Ursanthropy
24. Bacon!

Doreen

My fears for him, had been gone completely. If he had wanted to hurt me, he could have done it a million times already. So, there was no reason to be afraid of his massive body, claws and teeth. Even though they looked rather dangerous!

I woke up, feeling slightly colder than I had felt, when I drifted off to sleep in between Jack’s fur. A smile grew on my face, as I realised that I had been sleeping in between the paws of a huge black bear! Who could have thought that a tiny figure like me, would be in the grace of such a creature?

As I turned around, I expected him to lie there, maybe shifted back to human form, but at least for him to be with me. But instead, he had covered me with a thick blanket, and he was nowhere to be found.

“Jack, you here?” I said, but there was no response.

I stood up from the crashed bed, and half confused I wiped some feathers of my body, asking myself where they would come from. But a quick smile lifted on my face again, as there were plenty of claw marks, that had been sliced through the silk sheets and plush blankets underneath it. The bed was covered in feathers, and the four bed posts didn’t stand up straight anymore either, as the legs underneath had been crushed from Jack’s weight.

He hadn’t cared for the life of his bed at all, and just climbed on it with all his mighty fur, which had me smiling and laughing out loud, when the bed sunk to the floor.

But where was he now? I looked around the room, and found a sticky note on the bathroom door. ‘Freshen up, get dressed, and I’ll see you downstairs.’ It said. “Yes, Alpha.” I chuckled, and opened the door.

To my surprise, I found several pieces of clothing, a new bottle of shampoo, toothbrush and paste.

I looked myself over in the mirror, and got surprised how my dried up, clean, but shoulder length hair now looked like. It was cut uneven, because those bastards just cut my braid off with a knife. My eyes wanted to cry, as I thought back to those moments, but I shook them off, looking determined into the bathroom mirror. 'Never again!' I thought to myself. Maybe Jack knows someone who could do my hair, to 'cut' away those bad memories.

I went to take a shower, and used the shampoo. Ooh, strawberry scented body and hair cream! I like it!

When I was done scrubbing, I stepped out of the shower, dried myself with a towel from the cabinet, brushed my teeth and looked through the bunch of clothes that was neatly folded on the bathroom counter. I put on a pair of black laced underwear, in my size, which surprised me for a moment, but I would ask Jack about it when I was downstairs. And then I settled for skinny jeans, a black top and a white soft knitted vest. The vest was a little too big, but it was really warm and comfortable, so I kept it on.

Everything was new, and must have cost Jack plenty of money. Also, as there was still a pile of clothes, laying on the counter, of which the tags were cut off, so they can’t be brought back now.

I went outside the room and found the complete hallway was made of beautiful carved wood. The bannisters of the staircase had swirls and leaves carved into them, and the thin wooden pillars to keep the bannister afloat, were also carved with precision. There were even little paw prints on them, resembling those of a bear.

It almost felt like I had stepped into a fairy tale, as it was all so beautiful to see. Well, now I come to think about it, I actually had found myself in a strange, almost unbelievable sort of story.

As I walked down, while stepping on dark mahogany steps, I noticed the walls and ceiling were also all made of wood. I know Jack owns a lumber company, and I wondered if he had built this house on his own.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m here in the kitchen.” I heard Jack say, when I walked along some rooms, still admiring all the woodwork.

I entered the room, where he was, and was even more astound to see what I found there. A well-lit, large kitchen, with cream-coloured cabinets, a dark wooden counter top and a massive stove and oven underneath it, made me feel like I was in a house of a rich man. Which probably was, but still I hadn’t expected this to see.

But, when I looked at the cooking island, and saw Jack standing behind it, putting up our plates, and filling them to the rim with freshly baked bacon, pancakes and even a cupcake, I nearly drooled. Not because of the food, of course, but because of his bare upper body… And because he was standing behind the island, I wondered if he was dressed at all…

Quickly I reached for my necklace, and found it to be on my back again! Wow, I’m almost starting to believe that the necklace is crawling its way up there, on purpose!

“How did you know to be ready now?” I asked after clearing my throat.

“Bear-hearing, love.” He pointed to his ears. “I started cooking when I got out, and when I heard the shower run, I was almost done. Besides, you’d probably wake soon, as my warmth against your body was gone.” He said, as it was so obvious that I would wake because he was absent.

There were still some things to learn about this all, and I was curious to replace out everything. But there was also this slight tinge in the back of my mind, which said that there was a lot to discover, more than I could think of myself.

“Is it normal for bear couples to wake soon after the other does?” I asked him when I took a seat at one of the chairs at the cooking island. “Well, I’m not a bear, but you know what I mean.” He shoved me a plate of food, and sat right next to me. Good, he is wearing loose jogging sports!

“Yes, but we are not a ‘couple’, we are what my kind calls ‘mates’.” He answered, and I listened carefully.

While eating breakfast, he explained a few other things, like the scent that I emit when taking the necklace off, is arousing him, luring him in to have sex with me. I already knew that, but he said that because he is the Alpha, the leader, his genes are stronger, and thus also his urge to claim his mate. And even though I’m still wearing the necklace, he can sense the bond that is between us.

I felt my cheeks burn up, as he was so casually talking about sex, but I’m still curious, so I shook the thought off, and went to ask another question.

“So, you don’t smell my scent with other women? And no other male will want to have me, like you do?” I asked him.

“No. Don’t get me wrong, people have sex with each other, even though they are not each other’s mates. But when we replace our other half, everyone else, all other men or women that we have been with, don’t mean a single thing to us anymore. Our mate is then what is the most important thing in our life. We do not feel completed, until we replace our mate.” He explained.

What he said made complete sense to me. I know that I haven’t had the chance or free will to commit myself to someone else, but even though I had some nice looking people around me, at other jobs or places, I never had the urge to get excited with them. They never seemed to strike a romantic nerve with me.

Something that Jack’s presence does.

During my thoughts, he continued to explain about the hierarchy between his pack, and the things that they do during the day. As he is the leader, he has to delegate certain tasks to his men, to keep things in order. For example, Dennis is his Beta, his second in command, and he takes care of training and security. Then, he said he also has a bunch of assistants, which take care of all the paperwork for his lumber company, pack financial stuff and contracts with other packs.

He didn’t want to bore me with details about it, as he doesn’t have the time to explain it all now either. Apparently he has a busy day ahead of him, as he needs to make a lot of calls to other packs, warning them about my father and the arrival of his men in town.

I started to get a little sad, knowing that my dad has countless of killings under his name, and that he has no intention of stopping. “Can I do anything to help?” I asked Jack, wanting to do anything, to at least try my best, to make up for all of the things my own father had caused. I know it will be an endless task, but I can’t stay here, in this house, doing nothing.

“Not at the moment, It has been years since my pack has a Luna, and I never expected to replace my mate now, considering my age. So, everything is being taken care of. But after all this is over, we will share the tasks I do now.” He said, while emptying his plate, and I nodded.

I looked at him, as he chewed on a piece of pancake. He didn’t seem that old to me. What did he mean with ‘considering his age’?

“How old are you actually?” I asked him. “Thirty-two.” He casually said.

What? No… Oh my goodness, he is eleven years older than me! What the… I never had a clue! His body looks like he barely reached twenty-five, but not thirty-two! I remembered when my father was his age and looked way older, than Jack does now!

“Sweetheart, do you want me to feed you? Because your mouth is open.”

“What? Oh no… it’s just that… never mind.” I rushed to look down my plate, and quickly put another piece of bacon in my mouth.

“No, you are not getting away with that face, so easily. Spit it out, what’s wrong?” He asked.

I quickly chewed down the bite, and looked at him again. “You have seen my passport, haven’t you? Did you happen to see when I was born? Because I’m only twenty-one!” I yelled.

He lowered his utensils, stepped of his high-level chair, twisted me around on mine, and came standing in between my legs. “Well, you are legally a full grown woman then, and you get the pleasure of having a rather experienced man, between your thighs.” He growled and I just looked completely perplexed.

With my fork in front of my face, and my mouth hanging open, again, Jack came really close to me. My face became really hot, my thighs began to tremble, my door stood open, unleashing it’s fluids…

Sure, we had been standing close, and there has been that moment at the training area, where he had been kissing my neck and collarbone, but we haven’t actually kissed! Could it be that he is about to do that now?

He came closer and closer, arousing me heavily, but at the last moment, right before I thought he was about to do it, he bit the bacon off my fork, grinned and walked away.

He then reached out around me, picked up my plate, took the fork out of my hand, and put everything in the dishwasher. Well at least I think he did, because I was still seated towards the door of the kitchen, completely starstruck of what he just said and did!