOSEN BY HER BEAR’ BY ASHLEY HUNTER
I.
Why oh why didn’t you, Ava Williams, look that boy in the eye, you stupid girl.
I had to mentally chide myself every time after such an episode (one would think that I would get used to it by now, but no). What would be that librarian thinking about right now?
Probably not me.
For a bright few moments, he and I were the only two souls in the universe; that is until the stupid woman behind me suddenly decided that she was running late for her weekly Wednesday gym class or something. I would have argued had I not been myself in need of a gym class.
Sigh.
Anyway, this has been my problem as far back as I can remember. Not born with superhuman looks nor inclined to induce anorexia to get a body suitable for a Victoria’s Secret model, I was always on the heavier side and that is where problems started with my love life.
Nonexistent as it is. I recently passed through college without as much as a boyfriend to my name. If my grandmother had to be believed, and it is extremely dubious that she is,
it is your curves, honey.
I can’t bring myself to tell my dear Grammy that it is 2015. But maybe she has a point. What do I know? I am 24 years old and without a lover. There are not many who can boast that. There are not many who would call it boasting.
Ironically enough I have always been confident in my life, knowing what I wanted and who I wanted. It was going after who I wanted that was the difficult part.
My
curves
always made it difficult to maneuver boys like other girls did, wrapping them up around their bony fingers. As for me, I have always been crippled with the fear that nobody would be interested in me,
just because.
In principle I knew that the world should be a judgment free zone and I should embrace who I am, but damned if the real world worked like that. Everybody likes to dole out principles and paste them on their cars as bumper sticks; living them, that’s a whole different ball game.
No matter what everybody said, which ranged from
looks don’t matter
to
find someone who loves you for your mind, and not your body,
I had never been able to get the confidence to move beyond a certain wall to reach a point where a guy actually fell for my
brains.
I know. So very Jane Austen.
Anyhow, this is the sum of it: I am a 24 year old graduate (think of Dustin Hoffman, only female and thirty pounds heavier. OK, don’t think of Dustin Hoffman), no men in sight and the weight of loneliness on my still young shoulders, pressing me down.
Couldn’t a knight in shining armor come along?
I shouldn’t think like that. Women don’t need knights anymore.
But I need a relationship. No, not need. I
want
a relationship. Is it too much to ask? Does pining for it make me a villain for my gender? Where’s my John Wayne or Humphrey Bogart? Hell, where’s my Raylan Givens?
Maybe I should not be thinking about fictional characters.
Reality is stranger than fiction and I had always lived by that rule. But nothing in my life had happened that proved this axiom. That didn’t stop me from believing in it, but I had to agree that the strength of my conviction was waning, as is if often the case when you keep waiting for moments that never come.
What happened in the next few weeks is beyond strange. I should never have doubted it.
This is the story of what happened.
II.
The Beginning
It was a dark and rainy night.
It really was, I am not stating a cliché of noirs. Thor must be having one hell of a party.
I had been held back at my office due to a sudden crisis in the Middle East. I worked for a political think tank and due to the uncertain global condition; our work hours usually didn’t limit themselves to Pacific Standard Time.
I had my umbrella open but it wasn’t doing much good. The rain seemed to be coming in from all four directions; the wind sure wasn’t helping. There were no taxis to be found and it wasn’t a surprise.
Who would be willing to risk driving in weather like this? I kept on walking, the cold biting my skin like a sharp teethed animal. The thought of finally reaching home, in my warm cozy bed was all that kept me going.
If only I had somebody to cozy up to. Hmmm. Wouldn’t that be nice?
I mentally shook myself. This wasn’t the time or the place to think about such thing; though I couldn’t help but playback the lyrics of the famous song in me:
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain.
Truer words had rarely been said.
Maybe this was the reason or maybe it was the water pummeling the leaves of the trees and the streets and the buildings that I didn’t hear anything whistle by near me.
If it had been a quite night, I surely would have noticed something. But this being the night that it was, I didn’t feel someone walk up behind me. I didn’t feel when they pressed a cloth over my face, the smell reminding me of hospital rooms and oddly, bars.
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