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Authors: Sloane Meyers
Tags: Fiction, adventure, Romance, Paranormal, Adult, Erotic, alaska, Shifter, werebear, bear, Mate, home, photographer, Permanent Home, Travels, Vulnerable
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the warm liquid of his passion bursting out of him and filling Delaney, as the fiery waves of pleasure radiated through his being. He roared again, savoring the feeling of bonding and love that erupted through him as he became one with his life mate.
As their orgasms subsided, they both lay there, spent and happy. Delaney looked over at Eric and gave him a dreamy, love-drunk smile. Eric smiled back at her. As far as he was concerned, this whiteout could continue on for a while. He was having a pretty good time weathering the storm in here.
After lying there a few moments, Eric suddenly felt the shelter tremble. He thought at first that he might have imagined it, but less than a minute later, it happened again. This time, Delaney felt it, too. She sat up and gave him a concerned look.
“What was that? I didn’t think there was any danger of earthquakes out here, but it felt like a tremor.”
Eric sniffed the air. He thought he detected a slight hint of bear, but he couldn’t be sure. This storm was throwing all of his senses off. The trailer shook again, this time more violently. Eric sniffed again. This time, he definitely smelled bear.
“Shit! Delaney, get dressed, now! The warmest clothes possible. Do you know how to shoot?”
Delaney nodded.
“Good. There’s a rifle in the large storage compartment on the right. After you get dressed, get the rifle and be ready to use it. But don’t shoot unless you think I’m dead. It will be impossible to see where you’re aiming in this storm, and you might accidentally hit me if you fire.”
“What’s going on?” Delaney asked, her voice laced with fear.
“Blizzards,” Eric said. “They came for us, even in this whiteout. Maybe because of this whiteout.”
He leaned over and kissed Delaney.
“I love you so much,” he said. Then with a giant roar, he burst through the front door of the shelter.
Chapter Nine
Delaney dressed as quickly as she could. She threw on two layers of thermal underwear, then a sweater and fleece lined jeans over that. She put two pairs of wool socks on, and then strained and pulled her snow boots on over them. She didn’t have a parka anymore, since she’d had to leave hers back on the ice. But she found another thick jacket that must have been Eric’s and she put it on over her clothes. It wasn’t a parka, but it’d have to do. She found a beanie and earmuffs, and put them on. Then she pulled the hood of the jacket up securely over her head. She chose the thickest pair of gloves she could find and stuffed them into the pockets of the jacket. She didn’t want to put them on just yet. She wanted her hands free, for the rifle. She sat on the floor of the trailer, clutching the rifle and pointing it at the door. She wasn’t sure what she was waiting for. If a bear that wasn’t Eric came bursting through that door, she was pretty sure it would be too late to stop it by the time she knew for sure that it wasn’t Eric.
Outside, the noise of bears roaring sounded horrific. Even with the heavy snow and wind muting the ruckus, the fight just beyond the walls of the shelter was one of the loudest things Delaney had ever heard. She held the gun tighter as she shivered and trembled. Eric had said he was a much stronger bear than any of the Blizzards, but it sounded like there were a lot of bears out there. And Eric was the only Northern Lights bear fighting. The longer the roaring and snarling went on, the surer Delaney was that Eric was going to die. Which also meant that she was going to die. Her shaking finger on the trigger of the rifle might take down one of the Blizzards, if she was lucky. But taking down multiple angry polar bears on her own? Not likely to happen. Delaney had never been the praying type, but she started to pray. Please dear god, she pleaded, if you really do exist, just let me get out of this alive. There was no answer, except for another violent shake of the shelter as one of the bears rammed into it.
Delaney
As their orgasms subsided, they both lay there, spent and happy. Delaney looked over at Eric and gave him a dreamy, love-drunk smile. Eric smiled back at her. As far as he was concerned, this whiteout could continue on for a while. He was having a pretty good time weathering the storm in here.
After lying there a few moments, Eric suddenly felt the shelter tremble. He thought at first that he might have imagined it, but less than a minute later, it happened again. This time, Delaney felt it, too. She sat up and gave him a concerned look.
“What was that? I didn’t think there was any danger of earthquakes out here, but it felt like a tremor.”
Eric sniffed the air. He thought he detected a slight hint of bear, but he couldn’t be sure. This storm was throwing all of his senses off. The trailer shook again, this time more violently. Eric sniffed again. This time, he definitely smelled bear.
“Shit! Delaney, get dressed, now! The warmest clothes possible. Do you know how to shoot?”
Delaney nodded.
“Good. There’s a rifle in the large storage compartment on the right. After you get dressed, get the rifle and be ready to use it. But don’t shoot unless you think I’m dead. It will be impossible to see where you’re aiming in this storm, and you might accidentally hit me if you fire.”
“What’s going on?” Delaney asked, her voice laced with fear.
“Blizzards,” Eric said. “They came for us, even in this whiteout. Maybe because of this whiteout.”
He leaned over and kissed Delaney.
“I love you so much,” he said. Then with a giant roar, he burst through the front door of the shelter.
Chapter Nine
Delaney dressed as quickly as she could. She threw on two layers of thermal underwear, then a sweater and fleece lined jeans over that. She put two pairs of wool socks on, and then strained and pulled her snow boots on over them. She didn’t have a parka anymore, since she’d had to leave hers back on the ice. But she found another thick jacket that must have been Eric’s and she put it on over her clothes. It wasn’t a parka, but it’d have to do. She found a beanie and earmuffs, and put them on. Then she pulled the hood of the jacket up securely over her head. She chose the thickest pair of gloves she could find and stuffed them into the pockets of the jacket. She didn’t want to put them on just yet. She wanted her hands free, for the rifle. She sat on the floor of the trailer, clutching the rifle and pointing it at the door. She wasn’t sure what she was waiting for. If a bear that wasn’t Eric came bursting through that door, she was pretty sure it would be too late to stop it by the time she knew for sure that it wasn’t Eric.
Outside, the noise of bears roaring sounded horrific. Even with the heavy snow and wind muting the ruckus, the fight just beyond the walls of the shelter was one of the loudest things Delaney had ever heard. She held the gun tighter as she shivered and trembled. Eric had said he was a much stronger bear than any of the Blizzards, but it sounded like there were a lot of bears out there. And Eric was the only Northern Lights bear fighting. The longer the roaring and snarling went on, the surer Delaney was that Eric was going to die. Which also meant that she was going to die. Her shaking finger on the trigger of the rifle might take down one of the Blizzards, if she was lucky. But taking down multiple angry polar bears on her own? Not likely to happen. Delaney had never been the praying type, but she started to pray. Please dear god, she pleaded, if you really do exist, just let me get out of this alive. There was no answer, except for another violent shake of the shelter as one of the bears rammed into it.
Delaney
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