Chapter Five
Akasha LaVey
The Bear
I know I’m dreaming but it feels more real than any single moment in my entire life ever has. A massive black bear stands in a meadow filled with wildflowers. He stares at me intently, not moving a single muscle except to breathe. For some reason I can sense fear rolling off him and I want to laugh at the complete absurdity of the thought. Why in heavens name would a black bear be afraid of me?
Turning in a circle I take in the forest that surrounds the meadow, looking for the threat that surely must be there. I can’t think of anything else that would have a black bear feeling fear. But we are alone.
Turning back, I look to where the black bear stood but he isn’t there anymore. Instead, he stands closer to the edge of the trees. He shakes his head and for a moment I think he is beckoning me to follow him as he moves between the tall trees. It only takes a split-second for me to decide before I am moving across the field, my hands skimming the tops of the tall grass and the flowers that grow in between.
“Hello?” I call out, hoping someone will answer me. “Is there anyone here?”
Birds sing their song in reply to my ridiculous question. A chuckle escapes me at the absurdity of everything going on around me.
“Why would you follow him?” a voice asks from behind me.
Turning, I all but trip over my own feet. I feel myself falling and clench my eyes shut but I never hit the ground. Instead, strong arms band around my waist, and I find myself drawn against a broad chest. I stare at the expanse of naked skin before making my way up, along the column of a muscular neck, over a dark beard, until I reach a set of the darkest, most soulful eyes I have ever seen.
My breath lodges in my throat as I take in the man I saw earlier tonight at The Gin Room. His scent surrounds me, woodsy and fresh, and my entire body breaks out in a shiver. Dear God, he is even more handsome up close. I fight to keep my hands from running through his long, dark hair as he frowns down at me.
“Why would you follow him?” he asks again.
“Who?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
“The damn bear.” He frowns, irritation lacing his words.
“What bear?”
His frown deepens into a full-on scowl. “There was a big ass black bear in the meadow. And the moment he disappeared into the trees you decided to join him.”
“Oh, that. He invited me.”
“Invited you?” he asks with a quirked brow.
I enjoy having his arms around me for a moment, breathing in his intoxicating scent. I wiggle in his grasp, feeling his erection against my belly. A rush of heat flows through me as arousal dumps into my system.
His eyes darken even more as he releases me, stepping back. It’s only then I notice he is fully nude. His thick cock stands erect, pre-cum coating the crown, and I can’t help but lick my lips. I wonder what he would taste like.
His large, scarred hands obscure my view as he tries to cover himself but fails miserably. My gaze clashes with his once more, taking in the deep blush that sits high on his cheeks.
“Why are you naked?” I question, my voice husky with need.
When did I become this wanton creature? I’ve never wanted to climb a man like he’s a damn tree but that’s all I want to do right now. Or maybe fall to my knees and beg him to fuck my face.
“I can explain,” he says but his words are muffled.
In the background a noise continues to interrupt my dream. I don’t know what is happening as he slowly starts to fade from my view, his voice drifting off. I can’t hear what he is saying and as I try to reach for him, he is gone.
Sitting upright, I take in the apartment around me as the sun starts to rise, light streaming in through the windows, and once more I am bereft at the loss of a man whose damn name I don’t even know. How can it hurt so much to lose someone I never even had?
My hormones are still running rampant, and I know I won’t be able to concentrate on anything else until I orgasm. Reaching over to the bedside table, I remove my neon green vibrator, switch it to high, and lie back down.