Page 40 of Wolf Fated
With my fiancé, I would have to work myself up beforehand often coming to bed finally aroused to have him either asleep or a two-minute thrust and sex was over. Not to add to the fact that I never, ever orgasmed with Stephen. I was the queen of pretending to climax.
But with Axel and Nathan, I was so turned on with them touching me that I orgasmed. What would happen if I had actual sex with them?
I gritted my teeth and shook my head, scrubbing a hand over my eyes, but the tears kept coming.
A low growl echoed to my left, and I stumbled over a tree root. I fell on my hands and knees in a pile of pine needles. My entire body prickled from the growl. It was different from the wolf one I heard. This one was deeper and louder like it was coming from something much bigger than a wolf and that thought had me frozen in place, terrified to look over my shoulder at what had made the sound.
A huff of air puffed out the animal's mouth. It sounded closer or maybe it was running toward me?
Brown fur barreled toward me, and I curled in on myself. A bear. A freaking bear. Did playing dead work? Oh, God, oh, God. The thing was going to maul me to death.
I shudder, cradling my head with my arms and not daring to look. Its paws thumped on the dirt as it circled me. The vibration with every step the bear took made my heart rate increase. When a heavy paw pushed against my shoulder, I whimpered back a scream.
"Brook!" Nathan yelled.
I wanted to tell him to run away so he didn't get hurt too. Cause I wasn't sure if a rifle could kill a bear before it attacked him.Don't we need an elephant gun or something?Pretty sure shooting at it would just piss it off.
"Go," I whispered, sure that he'd never hear me.
"Stay where you are," Nathan said like I was lounging on the forest floor for the hell of it. "I'll lead the bear away from you. As soon as we're gone, go back to the deer stand."
"What? No." I didn't know why I was trying to argue with him. There was a huge bear between us. I peeked out to see if Nathan had brought something to help us like bear repellent spray.He could have a can of that on him, right?
As though on cue, the bear stood up on its hind legs and bellowed a challenge. Then it dropped on all fours and charged straight for Nathan.
I gasped, lifting my hands off my head.
But Nathan wasn't moving. Hell, he wasn't even holding his gun or a weapon. He was staring down the bear like it wasn’t about to rip him to shreds.
"Nathan." I hunched over, unable to stand up. It was as though my legs forgot how to support me.
"Run," he said.
The bear seemed to be running in slow motion. I couldn't look away as it tackled Nathan. A glimmer of a blade shone in Nathan's hand, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.
I pushed to my wobbly feet and ran. My throat hurt. The only chance Nathan had was for me to get the rifle and shoot the bear. If I didn't, it would kill him. And I didn't even know what would happen if I did shoot the bear. But I had to try. Nathan risked his life for me, I couldn't hide in the deer stand while he died.
When I reached the stand, it took me forever to climb to the top because I was shaking so badly and my hands were sweaty. I grabbed both rifles because I didn't know what else to do and I didn't want to take any chances. I couldn't climb down with both of them, so I lightly tossed them out of the stand and jumped back, praying they didn't go off or break.
My heart pounded in my chest as I climbed down and snatched up the rifles. I felt like I was moving too slow, and everything felt like it was taking forever. I raced back to Nathan; my heartbeat filled my ears.
The bear loomed over Nathan and streaks of crimson colored the ground.
I set the first rifle down and aimed the second, my hands shook so bad it took me three tries to get the scope right. But I worried I was going to hit Nathan. I'd never fired a real gun before and I was pretty sure the b.b. gun my dad bought me one Christmas when I was nine wasn't even close. I raised the barrel a bit more, hoping that I could scare the bear away rather than trying to have to kill it. Slowly I pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The sound exploded next to me and a punch to my shoulder had me screaming in pain.
The bear was still attacking Nathan, and he was punching and snarling back at the beast. I couldn't give up. I crawled to the other rifle and picked it up. The pain radiated through my shoulder, but I couldn't give in to the agony.
This time, I pressed the butt tighter into my body, and aimed. I'd try to hit the bear and not hit Nathan. My hands shook despite me trying to be as steady as I could.
Bam!
This time the punch of the gun was less severe, but still felt like I was smacked in my chest and shoulder.
I didn’t wait and fired again; this time hit the ground in front of the bear.
