Bearly Escaped Page 7

  "Shush. You are perfect. You are my perfect mate."

  Spencer said it, as a matter of fact, an undebatable truth like the laws of gravity. His firmness melted all doubt in her mind. Her mind went back to her school days and Mrs. Penn who in much the same way had quelled her doubts on continuing to come to school in the face of bullying. "You are perfect", even the words had been the same. It had changed her life then. Maybe this was a sign.

  Tears welled in her eyes as she accepted him and his truth. She gazed into his eyes, leaned in, and planted a grateful kiss on his lips. Spencer accepted it with love and let his finger come up and rest on her chin, with his thumb gently caressing her cheeks. He closed his eyes and continued kissing slowly and passionately, making sure to taste every surface of her juicy lips. He wanted her, his eyes flashed a ravenous hunger deep in him. The same animal hunger that she saw in all men, but there was something different here. A deep sense of love in those big blue eyes.

  Seeing his response, Ari let go of all her inhibitions and propriety; there was nothing to be stopped now. Not the wet desire pooling in between her legs, not the visible hardness in his pants.

  "Mmm-ahh! Spencer you sick devil!" Ari squeaked as Spencer began kissing and biting her neck and her ears and her nose and she hoped, every inch of her body. His hand was warm and tough and oddly, callused which made her stop for a moment as she pondered, but then she pushed any questions to the back of her mind and focused on making love. She kissed his hand and sucked on his long thick fingers which seemed to have come straight from a hand model convention.

  Her heart was hammering into her ribcage, as he moved in closer to her. Dark desire had overtaken all of her senses and heightened them. Every touch sparked and tingled nerves as he painstakingly kissed all exposed skin on her body.

  Spencer was brave, he had risked his life for her, he had earned the right to make love and please her, and she felt giddy as she imagined her dream now coming true bit by bit. She wanted him, weakly at first, but now, with all that had happened, there was no question, this man was the one. The one true love. Her own Prince charming. The brave Billionaire.

  She pushed herself back, away from Spencer, and then smiled. Raising her shirt over her head, slowly like an exotic dancer, she smiled and beckoned her very own monster with a hooked 'come here' gesture.

  "Grrr!" Spencer growled and a wily smile, that didn't suit him at all, appeared. He launched himself towards her on all fours. He caught her with the small of her back. His insistent kisses were all too hungry. He nuzzled her neck and downwards, the small collar bone that she thought was quite cute.

  She turned to expose the back of her small neck. He obliged by kissing and a series of bites each more arousing than the other, each sending a shiver through her body downward, each inciting a bloody revolution in her veins sending her beating heart into overdrive. She wondered if he could hear that.

  Even as he devoted himself to pleasing her, she found herself wondering. This was so different. She couldn't remember ever being so absorbed in lovemaking, she never wanted any of her ex-boyfriends to see her naked on the few occasions she had somehow felt obligated to return their attention on her, never their affection.

  With Spencer, she felt free and proud of her body for the first time. There was no judgment, only love and admiration for what she was, both externally and deep inside.

  Spencer paused to stare at her sexy body as if he had read her mind.

  "You are just marvelous!"

  With her bra now out of the way, Spencer was kind enough to do the honors; Ari's joyous bosom was now fully revealed. She gazed at him worried about what he might say or do, but felt happy seeing his eyes twinkle and him licking his lips.

  She had been to Venice once, making it a point to visit the famed museum, the name long forgotten, to see the many masterpieces under its care. You would be walking amidst sculptures all over the place; each one deserving a lifetime to see and enjoy and – boom! The bust of a veiled woman caught her off guard. Jeez! She seemed to be waiting to spring back to life with an incantation lost to the times. Every bit of her was exquisite and soft and curvy, there had to be an incantation infused in her by her maker that made it difficult to look away. The guards had to drag her off, to keep the line moving even as she struggled. She saw her same lost-in-beauty-look in Spencer's eyes at this moment.

  After what seemed like an eternity, he placed his hands on her, gently squeezing her generous orbs even as she grew more aroused with every beat of her roaring heart.

  Never before had any man been so effusive in courting her, serenading her. She tugged his shirt and he immediately stopped, pausing for dramatic effect with every button. He was a Greek god in looks. Muscled and broad-chested with a sparse growth of hair all over. Smooth clear skin which hid the taut musculature inside. Thick manly forearms like her first crush, John the hoddie during the building of her first home. Jeez, that wasn't so long ago. How she wished she could feel those vice-like muscles and how she wished he would hold her, throw her, make love to her. You know, teenage girls and their crushes!

  She ran her hands across his forearms, scrabbling unsuccessfully. Too big to grip. She let her hands graze the stubble on his chin and down the gulley on his chest, flanked by thick mounds of muscles down below, just to his belt buckle. There, a finger length below, lay a monster, half-stirred.

  She pressed her feverish body to him, arching her body, and felt his monster pushing against her thighs. She grabbed him by his back, feeling the smooth skin overlaid on the thick hard muscles. He groaned from the depths of his soul as her hand reached his length and stroked it. It was wondrous in its girth, bigger than anything she had felt before. She shook her head. Jeez, it wasn't like she knew a lot of that, but it shouldn't be that big, no?

  Tugging him hard, she gasped and moaned as she felt his warm body bristle against her soft skin and sent tingling sensations all over. His touch, his kisses only heightened her arousal.

  "You are mine. My very own," she whispered into his ears.

  Spencer smiled and grabbed her by her waist effortlessly and threw her down as if she was a rag-doll. The sheer power thrilled her and she grinned. She closed her eyes in anticipation; Spencer took the cue and slid his finger into her panties and tugged them off clean with some help from her wiggling. The jet cruised with a constant hum in the background bearing silent witness to this cosmic love.

  Spencer let his finger do its magic as it pressed at the top of her mound.

  Imagine spending the day at the till, on your legs, the day before Christmas, long lines and even longer shopping lists, meticulously grabbing every doodad that was in a rage that season. Legs scrunched together, trying to hold back the inevitable torrent; the bald supervisor eyeing you, daring you to take a break to go the loo. The billing software suddenly gets cranky and stops accepting cards and spitting out receipts. And you grab the chance to holler at tech support and rush, holding your hand against it, pressing it, hobbling to the washroom, grinning at the miffed supervisor. You can't help but smile and then the relief! Aaah! A rush of pleasure that floods you, fills up you with euphoria. Multiply that a hundredfold. That was what Ari felt.

  He perched his fingers on her hip and moved slowly, nimbly in between her thighs and found her core famished for his touch. Engorged and fleshy as her clit was, every touch felt as if his finger were a strip of bare copper sending electricity right through her as it made and broke contact with her. She smelled her wetness and felt her slickness as her legs brushed against each other. Spencer smelled it too and took a nice long whiff of it, closed his eyes as if enthralled by some hidden notes in it.

  He touched her fleshy walls, parted them, and felt how slick they were. She felt every ridge of his fingertip as it brushed against her soft flesh and each one seemed to trigger a different bundle of nerves sending her jolts of pleasure deeper into her pleasure center. She dug her fingernails into the small of his back. His skillful fingers were too good but she wan
ted something more, something more substantial, something she had gasped at, something which kept gnawing at her mind, taunting her, titillating her with its size. She squirmed at the mere thought of its size.

  "Ready," he growled with a low rumble. She not only heard it; she felt it pass through her.

  "Jeez, like yesterday!" she was in no mood for talk.

  He didn't waste time either with niceties pulling his hand back almost immediately. She took a deep breath as she missed his fingers. But her despair was short-lived; Spencer had found her core as she felt his warm thick engorged cock pressing against it. He put his weight behind it and angled it in, slowly but surely. She felt herself stretching as more and more of his meat went in.

  All senses dulled, she felt nothing but him as he filled her up and God! how deep did he go!

  She was able to let him put his full length into her and it made her glad. You don't want to disappoint your man, do you!

  She squirmed again and cinched her thighs shut, unwilling to let him out. She was full of him and somehow every step of their lovemaking seemed to open yet another door inside of her, taking her closer and closer to a seemingly endless bundle of pleasure waiting for her. Never before had she felt this, never before had a man taken her to these highs. She cried out in pleasure when the thought of what had yet to come crossed her mind. Her chest heaved. She was loath to breathing, not wanting to miss any sensation but she had to. Her heart was going a-mile-a-second.

  Spencer moved now, thrusting slowly into her, her legs up in the air and his hands steadying her generous gorgeous hips. She quaked with every thrust, each one sending rapturous joy all over her, her skin glowing and permeating the joy inside her. She closed her eyes, not wanting to think of anything. She only wanted to live in the moment. Crying out loud, she felt it go deeper and deeper inside her, every thrust threatening to split her into two. The pace picked up, and she could soon feel the inevitable coming her way. The final be-all-end-all of their quint lovemaking.

  She shuddered and gripped him tight as he kissed her, loud, and with a lascivious tongue. She shrieked even as he grunted, digging into her deeper, sending her higher and higher. At last, she came.

  She met his gaze and smiled as she lost control of herself. Her orgasm twisted her in agony, tortured her in pleasure. Her core clenched and unclenched, out of her control and she moaned like a wild animal in heat and thrashed her head side to side.

  Moments later, Spencer too shuddered; she felt his cock throbbing inside her. He groaned loudly and fell to her side.

  The endorphins flooding her body made her lose track of time; for when she finally moved and squeezed herself close to her man, she didn't know how long she had been lying still, waiting out the explosion of pleasure. Her limbs felt lifeless and heavy.

  Her cheek rested on his chest and she grazed her fingers on his smooth skin. His heart was beating softly now and she wondered how her life had been upended in one night.

  How had she lived without this man, without his love? But she also felt grateful that fate had brought them together. Somewhere somehow there had been a plan.

  Spencer turned himself to face her, planting a kiss on her forehead and hugged her tightly. Lying together as one, he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead again while she rested on his shoulder, keenly listening to his heartbeat. Nothing seemed necessary now. All she wanted was to lie like this, forever.

  Alas, someone somewhere was scheming something else.

  C H A P T E R 13

  Drifting in and out of sleep, Spencer wondered how long it had been since he had let himself go nuts in the company of someone. He felt brand-new, and his mind was refreshed, brimming with vigor and hope. All the tiredness and loneliness that had plagued him seemingly exorcised by the she-devil beside him. Yes! She may be an angel, but under the covers, she was devil incarnate. That brought out a chuckle, and Ari stirred a bit and smiled. What is she dreaming about? Drifting in the Toyota Supra?

  My mate is good! she is wonderful and beautiful!

  A dark cloud approached in his mind, and he cupped her cheeks. Her love had melted his heart. He was aware of a new and strange responsibility; he had to protect her from all the things that threatened to take her away from him. It wasn't going to be easy. She isn't used to this life. She doesn't even know the shifter inside me yet. That was another can of worms he wasn't ready to open, yet.

  Did I cheat by not telling her all about me? In a way I did. When I tell her, and tell her I will today no matter what, whatever she decides, I will have to accept it. Even if she's my chosen mate, she's human. She doesn't know or have to follow the shifter way. I'll live with that and hope that she finds whatever she desires as I let her go.

  The mere thought that Ari would go away from him brought out knots in his stomach. He sighed with a forlorn smile on his face. The familiar, constant hum of the jet engines seemed soothing in the face of the tumult in his mind.

  He glanced at her yet again and noticed how innocent she looked. Wanting to focus on something else that was in his mind, he faced away.

  The plan was to land at his mansion and stay there, at least for a while, till he found who and what was after them. The gunmen he laid waste last night didn't come cheap. Somebody had deep pockets. He had to take revenge. A shifter's revenge at that, not merely human.

  He shook his head and turned to face Ari again, and looked at her gorgeous, contented face and smiled. The memory of her shrieks at the end of their love-making made him happy. He could still make women go mad. He had satisfied her in full. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her again. Ari was half-asleep but her hands somehow found him and dragged him to bed.

  He felt guilty now. He had to come clean soon enough or she might never trust him again. It was safer that she didn't know for now but not for long. The window of opportunity was closing fast.

  "Another romp?" he asked as his hands found her breasts and teased her nipples.

  "Jeez, like yesterday!" Ari started kissing aggressively.

  He smiled and then staring into her sleepy eyes said," There's something you need to know about me. "

  "That you love me." she hugged him and planted a kiss on his long, thin nose.

  "That, and there is something else."

  A loud beeping sound interrupted them. Spencer reached for the phone by the bedside.

  "What is it, captain?"

  "You're not going believe this, but something has been following us."

  "What does something mean? A jet?"

  "Not metallic! Looks like something with wings, larger than any bird, on the radar!"

  "Are you sure it's not a vulture or a large hawk?"

  "Up here? at this altitude? You better come and have a look!"

  Wheels started spinning in his head. He had an inkling what it was and why it hadn't appeared on the radar until now but he had to be sure.

  Ari looked at him with raised eyebrows and ruffled his hair.

  "Everything all right?"

  "Get dressed? We might be in danger!" Spencer grabbed his shorts and a tee.

  The constant hum of the engines suddenly changed in pitch, and the jet shook wildly as it jumped a bit and then fell.

  An attack at this elevation? Shifters most definitely!

  "Something related to last night?"

  "I promise to keep you safe but be prepared to get the shock of your life," Spencer said as he rushed out, leaving a stupefied Ari behind as the Gulfstream continued to struggle to stay calm.

  Spencer barged into the cockpit and saw the captain slumped over the controls. Bloody gashes ran by the side of his arm. He checked his eyes. Yup! Alive but barely. Weak pulse. The blood loss induced low blood pressure and subsequently unconsciousness. No signs of a struggle. He stanched the wounds with a towel wrapped around.

  Who or what had done this? I need to land this plane and quick!

  The jet shook again and that brought

  Spencer looked around carefully, but there was no one. His
bear senses strained to sense the enemy, but there wasn't even a whiff of anyone strange to him. The engine's hum masked most of the noise, so his ears were not as useful. It was eerily quiet, and he knew he was in trouble.

  Whatever had done this was smart and cunning. But he had to stay alive first to have any chance of defending himself against this intruder.

  He turned around to face the plane controls. Like muscle memory, it all came back to him. He sat and got the switches working to stabilize and set the cruise mode on. The jet began to ascend again.

  Once he double-checked that the jet was all right he moved back to the downed captain. He sat on his haunches and looked at the gashes closely. Three gashes Too clean for it to be claws. No chance of a bear.

  His heightened senses picked up the gaze of something on him, and even as he was turning around his ears picked up movement near his shoulders. Something pricked him in the neck the next moment. Involuntarily, his hands rocketed to his neck and found a thick, strong hand there. He tried to look down and saw something in plastic but wrapped around it was Brendan's hand. Brendan! here!

  It must be a dream!

  He stumbled forward, away from whatever it was, and turned around to see a large figure, face hidden by the shadows. The pain was real though.

  "Brendan, h.." Spencer slowly whooshed down to a sitting position on his knees like you would in judo class.

  He turned his head around and reached for whatever was on his neck to pull it out. His hands seemed to have lost all strength. And they fell like deadweights to his side.

  Brendan stepped forward, fished the thing out of his neck, and presented it to him.

  A syringe! Dark blue liquid leftover! What was it!

  Leaden arms. Leaden Legs. Spencer swayed from side to side like a tree in a tempest.

  "W-Why?" he asked burbling.

  "Didn't hear you?" Brendan cupped his hand behind his ears and asked although he heard him perfectly well.

  "W-Why?"

  "Oh! Money! You have too much, don't you?"