Shift Out of Luck(17)

Then, Cole takes my thigh and tugs me up against him, changing the angle of my hips. He grabs one of the pillows from above my head and shoves it under my butt, and then pushes into me again.

This time, I gasp. “That felt…different.”

“Different good?” He rocks his hips, thrusting in again.

And holy cow, it is good. I feel something elusive building in my belly. “Oh…definitely good.” I bite my lip and concentrate, trying to raise my hips along with his to get more of that feeling. He pauses, and I tighten my grip on his shoulders. “Keep going.”

Cole chuckles and begins to pump into me harder, increasing his pace and the intensity of his thrusts. All the while, the delicious sensation continues to grow deep inside my belly. I close my eyes and concentrate on it, and my nails dig into his shoulders.

His next thrust is rough as hell, but it sends incredible sensations through me. “Oh,” I breathe. He does it again, and another “Oh” escapes me.

“My Adelaide,” he growls. “So fucking beautiful.” He gazes down at me, and I realize that he’s driving both of us across the tent with the force of his thrusts, and it feels incredible. But I’m still not there. So close, but not quite.

I strain, raising my hips against him with every thrust. “Oh. Cole! I need—”

“I know,” he says. I feel him shift against me, and then his hand pushes between my legs. His fingers brush against my clit as he thrusts into me again.

That does it. Everything inside me clenches, and a little sob escapes my throat as my body locks around him. The orgasm rips through me, harder and a thousand times more intense than anything I’ve ever given myself with my vibrator. I’m losing control—exploding into billions of itty bitty pieces—and sobbing with the utter intensity of it.

“I’ve got you,” he says, and then nips at my throat again. “Christ, you feel fucking amazing. You’re squeezing the hell out of my cock with that sweet cunt of yours, aren’t you?”

I can’t respond. I only sob again as he thrusts into me over and over, sending more shockwaves of orgasmic pleasure through me.

“Adelaide!” He growls my name out, and I feel his entire body shudder against mine with the force of his own orgasm. And then he snarls.

And…oh God. It sounds just like the bear did.





8





Adelaide


At first, I think the snarl came from Cole. But it really did sound just like the bear.

Which means the bear returned while we were making love…and is now right outside our tent.

“Cole!” I whisper, clinging to him. “The bear’s back!”

He groans loud enough to make me flinch, and buries his face against my breasts as he collapses against me, utterly spent from his orgasm.

“No, no, no no.” I nudge him, trying to encourage him to get up. “Cole, we can’t rest now. The bear—”

“There’s no bear,” he murmurs sleepily, and lazily tongues one of my nipples. “Damn, Adelaide. You have pretty tits.”

“Cole!” I smack his shoulder. “I heard the bear!”

“There’s no bear, I promise.”

“But—”

He lifts his head and looks at me. “Baby…I have a secret.”

I stare at him, eyes wide. We forgot condoms and now he’s going to tell me he has a STI. Which is awful, but not quite as awful as getting eaten by a bear. “Now is not the time, Cole. The bear—”

“Is me.” He nods slowly. “That was me you heard. I’m the bear.”

I stare at him. A snort escapes me. “Oh, please.”

His eyes narrow and he shoots me a wounded look. And I realize…he’s serious. He thinks he’s a bear.

Oh God. He’s a furry. That’s why such a hot, sexy man has been single for so long. He’s got a bear thing or he thinks he’s a bear in a man’s skin or some craziness like that. I thump his arm. “Can we please not talk about your fetishes when there’s a real bear about to eat us outside?”

“Adelaide!” He pins both of my wrists in his hands. “You’re not listening to me. I am the bear. That is my secret. I’m a shifter. That’s how I was able to chase off Samson. That’s how I knew he was gone. That’s why the bear never came back. The bear is me.”

I frown. “I…don’t understand. How can you be a bear?”

“You ever hear of werewolves?”

“Like the guy from Twilight?”

He visibly flinches. “Ugh. Kind of. I’m a bear shifter. I transform into a bear. Everyone in my family has the ability. It’s passed down generation to generation. In fact, most of the locals in town are shifters of one kind or another.”