CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Amber~
It was springtime at last. The forest had woken from its grayish-brown winter torpor to verdant green. Lime-colored leaves were pushing out, overshadowing the blossoms that had preceded them with such glory only a week ago. Even the mosses seemed plumper, brighter, more vigorous. She spun in a gleeful circle. She too had awoken from her long hibernation, in season and gunning for boar bear.
She set off following her nose toward the scent of her mate.
The winter snows in the Cascades had melted in their annual gush and the forest was awash in the babbling of a thousand rivulets. The moistness of the green forest seemed one with her freshly roused flesh. Where was that man? Her need was powerful and urgent.
She rounded a bend and spotted a magnificent male. His white coat was so pristine it seemed to glow. From his solid muzzle to his muscular haunches he was a magnificent specimen. His black eyes twinkled at her in friendly welcome. She pranced toward him, curveting and skipping, displaying her feminine charms to his dark gaze.
But before she could reach him, between one moment and the next, he disappeared. She raced to the spot where he had been standing in perfect, radiant masculinity. The mosses were undisturbed, no scent lingered in the heavy spring air. It was as if he had been a ghost.
Disappointed and disconsolate, she wandered further into the forest, pausing to scratch herself against rough bark to advertise her fertility. She knew herself to be brimming with pheromones, overflowing with nubile aroma. Her mate was nearby. She could sense him. He would locate her.
The forest abruptly vanished. She was standing in an elegant hotel lobby, all shining gray and silver. Her frisky bear body was suddenly clumsy and out of place. All around her faces stared in horror and fear. Giant white flowers dripped from every surface, she took an exploratory bite, but the taste was bitter and unappealing.
A big, broad man approached her. She brightened. Was this her missing mate? He shooed her away with vigorous gestures of his all too human arms. “No bears allowed.”
She pivoted and galloped for the doors. Other men jumped out of the way and then she was free, outside, mateless still.
Outdoors it was spring here too. But the primeval forest had given way to a meadow of high grass. Birds were swooping in the cloudless blue sky. A hundred tiny feet scurried here and there among the tall stalks. The scent of wildflowers mingled with that of crushed grass as she paced through the field seeking her mate.
And there he was. A faceless man, naked except for the emblem blazoned across his chest. His little bear peeped out from his chest hair and winked at her. Amber gave a great sniff. The man’s scent came to her on the soft warm breeze. A mixture of horse, man, and hero.
“You’ll have to change,” he told her solemnly.
And then she was as naked as he. Running toward her lover who scooped her up and spun her in a jubilant arc. He kissed her. His kiss was both familiar and strange. She struggled to see his face, but her eyes could not focus. And then she forgot because he was palming her breasts and murmuring appreciatively as he hefted their generous weight.
His rough fingertips were gentle as they stroked and plumped. Tender as they pinched and teased. Arousing as they traced the purplish veins and caressed her swollen nipples. He bent to kiss first one and then the other.
They were well-matched. Athletic, vigorous, lusty. Surely this male was her mate?
His cock stood out from a nest of golden curls like a spear planted in fleece. She had never wanted anything more than she wanted that cock in her pussy. She rubbed herself against him. Her lover caught her urgency and lifted her in strong and muscular arms. She floated as if she were thistledown instead of a robust and mighty Amazon. Her heart rejoiced.
“Now?” he whispered.
“Give me a baby?” she begged.
“It will be a warrior,” he warned.
Joy filled her. “Yes.”
He hoisted her by her buttocks. Strong hands pressed into her muscular globes. He groaned as her wet and engorged pussy slid down over his erection. She dug her heels into his tight buns and pushed her pelvis as far away from his as she could.
His strong hands pulled her back. They rocked like that for endless moments while all around them songbirds sang a dawn chorus of magnificent beauty, and the sun tinted the pale sky pink. Love coursed through her veins. Their hearts beat as one. She held her man close to her heart even as their mating dance grew more heated. Each stroke mingled their scents so that the perfume of their joining grew ever headier and more fulfilling.
When the sun popped up to turn the world bright, they came together in an explosion of semen and mutual satisfaction. Creating new life at the instant of the new day. They kissed. Their tongues continued the lively dance their pelvises had finished. She buried her nose in the juncture between his neck and shoulder and breathed deeply. Imprinting him on her bear senses.
“Tell me your name,” she pleaded.