I Married a Bear

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Authors: A. T. Mitchell
whole body, making sure I held on to the wild ride.
    It was all in the gods' hands now. Riding the log was like the wildest rollercoaster I'd ever been on.
    “Keep calm, baby. You're safe beneath me. I promise.”
    Funny, I almost believed him. Then we went flying around a corner and my stomach heaved. Good thing I hadn't eaten for almost a solid day.
    I closed my eyes, sure that hot death was about to come. Brutal bear or not, I was happy he was with me. At least I could die happy beneath the gorgeous Adonis pressed tight to my flesh when the tree inevitably threw us to our doom.
    We were flying faster, faster. Debris smacked the wood around us, but it broke apart as our ride rammed its way onward.
    “Hold on, little tiger. This is gonna fucking smart.”
    James flattened himself down so tight I couldn't breathe. It was for the best because the collision would've sucked the air right out of my lungs.
    We ran aground hard, smashing straight through several worn rocks and ice. It all happened so fast, but it felt a lot slower, my brain processing a dozen fearful things at once.
    I felt his muscles tense like iron, holding onto the wood for dear life, mostly making sure I didn't go flying out beneath him. The tree shrieked as it splintered, and wet wood rained over my head.
    James grunted. I groaned, reaching up when I realized we weren't in motion anymore, and wiped dirty water from my forehead.
    “Hey!” I gasped. I tried to turn, but his weight was pressing me down, a little weaker than before.
    “We're free now.”
    For the first time since we'd shifted, I flushed, realizing we were close and naked. And was that an erection pressed up snug to my ass?
    Nice try, big boy. If you think you're getting me that easy...
    Snarling, I rolled. James didn't move and didn't speak.
    He wasn't holding me down anymore. He was slumped over me – literally slumped – and it took all my energy to move beneath him.
    I noticed the warm blood on my back shoulder before I saw his face. He'd taken a nasty cut to the forehead. Something hard had given him a good whack.
    Oh, no!
    My heart pounded. I jostled my way out and grabbed at his huge body, struggling to move him. Or maybe better that I didn't.
    I managed to roll him over and spread my palm on his massive chest. My hand went over a huge tattoo of a bear claw above his heart, the dark ink glistening like a target.
    Pleasure flared inside me as I admired his body, stroking him up and down. I'd wanted to see it so badly, but not like this.
    Pressing my ear to his chest, I listened closely. Not easy with the angry waters and debris still slapping the new shore.
    He's breathing. Thank the gods.
    I wiped his brow with my hand. The cut was clotting quickly, and it didn't look like he'd lost much blood.
    Shivering, I looked around. It wasn't right to say we were safe. True, we'd both survived the avalanche and the wild ride on the tree, but we weren't out of the woods.
    I didn't have a clue where we'd landed, or how far it would be to the Denali clan or even Tiger Bay. If I ran off searching, it might be days before I found my footing. And James wouldn't survive out here in the elements that long.
    My eyes fluttered, the same as my worn out heart. I threw my face at his chest, smoothing my cheek on his skin. He was still so warm. Amazing out here in the icy wilderness.
    “Please, wake up. You can't leave me alone...I'm sorry I ran. I'm so, so sorry, James. I was a complete idiot. You saved me.”
    Turning on the waterworks was about the last thing I needed, but there was no stopping it. I crumpled to my knees and started to cry, cradling the man who'd buried me in emotion.
    It was just like him to add more to the mix: guilt, fear, revulsion. This time, though, the disgust was turned purely at me. Nothing about his powerful body stretched out beneath me was disgusting anymore.
    We were different species, sure, but we were both skinwalkers. And skinwalkers were more than a little human. This

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