Bear King's Curves: A BBW Werebear Shifter Romance (12 page)

Archibald Van Moltke. June, 1834.

“
Jesus.” My heart began to pound like a
steady drum in my chest. “There's no way this can be real.”

Or so I wanted to believe. But how many strange things
had I seen since I started delving into bear lore? Hell, how strange
was their very existence?

Obviously so eerie and improbable the US government
would never admit to it.

I looked around carefully. I vowed I'd never steal a
precious artifact again after Nick saved me, but surely I could make
an exception for this last little scrap, this crude drawing that
might be telling the truth, literal or symbolic.

Okay, there's got to be something here. And I'm not
going to let another something slip away.

I carefully folded the old paper and pushed it into my
purse.

Just in time. The room's lonely speaker kicked to life
above me, announcing the library would be closing in the next fifteen
minutes.

Up in the Idaho mountains, we could already see our
breath. Winter was imminent at these elevations.

We'd driven several hours north to a park flanked with
mountains, and very few touristy lookouts and cabins. Nick insisted
on total isolation.

“
Are you sure you want to do this up here? It's
awfully cold.” I hugged myself, wishing I had a thicker jacket.

I know, a fat girl should tolerate the cold better.
Leave me alone.

“
This place is perfect. Nobody should see us in
this forest.” Nick sounded much more upbeat today.

Probably something about being out in stark, rugged
nature. Even I appreciated it, and I didn't have half his bear sharp
senses.

“
Do you have it, Lyla?” He turned to look at
me, stepping back from a rocky outgrowth hovering over a small
depression in the ground where dark green saplings were beginning to
sprout.

I lifted it out of the small bag at my side, glancing
over my shoulder one last time to make sure nobody else was around.
The destiny stone felt heavier in my hands than it had before, or
maybe I was just dizzy with anxiety.

“
Here. You can have my coat if you're cold.”
He drew it off his shoulders, adding it to the bundle in my arms.
“Won't be needing it for a little while.”

I leaned on a tall fallen tree adjacent to our little
spot. Nick undressed, starting with his shirt, carefully hanging each
piece of clothing on the low branches nearby.

Watching him strip was damned sexy, even when it wasn't
supposed to be.

Soon, pale yellow light filtering through the bright
green trees above fell on his gorgeous flesh. I almost forgot to
brace myself for what was about to happen next.

“
Pass it to me when I stand up and sniff the air.
I won't hurt you. I promise. We're in full control when we let the
bears rise. Never forget that.”

Yeah. Easy when it's all theory, but not so easy when
there's a fifteen hundred pound grizzly bear standing in front of me,
staring like I'm lunch.

I'd never seen a shift at close range before while I was
sober.

Always a first time for everything.

Nick stretched his arms and legs. I eyed his half-full
erection, inwardly chastising myself for the constant stream of
dirty, delicious thoughts.

Then he fell to the ground and sexy went on the back
burner.

I squirmed uncomfortably, wondering what it felt like to
sprout fur, claws, and have your bones splintered in several dozen
places.

It always happened fast too. Nick's body cracked and
transformed, ballooning into a big, hairy ball with arms and legs.

The grizzly was back. The huge bear stared at me,
tilting his head in a way that would've looked friendly and funny if
I were watching him through the bars of a cage.

But it was just him and I out here. No barriers, no
prison bars. Just faith.

“
Nick?” I said, more than a little unease in
my voice. “Are you ready?”

The grizzly took a few steps forward. I could hear his
huge lungs inhaling and exhaling, large dragon puffs of smoke
snorting through his leathery nostrils.

It's okay. Don't be afraid.

Without warning, the bear stood. I cringed and stumbled
a few steps backward, but he stopped short of landing on top of me,
as promised.

Nick raised his head, sniffing at the air, giving a
raspy whine that tugged at my heart.

“
Okay, big guy. Let's get this over with.”

Passing over the destiny stone was the hardest part. It
took all my willpower to reach out to the bear, to carefully place
the heavy orb in his big, furry paws.

I wondered if he could even grip with those huge claws.

Nick got along okay, adjusting his bear fingers for a
secure grip. He clutched the holy artifact tight to his chest.

We waited. Nothing.

I shook my head, hating myself for believing that stupid
mumbo-jumbo in the library. Nick growled, a thousand times more
ferocious than he ever did as a man.

Somehow, he kept the same cadence of a very pissed and
disappointed man, despite being a heavy bear.

Then there was a hiss from his hands. The green color
changed, blinding like a meteor coming in through the earth's
atmosphere.

I whimpered in surprise and shielded my eyes. Nick's
growl came louder, and his furry paws jerked around it, as if it were
burning him.

When the glow lessened, I opened my eyes. His back was
turned to me, and he was moving to the small cliff, ambling along
slowly on two bear legs never meant to walk upright for long
distances.

He stopped just before the edge, slowly stretching his
arms, still cradling the stone.

Now, it truly glowed vivid red, like a harvest moon dyed
in blood. Nick pitched his head back and began to roar. His guttural
sonnet resounded with the nature around us, scattering the birds,
vibrating deep into the trees.

I pressed against the fallen trunk and covered my ears.
I couldn't decide whether I should laugh or cower.

This really is his destiny! And whatever fate is on
its way makes me shake with happiness, fear, and confusion in one
stroke.

When I opened my eyes, the bear had turned around. The
stone was on the cliff's small incline, rolling down toward me.

I stepped up and caught it just before it landed in a
patch of mud. Nick crouched low, flattening himself on the ground,
shrinking and turning bald as his bones rearranged into a man's
shape.

His hands and feet were slightly muddy when he looked
up, breathing heavily. Shifting must've been one hell of a sucker
punch to the body. Or was it the stone that drained him?

The glowing stopped. Its warmth was fading, and it only
took several seconds for the jade green to reappear, banishing the
crimson fire that filled it before.

“
It's true,” he said, rising and fetching
his clothes. “Everything.”

I let him dress in silence. Contemplation clouded his
face, likely the same thoughts and fantasies tearing through my mind.

“
Now what?” I said, as soon as he faced me
again, buttoning up his shirt.

“
Now, I thank you properly for showing me what I
really am.” He threw me into his embrace so fast I laughed.

Crushed between us, the destiny stone nestled into my
breasts. There wasn't much good humor in his eyes, just raw, hungry,
animal need, instincts that hadn't disappeared with the bear.

“
Come on. We've got a long drive back before I can
throw you down and fuck you senseless. Then I'm going to plan every
last detail of my return to Klamath. I'm still hungry for blood.
Branson, Judy, and Hector's blood, to be specific.”

No big surprise. But the way he kissed me was.

The sphere pressed uncomfortably between our bodies as
he threw himself into me, pouring hot breath past my lips as his
tongue found mine. There was no pushing back, no teasing him.

Nick's kiss had nothing but force behind it, stopping
just short of biting my bottom lip. His kiss literally stole my
breath away, sucking it deep into his body, replacing oxygen with
earthy lust.

“
Holy...holy shit,” I moaned when he finally
let me up for air. “What's gotten into you?”

“
Plenty. Now put that thing down and forget the
drive back,” he said, snatching the sphere from my hand.

He walked it several steps to my purse, set it carefully
on the ground, and then came back to me.

Blood rushed into my ears. Was he really suggesting what
I thought he was?

Another embrace, another feral kiss, another intense
grip in his rock hard arms held the answer. He pushed me against the
tree, never letting up on the kisses, plunging his tongue into my
mouth again and again.

He licked me like he wanted to fuck me. My depths turned
slick and convulsed, suddenly wishing it were the other way around.

I wanted – no, needed – more than just his
tongue flicking in and out my mouth.

I reached up, tearing at his collar. My hands broke a
couple buttons as he helped me take his shirt down, and then it was
my turn.

Well, so much for getting dressed. Damn if this isn't
a hell of a way to change your mind, though.

Our clothes fell in a flurry, stripped away like
annoying second skins. Nick held my curves expertly, making me
delirious with his kisses, the way his hands clasped my ass and
squeezed.

Growling, he walked me back. I squealed as he tightened
his grip, making me fall with him onto the cold ground.

It had to be around fifty degrees up here. Not that it
mattered, not with the sticky heat racing through my blood.

We rolled, twining arms and legs, and now I was flat on
my back, open as the cool earth beneath me.

Nick kissed me again, stamping a steady trail of hot
fire past my lips, down my neck. He grabbed my right breast. I rolled
my hips and groaned when my nipple disappeared behind his lips.

Tongue and teeth lapped at one breast, and then the
other, making expert laps and pinprick clenches that drove me wild. I
reached past my legs, gripping his cock in one hand.

Fuck!

He was hard as steel. Longer and thicker than I even
remembered, just inches away from forcing it to my depths.

We didn't have a condom. I was past caring.

I couldn't resist, couldn't think about stopping, even
as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I ran my nails up his neck,
listening to the happy rumble in his throat. He came closer, closer,
closer still when my legs went around his hips, pulling him
dangerously close to my aching slit.

“
I. Need. You.” Staccato words burst from
his mouth and into my ear like billowing steam.

Nick pushed into me with one thrust. I arched my back,
slapping the cool earth lightly, instinctively rising to meet the
powerful length slipping to my depths.

He fucked hard, fast, devouring me in a rough sprint
rather than a slow and sensual marathon. The force of his hips on
mine took me by surprise.

I moaned again, all my senses going into overload.
Nobody's flesh had ever felt so good inside me, his skin on mine,
burrowing deeper with risky intent.

Everything between my thighs burned hotter as our rhythm
increased. Even the cool soil and moss beneath us did nothing to cool
the rising flames.

“
Fuck, you're so tight,” he growled. “Just
makes me want to tear you apart, make you a perfect fit for my cock.”

“
Do it!” I whimpered.

Nick bared his teeth. He grabbed my ass, moving his
hands up my legs, placing them over his shoulder.

I flushed as white hot fire zipped through me. Big girls
rarely imagined being fucked like this, with so many curves creased
and exposed, but Nick didn't care about any of that.

He loved every inch of me. Most of all, he wanted to go
deeper, and now I was fully open for him as he jackhammered into me.

My lips opened in a hot ring of pure pleasure. My clit
throbbed each time he slammed down, slapping his balls on my ass. My
toes curled across his shoulders, winding up for the explosion.

It came.

Worlds splintered apart in my mind. Every little piece
of stress or self-conscious fear left in me unraveled.

I buried my hands in the soil at my sides and scratched,
trying to relieve the molten blast inside me.

But there was nothing to do but let the fever run its
course.

Growling, Nick slammed deeper, fucking me through my
orgasm, timing his thrusts to match my velvet as it convulsed and
sucked at his erection.

“
I'm...I'm fucking losing it. Oh, little Lyla, I'm
going to fill you, mate you, breed you...”

His voice gurgled into another growl, deeper than a
normal human could manage. His hips mashed against mine, and he held
himself there as his big cock erupted into my climax.