Page 10 of One for the Money

This time, instead of a growl, there was a hum of approval. It nuzzled the side of my face and wrapped me up close, letting its claws comb through my hair. Soon, I was once more surrounded by the kaleidoscope of colors, transforming me into the beast I’d always been, setting me at peace before drifting into oblivion.

No matter how hard I tried to fight against waking up, my bladder had other ideas. I could either get up and piss or wet the bed. Cracking open an eye, I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. Unsurprisingly, it told me it was half past noon, which was pretty normal for me, especially after tripping as hard as I did last night. Groaning, my body sore from whatever the hell happened, I hobbled naked to the toilet.

I hissed as the pee burned against my raw pussy. What the fuck did I do last night? Even wiping was a little rough, but that’s why I always had wet wipes. The cool feeling of them was much more welcoming after a night of rough and rowdy sex.

Now the question was… who did I fuck?

Trudging back to my bed, it looked like an exorcism had gone on the way the sheets were half ripped off the bed. A vibrator, two large ass suction cup dildos, a bottle of lube, and a butt plug were scattered on one half of my king-size bed. Reaching between my legs, I checked my ass just to make sure I didn’t still have one in me, which wouldn’t be the first time that happened. Thankfully, my backdoor was empty but a little sore.

“Damn, looks like I gave myself a good time last night,” I said with a chuckle.

Climbing back onto my bed, I froze. There was a large wet spot that didn’t smell like piss. While I was a squirter, I’d never been able to do it on my own, which meant someone else had participated in whatever happened last night. Deciding I wasn’t going back to sleep, I headed for the shower. Pausing as I flipped on the light, I saw the handprint around my neck.

“Fuck,” I swore, punching the mirror.

There was only one person who ever gave me a handprint necklace, the only person I trusted to put my life in their hands. Spinning on my heel, I stormed out of my bedroom, down the hall, and burst into Bear’s room without bothering to knock. At first glance, he wasn’t in the room, but the sound of the shower caught my attention. Marching into the bathroom, I saw him with his back turned to me, fresh claw marks on his back, and even a bite on his shoulder.

Motherfucker, I slipped up again.

Yanking the shower door open and trying not to gaze at his perfectly sculpted ass, I focused on the massive bear tattoo that covered his entire back. Its mouth was open in a roar, ready to take on anything that dared to face off with it. Branches from the forest background wrapped around Bear’s shoulders, hips, and ass, connecting this piece to the others that covered the rest of his body. When I didn’t say anything, Bear looked over his shoulder at me with a raised brow.

“We need to talk,” I stated, my arms crossed, which pushed my boobs up and together, drawing his attention.

Slowly, he turned to face me, his hand absently stroking his hard and ready cock. I remember the first time I saw that beast unleashed and wondered if he was going to split me in half with that damn thing. The tip of his cock was pierced with a thick ring and had four bars running down the top and bottom of the shaft.

“Join me.” It was all Bear said.

“No, because we both know if I do, then we’ll end up fucking again,” I argued.

Bear let go of his cock, letting it bob in excitement as if trying to entice me. “So? If it’s something we both want, what does it matter?”

“It matters because I don’t do commitment,” I shot back. “Fucking hell, Bear, you have already ended up killing anyone I’ve used to scratch my itch, and we’ve only had sex a handful of times. If we become fuck buddies, and I decided I want something different for a night, how are you going to handle that?”

Bear’s impossibly black eyes darkened even more.

“See, look at you. You’re ready to kill even the idea of someone else fucking me.” Letting out a sigh, I ran my hand through my hair. “This wasn’t what I wanted to talk about, but I am who I am, and I want what I want, and I’ve never hidden that from you. Last night was the last time, Bear. I’m going to change the code to get into my room so you can’t sneak in there anymore.”

Turning, I started to leave, but Bear had other plans. Grabbing my arm, he yanked me back, slammed me against the wall, and towered over me. His chest was heaving like he was trying to hold himself back. A sound came out of his mouth like he was trying to speak, but it was so garbled and odd I wasn’t sure. He tried again, and this time, I understood something… O.

“Are you telling me no?” I asked, completely blindsided by his need to vocalize.

With a sharp nod of his head, he used his hand around my throat to lift me and pin my body against the wall with his, freeing his hands. “I won’t let you do that, my goddess. Last night, you offered yourself up to me, and I won’t let you take it back.”

“Bear, I was high out of my mind,” I argued.

He snarled. “No, you were honest.”

“I don’t get it, Bear… what do you want from me?” I demanded. “There’s no way I can promise you commitment or love. I don't know how to do any of that, and I’m not built to belong or be tamed by anyone.”

Bear frowned and shook his head. “I don’t want that, and the last thing I want to do is tame you. Our souls are bathed in blood and violence, and it’s what bonds us together. We belong to each other. It’s why you can’t cut out the part of you that wants me. As I said yesterday, only death will keep me from being by your side, but I won’t allow you to run from me. Change the code and block me from your room if you want, but trust me when I say you brought the consequences on yourself.”

Leaning back enough to let me slide down the wall, he grasped my jaw and forced me to look up at him. Before I could react, his lips were on mine in a kiss full of teeth and desperation. Breaking the kiss, I gasped for air as he stepped back.

“If commitment is the only thing keeping you from being mine, then I will find a solution. I was going to wait for you to see the truth yourself, but I now realize you are afraid and need me to hunt you down.” Brushing his fingers across my neck, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. “Go back to your room, my goddess. If you stay, I will tie you to my bed and never let you leave until you admit what we both know is between us.”

Unsure what to do about the situation that just went down with Bear, I decided it was best to pretend it never happened. Once ready to kick the day’s ass, I headed for the kitchen where Franzi, our cook, was putting a fluffy omelet on a plate.

“God, you have no idea how much I love you right now, Fran-Fran,” I gushed, kissing the older woman’s cheek.