Billionbear and Pair of Bears Boxed Set: BBW and Menage Bear Shifter Romance (7 page)
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Authors: Zoe Chant
He settled one strong hand over her hip as he played with her with his finger. Raina writhed with pleasure as he stroked her pussy and circled her clit with his finger pad, sending delicious thrills of excitement along every nerve. Her slick juices dripped down his finger, trickling over the back of his hand as she rubbed herself against his fingers, pushing them inside her.
Raina was gasping, her heart pounding, her every nerve alive and tingling. Pleasure filled her until she thought she might burst with it. She could feel nothing but Owen’s touch on her and inside of her, see nothing but his handsome face and strong body, hear nothing but his quickening breath, smell nothing but his clean sweat and man’s musk. Nothing mattered to her but this perfect moment.
Owen caressed her inner walls until, like a bear sniffing out honey, he found a spot inside her that was exquisitely sensitive. Even the lightest touch on it made her moan with ecstasy. She’d never completely believed in it before, let alone felt it, but that had to be the G-spot. Raina was so drunk with pleasure that she could hardly stand up, but Owen held her steady. He rubbed at her G-spot with one finger and her clitoris with another, teasing a sudden orgasm from her. It rolled over her like a wave of bliss, making her cry and shudder.
Only then did Owen pull her down to the soft grass, roll a condom over his gigantic erection, and rear up over her. She lay back, relaxed and yet ready for more. He was sweating, his face more handsome than ever, his eyes lit with love and lust. She could smell the musk of her own arousal, and of his. It made her dizzy.
“Put it in me!” Raina begged. “Don’t be gentle!”
With a deep groan that was almost a bear’s roar, Owen plunged into her. Raina gasped as his immense cock filled her, stretching her to a delicious fullness. She tilted her pelvis, so his great length would rub against her clit as he thrust. He pounded in and out of her, stimulating the swollen pearl of her clit with every movement. Her body was alive with electric heat, getting hotter and more intense with each pistoning motion of Owen’s rock-hard cock.
“I love you,” Owen gasped. “I want to be with you forever!”
“I love you too,” Raina managed to say, though she heard her voice shake. “My mate!”
Owen’s thrusts became wilder, faster, more frantic. She knew he was near the brink, as was she. She gripped his muscular shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, as the last ecstasy took her. Owen’s growl as he came was followed a second later by Raina’s cry as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt exploded within her. She writhed and screamed, not caring what she looked or sounded like. All that mattered was the ecstasy that engulfed her like the heat of the sun.
Once again, Raina became aware of the world around her. She lay limp and languid, still trembling with the aftershocks of that intense orgasm. Owen was holding her tenderly, stroking her back and hair.
“So...” Raina said at last. “You said that bears mate for life. Was that a proposal?”
Owen looked abashed. “Dammit. I meant to get you a diamond engagement ring fit for a princess, go down on my knees, the whole nine yards— wait!”
He scrambled up, fumbled in the pocket of his discarded jeans, and detached the smallest ring from his ring of keys. As Raina began to laugh, he knelt, cupped it in his hands, and said, “I’ll get you a better one later— along with the rest of the nine yards— but I’m not letting you leave these woods without
something.
I love you. You’re my princess, and you always will be. Raina Williams, will you marry me?”
Raina’s amusement at the steel keychain ring, presented to her by a billionaire, faded as she saw the true love and commitment shining in Owen’s eyes. She slipped the steel ring on to her thumb, which was her only finger wide enough for it, and replied, “I will. And I wouldn’t care if a keychain was all you could afford. I want
you
, Owen, not the billionaire— the billionbear!”
He laughed. “I hope you want Owen the billionaire and Owen the bear, too. But if you really like that ring, I could have it melted down and reforged, and set it with a diamond.”
“Steel and diamond,” Raina said thoughtfully. “Strength and beauty. I like that.”
Raina kissed Owen. She was completely happy, with his ring on her finger and his arms around her body. The fairytale was real. Owen was her Beast
and
her Prince Charming. But more than that, he was her mate.
“Happily ever after,” she said.
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By Zoe Chant
Copyright Zoe Chant 2015
All Rights Reserved
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Paisley
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P
aisley Clark pulled the drapes in her hotel room, shutting out the white glare of the street lights. The room was almost certainly too high for anyone to see into— that was why she’d picked it— but you could never be too careful.
She took off her black wig, careful not to disturb the pinned-up braids of her long blonde hair. Then she stripped out of the expensive clothes she’d worn to check in. For a hotel this fancy, she’d needed them to blend in. Her false ID had passed without a blink.
Paisley barely glanced at her nude body in the full-length mirror. It didn’t matter what she looked like, so long as she was agile enough to leap, strong enough to climb, and fit enough to run.
She’d seen other women checking themselves in mirrors, and heard them worrying that they were too fat or too thin, too dark or too pale, too curvy or too flat, too s
omething
or too
something else
to attract a man. But Paisley’s problem wasn’t what she looked like, but what she
was.
She was a loner— an outlaw— a freak of nature. The closest she ever got to a relationship was a one-night stand, and that was the closest she ever could get. No man who knew what she was could ever want her.
Paisley fiercely pushed away the pang of sadness that had pierced her at that thought. She was always going to be alone, and that was just how it was. No point getting all weepy over something that couldn’t be helped, especially when she had a job to do. There were more important things in the world than whether or not one orphan werecat had someone to love.
She concentrated on
catness
. Being covered with a soft layer of pure black fur. Being able to see in the dark. Seeing the world in black and white and shades of gray. The ability to leap ten times her own height. The irresistible desire to pounce on small moving objects.
Paisley shifted. A little black cat sneezed, cleaned its face with its paw, then leaped on to the dresser. From there, it slipped behind the drapes, then jumped out the window that human Paisley had left half-open.
Her nimble paws easily balanced on the window ledge, thirty floors above the street. If she fell all the way down, she’d land on her feet, but she’d be just as dead as if she’d landed anywhere else. But she felt no fear as she leaped nimbly from ledge to ledge, working her way toward her target’s room. Paisley rarely fell, and she had plenty of ledges to land on if she did. It was an ordinary night’s work for a werecat cat burglar.
Two leaps down and four across, and she was at her target’s window. Paisley peeked through the drapes. The room was dark, but her cat eyes had no trouble making out the shape of a man sleeping beneath the bed covers.
Alan Krikorian
, she thought.
That scumbag.
He was a wealthy con man who sold land in Florida to elderly people who wanted to retire and build homes. The land was real, but it was under water. By the time they showed up to look at it in person, he’d taken their money and run with it. Paisley intended to steal his credit cards and bank account information, extract the list of his victims from his laptop, and return the money to his elderly victims.
Krikorian’s window was shut and latched. Now came the hardest part.
Paisley concentrated on being human. Clipped fingernails instead of sharp claws, blonde hair instead of black fur, and thoughts of loneliness and justice instead of napping and tuna fish.
She shifted, then instantly moved her weight to her toes and caught the window frame. Paisley wavered, then found her new balance. She was naked, of course, but she’d carried a few tiny tools in her mouth. She spat them into one hand, placed them carefully on the ledge, and got to work. Five minutes later, she had a small hole cut into the window. She inserted a loop of wire and flipped the latch, then eased the window open.
Paisley slipped through, landing soundlessly on her feet. As quietly as if she were still a cat, she crept toward the laptop on the table.
A big man stepped out of the shadows and slammed the window shut. The man lying on the bed sat up and flipped on the light.
A trap!
Every nerve of Paisley’s body sizzled with fear and anger.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” the man at the window began.
Paisley didn’t stick around to hear more. She bolted for the door.
The man on the bed scrambled off it and dove for the door, blocking it before she could reach it.
“Wait! Let us explain,” the tall man at the door said. “We want to—”
Blood roared in Paisley’s ears, blocking out the rest of what he said. She was trapped. She couldn’t fight two men unarmed and naked. She’d be thrown in jail for the rest of her life, confined to a cell that not even the smallest cat could escape, bored out of her mind and unable to do any good for anyone ever again.
“No!” The shout burst from Paisley’s throat.
She’d never before shifted in front of strangers, but she bet even the toughest man would flinch if he got a faceful of spitting, hissing, biting, clawing cat.
It was the quickest shift of her life. With a yowl of rage, she leaped at the face of the man blocking the window, all claws slashing.
She crashed into a solid wall of shaggy brown fur.
Paisley bounced off and landed on her feet. She looked up from the floor, bewildered.
The man at the window was gone. A gigantic grizzly bear stood in his place.
It was hard to think logically when she was a cat, especially when she was excited. Cats operated by instinct, not reason. All Paisley could focus on was that she was trapped and needed to escape. She spun around, her claws scrabbling on the polished wood floor. With another furious yowl, she leaped at the face of the man blocking the door.
She crashed into a solid wall of soft black fur.
The man at the door was gone. A big black bear stood in his place.
Now in a panic, Paisley began ricocheting from wall to wall, caterwauling and spitting and lashing out with her claws. Within seconds, she’d shredded large portions of the drapes, the bed, and the sofa. She tried to shred the two bears, too, but her claws couldn’t penetrate their thick fur.
As she leaped madly past the black bear, it suddenly swung its head and caught her in its strong jaws. Paisley dangled in its grip, helpless as a kitten, howling and lashing about to no avail.
The grizzly bear at the window became a man. He strode nude to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and deftly wrapped Paisley in it. She spat furiously, but she was completely immobilized.
The grizzly bear man scooped up the Paisley-package, took it to the bed, covered it with blankets, and held the blankets tight.
“Shift back,” Grizzly Bear Man demanded. “I swear, we are not going to harm you in any way.”
Black Bear Man— now also a naked man— joined him at the bed. “He’s telling the truth. We don’t want to hurt you— we want to
hire
you!”
Paisley lay limp, exhausted. This was all hard for a cat to follow. But she did know that as a woman, she’d be able to understand it better. She shifted back.
She lay pinned beneath a towel and a blanket, with two naked men looming over her. Naked men who had previously been a grizzly bear and a black bear. Now that she could think as a human again, amazement drove out her fear.
“You can turn into bears,” she said.
Black Bear Man chuckled. “Yes. And you can turn into a cat. I have to say, we weren’t expecting you to be a shifter.”
“A shifter?” Paisley asked. “I didn’t even know there was a name for what I am.”
The amusement vanished from Black Bear Man’s face. “Were you turned without your consent?”
“Turned?” Paisley echoed blankly.
“Bitten and made into a shifter.” Anger tightened Grizzly Bear Man’s ruggedly handsome features. “Do you know the name of the person who did it? I could take care of them for you.”
Paisley stared at him. His anger was on
her
behalf? No one ever got mad because someone else wronged her. At least, not since Mom had died when Paisley was ten. No one in the long string of foster homes she’d lived in since that had cared about her for any reason but the check they’d get for having her.
“I don’t remember anyone biting me,” she replied. “I’ve always been able to become a cat. Mom used to tell me how funny I looked as a kitten peeking out from a pile of baby clothes.”
Neither man commented, but she noticed the sympathy that crossed their faces at the
used to
. She spoke hastily, eager to change the subject. She hated pity, and she hated thinking about how Mom had died. “Who
are
you guys? And do you mind not pinning me to the bed?”
“Oops, sorry.” Grizzly Bear Man released his hold.
Paisley sat up, clutching the blankets tight around her.
“I’m Eli Sterling,” said Grizzly Bear Man.
“And I’m Jackson Ford,” said Black Bear Man.
They both offered her their hands. She ignored them, folding her arms tight across her chest. “I’m not telling you my name.”
“It’s Paisley Clark,” said Eli.
She whipped her head around to stare at him. “How did you know?”