Chapter 18: Dreams and Nightmares

Natasha

I was walking through the woods with my father by my side. I smiled at him as I pointed to a small group of bears just up ahead.

“Daddy, look, bears.”

He took my hand as we walked over to them. A huge black one eagerly galloped out to meet us halfway. My father let me go when I fearfully took a step back. I watched as he ran his hands over the bear. The bear circled him, pressing against him. He smiled at me over the bear's head.

“Come here, sweetie. I want you to meet Maverick. He’s the big boss of this bear family.”

I shyly crept over with my hand out. The bear looked at my father who nodded and slowly approached me. My father came over to take my hand. He guided my hand over Maverick’s shoulder and down his leg. I looked up at him curiously.

“Do the others have names, too, Daddy?,” I asked eagerly.

He grinned. "Yes.” He pointed to a cub. "That one is named Mina.” He pointed to the other. “That one is Carson. And the mama bear is who you were named for. That’s Natasha.”

“You named me after a bear?” He nodded. “Why?”

“Because she gave Maverick cubs and for that I will be forever grateful.”

I ran my hands down his leg again. “She is very pretty.”

Maverick licked my face and my father picked me up to set me on his back. Maverick began walking through the woods with my father by his side. I buried my hands in his soft fur and after a few minutes, I began to braid his it. My father chuckled.

“You know, princess, braids are girly. I don’t think he wants braids.”

I pouted. “But, Daddy, he’s so pretty with braids.”

Suddenly, an angry growl from our right and our surroundings darkened. Maverick stopped walking. I turned to look, but I didn’t see anything. A gun firing made me jump and scream. My father snatched me off of Maverick’s back and began to run through the woods with me. We were tackled and went rolling. I landed on my back and looked up. A large black bear had my father pinned against a tree. Blood dripped from its teeth and he was snapping at my father’s throat. I screamed and a moment later, Maverick came out of nowhere to pin the bear. My father hit the ground and he crawled over to me.

“NATASHA, RUN!”

Tears poured down my face and I shook my head. “Daddy, no. Come with me, please.”

He pushed me to my feet. “Go, now.”

I started sobbing, but got to my feet to run back to town. A medium sized bear ran behind me, almost like they were protecting me. It stopped at the edge of the forest, but I kept running until I got home. I barreled into the house and my mother glared at me.

“You’re tracking mud on my clean floors.”

I dashed over to her and clung to her pants. “Daddy was hurt.”

She sighed. “Where?”

“In the trees.”

She shrugged. “Maverick will protect him, Natasha. Go to bed.”

I wiped my nose on my sleeve, knowing that arguing with her would get me nowhere. I went into my room and put my pajamas on. A knock on the front door had me running to the staircase. My mother opened the door and a man stood there with his arm around my father’s waist. My mother moved to the side and he helped my father in. A little girl and a little boy, both of them slightly older than me, walked between the strange man and a fierce looking woman. I ran down the stairs.

“Daddy? Are you okay?”

He reached for me and the man helped him lift me up. “I’m okay, sweetheart. Maverick saved me.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I was so scared.”

He hugged me. “I know. It’s okay.”

I looked at the man to thank him, but a few braids in his hair made me giggle. “Look, Daddy, he has braids.”

The man smiled at me. “Braids are cool. I think they make me look tough.”

I beamed at my father. “See, Daddy?”

A growl came from behind us and I looked over my father’s shoulder. I saw Timothy with a gun aimed at another bear. Timothy backed up slowly and the bear stood up on his hind legs. Timothy brought the gun up higher and the bear swung sharp claws at him. I screamed.

I sat up straight in the bed, my heart threatening to pound out of my chest. I leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited all over the floor. Someone rubbed my back and pulled my hair back. I struggled to draw in oxygen as I dry heaved. I fisted the sheets in my hands.

“Timothy? TIMOTHY!,” I screamed.

“Shh, baby, I’m right here.”

I glanced over my shoulder at him and frantically rolled towards him. I ran my hands over his body to assure myself he was uninjured. Once satisfied, he was okay, I slapped him. He covered his cheek.

“I deserved that.”

I slapped him again, before scrambling out of bed.

“Where are you going?,” he asked.

“AWAY FROM YOU!,” I yelled.

He got up to follow me as I stormed down the stairs. “Tasha, I-”

I spun on him angrily. “You gave me a nightmare,” I accused as I poked him in the chest. “I was dreaming about my father and you showed up attacking the bear.” I wrapped my arms around my waist as tears poured down my face. “I don’t want to be afraid of the bears. They are our protectors.”

He reached for me. “Tasha-”

I slapped him again and ran down the stairs to flee out of the house. I raced two houses down and began to pound on the door. It was yanked open and Jamie immediately tugged me into his arms.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I didn’t want to be with Timothy.”

He led me inside of his house to the kitchen. He started boiling some water and put a few tea bags in it. He set some cookies in front of me, before leaning against the island.

“Want to talk about it?”

“He attacked a bear.”

Jamie sighed. “Maybe Carson attacked him, did you ever think about that?”

I pushed the cookies away. “Are you defending him? Wait, Carson?”

He nodded. “He is the main bear. He… he is protective.”

“What happened to Maverick?”

“He is dying.”

I studied him. “What is going on, Jamie? Why does Timothy hate bears?”

He sighed and went to prepare a mug of tea. “Would it satisfy you enough if I said there was an understanding between our town and the bears.”

“What do you mean there was?”

He didn’t answer, so I got up to stand behind him. “Jamie, please, tell me.”

He turned around to face me. “There are people with the bears that want you and we don’t want them to take you.”

I tilted my head, trying to figure out his riddles. None of it made sense to me and for some reason nobody wanted me to know. He cupped my face and kissed me.

“Tasha, we love you. We don’t want you to leave us.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I am not leaving you guys. I just need to know the truth. Why won’t you just tell me?”

He picked me up and I put my legs around his waist. “What if I told you that the bears in the forest woods were really people and the king of bears wants you to be his mate?”

My eyes widened. “I would tell you that as awesome as that sounds, people don’t shift into animals. Even if they did, who has ever heard of a bear? Wolves, sure, but never a bear.”

He shrugged. “Alright. Then we’ll stick with weird people story.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry I said I didn’t want to marry you guys.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to marry one of us?,” he teased.

“I don’t know, but I can tell you that I want to fuck you guys.” I kissed him. “One is particularly in my desires to touch.”

He grinned. “Right now?”

I ground against him. “Take me to bed, Jamie.”

He shook his head and set me on the counter. He pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra. He kissed down to chest and slowly sank to the ground as his lips trailed lower. He took my pants off and I giggled as I almost slid off the counter. He helped me back up more, before kissing up my leg to lick my pussy. I jumped and stared down at him.

“Jamie.. I… we’ve been active….,” I tried to remind him, blushing.

He licked me again and I groaned. He inserted a finger to stroke me inside and I closed my eyes. His mouth went from licking at my core to sucking on my clit. I ran my fingers through his hair and started moving my pussy against his mouth.

“Jamie,” I moaned. “That feels so good.”

He added another finger and sucked hard on my clit. Pleasure tore through me and I screamed. He lapped at my juices hungrily until my body relaxed. He grinned up at me.

“Feel like giving me another first?”

“What?”

He stood up to pick me up again. I clung to him as he carried me to his room. He laid me on the bed and reached for a bottle of lube on his bedside table.

“Timothy got quite a few of your firsts. I want some, too.”

I eyed him suspiciously. “What are you going to do with that?”

“Can I take your anal virginity?”

My mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?”

He nodded. I bit my lip as I thought about it. I had already done a lot with them. Would this even really matter? I slowly rolled over and got up on my hands and knees. He rubbed my ass and I pushed back against his hand.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. He spread my cheeks and squeezed some lube onto me. He eased one finger inside and I tried to relax. He pulled it out and added another one before he pushed them both inside of me. He kept fingering me until I began to move with his rhythm. He pulled his fingers out and put his tip at my entrance. I tensed and he poured more lube onto me, before spreading me again to gently push his cock inside of my ass. I moved back onto him to get the initial thrust over with. When he was as deep as he could go, he stopped to let me adjust to his size. I slowly tilted myself forward to slide off of him, before moving back against him. He stood still while I rode him with my ass. I lowered myself until my breasts were pressed into the blankets.

“Jamie,” I moaned. “Please, fuck me.”

He gripped my hips and began to thrust into me, getting rougher with every motion. I buried my face in the blankets while he ran his hands over my body. I rolled my body and he gave a shout of ecstasy as his cock throbbed inside of me. He furiously pounded into me as he rubbed on my clit. I slid my hand to my pussy to finger myself.

“Natasha!,” he panted.

My body clenched around my fingers and I trembled as my orgasm tossed me into the universe.

“JAMIE!”

My body slid forward, forcing him to slip out. He kissed my shoulder and I glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table. I rolled over to face him.

“It’s 5:30. We have work at 9.” I let my eyes wander over his body. “Do you want to sleep?”

He shook his head, before grinning. “I want to make you scream.”

I giggled as he lowered himself on top of me. I kissed him as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“You have to earn it,” I whispered as he slid back into me.

"Gladly."