I gripped the limb and wrapped my body around it. I hadn’t been able to get over the heights yet, but I was bound and determined not to get this spanking that was owed.
Bear mentioned in passing this morning that I was due. So as soon as breakfast was over, I darted out the door before we got ready for our morning walk.
I would not have a sore butt the rest of the day.
“Nadia!”He yelled through the mind link.
“You going to answer him?”Nikita asked.
I shook my head and held onto the limb tighter.
Crap, we were high.
At that moment, a slender vine from a neighboring tree delicately unraveled itself, gracefully slithering around my branch. Captivated, I remained utterly motionless, observing with bated breath as it steadily approached, inch by inch. Finally, a small bud unfurled, unveiling a breathtaking white flower of unparalleled beauty. Its fragrance wafted through the air, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that enveloped my senses. I couldn’t help but continue to inhale deeply, savoring every delightful scent that emanated from the flower.
“Am I dreaming?” I blinked several times, and my tongue jutted out to want to lick at the petals of the flower.
Nikita sniffed as well and licked its center. “Honeysuckle.” She moaned. More and more, the vines came closer. I backed away, putting my butt against the trunk of the tree, and more and more flowers came blooming.
Winter was fading, the air more tolerable, and spring was around the corner, but these flowers shouldn’t be here. Not for another couple of months.
“We aren’t dreaming,” Nikita said, licking a petal. I hummed when I felt the taste of honey and decided to eat the flower whole.
“There you are!” I heard the twigs snap at the base of the tree, and a furious-looking grizzly was staring up at me.
Nikita chuckled.“He’s mad, but let’s eat this real quick before he gets up here.”
I snorted and licked the inside of the flowers, keeping my arms wrapped around the branch.
“What the hell are you eating?” He stood on his hind legs and sniffed up the tree.“Get your ass down here, or it’s toast.”
“It’s already toast. Does it matter at this point?”I continued to lick the petals, my tastebuds dancing in appreciation.“And since when do honeysuckles bloom so early?”
Bear huffed, steam rising from his nose, looking thoughtful. He glanced around us for a moment before sitting back on his hind legs.“Fine, finish up, and then I’m coming after you.”Teddy growled.
I raised my head and looked inwardly at Nikita. Bear knows something I don’t know if he is letting me eat these.
“Is this a dream?”I stepped back, my heart racing, as the vibrant flowers overwhelmed my senses once more. The air was thick with their sweet fragrance, and the colors blurred together, creating a kaleidoscope of beauty. Yet the panic set in, tightening my chest. This could be magic inside a dream—luring me into somewhere dark.
My Bear wouldn’t just let me eat anything. He’d demand I come to him.
I felt Bear’s panic rise and his claws raking up the tree.“Little Bee, you stay there, don’t panic!”
“Why are there honeysuckles up here!? That doesn’t make sense. Why wasn’t I questioning it!?”My breath came in deep, quickened pants, and my arm slipped off the branch.
I let out a roar of fright, but Bear was with me before I even slipped and fell. His maw went around the scruff on the back of my neck and grabbed me.
“I’ve got you,”he linked. “Just hold still.”
I curled up into a ball while he kept the back of my neck in his maw, and by the time he set me down, I felt like a small cub beside him. Even as a bear, I was exceedingly small. It just wasn’t fair.
Bear looked over me. Even in his animal form, I could see that damn eyebrow raise.
“And what do you think you were doing running out of the cabin without me, climbing a tree, and eating honeysuckles, hmm?”
I licked my snout. “It wasn’t to get out of a spanking, nope.”I shook my head. “Just needed to go for a frolic is all. Then the flowers, they came out of nowhere!”
Bear shook his fur. He had been cranky today, not toward me in particular, but his movements were strained as if holding back. Not to mention he was wearing jeans instead of his typical sweatpants the past two days, which I found odd. He hated jeans because his dick couldn’t find a good way to settle in his pants.
