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But right now, his tone of voice is enough for me to put that far back in my mind as I hook a leg over his ass and use it to lift myself up. He thrusts again and I pull him to me, kissing him hard.
He reciprocates and for a moment, I feel like kissing is all there is in the world. I don't think about anything else; I don't think about home or friends or anything like that. It's just me and Russel. His mouth tastes like the sweetest honey and his lips are smooth and soft. I hold his head in my hands and feel the strength in his shoulders. I don't feel like I'm with a bear, or bear shifter, or whatever they're called. I feel like I'm with a force of nature somehow encapsulated in the body of a man of values and kindness.
"I love you, Russel," I whisper.
"I love you too, Melody," he says against my ear. "For four long years without you, I loved you in vain and now you are with me, and I love you still."
He thrusts fast and deep into me and as I moan and move, I realize I don't need to believe him. Everything might not be okay. Who knows. But maybe it doesn't need to work out as long as we are together to deal with the damage together.
And at the moment I have many more wonderful things to think about as his thrusts grow in strength and speed.
The orgasm threatens to hit very quickly, and I moan and sigh in his ear, holding onto him tightly. He kisses me and moves his hands over my body. Then he slides one down and around so he has me at the small of my back, lifting me up a bit. The other takes hold of my ass opposite my lifted leg.
The resulting angles and (I suppose more than anything) how he takes control makes everything feel better. I dig my fingers into his shoulders as I move beneath him in spurts, gasping and freezing occasionally from the power of his thrusts into me.
It's all too much and I'm lost in a sea of pleasure and movement. I'm only vaguely aware of the sounds coming from my throat and the way I push my nails into his skin.
I also can't help but notice the way my breast, the one he's not holding, bounces and sways with his movements. And then, I can't help it and I don't want to help it; I'm cumming already. An ocean of pleasure and bliss that rushes through me.
I cling to that pleasure like a life raft, holding desperately to it so that I don’t have to focus on the danger that faces Russel or our people.
Our people.
God, it’s crazy that I already think of them as our people. Not Russel’s people. Our people. Only hours ago, I felt as though I didn’t belong. I was one of the other, the outsiders who threatened his land. Worse, I, like the developers, was one of the wealthy people who always had far more than I needed. Granted, I don’t live the opulent lifestyle that my parents live, but I own a home that is large enough to fit ten people in more than great comfort. I own three cars and I have a collection of hunting rifles and equipment worth more than many people make in a month.
Things. All things that don’t matter.
This is what matters. Russel is what matters. We are what matters. As he cries out, and I feel him emptying himself into me, I realize that I would sacrifice everything for a future with Russel. I would give everything I own away only to have him forever, and I wouldn’t miss any of it.
I wouldn’t even miss hunting. I still believe that hunting is morally acceptable if not even desirable, but I don’t need to be a hunter. That’s something humans do, and though I am a human, I feel closer to Russel than to any human, and because of that, I feel closer to the bear shifters here than the humans out there.
And that makes this my problem. A problem I can solve.
Suddenly, all of my useless, excessive wealth isn’t so useless or excessive anymore.
I wait until Russel’s cock stops pumping deep inside me. Then I squeeze tightly, making sure I take every drop of him with me as I pull off. I roll out from under him and off of the bed. I start to dress, and he frowns and asks, “Where are you going?”
“I need to take care of something,” I tell him. “I’ll be gone for about a day, but I’ll be back tomorrow night.”
“What is it you need to take care of?”
I consider telling him, but I don’t want him to intervene or act like I don’t need to involve myself in this. This is my problem every bit as much as it is his. I realize how illogical that statement is, but that doesn’t make it any less true to me.
“Just a few things to make sure that nothing gets in the way of us for a long time,” I tell him.
That might be vague, but it’s not a lie. By taking care of this, I’m ensuring that the two of us can be together for a long time to come.
The rest of our lives, in fact.
I leave him with a kiss, and then head out. The sun is setting, but I will reach my Jeep before it sets. I won’t have to worry about predators attacking me on the way.
I reach the Jeep, and I am struck by how foreign it seems, how different.
We are meant to be together, he says.
Seeing how foreign human tools are to me, I have to agree with him. I am not a human anymore. I am the world’s smallest, baldest bear.
I can’t resist a giggle at that thought as I turn the key in the ignition and the Jeep roars to life. Soon, I am on my way home and on my way to rescuing Russel and the other bears from the brink of danger.
