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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Taste Of Honey: Part 13 (Epilogue)

As fast as winter had seemed to settle in with the dip in temperatures, the blistering winds that ushered in heaps of snow and bone-chilling frost that hung to spindly limbs, old man winter had taken its time in recalling its touch.

There was no real rush in the season to stop the perpetual snow and the frosty clutch it held on branches, there was no stoppable attempt to warm the earth as it should’ve.

Despite its attempt to hold on until the last minute, spring had come with a soft caress that had heralded intense hope for the coming seasons wherein Ari and yourself could enjoy nature without feeling frisked by the chill.

It was getting to the point where you could start spending more time outside than you had spent inside and everything new and bright that had come with the warmer weather.

It was the slow reduction of winter and the welcomed return of life that hid from the clutches of ice and snow, that had stirred even deeper within the house.

Ari and yourself had spent the remainder of the winter, since the attack, refortifying some outlying buildings that had taken some damage that had been inflicted by himself or one of the other bears.

You had repaired and fixed what needed to be, spending the time necessary to reshape this place where it needed to be. It hadn’t been singled out to the exterior of the cabin or the outlying buildings but the need to rearrange and revamp the inside had come with an internal urge that couldn’t have possibly been ignored.

Ari was patient, he was kind and willing to help you move things around from the point you started in the living room. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger, not when he was able to do any task you wanted when you informed him where you wanted things.

It was as if you were controlled by some inner flex that wouldn’t allow you to find any kind of rest until things were suited to you.

You started with the living room, changing the way the couches were arranged before Ari had moved on to the coffee and side tables. He had moved furniture by inches or feet, he had entertained you when you wanted them angled or straightened, doing every task with growing smiles and deepening hopefulness.

He had known something you hadn’t, some secret within your body that was making the werebear act like a newborn fawn with excitement unbound, and yet he hadn’t told you a thing. Ari hadn’t once informed you of any kind of sense he got from you nor had he given you any indication why you were fidgeting and unhappy with the furniture placement.

“It’s something that happens, Honeybee.” Ari’s grin hadn’t faltered for a moment, not even when you apologized again for asking him to turn the couch again. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“The bedroom next?” You asked him while already pulling him up the staircase, tugging on his hand while he followed you faithfully.

When you had stepped foot in the bedroom you paused and hummed, one hand resting on your hip while the other had grabbed the front of your shirt and began twisting it, your hum becoming silent when you had bitten down on your bottom lip.

You had pensively glanced from one side of the room to the next while Ari had watched you with anticipation, hope and longing but never urgent. He had waited until you mumbled a comment about wanting to see the sunrise in the morning and sunset at night but didn’t want the light to directly pierce your eyes.

You hadn’t known if you were making any kind of sense to Ari, debating whether it could have even been possible and yet when he had gently ushered you out of the way and began moving the bed, you were surprised.

It wasn’t just his strength that had taken you by a surprise, but the way he dissected what you were trying to say and without a single doubt, had translated that into the perfect position for your bed. It happened within a span of fewer than ten minutes and without all the moving you’d asked of him downstairs you expected him to be tired, however not only he did not tire but he was eager to do more.

“I’ll rebuild this entire bedroom if you ask me to,” Ari spoke softly into your ear, humming pleasantly, “whatever or whenever you want me to help you-“

“I was thinking that the room beside ours…we don’t use it and I was thinking we could move that bed into the room down the hall?”

Your fingers curled and relaxed against your belly, the material trapped in your palm was almost acting as a stress ball or a fidget toy, something you used to occupy yourself. “And then maybe…leave it empty for now?”

“Are you okay, honeybee?” Ari cupped your cheeks, questioning you for the first time, his eyes searching yours with increasing tenderness. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Ri,” you responded with a soft scoff, a half laugh hanging off the edge, “of course. I just…I want to arrange some things.”

He placed a kiss against your forehead, the soft fluttering of his plump lips against your skin producing warmth that radiated from your head to your toes, the electric buzz that made you want to be completely enveloped in his entire being.

“Okay, honey.” He rest his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you back out of the room until you were back in the hallway. “Why don’t you go sit, and have something to eat?”

“Ari I can help-“ You whined, your hand now laying flat against your belly. “I want to help.”

“I can hear your stomach grumbling. Go eat, I’ll empty the room and then you can come see it. Deal?”

You sighed giving in almost immediately. “Fine, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Put your feet up, relax. Read a book-“

“Ari, I want to help.” Your voice took on a whine, a soft drawl as you relayed your need to help him for the second time.

“You can help with the furniture, honey.” Ari denied you with gentility, standing his ground with another slow building smile. “Trust me, I’ll be fine.”

With no room for argument you had given in and stepped away from him, starting down the stairs with a soft huff at your lips. You took the stairs slowly while listening to Ari closing one door and opening another.

He had to take a moment and compose himself when he stood on the edge of the room to study the single piece of furniture nestled against the wall. The weight of what it meant to him, the inanimate object that had represented so much of what he had wanted and desired in his life, was unfolding every single moment that he stared at the dark hand-carved walls.

“It’s happening.” Ari had drawn his hand over his chin before he cleared his throat and stepped out of the room, and headed toward the stairs.

He had descended the staircase one step at a time, his hand on the railing to stabilize himself before he found you and the secret was out.

At this point, he knew you weren’t aware of what this was. Ari knew you hadn’t once suspected anything other than being curious about wanting to rearrange everything. It was mildly curious to you and something you could have easily blamed and explained on spring cleaning however he had known the truth.

He knew that you were willing and wanting to change things up without having an explanation, and Ari was more than happy to help. He couldn’t have denied you this.

“Honeybee,” he found you bundled up on the couch, your hands tucked under your cheek and a blanket bunched between your legs, pillow discarded onto the floor, “baby, I have to show you something.”

He shook you lightly, being gentle and trying not to scare you though when you had opened your eyes, it was futile to resist the urge to kiss you. He was inexplicably drawn to brush his lips upon your own, kissing you into consciousness while helping you sit up.

He had caressed your cheeks, studying and searching your face while you sat on the cushions for a brief moment before you finally stood. Ari’s hand settled on the small of your back, leaning you against him as he escorted you back toward the bedroom you wanted to have cleaned out.

He could tell you were in a daze of sorts, not quite yourself in any frame of mind although there was clarity settling in where exhaustion once was.

“Let me know what you think.” Ari turned the handle and pushed the door in, exposing the bare room save for the single piece of furniture set against the wall.

“A crib,” even as you spoke the words your hands fell to your stomach, “Ari…”

“You’re nesting, honeybee.” He spoke with pride, immense happiness at the prospect. “That’s why you want to rearrange everything.”

“But I don’t feel…different.” At first you were confused, puzzled by the news that hadn’t felt right. “I don’t feel-“

“Y/N,” Ari grasped your hand, lifting it to kiss your knuckles before he dropped to his knees and rest his ear against your belly, “I can hear our baby. I hear our cub, I can smell them. Its…alive.”

“A baby,” you ran your fingers through his hair, stroking your nails across his scalp and then your voice shook, “Ari, we’re having a baby!”

He turned his head and placed soft kissed against your stomach, lifting your shirt with every kiss until his skin met yours. “Thank you, mate. This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

“A baby,” you hiccuped through tears, “we’re having a baby.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 (ma fée)

valentine's day masterlist - fairytale

summary - your bear Ari has a plan on what to give you for valentine's day, and he's so excited by his idea.

the gif and header I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Ari had woken up with a bright idea and wanted to do something special for you. You had been the most extraordinary thing he’s ever come across, and you stayed even when you knew he was more beast than man. You had brightened up his life, making living so much better. The other day when he was scavenging for food, he came across a beautiful field covered in the prettiest flowers that reminded him of you.

As you slept, Ari climbed out of bed, pulled on a pair of tight shorts and walked out of the room and house. His tanned chest glistened as the sun shone on him, and a pleasant shiver ran through his body as the warmth set in. He made his way to the field, grinning as he set eyes on the blooming flowers.

Ari muttered to himself as he plucked flower after flower, mixing colours and types. He giggled as he stared at the pretty colours in his grip. When Ari thought he had enough to give you, he began walking back to the cabin. A large grin formed when he noticed you were finally awake, causing him to pick up his pace and rush forward.

“Little fairy.” You turn, your wings fluttering behind you as your eyes take in your bear of a partner. His large body filled the cabin doorway, and the breeze behind him caused his long, fluffy hair to brush forward. Your eyes trailed down and took in the curly hair on his chest and stomach, feeling your mouth water at the beautiful sight. But nothing could compete with the bulge threatening to break out of those tight shorts. He has a large, shy grin as he stares at you, a small, hand-picked bouquet in his grip. Ari points to himself, “Bear.” And then he thrusts the flowers forward, “Picked flowers for you!”

You fly over to him and smile at the pretty flowers. “They are so pretty, my big bear. You picked these just for me?” He nods, thrusting them closer to you. His eyes wide and brows furrowed, hoping you’d like the effort and thought.

“Fairy, like?” He squirms, palms sweating as you stare at him with so much love. You fly up to his face, kissing his plump pink lips softly.

“I love them, Ari. You are so thoughtful and perfect, and I love you.” You place your tiny hand on his cheek, a squeak escaping you as he grabs your body. His lips cover your face and body as happiness explodes within him.

“Love fairy too.”

You and Ari bask in love and happiness. He carries you to the table and places you and the flowers down before walking over to the fruit bowl in the fridge. Ari grabs a handful of berries and carries them over to you. He smiles and coos as you allow him to feed you, his soft yet rough voice filling the room. “Good, fairy. So pretty. Like flowers. My little fairy. All mine, only bears.”

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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The Hunt, Ari Levinson

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, gore, mentions of bows and arrows, knife violence, slight angst, sacrficies, dubcon relationship.

Your head snapped up at the noise that came from the riverbank’s opposite edge. The anxiety bubbled in your chest as you wondered if it would be man or beast, and if you’d have to take another life today, so you ducked behind the rock you were hunting from. That was, until you spotted a large grizzly padding his way towards the stream.��

You held your position, refusing to make a move; because if you did, it was highly likely that you could come across as prey to the bear, and if it was hungry, that could very well be your last mistake. Your heart raced as you watched the majestic beast, feeling a sort of calm washing over your senses. But through it all, the worry was in your veins, waiting on the call to flee or fight.

But the bear almost seemed to be paying you no mind, instead making his way to the water. You found a small smile making its way to the corners of your lips, pulling on them as it flopped onto its side, allowing the water to soak its dense fur. The bear had no concern to see you as a threat.

You giggled, unable to stop the nervous habit as you watched the bear roll in the water.

The bear’s movements ceased, and his head shot up into the cool Autumn air. Your breath caught in your throat. The giant, majestic creature was watching you intently with oceanic eyes that seemed to stare through your very soul.

“I won’t hurt you,” you offered softly, stepping out of the way of the rock, so that if you had to run you could. But instead, you picked up one of the salmon you’d caught just a few moments before. You tossed it to the bear, and it landed with a dull thud against the stream’s embankment. The bear looked at you cautiously, as though it were gauging you, before rising out of the water and heading towards the fish. You held your hands out defensively as you took a step back, “I won’t hurt you Mr. Bear.”

The bear chuffed, and had you known any better you would have thought it sounded like the bear was laughing at you. You, a simple woman from the village, a threat to the behemoth…anyone would find that laughable.

“I’m sharing my dinner,” you commented dryly, unamused by the bear’s attitude towards you, “you better not attack me for it later…”

The bear snorted heavily over the salmon, before digging into it. You watched, momentarily, as the bear’s claws shredded the fish as though it were something insignificant, and a worry brewed in the back of your mind, reminding you that the bear was no simple house pet that you could tame.

With a sigh, you dropped your hands, and slowly made your way back towards your supplies. Looking around, you realized that it was still far too light to make a fire, as other hunters would be able to spot you, so you dug your knife into the fish and tore it open, eating what you could.

Slowly, you noticed the bear began paying more and more attention to you while you attempted to eat your food. You spared him a sad look, “don’t make me give up the last of it too…I was only able to catch two today…and I haven’t had anything to eat yesterday.”

The bear stopped picking at his salmon, instead choosing to pick it up and angle his head in a way that looked like he was about to shake it. You watched curiously as he ‘threw’ the mangled fish back to you.

Your heart raced momentarily, and you prayed that the bear that had found you wasn’t a shifter. It was the annual hunt, and you’d been in the woods for two nights now without seeing any of them and had killed two men who had found you and attempted to take your maidenhood.

“You can’t…understand me…can you?”

To your question the bear began licking his paws. You narrowed your eyes, watching for any signs that he could possibly be a shifter or that he understood what you were saying, but the longer you watched him, the sillier you felt.

“Of course you can’t understand me,” you muttered softly as you looked away from him, “these woods are driving me crazy…they’ve got me thinking you’re a shifter.”

The bear had gone back to ignoring her and had dipped himself partially back into the water. You giggled watching as he rubbed his back on one of the larger rocks either to scratch an itch or clean himself, you weren’t all too sure. But you were quick to frown when you saw the dried blood on your hands.

The blood of the two men you had killed.

The blood and guts of the salmon?

You weren’t too sure anymore.

“If I bathe in the stream, will you promise not to eat me, Mr. Bear?”

The bear chose to ignore you, yet again, satisfying his own bathing needs.

With a quick glance over your shoulder your breathing got heavier. It was now or never, and you had to decide if you wanted to remain dirty and bloodied, or if you wanted to clean yourself off. If you waited any longer, then it might be too late to adequately dry off, and the cool autumn night would leave you with a chill and get you sick.

You through your clothes off, quickly stripping yourself away from them and you ran into the water. It wasn’t shallow, that much you knew from when you were fishing earlier. It was deep enough to where you could go out to your waist. But suddenly you felt self-conscious. Your eyes whipped around until you caught sight of the bear, watching you yet again.

Your hands raced up your chest, cradling your breasts, covering yourself from the beast.

“Look away, you naughty bear.”

But the bear continued to watch you, curiosity overtaking him.

The anxiety came bubbling back up, so you dunked yourself quickly, to make sure that you could get the grime out of your hair and off of your face. But when you came back up, the bear was no longer in the water.

He’d made his way up the embankment and was watching you from a much closer distance. He was sniffing your clothing.

“Go away!” you begged, covering your modesty, while trying to encourage the wild beast to leave you alone, “go away, please!”

But he didn’t. He only seemed to sniff your clothes more vigorously, pawing at the material.

Until a twig snapped.

You didn’t hear it, but he did. His head snapped in the direction of the action, and your eyes followed his. It took you but a moment to race out of the water, forgetting your modesty as you rushed to your clothes.

“Please don’t kill me!” you begged as you startled the bear, “whatever you heard made you nervous…and I can’t let anyone find me…not like this.”

You rushed back into your shoddy and torn dress, and he seemed to place himself between you and whatever was out there. Without thinking about it, your hand gripped his fur, as though he were some living teddy bear, your animal protector.

A shiver ran down your spine, and a gust of wind shot up your dress, making you feel chilled to the bone.

“Whatever you are hearing, I think we should leave.”

This, the bear seemed to understand, as he gently nudged you. You didn’t even question how the bear managed to make you feel safe.

You were being hunted by man and beast alike, and yet, this large grizzly seemed to make you feel like you were protected.

You followed his gentle nudges, never once letting go of the soft chestnut fur, until you reached a cave, a few miles away. The bear was the one that had stopped the two of you in your journey, looking carefully at you.

“Is it-is it safe in there?”

He sniffed the air, before walking in, leaving you outside of the cave. You looked around the woods, unable to see if there was a threat. But you felt a longing to be near the bear again. The two of you had an unspoken understanding and a mutual respect; and if nothing else, he was offering you a safe space for the night.

His cave was dark, but roomy. Walking into it, you had expected a dirty cavern that would be tight and congested, littered with fish bones or whatever carcasses the bear could have managed to bring back, but yet this den was anything but.

You felt worry in the pit of your stomach as you looked around. There wasn’t any sign that a human had been there recently, but that still didn’t mean that you were off the hook yet. It didn’t mean that a shifter couldn’t be lurking around.

A large grizzly like the one that had taken you in and offered you security for your simple act of kindness could easily be loyal to a shifter; and werebears and mountain lions were popular in the area.

You looked around the den, seeing that the bear had taken up residence in one of the darker, more tighter corners, and you nodded to yourself. If he was a shifter, he would have changed by now. Off in a separate corner, you saw a little cavern, one that looked small enough to build a fire. It had a peaked roof, and walking into it, you noticed that it had a tunnel that went deeper off into the cave.

With another nod, you made your way back to the entrance. But you stopped when the bear grumbled. Turning on your heel, you sighed. He was still watching you.

“I’m going to get some firewood,” you told him, as though your comments would mean much to him, “I’m human, which means I could die of hypothermia if I don’t stay warm through the night…I need a fire.”

The bear laid back down, and for another moment, you wondered if he was at least loyal to the shifters, or at least understood the words you were speaking. But when his eyes closed and he started resting once again, you continued your journey outside.

It wasn’t hard to find kindling, and other wood pieces that you could use to build and maintain a fire through at least the coldest hours of the night. And before the sunset started peaking over the foothills, you were finding your way back to the entrance yet again and quickly making your way to the cavern where you could light your little fire.

The evening came quickly, and you were warmed by your fire; your guard bear snoring lightly off in his little corner. It wasn’t until you heard some noise outside that you put your fire out, deciding that you were going to investigate.

Your stomach plummeted when a group of three men were stumbling through the clearing and towards your sanctuary.

“Hold your position,” you proclaimed loudly, making your presence known to the men who were whispering and arguing about where to hide for the night, “what business have you here?”

“Please Miss,” one called, holding out his pitch torch so that he and his companions were lit well enough for you to see that they were injured. You gasped, seeing the claw marks on their arms and chests, “we were attacked-our village. By a werebear. We saw puffs of smoke through the woods, coming from the top of this hill.”

“Y-you cannot come here!” you said quickly, “I-I cannot help you.”

“We only need a place to rest,” the second began, pulling away from his friends, “we will protect you if another shows.”

“NO!” you called firmly, taking a few steps back, “you must leave! Now! Keep your evils away from me.”

“What are you hiding, Miss?”

“I know her,” the third spoke calmly, raising his head and looking at you. You felt your chest tighten, “you were the sacrifice…y-you’re the reason they’re going feral…”

“I-“

“You are conspiring with them!” the first accused, suddenly becoming angry, “why else would you be hiding away while the villages are getting destroyed!”

“No, I-“

“You’re a witch, aren’t you?” the first proclaimed, suddenly angry. He dropped his torch and reached behind himself, grabbing his bow and an arrow off his back, “WITCH!”

“No, wait,” you began, racing to tell him that you weren’t a witch or conspiring with anyone, “I-“

“BEAR!”

Suddenly, you were being pushed out of the way by a mass of chestnut fur. Your protector had awoken, and not taken kindly to other humans being around the two of you.

The injured men quickly took up fighting stances, dropping their torches in favor of weapons, while your bear charged towards them. The arrow whizzed past its position, and thudded softly against the bear’s arm, drawing a loud, angry roar from him.

Your hands went up to your mouth, and you gasped. The creature that had been watching out for you was struck by men, and it was all your fault.

But he continued his assault, quickly taking down the man with the bow, while the second man left his injured friend behind and came at you with a knife. Behind him, his friends screamed as they were being mauled by the bear, limbs being shredded, muscle eviscerated, and blood splattering against the trees and soft forest floor.

“Witch!” he proclaimed, rushing you with his knife. You dodged the first gouge he attempted, and he managed to catch the edge of your dress with his next downwards slice.

“I’m not!” you began, rushing towards you own supplies inside the cave. He caught you on the next slash, the soft flesh of your thigh splitting open with his shallow cut. You fell to the ground as the pain rushed your leg and blood tinted your skin, “Please! STOP!”

The man’s mouth fell open. He looked like he was gasping for breath, as his actions faltered. The knife fell out of his hand and hit the cave floor, clattering about. Your short, ragged breathing slowed when you saw the large bear behind him, and in a moment, the man fell to his knees, blood pouring around the back of his neck, and staining his tunic red.

And then his head fell to the floor in front of you.

You stifled a shriek behind your hand, your mind racing all too fast over what had just happened. You looked to your bear, forgetting your own injury as you noticed an arrow sticking out from one of his forearms, and a gash just between his front haunches.

“Y-you’re injured.”

The bear looked at you and you could see that his own injuries didn’t matter to him. You turned towards your supplied and reached for something to help him.

“Le-let me…Please. Pl-please let me take care of you, Mr. Bear.”

The bear gave a grumble, but fell down beside her, far too exhausted from his own battle to argue. You were quick to pull out your bottle of alcohol, needle, and some dried strips of animal muscle. You winced putting pressure on your leg, and decided that after you took care of your protector you would stitch yourself up. Until then, you ripped a strip of your dress off and tied it around your thigh so that the bleeding would at least have pressure on it.

Turning your attention back to the bear, you noticed his eyes fighting to stay open.

“Please don’t die on me,” you begged softly, stroking his muzzle. He gave you an apologetic look and you returned it, holding up the bottle of alcohol, “I know you can’t understand me…but what I’m about to do is going to hurt…I’m sorry Mr. Bear…”

He groaned when you opened the bottle and poured some of your booze on his wounds. You frowned, wishing that you didn’t have to hurt him so. Putting your hand on the arrow, you broke off the end that was sticking out of him and pulled it through the other side.

He gave an angry roar, but restrained himself, not snapping at you like you had expected.

“I’m sorry,” you reiterated whilst you stitched up the wounds. Every once in a while, your bear would softly groan at you, but he didn’t make any attempt to hurt you. When you were finally done, he rolled onto his back. You softly touched his fur, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Bear…I really am.”

But your protector was already off in his own dream world, his oceanic eyes covered up by his furry lids. So, you turned your attention towards yourself. With a shiver, you realized that you’d put out your fire when the group of men had come towards the cave, so your first order of business was to make sure that you could get it started back up again.

When you felt yourself becoming warmed up by the fire, and the cave started feeling like an acceptable temperature you turned your attention to your own wounds. With a heavy sigh, you peeled the dried strip of dress from the gash on your leg.

The burn made you cringe, and you whimpered, knowing that in just a few minutes it was going to get worse. Taking your needle, you sterilized it with your alcohol. Then, taking a heavy swig, you poured a healthy amount over your own wound.

“FUCK!”

You hadn’t realized that the bear was awake and watching you again. Or that his heart ached as he saw you tending to your own wounds, wishing that he could show himself to you.

But he still didn’t have the strength. He was still far too weak to go back to his human form to let you know that he would protect you in any way possible.

So, he watched you with a heavy heart as you sewed your own wounds shut. And when you lazily crawled towards him, he closed his lids, pretending not to notice your small form against his beastly one.

“You better not eat me in my sleep,” you whimpered softly, petting his chestnut fur. He felt a contented rumble growing deep within himself as it emanated from his body, “you’re a sweet bear…I only hope you stay that way in the morning.”

But when the first morning lights streaked through the entrance of the cave, it was not a bear that you were wrapped up in. It was not the two large furry paws, or chestnut fur that had kept you warm long after the fire died out.

In its place was a man, naked as the day he was born. He had long chestnut hair, and his chest was speckled similarly with patches over his pecs and running down the center of his chest.

You jumped away from him, shocked at what was going on, lost in the translation of it all. His eyes opened tiredly, but just enough so that he could peak at you before closing them once again, “I’m tired little mate…come back to me and let us rest until the afternoon…”

“Y-you’re human!” she said quickly, “wh-where is my bear? Who are you? What did you do to him?”

His eyes opened and you gasped, “What on earth are you talking about, little mate? It’s still me. I’m still Ari, your bear.”

“Y-you were a shifter.”

“I am a shifter,” he said softly, rolling onto his back. You gasped, seeing the wounds on his forearm and chest, “I couldn’t change back after those men…”

“And before that?”

“Little mate, we have all the time in the world to discuss that, now that I’ve found you before the third day ends,” he reminded you. You looked to the entrance of the cave, tempted to run, “I will say that you can run, but I’ve already got your scent in my mind…I was tracking you for nearly two days, little one…I doubt you’ll be able to escape me now.”

“But I-“

“And anyways…I’m a bear…I like the chase. It really revs me up,” he growled playfully, sparing you a glance. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes subconsciously worked down his chest to his growing erection, “what, little mate? Do I pique your interest in this form?”

“D-don’t call me that…”

“Call you what?” he asked, the playfulness falling away from himself, “Mate? That’s what you are. You’re my mate.”

“I am a sacrifice,” you reminded him, your eyes turning stony, “I was thrown in the forest and told to run. If I was caught by a bear or a human-“

“Do you wish to fight me?”

Your eyes slipped back to your supplies, before shifting to his again. It was like he was calling your bluff, but neither one of you moved.

“Come back to bed then, little mate,” he said softly, opening his arms out to you, “I could still keep you warm…just in a variety of different, more creative ways…”

“I-I don’t know you. I don’t w-“

“As I’ve told you before, my name is Ari,” he began, leaning on one of his elbows. Your eyes shot to his fully hardened appendage and you blushed, looking away again, “you know, it’s very rude to be eyeing a bear up the way you are…coming into my den with me…laying with me but not-“

“I have not laid with you, bear.”

“Ari…”

“Ari,” you repeated, giving him the small victory of saying his name. A rumble erupted from his throat, and it sent butterflies fluttering about in your stomach, “please stop looking at me like that.”

“Then come back to bed, little mate,” Ari repeated, holding his arms outstretched to you, “do not leave king of the bears waiting too long for his queen and mate. I would hate for you to send me into a rut our first night together…we bears are known for losing our senses…and while I would enjoy taking your maidenhood, cubs are a thing that I don’t wish to scare you with.”

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Taste Of Honey: Part 8

A/N: Smut, chase kink, biting/marking

“You are officially the worst at making s’mores.” The sound of your laugh and the way the light had been cast upon your face, the rise and fall of shadows that had been reflected upon you, was another fabrication that made him crumble completely.

“I thought the point was to get your fingers covered in marshmallow?” Ari had leaned in to press his fingertips against your cheeks, absorbing your surprised squeak with a kiss from his lips, the sound akin to a wounded animal becoming a soft and relenting giggle as you willingly started to straddle his lap.

It felt as if it was the beginning of your relationship, the first true start and the memory itself would be engrained in his mind. The feel of your flesh against his, the sound of your laugh and the flutter of your heart that he coined as the most beautiful sound he had heard yet, had been carved in stone in his mind.

You were his everything. You were all he had ever wanted and needed.

Ari woke with fire surging through his veins and the beast inside of him gnawing at the surface. He had woken to the bolt of electricity striking him down where he had laid, fat beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks and neck as he had gripped the sheets with all his might.

He had fought against the ravaging cycle that would make him more beastly in human flesh than he had been in ages. It was you that set off the rut, it was you that had driven him to such irreparable highs that were agonizing. He had molten lava coursing through his veins while the barrier between the bear and the human had dwindled to a razor-thin line.

“Y/N,” he spoke your name, groaned in contempt as he rutted his hips, the tip of his cock painfully jutting against the seam of his jeans, “you need to leave.”

He had pictured it, he had seen it behind his eyelids like a porno playing out before him. He had seen your mouth open in pleasure and your voice raw from screaming his name as he fucked you with everything he had. Ari had seen the way you dug your nails into his shoulders until he bled until you were unable to grasp reality.

Ari could feel his cock plunging into your soaked pussy, his cock stretching your pussy walls as you struggled to take him all. His balls slapping against you as he fucked you stupid, as his rut forced him to use you as a receptacle for his seed, and he would be unable to stop. He wouldn’t stop until your pussy was dripping his cum and your belly had been prodded with his cock.

“Fuck!” Ari growled your name, your scent coiling around him like a vice that was urging him to break the binds of his bear, to allow that animalistic drive loose. “Y/N you need to get out of here!”

“Ari,” you stepped through the door into his bedroom and his bear had growled with need and desire, “Ari you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“You need to leave!” God, how he wanted to pin you down and fuck you for hours. How he wanted to chase you through the woods only to catch you and sink his teeth into the nape of your neck, marking you as his. He wanted to fuck you into the earth, to fuck you in the dirt and reduce the two of you to the primal carnality that bound you together.

“Ari, please…” Your hand rested against his cheek, your palm brushing against his beard as your scent invigorated him. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanna fuck you,” he howled with desire and vibrant need, “God! I wanna make you ride my fucking face, Honeybee.”

He couldn’t be gentle anymore. He was in a rut.

“W-what?” You stuttered, taken back and mildly surprised by the deep husk of his voice. Your heart was racing, you were scared of him but not terrified. You knew, in some manner that you were not going to be hurt by him, not in any way that wasn’t pleasurable.

“I wanna fuck you stupid. I wanna impale you on my cock and fuck you into exhaustion.” He had looked your way, he had cast his gold eyes upon you only a flicker of his usual blue within the intense gaze. “Come here, sweetheart. It’s okay. Come closer so I can feel you.”

Ari’s bear was enticing him, it was gaining control and urging you forward so he could pull you onto the bed and slam your slick cunt over his mouth. He was using the draw, the connection between you two to try and convince you to come within reach because once he could grab you, the rut would start.

“I think you’re right. I think I should leave.” You stepped backward, you had moved less than a foot, and the movement had stirred an entirely different reaction in Ari.

“Yes, sweetheart.” He growled pleasantly, stirred by the prospect of a fight. “Run, run away from me so I can catch you and fuck you where you’re caught.”

“Ari…,” you whimpered, and when he had caught the scent of your honey dripping between your thighs, it wasn’t a human sound that was yanked from his throat. It was pure animalistic drive and lust.

“Run,” he growled and started to push himself to stand, “fucking run.”

Ari watched you with the intense gaze of a predator, he had watched you as you stepped back again, fingers splayed against the door frame. He watched you, he studied you and then white hot pleasure had shot through him when you had licked your bottom lip and swallowed heavily.

You were as turned on as he was, you were blissfully aware and wanting to be fucked, as he wanted to fuck. You just didn’t know that his rut had triggered a response of your own, something Ari would tell you later when you both settled. He would tell you exactly what happened and why, after his rut was over.

“You want me to run?” You were halfway out the door already, simply confirming what he was trying to get across. “You want to chase me?”

“I’m going to hunt you,” Ari growled low in his chest, and rut his cock against his hand, “now run little rabbit. Run and let me catch you.”

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run

Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun

You felt like the rabbit in the children’s song that was steadily echoing in your mind, the prey that was being tracked down by the beast of man with iron and steel in his hands, the ability to render you lifeless. You had felt like the small critter bursting through the woods while the predator that was waiting to sink its teeth into you was trailing behind.

It was the falsity of fear that had surged through your brain and the adrenaline flooding your system while you darted off into the woods knowing that Ari would come crashing after you.

It wasn’t as if you feared him because you thought he would hurt you, it was the kind of fear that was arousing and erotic, the kind of jarring that made you well aware of how warm it was between your thighs and how desperate you were to come to a complete stop.

You wanted him to catch you, but you would not let it be easy.

“Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run. Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run. Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun.” Ari’s voice carried through the woods, his tone lingering and hovering low to the ground that had thrown you off guard, stilling your movements.

You had thought he was farther back however perhaps you were wrong, maybe he was closer than you had anticipated.

“Are you scared?” the hair on the back of your neck had stood, a shiver running down your spine when Ari had spoken again.

His husky voice was all around you, it echoed from every direction and there was no clear indication of where he was in the woods surrounding you, and as eery as his voice was coming from your surrounding, it was nothing compared to the silence that followed.

Ari was a predator among the woods, he was intimidating and the life around him was reacting in silence. It was still, any wildlife around him as he was on the hunt had become lifeless, aware that at any moment Ari could strike out at them.

His presence while he was in that primal and intensified state of needing to ‘find and fuck’ was intimidating to even you, and you had the secured knowledge that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Ari…” your chest rose and fell with rapid and exhausted breaths, your eyes darting around the surrounding expanse of thick woods and overhanging limbs.

There was a heaviness to the leaves that hung from the spindly branches, the overhanging greenery casting shadows that had truly made you question what was real and what was in your head.

“I’m here, mate.” Ari’s crisp baritone was present in your ear, over your shoulder and surrounding you in every possible way like a vine crawling and climbing up your legs for stability. “You don’t see me?”

“You’re fucking with me.” You wiped your hands on your legs and exhaled slowly, your heart racing with a steady thrash, your skin prickling when you heard branches snapping behind you.

“Am I fucking with you?” Ari was close and you were hyper-aware of his presence as he surrounded you, as stalked around you. “Am I screwing with you, mate?”

Your eyes closed for a moment, and your eyes fluttered closed when you felt hands upon your arms and a puff of warm air against the back of your neck. The presence of a strong chest against your back was an illusion that spurred you into action and gave you another chance to run.

You had to dart forward again, dashing through the tree line with new invigoration that spurred you forward. You had turned a corner, sharply, and had narrowly missed a low-hanging branch. You had thought you were safe, though you had escaped Ari and the chase had continued.

“I told you I would find you,” Ari had come from out of nowhere and grasped your hips, pulling you back to his chest, his lips slated against your ear, “and now I’m going to fuck you as I promised.”

“Ari,” you shuddered against him, pleasure already buzzing within you and the warmth that had been pooling between your legs was immense, “please-“

“I know what you need.” Ari had slipped his hand down your stomach to the band of your jeans, his fingers tearing the button from the denim, throwing it to the side like it was a piece of cotton.

He had kept himself pressed against you, firmly holding your back to his chest while his lips grazed the shell of your ear. His hand had slipped beneath the band of your jeans, fingers pushing aside your panties with a stark drive and hunger. The feeling of his fingers against your warmth, against your dripping cunt was immediately drawing moans and whimpers from your lips.

He was relentless in the soft strokes of his fingers against your puffy pussy lips, first getting you stretched out and worked up with his thick digits pushing into your cunt, sinking into your length. You were driven by the same hunger, the same lust that was driving Ari and had started rocking your hips against the thrust of his fingers.

You rest your head back against his shoulder, your body and mind aware of Ari’s free hand continuing to rip and tug at your clothes. He was freeing you of your restraints and the chill of the air that had hit your bared flesh was another soft whimper that was snuffed out quickly by his fingers tracing your lips.

“I love the sounds you make and I don’t want you to be quiet-“ Ari grunted and ground himself against you, his cock angrily pulsing against your bare ass, trapped behind his restrictive clothing. “-give me all you have.”

Ari’s fingers curled inside your cunt as he pushed them deeper inside your spongy dripping walls, stirring the fire within your belly that was making you crater against him.

It was your desire and your need, it was your hunger that had made you ride his fingers. You were desperately holding onto him, your nails digging into his forearms while he whispered sweet and filthy things into your ears.

You were moments away from orgasm, moments away from hitting that pivotal high that would’ve been as blissful as it was endless when Ari had pulled his fingers out of your cunt, denying you the ability to have that pleasure.

He had turned your head and swallowed your whines with his lips, silencing your stifled whimpers.

“You’re not going to cum unless it’s on my cock.” Ari had pulled away, just long enough to set you on the mossy ground and spin you to face him. “Tell me what you want.”

He towered above you, still clothed while you were standing on the strips of cloth he had destroyed, your body reacting to the chill of the cooling weather and the heat that was radiating from his massive body.

You had whined in need, your thighs rubbing together to feel some kind of friction that you needed and craved, holding out as long as possible to keep yourself grounded with the feeling of being in control.

You knew, that realistically, you were going to completely lose your mind and all sense of reasoning when Ari had decided he couldn’t hold out.

“Come on mate, tell me what you want.” Ari had worked quickly on his barriers, ripping and tearing them off just as he had done with yours, freeing himself to the same chill and the same basest nakedness that you were reduced to.

It was the sight of his veiny and thick cock, the beads of precum dripping from his head and the weighty drop of his balls that had made your inability to speak your desire more obvious. You were captivated by his thick length, by the promise of the stretch and burn that would come as he plunged himself deep within your walls.

However, it was the way he had grabbed his cock at the base and pumped his shaft twice that made you crumble. It was the soft and languid strokes that had lit the fire in your belly.

Your lips moved with your desire, you spoke your want and needs while your ears rang. You couldn’t hear the sound of your voice but you knew you had given him the admission he wanted because Ari had proceeded to follow up with the quick yank of you to his chest. His hands grasped your hips, lifting you from the mossy ground to pierce your cunt with his throbbing cock.

The pleasured and slightly startled squeak was high-pitched yet momentary that had quickly bled into your moans that were deeply rooted in desire. You were rocking your hips against his thrusts, your body jerking from how he had thrust into you. Ari’s hands had gripped and squeezed your ass as he helped you ride his cock, assisted you in taking every thick inch. It was the sound of fucking, the sound of skin slapping skin and the feel of his lips against your chest as he lapped at the beads of sweat that had rolled down your chest.

It was the primal drive to fuck and be fucked that had made you cry out his name as he lifted you from his cock only to slam you back down onto his shaft.

“You’re taking me so fucking well.” Ari’s eyes had flashed gold, he was becoming more beastly with every thrust. “You were made for my cock.”

Ari had pushed you back against the nearest tree, holding you against the bark as he fucked into you. His lips had traced your left nipple, tongue teasing the hard nub as your back arched and your head lolled against the wood. You were unable to form thoughts and make any kind of noise that wasn’t a pleasured scream. You were stuck between his body and the tree, jerking and moving pliantly as he fucked you how he wanted.

“Ari, I’m close,” your voice was strained by gasps and whimpers, your body rocking against him as your pussy clenched tightly around his thick cock, “Ari, I can’t-“

He growled against your lips, more beast than man. He was swallowing every sound you made, every cry and whine, every grunt of your pleasure was muffled by his lips as he took all you could give him. Ari was relentless, he was fucking you like the wild animal he felt he was, using you as a receptacle for his seed.

“Bite me,” one hand was against his back, nails digging into his flesh while the other had grabbed a hold of his hair, yanking on the sleek brown strands, holding onto him with all you could, “bite me, mark me, make yours-“

Ari had pushed you against the tree, pulling out once more to slam back into you. He had angled his head against your neck and suckled on your flesh.

He waited until he felt your cunt and your orgasm on the edge, and then he parted his lips and bit down on your flesh. His teeth sank deep into your neck as your pussy clutched his cock, your cunt walls squeezing him while your release had gushed. You were screaming his name, your voice on the cusp of being hoarse from how you had screamed your desire.

He took it all, he had taken all of it while he flooded your pussy with his thick, hot seed, fucking his spend into your cunt to deposit every last drop.

Ari had kept his lips on your neck, he had kept his tongue against your flesh lapping at any residual blood, cleaning you as if you were both nothing but beasts bound together by fucking to mate.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” Ari had finally spoken, huskily promising an entire night of you fucked to your limits.

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Taste Of Honey: Part 9

Ari had remembered his mother with forlorn fondness that had come without warrant, the morning after his rut cycle had officially ended. He had remembered his mother with endearment when he had rolled onto his side and saw his mate pressed against the mattress tucked in tight to a blanket. He had felt that surge of endless warmth and pride, the heart-stopping affection that would truly blend into protectiveness and possessiveness when the first signs of life had been detected within you.

It wasn’t as if Ari had currently been without the tendrils of protective and possessive instincts circulating him, the need to establish a boundary to keep everything and anything away from you that could bring you harm was certainly lingering under the surface, but when a cub had arrived, it would be heightened to entirely new levels. There was nothing he would not do for you, for your future cubs and it had drawn him back to memories of his mother when she would take him to town.

She was a werebear, and his father a human that had come across town for work, never guaranteed to stay until he had met Ari’s mother. They had a fateful relationship, short but true and wonderful, and that short relationship resulted in Ari’s conception.

He had wished he had more time with his father, and his mother wished she could have more time with her mate, but after a particularly bad winter, his father had gotten sick and couldn’t shake the illness. It had shredded his lungs to pieces, and his mother wouldn’t, or couldn’t, afford to make a deal with a fae.

That had left her mateless, and him without the father he wished he could have known for longer. Regardless, his mother raised him with the ability to be a good and kind mate, with the knowledge to find his mate and care for her, she had raised him as good as a single mother could and for that, he was grateful. Ari’s mother had taught him everything he needed to know about mating and the future that would be his.

Ari’s gentle hand had brushed your hair off your shoulder to expose the mark that was well on its way to healing, the red ridges of the mark on your flesh were starting to settle into a simple scar that would be indistinguishable from your skin, the same, though it would carry great significance. It would mean that you were his, but more than that it would deepen the bond between you. It would seal the two of you together in a nearly unbreakable vow, and only death could tear you apart, only death could break the connection you had.

“Sweet mate.” Ari hadn’t wanted to disturb you or pull you from your slumber but he couldn’t resist touching you, he couldn’t resist leaning in and brushing his lips against your forehead in a tender display of affection, and then he had peeled himself from the bed. Ari had slowly lifted the blanket and snuck out of the cove you had created before he dropped and returned the blanket to their place to let you rest.

You needed sleep, you needed to recover. Ari had certainly taken a toll on you during his rut, the endless array of ways and places the two of you had fucked in or on, had done a number on you. You were exhausted and weary, and Ari had taken every measure to make you comfortable and ease any soreness you had. He was attentive when it came to aftercare, meticulously providing you comfort after the two of you had spent days screwing.

“Sleep well.” Ari had paused at the door, looked over his shoulder and cast his eyes upon you. He had studied you, slowly committing every inch of you to his memory then he had stepped outside of the room and closed the door behind him.

The season was coming to a close, the increasing chill of the early morning and evening had settled into the surrounding area, and the clutch of frost had started to settle on the grass. Winter was on its way, and with the threat of winter arriving early had also come to the increased necessity to stay home.

“Hibernation, honeybee.” Ari had begun explaining to you the process while yanking a thick and warm toque onto your head, making sure it covered your ears. “We stay away from town, only go out on our property and cozy our den-“

“You are a big bear,” your comment had made Ari preen, his smile wide and warm as he helped you slip on your boots even after you had protested, “do you forage? Do you wake up in spring hungry and cranky?”

Ari had stood after helping you, his broad chest filling space in the entryway tucked beneath a flannel that you had stolen before. When you had gone to tend the chickens, you had taken the flannel he was wearing now and had it completely swallow you and yet it looked tight on Ari.

“Sweet honeybee,” he crooned and stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers, “when it comes time for spring, I guarantee you I will have had my fill of honey.”

You shivered and a stifled moan had fallen from your lips as he spoke, as he promised an elicit winter that wouldn’t be disdainful or boring. Ari and his silver tongue had guaranteed that the winter inside would be pleasurable and passionate, a winter wherein he filled you and had his fill of you.

“And what about spring? Don’t bears have cubs in spring?” You were, again, unable to stop the airy sigh and moan that had been pulled from you when Ari had gently pulled you to his chest and slated his lips against yours.

“That’s what I’m hoping for, honeybee. My perfect mate and a little cub would make an old grumpy bear like myself happy.” Ari had spoken with great desire and want, such emotion behind the words as he spoke them and looked deep into your eyes, the bond that was still newly formed cast from him to you and back again.

“Ari,” your hand had rested against his chest, fingers curling into the flannel while you searched his face, warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach and a soft phantom of his fingers against your neck where he had placed his mark, was delightful, “you are too much.”

“Not for you,” he cooed and tilted your head back, his lips dusting against your own, the softness of his flesh against yours and the natural comfort that he exuded had snaked around you like a fine mist, enveloping you in his strength and safety as he held you flush against him.

You had pulled away after a moment, just enough to be able to crane your neck and look up at your massive bear, a smile pulling at your lips. He was massive and his strength was impossible to quite comprehend and yet he was so gentle. He was the physical embodiment of a giant with the warmth of a radiator and the gentle steady hands of a kind man who cared immensely for the people around him.

You had finally broken the tender moment by stepping away from him to grab the door handle and after you had twisted and pulled, you slipped out of the opening and stepped onto the deck. The chill in the air had promised snow at some point in the coming week or weeks, though it was the overhanging clouds that made you wonder if the snow would be coming sooner rather than later.

“Are you ready?” Ari questioned, grabbing your hand in his own and lifting the back to his lips. His soft plump pink flesh had lingered for a moment as he gazed at you with nothing less than heart-stopping adoration, the emotional delve was projecting his entire depths of want, need and craving.

“Are you sure you don’t need to dress up more?” You eyed his lack of warm clothing, save for the flannel, even knowing how naturally hot he already was.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” Ari had started down the steps with you, your hand in his, toward a trail that had led around the back of the cabin toward the southwest half of the property. “Don’t worry about me.”

The two of you had walked the trail he had known like the back of his hand while making small conversation, talking back and forth with ease as he led you further into the denseness of the forest he lived in. The majority of the leaves on spindly branches have already fallen and dried, the beautiful mix of colours coating the path and crunching under your boots as you walked. There was a slight chill to the air the further you got into the thick of it, the sky obscured by dense grey clouds and overhanging limbs of trees that created an entirely new world for you to explore.

“It is breathtaking here.” You had stopped before a clearing, eyeing the open area broken by a small brook that was still flowing with clear crisp water. On the edge of the meadow was a thicket of bushes that had acted as a barrier against the veiny trunks of the coniferous and deciduous trees that were barren and in hibernation of their own.

“This is ours,” Ari had inhaled deeply and exhaled with a lightness around him, his hand still holding yours as he gently led you further into the open, “in the spring and summer, this is full of life. There’s always a family of robins that nest in the spruce trees, and there’s a cluster of bushes that produce the sweetest, ripest berries.”

“It’s beautiful, Ari.” the words had felt weakened, you had felt as if it wasn’t a strong enough descriptor to truly capture the picturesque clutch of nature that was beyond words, even in the fall. “This is all yours?”

“Ours,” Ari corrected you with endearing finality, and had once again captured your gaze, “this is all ours, honeybee. And it’ll be our cubs, we’re going to have a good life here. I’m going to be a good mate and father, I promise.”

“Ari, you already are. You’re a good person, you’re a good man.” Your praise for Ari had brought another rise of warmth that radiated from the mark on your neck, and the subtle squeeze of your hand had been a telling sign of his happiness at the moment.

There was silence that fell after, comfortable silence as the two of you stood on the edge of the clearing listening to the still bubbling brook and the melodic chirping of birds that wouldn’t fly south in the winter. It was peaceful and lovely in its conception, the moment between you two, there was no rush or urgency to move on or any awkwardness that would have stifled the gentility of this venture.

It was you and Ari; it was enough.

After a while you had raised your head and closed your eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly to let the clean air fill your lungs. You had reminisced at this moment, rendered every sensation to memory. It wasn’t until you had felt something cold and wet on your cheek that you opened your eyes and watched thick and fluffy snowflakes start falling from the dense grey clouds.

“We should go, honeybee.” Ari chimed in recognition of the snow that was falling, and the need to get back home before the weather got too bad. “I didn’t think it would come this soon.”

You heard Ari’s voice, you acknowledged what he was saying and yet you hadn’t moved. Instead, you had tilted your head back and opened your mouth to stick your tongue out and catch snowflakes.

“Or maybe I was distracted by my little mate.” Ari chuckled under his breath while he watched you for another minute before he swiftly picked you up as if you weighed as much as the snowflakes you were trying to catch and arranged you so he could give you a piggyback. “Come on little finch, you can catch snowflakes on your tongue later.”

“You better promise, I was having fun.” You wrapped your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself and kiss the column of his neck.

“I promise, little finch.” The pet name was new but loved anyway. “You can catch as many as you want when we’re home.”

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Taste Of Honey: Part 10

Winter had come with a vengeance. It had come with a bitter chill that had extended across the surrounding area, and even beyond, with a thick blast of ice and snow.

It was as if someone had dropped a bomb on the land you were on, turning the beautiful fall into a frigid winter wonderland with a flip of a switch. And with the ice and snow that had blanketed the earth and shifted the world around you from one season to the next, had come the hibernation charm.

Ari had informed you that it had set in suddenly via the work of a fae in the area who had done its necessary part and would likely come to visit Ari in a few days or a few weeks.

“The hibernation charm has been set.” Ari had explained to you while carting over some fresh-cut fruit and wine for you while you were huddled together in front of a picture window to watch the storm outside.

“It stops you from going out?” You wondered while waiting for him to sit so you wouldn’t have to move again when he had inevitably pulled you into his lap anyway. “From leaving the area?”

“And it’s supposed to stop humans from coming onto our land,” Ari held you tightly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into your neck, “though it spells disaster for those who come onto the land anyway. Sometimes they get through by sheer will and determination.”

“And other bears?” You asked, angling your head to look at him as he stared out into the snowstorm. “Are they a risk?”

“I wish I could tell you that there was no risk. I want to tell you that other werebears can’t come onto this land and seek you out but I won’t lie to you.”

His jaw had ticked, his teeth had been ground against each other for a moment and then he had relaxed. “I will do everything I can to keep you safe.”

“Most respect the bonds and the marks that bind werebears and humans mates, however, there are a few that are so unhinged and desperate to have someone to-“

“-fuck-“ you spoke for him, feeling the tenseness of his arms around your midsection. He had held you tighter and huffed a burst of warm air directly into the junction of your neck and shoulder, almost as if his bear self would have done in exasperation.

“-They are desperate and they will do anything to get one of their own.” Ari had shifted again, resting his chin against the top of your head before sighing.

His warm chest pressed against your back was as comforting as it was electrifying, delivering an eclectic jolt from his body to your own that was as endearing as it was invigorating.

“It’s rare, honeybee. It’s not often that another werebear will forcefully take another bear’s mate, most wait until the next spring. But for others, the wait is too long.” Ari had tried to correct his darkened warning by solidifying your faith in him that he could keep you protected from the direst threats.

Even though you knew he couldn’t keep you safe from everything, there was a clear chance that you could end up targeted simply because you were around.

“The snow is beautiful.” You chose not to reflect on the matter.

Instead, you chose to move past the concerns and the underlying potentiality of a threat for observation based on the natural glistening show outside the cabin. Rather than focus on the possible threat of another bear coming onto Ari’s territory in desperation to have a mate and a chance to breed, you had chosen to focus on the pleasantries of this moment as you lived it.

The snow falling outside of the window, so akin to the rushed flurries of a snow globe, and the gentle caress of a wood-burning fire radiating not just to you but to Ari as well. The heat that was pleasant to your flesh, enrapturing you in a fond memory that would be solidified in your mind.

“Mhmm…” Ari’s chest rumbled against your back and big bear arms had flexed around you before he dropped his head and inhaled your scent, filling his lungs with everything you were.

“There was always such loneliness in winter, hibernation felt empty to me.” His lips moved in a soft swaying dance when he relayed his despondency, his inability to find a great deal of fulfilment in the past.

“Now I can appreciate its existence.” Ari’s lips parted with a kiss placed to the crook of your neck, his gentle hands moved to cup your kneecaps and in a slow motion, he parted your legs. “I think there’s going to be a new appreciation for hibernation.”

“Ari,” you inhaled slowly yet sharply, your lungs filled with the aroma of his desire, his natural and woodsy scent as a bear becoming thick, “what are you doing?”

“It’s tradition,” his right hand snaked down your torso to the apex between your thighs, a rumble echoing in your ears, “to celebrate the first night of the charm.”

“I-I don’t-“ your stuttering had turned to a moanful and strained cry, egged on by Ari’s hand cupping your already dripping and wet pussy through your tight-fitting boy-short panties.

“Yes you do,” his reply was gruff, much more akin to his beastly bear than his human half, “I can smell your desire.”

His index and forefingers curled, the pads of his digits rubbing gently against your swollen and soaked pussy lips. You retaliated with a sharp whimper, your legs falling open to give him more room to touch you. Your back arched with every nerve ending that was firing off the sensation of pleasure and desire, your eyes screwing closed with the soft tune of his sweet encouragement.

“I know you love it, honeybee. I know how good it feels.” Ari’s fingers curled against your cotton panties, the pads of his fingers rubbing your swollen pussy lips with expertise.

He was drawing moans, whines and whimpers from your lips with every stroke of his fingers. He was holding you tight against his body with his free hand while his plump soft lips stroked your ear with intimacy unfurled. He was holding you as he was touching you, he was whispering filthy sweet secrets into your ear while you approached a white-hot peak of innate and intense pleasure.

“Just wait until you’re in heat, honeybee.” Ari’s erection trapped beneath your ass had twitched, the head of his cock seeping with pre-cum that was soaked and absorbed by your cotton shirt.

“Just wait until I have no choice but to fuck my mate from dusk to dawn until my sweet little honeysuckle turns into a writhing and moaning mess for me.” Ari had suckled on your mate’s mark, he had begun pushing his fingers past your panties and as his fingertips touched your swollen lips, a strangled cry was ripped from you.

“I know sweet, love.” Ari’s crooning, husky voice endeared you to him more than you already were. “I know you need this.”

He pushed two fingers past your swollen labia to your inner walls, the intrusion a delightful want and it was your hand on his that pushed him deeper. It was your hand pushing his, and it was the gentle twist of his fingers in your tight and hot cunt that had you arching your back and jerking your hips into his hand.

“My sweet, sweet honeybee…” Ari’s huff against your neck, the warm blast of air against your flesh had been rooted in his inner beast. It was as if his animalistic bear had taken charge although instead of brutality and primordial possession, it was soft caring strokes of a mate.

“Ari please-!” You cried against him, grinding your clit against the heel of his hand as you rode his fingers. “Ari-!”

“Cum for me, mate.” He growled in your ear, slipping in a third finger. “Cum on my fingers so I can taste my sweet honey.”

Ari’s sweet nothings had become a muffled soundtrack to the sound of you being fucked, and fucking, his fingers.

You heard nothing, felt nothing, wanted nothing but Ari.

It was only him; it was all of him.

“Ari…Ari…” you whined and whimpered, you fell taut against him, your entire body becoming rigid as that orgasm was impending.

“Cum for me, honeybee. I’m right here, cum for me.” Ari crooned, he edged you with his voice until you fell back against him with a sharp cry.

“Ari!” You dug your nails into his forearms, your orgasm slamming into you as a tidal wave that made your head spin and your eyes roll back as you were hit with each sharp strike of pleasure.

“Good girl,” Ari praised you softly, “my good and sweet girl. My darling, Honeybee.”

You had woken up alone in bed to the sound of the wood burning in the fireplace crackling and producing a steady thrush of heat that kept the bitter chill at bay. He had folded the blanket back over you before he left and sometime after he had stocked the fire, leaving you to sleep.

It was after you had woken up that you had wanted to find him, you had departed the bed and grabbed one of the throws bundled on the sitting chair to the left of the bed. You had grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around yourself, tightly bounding it at your chest before you had slowly departed the room and took the stairs one languid step at a time.

As you had come to the bottom, you had noticed the lack of his presence in the cabin. There was nothing to suggest he was inside now, though he had been recent. There was the almost citrus scent of the coffee he had brewed for yourself and him, and the secondary fireplace on the main level crackling with heat-burning logs.

“Ari?” You had made sure he wasn’t inside while moving toward the back door.

It was there where you had seen him, though not as you expected.

You had seen him in his bear form wandering around the back side of the cabin, the flash of his fur as he passed by the window in a quick jaunt had caught your attention. You had leaned forward and watched the very edge of his fur breaking through the trees, and it had stirred your curiosity.

With your mind already made up, you had turned sharply on your heel and jogged back up the stairs to the bedroom, throwing on a pair of thermal lounge pants followed by a pair of sweats, and then a waffle-knit henley you had stolen from him. You’d yanked it over your head with a quick tug, tucking and folding the end into the waistband of the sweats.

After you’d gotten dressed appropriately, you had gone back down the stairs and moved quickly toward the front door. It was with quick succession that you’d slipped on a pair of winter boots and a thick coat, grabbed a toque and scarf, and finally mitts. You’d yanked them all on and set them into place, a kind of urgency to catch up to him fuelling your steps.

“Ari?” You called his name as you stepped foot outside of the cabin, first tugging the knit toque down to cover your ears and then tying the scarf around your neck.

The feeling of the whipping wind crashing into you and the small flakes of snow that had been carried on the breeze made you shudder and shiver, debating with yourself whether you would turn around and go back into the cabin or find Ari.

You had taken the first few steps down the porch, your hands shoved deep into the pockets of your jacket as your eyes swept over the immediate area in front of the cabin. The wind was picking up and settling off in powerful gusts and with each whipping surge of the wind had come a blast of snow that made it harder to depict where Ari had come or gone, but you knew he was out there.

“Ari?” You called his name again, taking a few steps away from the safety of the cabin. “Ari are you out here?”

Snow and crisp layers of ice had crunched under your boots as you took steps toward the treeline, determined to find your mate who was out in the snow. You knew you had seen him, you knew he was out here and you were determined to find him. It was almost as if him being out here and him being in his bear form was a beacon for you, a calling card that made you want to seek him out.

You had been drawn closer to the treeline, closer to the gruff huffs that had been a clear and distinctive call of a bear. Every sound and every gruff noise had drawn you further, drawing you into the dense woods that had been awaiting you. It was Ari calling you, it was your mate that wanted you to follow him. You had known it.

“Ari-“ You had stepped over the treeline and then a squeak had been ripped from your lungs as your foot caught on a path of ice, the wind knocked out of you as you fell to the forest floor.

You groaned and stretched out your arms toward the trunks of the towering coniferous trees closest to you. Your fingers, covered by the warm padding of the mitts you had worn, curled against the trunks to help stabilize yourself as you slowly pushed yourself to stand.

As you had righted yourself your eyes centred on the place you had seen Ari, only to see the space empty. Your voice seemed drowned out by the wind and the blowing snow, his name on your tongue was muffled as you carted yourself through the trees after him.

Every step you had taken on the path away from the cabin had brought you toward a deeper and darker cluster of trees, and although you had once walked this path with Ari in the spring, under the cover of winter and a building gust of snow it had seemed completely foreign to you.

“Ari this isn’t-“ The sound of a deep and animalistic growl, the vibrant and vivacious warning of a great bear had come from your left.

Your head had whipped around and you had stopped walking the moment you heard the unhinged sound, a fear-induced chill starting to build at the nape of your neck. It was potent and intangible, the way your entire body had become instantly aware of a predator in the woods with you, one that you knew wasn’t the man you’d come to mate with.

You had been led astray, you had recognized your mistake the moment you had heard the kind of sick and twisted noise the bear had made. Though the fur and the colouring were largely the same, though this bear had taken the same path and had run with the same jaunt as Ari had when he had become his bear half, it was not Ari.

Your hand had flown up to your mouth to strangle your frightened cry, your eyes growing wide with your vision becoming blurred by the onslaught of tears that were threatening to fall. You had backed yourself up to the trunk of the closest tree and slowly started to shrink against the roughened woods, and it was all driven by the sound of the bear being on the move.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called, you heard Ari’s voice breaking through the wind and the dense treeline, no warmth and comfort in his tone of voice. Only concern was prevalent. “Are you out here?”

“Y/N!” he called your name again, and you dared to turn your head, looking back in the direction you had thought the cabin was.

Fear shot through you, it ripped through your spine with a direct bolt of lightning that seared down your back. You had felt the bear’s eyes searching for you through the forest, and you could hear the series of huffs as it sniffed the ground. It was looking for you, it knew you were here.

“Y/N, fuck-!”Ari’s concern had grown, his aggressiveness building at the tip of his tongue. “Y/N please just-!”

You heard twigs snapping across the way from you, you had heard the heavy footfalls of the beast coming for you and you were given a choice. You could have tried to run back to the cabin and find Ari, though the uptick in the howling winds and the barrage of snow was obscuring your path back, or you could try and dart through the trees to find someplace to hide.

“Please…” You whimpered against your mitt, hoping for something to give, praying for the bear to lose interest.

“Fuck!” It was Ari’s thick and husky voice, it was the wild and crazed hitch to his voice that drew another surge of fear straight down your spine.

“Think, Y/N-“ You mumbled to yourself, a single thought had left your mind before you were forced to your feet, scrambling away from your hiding place.

You had no sooner risen to your feet and gotten away from the tree than the bear had come bursting through the trees with an egregious and rabid chorus of aggressive roars. You had barely enough time to get away from the tree, and had somehow cried Ari’s name as you darted further into the woods before the bear was after you.

You could feel fear, intense and powerful, coursing from the mark on your neck. Fear was quickly followed by intense burning rage.

Your feet carried you as fast as they could, your lungs burning from the chill of the air as you ran through the woods while being chased by this beast. You had known it was fucking with you, you had known that this monstrous and crazed were-creature was fucking with you by remaining on your heels. You knew if it wanted to, it would’ve taken you by now.

Another bite of the wind, another blast of snow cutting across your cheeks had fuelled your actions and you had turned sharply, throwing yourself onto the snow-covered ground to slip under a series of fallen logs that once formed a makeshift bridge. You knew it wouldn’t have bought you much time, but you had pushed yourself to the edge and waited with bated breath.

I’m coming for you, I’m coming for you. Stay hidden, stay safe. I’m coming for you honeybee

You swore you could hear his voice, you swore you could see him in your mind. You swore you could see him in his bear form, your true mate bursting through the trees with his teeth bared and his massive body slamming into the other bear.

“Ari-“ wood had splintered above your head, sharp claws and rank breath had been cast over you as the aggressive bear had broken the makeshift bridge, exposing you to his aim.

He had lowered his head and huffed once, scenting you before he had parted his lips and bared his yellowed teeth toward you. He had taken a single step, a single inch gained toward you before he was thrown to the side by another beast, another massive blinding burst of fur. Ari as his beast had slammed into the crazed bear, throwing him away from you to crash into a clutch of trees.

You had risen to your feet and stumbled to run, startling yourself with how you had gotten away. You were moving as quickly as you possibly could while the sound of aggressive attacks, the grisly sound of two beasts fighting against each other had made your heart thrash violently in your chest.

Run. Run Y/N

You heard his voice again, you heard his voice and jumped over a small frozen brook, landing on the other side of the small crevice with surprising stability. You had prepared yourself to run again, prepared yourself to continue on the trek you had been on, only you found yourself grabbed violently and thrown back against a chest.

A warm and large hand had covered your mouth to silence your cries while another held you tightly against a chest.

“Don’t make a sound.” The voice was husky and deep, completely foreign to you. “Don’t move.”

You huffed against his hand, eyes wide and a renewed sense of panic set into you.

“Don’t. Move.”

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Taste Of Honey: Part 11

The gentle chime of glasses meeting each other had rung out like an alarm in your mind, reverberating and echoing irritatingly as you screwed your eyes closed and turned, your lips pursed. There was nothing to keep you down, nothing to keep you sleeping and yet you didn’t want to wake yet.

You wanted to remain sleeping but the sound of glasses clinking against each other was the constant and irritating sound that kept you from falling back into slumber. Eventually, you had grown tired of the noise and opened your eyes, determined to tell Ari grumpily that you were tired.

As if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over your head, once your eyes were opened you had come to the blanching realization that you were not where you should have been. Ari was not here and this was not the cabin, nothing was the same, nothing was as it should have been.

Instead of the fireplace you and Ari had laid before many times over, there was a sturdy bookcase that was overstuffed with papers shoved between spines. There was a sitting area to the left of the bookcase and the right, and you were resting upon an aged floral patterned couch that was more springs than stuffing.

“He does this and expects me…” There was the sound of a woman muttering in the background, her soft voice coming with the clink of glasses that you had found so irritating before. “…he is the problem, not me. He is the one who needs to-“

You slowly pushed yourself to sit, pain radiating down your back to your hips, evident of the fall you had taken when you were trying to flee from the other bear. You felt stupid now, you felt like a complete fool for thinking that the bear on the property was Ari, you were even more foolish for trying to go after him.

Ari had warned you, he told you that there were dangerous creatures out there, that there were other bears that wandered around looking for every opportunity to break through his property line.

Why didn’t you listen? Why couldn’t you have listened and used logic?

You hung your head and covered your face with your hands, your teeth gritting and grinding. Tears had sprung to your eyes and your throat grew tighter as the feel of devastation and anger rose. You were mad at yourself, you were detrimental to your mind as the moment played out again and again.

You whimpered, that first sound coming from your throat as the feeling of longing for Ari hit you square in the chest. You didn’t know where you were but you knew it wasn’t home and you knew that Ari wasn’t around.

It was your fault, it was your stupidity that did this.

You had to follow him when a storm was coming because you thought he needed help. You thought he was running around the property looking to make sure it was secure, you wanted to help. You wanted to play a part and instead, you caused immense problems. You were gone, ripped from the cabin you called home and set God knows where without the only person you wanted.

“Son of a bitch-!” The woman’s frustrated scream had come from behind you before she trailed off and silence fell.

Slowly you could hear the sound of footsteps, slowly you could hear her encroaching and yet you kept your face covered.

You had only pulled your hands down when you felt her hand upon her wrist. She had made you lower your hands, bringing her into light, the woman who occupied the space.

“I know you’re scared,” her voice was soft and she had cleared her throat, anger that had been so prevalent before was gone now, “but this place is…safe enough.”

“Safe enough?” Your voice shook, the first few drops of tears falling from your bottom lashes as the burning need to scream and cry in one breath was almost impossible to ignore. “I don’t even-“

“You can call me Dahlia. It’s not my name, but I’m not allowed to give my name away.” There was a hardness to her eyes, her jaw clenched and fire flashed in her eyes.

“What are you?” You questioned, confused and lonely, hurt and longing for Ari.

“Human, like you but…” she licked her lips and looked away, gathering her thoughts. “Your mate is a werebear, mine is a…fae. And he…my ex essentially sold me-“

“Wait…” alarm bells had rung off in your head, your mind racing and wracking for where you had heard that term before. “Fae-“

“He’s an asshole.” She sat and stood quickly, scoffing and growling under her breath.

“He traded me off for some temporary pleasure and now I’m here, and I understand that we’re mates but does he have to be such an ass about it? I mean-“

You watched her, you watched her pace while you sat on the couch, tears still rolling down your cheeks while you were set into a place of dazed shock. She had paced for a few moments before she came to sit back down, her nails digging into her legs as she centred herself.

“You are in a safe place, my tormentor promised he wouldn’t hurt you because he values his head. Despite it being empty…” She scowled again, a half-beat of silence coming between you before she rose to her feet again.

“Let me start again, you were attacked by a werebear that was sick, deranged by a breeding rut that went too long without being taken care of and it caused him to lose his mind. He broke through the hibernation charm that my damned captor created and it was an error.”

“Who is he?” Your need to discuss the Fae that she was stuck with was a needed distraction, a tarried divergence from your guilt that was slowly eating away at you.

You had no idea where you were, you had no idea where Ari was or if he was even alive. You were being chased by a manic Werebear that was crazed and deranged. You were being chased through the woods and would have likely been torn to shreds if it wasn’t for Ari.

“Ari,” you mumbled and pulled your legs up to your chest, your arms wrapping around your knees, “oh God, what have I done?”

You hid your face in your knees, you screwed your eyes closed as tears, hot and heavy had come with your sorrowing cries. Your heart broke, it was being completely obliterated by the thought of you never seeing him again if you were being ripped from him while he fought to defend you.

You were lost, you were someplace unknown.

All you wanted was Ari; you needed him. You missed him and it had only been hours, you needed him and his comfort but there was nothing you could do while you were stuck in this place. You didn’t even know where you were, you didn’t even know if he was alive.

“What have I done?” The memory of his animalistic and deadly growls as he stalked and tore through the woods, the big bear that you knew with love had been a deadly beast.

He had claws that could rip clear through tree trunks with one swipe, a nasty bite that could break bone and steel yet you had only seen his strength and anger when he was trying to protect you. He was running off adrenaline and the need to defend his mate with his life, it was a natural state of being for a beast like him.

He would die for you, you knew he would.

“Ari,” you whispered his name, your heart clenching painfully as you cried into your knees, wavering and uncontrollable worry scorching you from the inside out, “I am so sorry.”

“Hey,” Dahlia had reached out to touch your shoulder, offering what little comfort she could, “you’re going to end up in the middle of a panic attack. I know you’re worried but you need to breathe.”

Your shoulders hook, your body wracked with sorrowed sobs as she came to sit next to you, draping an arm around your shoulders. She leaned into you, offering you comfort when she could and a shoulder to cry on despite just meeting you.

“I don’t know how bonds work between werebears and humans, but….fuck, he’s going to be okay, okay? Werebears are strong. They’re…” She sighed heavily and then pulled away to stand, wiping her hands on her jeans.

“Tea, I’m going to make tea. I’m going to make tea and you need…you need to eat.”

She walked away from you with haste, turning back to the kitchen while you remained in the place you were in. Through your own harrowed sobs, you had heard the clinking of glasses and the sound of water coming from a faucet. You could listen to the sound of her rummaging around, hastened to try and bring comfort to a stranger.

It felt like it was all for naught, you felt as if you were unable to stop crying, unable to focus on anything but the endless barrage in your mind, that somehow this was all your fault.

You were a terrible human; you killed your mate.

The cut was deep and long, extending from the top of his chest to the top of his rib cage on his right side. Ari knew that if he had been entirely human, he would have died from blood loss or the shock of having such a devastating cut to heal from.

Lucky for him it was already starting to heal and band back together as if nothing had happened. Although even with his natural healing as a werebear he had cleaned the gauge and cleaned it well, not taking any chances that the crazed deranged illness to be passed to him.

The antiseptic felt like water as he pressed it against his wounds. It felt as ordinary as taking a bath in the river to clean himself after he went running as his bear.

No, the real sting had come from the immediate sense of loss he got when he couldn’t find you.

He knew you weren’t around, his senses told him that you were nowhere near here and the loss was already devastating. It was a stabbing and torrential assault on his heart and soul when he knew you were gone from him, however, the pain was not just from him

He felt your pain, he felt your emotional downward spiral.

It was as real as his own, it was as potent and powerful s if he was feeling it inside his own body. The two of you were perfect for each other, you were mates through and through.

The bonding mark hadn’t been placed on your neck yet, and you and Ari hadn’t officially mated but that didn’t stop the connection from snapping almost completely into place. You were his everything, you were all he had ever wanted and that meant that he could feel your emotions, and you likely may have been able to feel his.

There was loss, there was immense anxiousness and fright. You were without him and he was without you. It scared you, it frightened you to no end. He wished he could be there for you, he wished that he could have found you the moment he had relented from the primordial rage of his inner bear, but you were gone.

“Get up, Ari.” He pushed himself to stand, mindful of the healing gash on his chest that was closed enough for him to be able to start the search, and had taken two steps before he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand, and his inner bear starting to claw back at its cage.

He had grit his teeth and screws his eyes closed for a moment, a possible second fight possibly coming upon him. He could feel the clash of his beast and his humanity, the fight for control as his territory was invaded by another creature.

Ari groaned and stumbled to the front door of his cabin, his hands gripping the railing as he stepped through the door and had come nearly face to face with another beast, one who should have fixed the hibernation charm. Ari stared him down with furrowed brows and a stalemate between the beast and the fae, the creatures waiting for the other to speak and break the silence.

Ari was barefoot on the stairs, he was bare-chested and healing, still recovering from the fight that exhausted him. He was bloody and sore, he was desperate to find you and in his desperation, he was a mess. He was ragged and bloodied, he was sore and irritable. He was far more concerned about getting this creature out of his way so he could find his Honeybee than carrying a conversation.

There was tension, and it had only flourished when Ari saw the flash of an apology in the fae’s eyes, the moment of realization that he had fucked it all up.

“I’m sorry-“ Ari was already stalking down the steps toward him, his hands held up in defence had done nothing to dissuade Ari from intimidating the fae.

“Where is she?” Ari’s first question was not why the hibernation charm had failed in some sense, rather he was solely focused on you.

“Ari, I’m sorry.” He apologized again, and Ari was reminded that while the fae was skilled, he was also younger in appearance and spirit than Ari. “I don’t…I tried.”

“Where,” Ari closed in on him, demanding an answer as his teeth seemed to become sharper in his mouth, “is-“

“Ari please-“

“-my fucking mate?” Ari growled, the sound of his voice unapologetically dark, it promised vengeance and death to anyone who came between them.

“She’s safe, she’s….” he hesitated, humming over his words. “She’s with my…Dahlia.”

“You fucking fae,” Ari pushed past him, stalking toward the forest with bare feet, “and your names.”

“Ari-“

“You better take me to my mate, or you’ll end up like the poor bastard that attacked her.”

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28. "it's a 4000 piece puzzle and you've finished maybe 100 pieces max. and how long have you been doing this?" for WereBear!Ari x Honeybee

As someone who does puzzles with no picture, for fun, I'm glad to see this kind of prompt.

“I’m working on it.” You stick out your tongue and tuck your legs under you, attention drifting between the puzzle on the table in front of you and the gentle coos of your cubs as they reach for a passing butterfly.

“Its a 4,000 piece puzzle and you’ve finished maybe 100 pieces max. And how long have you been doing this?” Ari teases you from the porch swing, occupied by playing patty cake with one of your cubs.

“I’m working on it. There’s no rush, its beautiful outside and our cubs-“ you set another piece in its place and grinned. “-are happy. Ha! I placed another.”

“101, congratulations Honeybee. You only have 3,899 left.” He hummed and stood with your cub on his hip, stopping by you to kiss your forehead. “Enjoy the sun, sweetheart. I’m gonna take these two to the chicken coop. They love seeing the rooster.”

“The rooster still hates me.” You huffed, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah,” Ari chuckled under his breath, “he sure does.”

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Werebear!Ari helping his pup write letters to Santa… did he write them to Santa as a kid, or did his mother and him not celebrate Christmas and it’s his Honeybee who told him about the holiday and they started doing it together?

Ugh, I’ve missed him… maybe I’ll be greedy and send in some more requests for this 😈✨

In this drabble I decided to include Ari’s upbringing of celebrating Hanukkah, and making him celebrate Christmas

Christmas countdown day 6 — Help your kid write a letter to Santa

“Papa?” Ari pauses, and looks at his sweet baby bear, the darling little girl with his eyes. “Is it okay to write Santa?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Ari hummed, watching your sweet baby girl circling things she wanted in a toy catalogue.

“Mama said you celebrate Ha-nuuu-kkah.” She tried desperately to pronounce the celebration, and Ari had felt himself overcome with pride.

“Hanukkah,” he brushed her hair back and leaned over to kiss the top of her head, “my ma and I celebrated Hanukkah and Christmas. My papa was not Jewish but my ma was.”

“Are we celebrating both?” Her wide eyes had been fixated on him as she slid the catalogue toward him, everything she wanted to add onto her list was there.

“Mhmm.” Ari confirmed and grabbed the magazine with her choices, quickly looking it over. “We’re celebrating both. They’re both important to mama and I. But right now, we’re working on your list.”

“I’ve been good, I’m on the nice list.” She rose from where she was sitting and switched positions to sit on her legs, tucking her feet through the opening in the chair. “Will Santa bring me everything on my list?”

“We can ask,” Ari picked up the pen and started writing, starting at the top with her name, “what would you like?”

“A Barbie doll, and legos. I want a stuffed bear that looks like you, papa.” She leaned over the table and squinted at his writing, her lips pursed. “I don’t know what any of that says.”

“I’m writing it for you, bumblebee.” Ari watched her, he studied her as she continued to frown.

“But what if you don’t get everything I said? What if you miss something?” Her hands slid across the table to rest on his, her fingers intertwining with his. “You can’t miss anything, pap.”

“I won’t,” Ari picked up her hand and kissed the back, muttering softly against her, “you’re such a sweet girl. I think Santa will bring you everything on your list.”

“Really? You think so?” She preened, and then pulled away. “Mama! Papa says I’m getting everything on my list!”

Ari chuckled under his breath and helped pull out the chair for her, watching her take off running toward the stairs to find you. He turned back to the letter and finished writing, then once he was done he folded it up before slipping it into the envelope.

“If she gets everything she wants,” Ari looked over his shoulder, watching you carry her down on your hip, “then what do you want?”

“Another one.” Ari purred, inhaling your scent slowly. “God, I want another one so bad.”

“Lucky for you…Dahlia wants to babysit.” You set your daughter down and not a moment later had she taken off toward the playroom. “I think I can give you what you want.”

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Taste Of Honey: Part 12

A/N: Brief mentions of death

The smoke was thick and black, it was heady as it rose from the pit that had been dug. Ari had stood on the edge with his jaw clenched, his irrefutable ire and anger coursing through his veins as if it was as natural as blood and oxygen.

He had stared down at the burning mess, the stench should have turned his stomach or soured his contexture but instead, it had brought him a warring feeling of sombreness and relief.

“Not everyone is as lucky as you,” the damned fae had called from the edge of the thicket, unable or unwilling to step closer to Ari while he was dealing with the dead werebear, getting rid of the body before he dared to try and find you, “not every beast-“

“It could have just as easily been me,” Ari called over his shoulder, cutting off the fae that was part of the problem in itself, and the charm he had laid upon Ari’s land that had not been as strong as promised.

“I did everything I could to save her from the feral bear but there was another one. There were two-“

“Ari I’m sorry. This never happened before.” The fae had covered his nose, his eyes watering from the stench of burning fur and the black smoke that came in thickets. “I thought the charm was good-“

“You were distracted. Your mate, Dahlia as you’d said, was on your mind.” Ari hadn’t forgiven the face, but as he stepped away from the burning body and the pit it was in, he couldn’t help but hold some kind of pity for the creature who was dealing with his mate’s vehement anger.

You were pissed off at Ari, you had your share of anger that had been unleashed upon Ari but the bond between you and disappointment in your personal life had eased you into the idea of being somewhere so peaceful.

You were given the opportunity to escape the city life and the constant cycle of life in the rush of things, to the peaceful and normally quiet life of nature. You could remain undisturbed, you could work from home without having to be in an office with people you couldn’t stand. You could leave your front door and be surrounded by the beauty and sounds of nature.

You and Ari shared that.

The fae and his mate shared animosity and the dirty details that had brought them together in a more complicated way.

“She hates me, she wants me dead.” The normally confident and somewhat cocky fae had looked disturbed, he had looked unkempt and lost in his mind.

Ari knew the way they had met each other was not ideal, it was a transaction made by his mate’s ex that had seen her bound to him and she held onto resentment for the boyishly spirited fae.

“I want you dead too.” Ari had spoken with a gruff and animalistic growl, the edge of his bear drawing closer to the fine line that separated the man and the beast. “You made a stupid mistake-“

“She’s fine, Ari. She’s unharmed.” The fae had tried to smooth things over, he had followed Ari around the property line to further seal the charm and prevent it from allowing anything in, again.

And then he tried to smooth things over knowing that even with all the fae had, if Ari had become the beast he was internally, nothing would save him from Ari’s rage. Not when Ari thought he was protecting and seeking some form of revenge for his mate.

“She damn well better be.” Ari had huffed, tucking his chin into his chest as he let lose the warning, the contemptuous growl that had radiated across the forest floor and made the other creature shudder. “You better hope she’s fine.”

Ari bristled past him, the wound that had stretched from the top of his chest to his rib cage had healed, and nothing more than a scar that would fade in a few days had been left behind.

He was healed, he was back to his full strength and he had dealt with one of the problems while the other had run off the property. Everything was ready for you to come home, everything was prepared for you to return to Ari and the safety of your home, as long as the fae had done his job correctly this time.

The other feral beast had been run off with injuries of his own, and Ari had felt a streak of pity for the werebear who had gone so long without a mate, without a single hope of a mate. The werebear who had survived had been young, he what likely only gone through a handful of ruts and would have likely been under the influence of a temporary feral state of mind that would soon fade bringing him back to his normal sense.

Ari knew the second bear could be saved but the first was infected, his mind was beyond saving. The feral state that the werebear was in, the one who attacked you, was irreparable. There was no hope for the creature when he was that far gone, and what Ari had done was merciful.

“I promise, it’ll be good now. I swear,” the fae was nervous and agitated, he was put on edge by Ari’s state of being, so desperate to get back to his mate that he could slip back into that beastly state of mind, “I didn’t fuck it up. Ari, I’m sorry-“

“You have a lot to learn about being a mate,” Ari cut him off with a low rumble that had been rooted deep in his chest, “for the sake of your human, you need to get your head out of your ass. Something could have just as easily happened to her, you should be lucky it didn’t.”

“They can’t lie, they have an inability to lie which is problematic because the truth is painful.” Dahlia had taken a place next to you, relaying her fae-given name instead of the one she was born with.

“I can ask him anything I like and he can’t lie, and at first I had pushed for the difficult questions because I wanted to keep as much distance between us as I could.”

“He took me from my campsite. I was on my way to the west coast to take a job I didn’t want, it was a means to escape a relationship I hated.” You had admitted your truth, speaking plainly as a means to keep your mind occupied while you waited for Ari to come find you.

It seems like months or even years since you had been at the campsite, wondering why so many people warned you about the woods. It had felt as if a lifetime had passed between the moment you were taken and now, the shifting emotional path a complete 180 from where you started.

“I love him,” you mumbled, drawing your legs into your chest before you rest your chin against your hands, “I love Ari, I love him. I came to love him on my own, and it’s screwed up how he took me, but this…I’ve never been happier.”

“Are you happy?” She questioned, not intending to be condescending but rather she was genuinely curious.

“I am happy. I’ve never been happier, being out in the middle of nowhere with no outside pressures to keep up appearances or try to hold myself together…” you sighed and lifted your hand to your cheeks, wiping tears instinctively as you whimpered.

“I hated working under pressure, I hated my job and I hated my boss. I felt like I was stuck in this endless cycle of doing the same shit every day. But now-“

“It feels good? Giving in?” Dahlia’s voice was quiet, her hands clutching the teacup in her hand.

“I love Ari, I love what he’s done for me, what he’s given me. Being out here and having endless space to roam and explore, being able to embrace the world without all that extra noise or societal pressures, it just…I feel like I can breathe, really breathe, without having to have someone looking over my shoulder.”

You didn’t even know if you were making sense, you didn’t know if you were communicating yourself in a way that she would understand.

Truly, while Ari had kidnapped you and stolen you from the life you were stuck in, it was the best thing to have ever happened to you. When he had taken you and claimed you as his mate, as his bear’s life partner, you had no idea how fulfilling your life was going to become.

You could still work, you could still have a career only you didn’t need to leave the peaceful home you’d come to love. You could still do what you wanted to do, you could do whatever you wanted to, and you had the peaceful serenity of nature. You had Ari and Ari had you, but you also had the opportunity to live a good life off the land Ari had.

“I understand enough.” Dahlia’s silence had ended, her stalemated sombreness had come to an end as she shifted and got off the couch with a sigh.

“I’m happy for you and Ari, I wish…I’m so pissed off at him. I’m so pissed off at him, and I feel like I could throttle him.”

“That fae and his empty head, he doesn’t know what he’s doing-“ A chime had echoed in the house, radiating off the walls creating a void between what Dahlia was saying and what she wanted to say.

The chime had come twice more and as it ended Dahlia had moved toward the front door of the house and braced her hand against the doorknob.

“It’s a security feature. Fae’s are suspicious of other people, someone’s approaching-“

You rose to your feet, the blanket that had been discarded when you pulled your legs to your chest had almost caused you to trip as you scurried to the door. You stood a few inches from Dahlia, waiting for her to open the door and then you pushed past her to make it out onto the covered veranda.

Your bare feet bristled in the cold, but your eyes and your heart had synonymously become transfixed upon the sight of your big bear shifter coming up the trail.

“Ari!” you squeaked his name and darted for the door of the covered veranda, slamming it open to get closer to him.

Your feet hadn’t touched snow, you didn’t have the chance to take a step. Ari had met you at the enclosure and lifted you from the wooden steps, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you tightly against him.

The entire world around you had faded, everything was ash and dust, nothing felt as important or as real as having Ari lifting you from the aged wood while whispering in your ear. Your arms had been securely wrapped around him in the same tight fixed grasp while you hid your face in the crook of his neck, the cracks in your composure becoming gaps that had let every thrashing emotion through the barrier.

You hadn’t recognized the sound of your voice as you cried into his neck, apologizing in bumbles as he brushed his hand down the back of your head. He was comfort and strength wrapped in a towering and broad package, he was your perfect other half that you had never anticipated finding.

“It’s not your fault, none of this is your fault.” Ari had set you back down on the wooden steps, his hands brushing away your tears as his eyes swept across your face, studying you. “This is not your fault, none of this is your fault. I’m fine, I’m okay.”

Ari cupped your cheek and tilted your head back, his eyes sweeping across your face. He had stepped closer, the two of you standing flush chest to chest. He swept his free hand along the side of your waist to settle upon your back while your hands had come to rest against his chest, nothing was said between the two of you and nothing had to be said at the moment.

The corner of his lips twitched as he leaned in resting his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering closed. Ari had inhaled slowly, filling his lungs with your scent while his chest rumbled with a silky purr, the sound of pure contentment falling graciously from his lips.

“This is not your fault, you didn’t do anything to cause this.” He whispered to you, his voice softly radiating and dripping with warmth and honey.

“I wanna go home.” You pressed yourself against him, hiding your face into his broad and firm chest, almost as if you were trying to crawl inside his coat like a joey for comfort and warmth. “I wanna go home and sleep for days.”

“We’re going home.” Ari pressed his lips against your forehead, he softly murmured against you as he promised a return to your safe place.

“I have a few of her things.” Dahlia had spoken behind you, a dull and muffled groan from her fae giving you the impression that she had struck him.

“Thank you,” you called to her without pulling away from Ari, without separating yourself from his warmth, “for helping me.”

“Wish we’d met under better circumstances.” Dahlia had set your boots down first and then draped the torn coat down on the steps, the evidence of the feral beasts’ sharp claws prevalent in the ripped material of the back.

“Put your boots on,” Ari had only let you go when it was necessary and as you had been busying yourself with slipping the dried boots back on your feet, he had slipped his coat off and draped it around your shoulders, “we’re going home, it’s safe.”

Ari had only looked past you once, his steady gaze settling on the fae. Ari had given him an acknowledging nod before he slipped one arm around your back and the other under your knees, lifting you from the wooden steps.

He rest you against his chest and carried you away from their home, humming and huffing pleasantly, set on the track to take you back. His feet crunched in the snow as he stepped away from the fae’s home, only stopping once you were past the tree line and out of sight.

Ari had stopped and leaned down to nuzzle his nose against your own to scent you, and then he cooed softly. “I love you, Honeybee. More than anything or anyone, you are the great love of my life.”

“I love you too, Ari.” You gazed at him through your lashes, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

*I know the gif is Frank Adler but the emotion fits*

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CC day 3 and TOH. Reader wanted to enjoy winter landscape and left the nest and the house for walk in the forest. Ari thought that he could let her to be outside and enjoy beautiful weather and snowy scenery, but the beast inside craves his mate. He goes out to seek Reader out, but she will not come back without a fight - snowfight.

Christmas countdown day 3: Make snowmen/have a snowball fight

He felt you stirring and had tried to reach for you, his fingertips grazing the soft curve of your waist and bare hip. You had been trapped beneath him for most of the night in the nest/den combination he’d made for the two of you, only now getting free.

Ari watched you through tired eyes as you got dressed, taking a pair of his sweats and slipping them up over your legs. You’d tied it with one of your hair ties to fit better and rolled up the legs, all while you sleepy mate watched with unending adoration.

Ari had found himself falling back sleep while you slipped out, only being roused by his inner bear demanding their mate come back to bed. Ari had groaned and pulled himself out of bed, cathartically getting dressed and wandering further into the house from the den. Your scent has lingered but he hadn’t heard you, he knew you were likely outside and he moved as if he was in a haze, following his inner bear to the front door.

Ari turned the handle and slipped out when it was open, coming upon the sight of pristine and crisp snow with the imprints of your boots on a path. He looked around the front of the house, settling his gaze on the pair of snowman you’d built to the left.

One was clearly Ari, with his favourite scarf around the neck, while the other was you marked by small twig eyelashes.

“Mate,” his bear-like growl had come with hunger and want, “mate, where are you?”

He stepped onto the front porch and stretched his arms above his head, unbothered by the snow or the cold. His eyes were piercing as he looked at every square inch of the property he could see, looking for you or where you could have gone.

“Honeybee, come inside. I need you to warm me up.” Ari tucked his head and huffed like he had when he walked the trails as his beast, catching and focusing in on your scent. “I need my sweet mate to quake under me-“

Ari was stopped mid-sentence by the sudden drop of a snowball landing at his feet, the splash of wet crystallized water landing on his bare feet. He raised his head, his eyes narrowing when he saw you standing at the edge of the woods, laughing adorably with another few snowballs at your feet.

“Mate-“ Ari was cut off again by another snowball, another hit that caught him on the leg.

“I’m not coming in! Not until we have a snowball fight!” You called from the edge of the forest and raised your hand to throw another, your eyes locking on his. “Are you scared?”

“Scared-“

“Come on, you big teddy bear!” You let the snowball fly, laughing in response when it had hit him in the face.

Ari wiped his hand across his skin to clear the snow away before he had chuckled under his breath and stepped back toward the door. “I’m gonna give you a head start while I grab my boots. You better run, honeybee.”

Ari didn’t have to wait for you to dart away, squealing with the excitement of the snowball fight you’d been asking for.

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Taste Of Honey: Part 5

The house was quiet save for the sound of the wood furnace running with the addition of the fireplace crackling in the background. There was little else to distract you from the massive mountain of a man in front of you, standing with his hands shoved into his pockets.

His chin lowered as he gazed at you beneath his thick, black lashes, blue eyes bright and hopeful. He was beautiful, even if he was your captor, with a thick yet well-trimmed beard that made the tall and broad man look even bigger than you had initially first thought. His hair was equally as thick, appeared soft to the touch and had brushed the back of his neck with a slight curl to the ends.

His voice was deep and husky when he had spoken, the tone both erotic and tantalizing when he was addressing you. The contrast between wanting to deck with him a two by four, and having him whisper in your ear was maddening. You were here because he had some sick sense to kidnap you from your camping trip, someplace you were only stopping over to, to waste some time before making the last leg of your trip.

“I know this sounds crazy-“

“Because it is. You are crazy. You are crazed. You’re insane and you need to be committed.” You squared your shoulders and centred your gaze on the front door of the cabin, on the wooden barrier that kept you from the exterior and you from this hold he swore was settled over the land. You couldn’t have left even if you wanted to, or so he had stated. He had already been awake when you descended the stairs with a handful of books you wanted to use as a weapon against him, one of the few accessible items you could grab without having to be exposed by the open layout of the kitchen.

“Honeybee I promise I’m not crazy.” Ari pleaded with you as if he was pleading for his very life, his voice was wavering in desperation and in this state it appeared as if he was an embodiment of Jekyll and Hyde.

A man who was at least 6’6 or 6’7, and whose height was matched with broad shoulders and a firm chest. The muscular makeup of this man was impossible to fathom fully, as every inch of him seemed to be crafted and created with strength in mind. And yet…despite his massive muscularity, when Ari was pressed against you when he was carrying you back to the cabin, he was somehow soft. He was so strong and so well carved, and yet he was soft and comforting.

“You have to be! This is insane! No sane person-!” You cut yourself off with a frustrated scream, an angered cry that soundtracked your actions as you turned swiftly on your heel and began stalking toward the front door, your feet stomping dramatically on the floor. You weren’t just making a show of your aggression, you were releasing some of your bottled-up tension as your determination to prove him wrong had clashed with the increased depths of indescribable comfort that had come all too easily from being around him.

“I’ll prove you wrong!” You twisted the handle and yanked open the door with more power than you had perhaps intended and as the door had slammed against the wall the crack in the glass that had already been there having grown and splintered.

You stomped across the porch and down the steps, knowing full well that Ari was going to follow you. You had known full well that he would be trailing along behind you and that had only made you more aggravated and irritated. You had to grit your teeth and clenched your hands by your sides as you grumbled a slew of curses while pushing yourself through the groves of trees to find a trail or a path to find something to get you back to civilization.

“You can’t walk the whole way, honey.” Ari, like you, had suspected, had followed you out of the cabin and was following you now.

“Yeah? Just fucking watch me!” You called over your shoulder, not daring to look at him.

“There’s a barrier, like an invisible wall keeping us in. It’s the hibernation charm, and even if you could reach the edge, you couldn’t go through it, you’re an unmarked and unmated human.”

“Unmarked and unmated? What the hell does that mean?” You had stopped and turned toward him, your eyes set in a steely glare. “You’re human too.”

“Partly.” Ari had stopped when you had, the corner of his lips twitching as he studied you with conflicting admiration and debauching lust and hunger. “Part of me is…kind of a beast.”

“Beast.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes then turned your back to him and kept stalking through the woods, determined to find something.

“Sweetheart, there’s…100 acres. That’s 4,356,000 square feet. You can’t walk that.” Ari had countered your determination with a fact, a stark fact that had stalled you.

Not just because you got the feeling he was lying about big the land you were on really was.

You had stopped walking and stood in the middle of the density of the trees, the large cluster of bark encrusted trunks, broken limbs and twigs littering the ground and the colourful array of leaves falling for the autumn and the cusp of winter. You stood there in the woods with your captor behind you, divided between two conflicting observations and reactions.

On one hand, standing on the cusp of the forest with very little around you to fixate on but the sounds of nature and the breathtaking scenery, the colourful carpet of leaves and the roughened bark that you wanted to trace with your fingertips, the peacefulness, was unlike anything you had ever come across before

However, on the other hand, you were taken from the forest. You were kidnapped and taken from your camp that was just a stopover point, you were taken and now being held on this piece of land by some madman who was insisting that not only was he not entirely human, but that there was some kind of spell, some kind of charm that was keeping the two of you locked down here.

“Y/N, honeybee…come back to the cabin. Come back inside and I’ll make you something to eat. Get you some tea?” Ari had reached for you, his large warm hand had touched your wrist and you had shivered at the sensation of dull electricity pulsing through.

There was a dull bubble of warmth in your belly the longer he had touched you, the longer you had allowed his skin to have contact with yours, and that unkempt sensation had only grown tenfold when he had stepped behind you. You had closed your eyes and held your breath, bating your reaction when Ari, your captor, had slipped a thick flannel coat onto your shoulders, the material and the size swallowing you like a blanket.

“Come back inside, you’re going to get cold.” His voice was as soft as his touch, and for a moment you felt weak. For a moment you wanted to crumble and just let him, have you. For a moment, you felt as if you had never felt so whole; so perfect.

“Sweetheart-“ And then the spell had broken, as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over your head, ripping you from that daze.

“You took me, you kidnapped me.” You ripped the coat from your body and balled it up, your hands shaking every moment, every second until you had thrown it at him until you had pushed past him and stalked back to the cabin.

It was early the next morning when he had heard evidence that you had been up before him.

The door opened and closed with a heavy slam that was almost immediately followed by muttered curses that had extended beyond the area of the house you were in. Ari could hear you, he could hear everything you were saying, even though the floorboards, the walls and the doors, Ari could hear you. His ability to hear you and your frustrations had brought a smile to his face as he lay in his bed. He had been giving you as much space as he could while stating the needs his bear had for closeness, the clear divide between what he wanted to do and what he had to do was contradictory to each other.

Ari listened to the sound of you clanging pans in the kitchen as you had become determined to cook dinner, a way of keeping yourself occupied in the cabin. Your anger was radioactive in the cabin, barely contained within the walls that had belonged to you and Ari, and if he had been a weaker creature he would have been fearful of you.

Instead, he had admired your tenacity and drive. Instead, he had found your anger and determination, your temporary hatred of him to be part of the very driving force that made him want you so badly.

“Do you need help?” Ari had carefully approached the kitchen, being mindful and wary of your proximity to knives and the hot stove, and either one could be made out to be a weapon in some form or another.

Ari had stopped when you raised your head and stared him down, your eyebrows becoming knitted tighter and the corner of your lips twitching before they formed a hard line.

You were not happy and you were going to let him know it.

“What are you?” The dishes clanged against each other as you set them on the counter, working methodically to busy yourself and your hands. “Other than a stalking kidnapper…”

“What do you think I am?” Ari slowly encroached on your space, testing the waters as he looked past you to the series of knives set in the block.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking.” You sneered and smacked the wooden spoon against the pot and then placed your hands on your hips. “Are you going to kill me? Is that why you have 100 acres? Are you going to kill me and bury my body somewhere? Are you going to turn me into some kind of domesticated housewife? A sex slave?”

Ari hadn’t meant to, and he knew it would have angered you further, but he couldn’t help or resist the bright and amused smile from bursting on his face. Nor could he have prevented the snort of laughter and the ripple of amusement shooting through him at the notion.

As if Ari could have ever laid a hand on you to hurt you as if he could have ever turned his mate into a domesticated housewife or sex slave.

If anything, you would be the one to completely flip Ari on his head, you would be the one to completely ruin him.

“It’s not funny!” You shrieked and picked up the spoon again, aiming it at him with vicious intent. “You took me from my campsite! You ripped me from the area and I woke up here!”

“Honeybee,” Ari couldn’t possibly have thought you were any more adorable and endearing, and then you proved him wrong, “I’m not…I’m not going to hurt you.”

Ari’s smile was still wide, his bear satiated and pleased with any interaction even as small as it was. His bear was eager to be close to his mate, eager to see your fight and fire so vibrant and radiating. This was what kind of happiness his mother had hoped for him, even if it was still in the stages of animosity and tensity.

“You say that,” you grit your teeth and turned your anger toward the pot, stirring aggressively, “yet you take me. I was supposed to start a new job, I was supposed to move to LA, I was supposed to have a new life and then some dumb, giant Sasquatch-“

“Werebear.” Ari had cut you off, correcting you slowly and patiently.

“What?” You set the spoon against the edge of the metal and gave him your attention. “What did you just say?”

“Not a Sasquatch, love.” The corner of Ari’s lips twitched when he hears your teeth grinding. “Sasquatch‘s are out farther west. I’m a werebear.” Ari had slipped a hand in his jean pockets and inhaled subtly, committing your scent and every note attached to it, to memory.

“You’re delusional aren’t you? Or…or insane? Are you insane?” You stuttered and stepped back, the connection that was already formed between you, was dividing you.

“Would you like me to show you?” Ari suggested, drawing his attention from you to the food you were cooking, the seasoning and ingredients stirring his near insatiable hunger. “What I look like?”

“What you look…seriously if you’re going to kill me and bury my body just say so. Quit jerking me around.”

“I’m not going to kill you, Y/N.” Ari had placed his hand upon the counter and slid his palm toward yours. “You’re my mate.”

He watched you, studied you as your fingers brushed against each other and the innate, naturally bountiful and strong bond between a werebear and his mate, had quantified the rush of endorphins and dopamine that flooded the two of you.

Warmth passed from you to him, and back again. Warmth had drawn the two of you, at least your heart and souls, together.

“I’m nothing to you but your captee…capturee…capturedess..?”

“Something like that.” Ari laughed to himself. “My little captive mate.”

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