Love to Bear: A Werebear Shifter Romance (11 page)

I pounded my fists on the table just as Don stepped
through the door. In a flash, he was next to me, grabbing my hands
and struggling to understand my rage.

“
That lying bastard!” I yelled.

“
What is it, Sam? What's happened?” He
repeated variations of the same question over and over, but I was too
dazed to think until he lost his patience and barked. “Tell
me!”

“
All your population problems,” I said,
shaking a little. “It's because you aren't bringing in new
blood. Shifters can't make babies with each other.”

His eyes widened. I saw raw hunger flashing beneath his
rage, and it lingered. Even when his brain pulled every piece of the
puzzle into place.

“
Emmerick knows it takes humans to do it. And he
wants you to go extinct.”

VI: Cat and Mouse (Don)

“
I'll kill him myself,” I said, gazing into
Sam's frightened, wavering eyes. “I swear that I'll do it one
day.”

“
No! What good will that do?” She said
quietly. “They'll rip you to pieces, Don. And no one will ever
know...not unless he's exposed, and we have some proof.”

I shook my head, furiously circling the small kitchen.
At first, I didn't want to believe her. But the way she flipped
through those withered pages, explaining the names and the numbers,
giving me history lessons about things I'd never heard of...

It was undeniable. And I wanted to bring Elder Emmerick
to his knees. Execute him, if needed, for high crimes against the
clan.

“
I can't just sit on this. There has to be a way
to go after him.” My inner bear was ready to taste blood.
“There's no way the other Elders are in on this. Genevieve
always brings up the population problem when they meet. She's
obsessed with fixing it.”

“
And you will go after him,” she said
gently, rising and stepping toward me. “Just give it some time.
We need to get our proof together. And it has to come from you. Who
would ever believe a human female?”

I smiled at the nastiness in her voice. She imitated
Emmerick's turn of phrase, and did it pretty damned well.

“
He wants to break us apart, you know,” she
said. “He told me I had to leave once my work is done, and I
can never come back to see you.”

Sam wrapped her arms around my back. Only her gentle
touch tamed the inferno inside me, the need to shift, fight, kill.
Her soft breasts pressed along my chest, conjuring a very different
heat.

Oh, Samantha Aarons. I wanted you before, but
now...if it means defying Emmerick, I'll drag you to my bed, hold you
down, fuck you harder than before, and never, ever let you go.

“
You're mine,” I whispered. I had to claw at
her shirt, pull her into me, close enough to feel her heartbeat
through her sweet breasts. “Mine only. No one can ever make me
let you go.”

I kissed her hard. My tongue darted into her mouth,
swift and conquering.

Sam moaned into me, offering me her sweetness. I tasted
raw desire, spicy and sexual, fuming like airy honey across my
tongue. And as always, that richness made me want more, more, more...

Growling, I broke the kiss and lifted her up off the
floor. Sam craned her neck, meeting my lips again and again as I
slowly carried her to the bedroom.

Once we were inside, I threw her down to the bed,
covering her small frame with my body. Beast blood hummed in my
veins. I'd smelled her, tasted her, and it had given me a man's need
with an animal's desire.

So, human-shifter couplings are the only way to make
more of us? Then I want to get you pregnant, Sam. I want to fuck you
deeper, furious and raw, and spill my seed inside you.

I didn't speak the sudden compulsion aloud, but I think
she knew. At some primal level, she understood me. At least, her body
did.

I tugged at my clothing as Sam undressed beneath me.
Much to my surprise, her vigor matched mine, the ache of swollen skin
straining to be freed from its restrictive clothes.

“
Take me,” she moaned, slurring her words.
“I need you so fucking bad right now.”

I inhaled her scent, grunting when she wrapped her bare
legs around me. I sank my teeth into her shoulder and twirled my
tongue around her skin. Horny, hard, and filled with mating desire.

We were past foreplay. I pushed my hips against hers,
sinking in, moving my free hand onto her luscious ass to help push
her up into me.

Mad satisfaction burbled from her lips. We joined, flesh
on flesh, heating the warm pitch in our blood to new levels.

I took her fast. Rough. The bear guided my instincts,
nodding its enormous head in approval as I fucked her harder. My
nerves spasmed with the savage need to twitch, spasm, and empty my
balls deep inside her soft womb.

The bed creaked loudly beneath us, taking our punishing
assault. Sam hooked her chin against my shoulder, already gasping for
air, and then crying out so loudly she spattered the walls with
sharp, feminine pleasure.

Her beautiful music drove me forward. I reached behind
her head, grabbed her head, stilling my shaking hips for an instant.

“
Sam, turn over. I want to watch your gorgeous ass
shake while I'm pounding into you...”

She stared at me, surprised and beautifully shy. The
redness on her cheeks blossomed from pink rose to cherry red.

She listened, obeying my command, rolling onto her
stomach and lifting herself onto all fours. The sight of her hips
raised up and waiting only made me want to fuck like an animal even
more.

I mounted Sam from behind, loving the way her silky
flesh curled and quivered differently against my cock from this
angle.

I lifted my hips and slammed into her, stopping only to
wrap one arm around her breasts, and slip the other hand through her
hair. I had to feel her, to meld her into me, to make us one in the
deepest way a man and woman unified.

Tugging at her plush locks of hair, Sam lifted her neck,
hissing into the open air. For a second, I admired the raw beauty of
her passion. I wished I could freeze the moment, taking in every
intricate detail – but my lust had other plans.

My cock twitched. I resumed my thrusts, longer than
before. I rocked and stretched her sweet flesh hard, intent on
inwardly marking her with fire.

Sam's screams soon alternated with breathless gasps.
Orgasm hit her hard, and her spasming velvet rippled across my
hardness, sucking me harder still.

I went on, fucking through the pleasure.

Hotter. Deeper. Wetter.

Sam quaked on. She buried her face in the pillow, trying
to escape the merciless earthquake I'd started across her body. But I
lifted her up with another pull of the hair.

“
You're not going to escape, beautiful.” I
said, pausing to make sure the wave had passed so she could
understand me. “I'm going to make you come all over again.
Maybe next time, I'll join you...”

I nipped playfully at her neck. She fell onto the bed,
trying to muster more energy to keep up with me.

I didn't tolerate exhaustion. If she needed some help
finding her energy...

My hand moved away from pinching, stroking, twirling her
nipples. I lifted it behind me and let it fall against her ass.

She yelped with surprise and jolted up. Sam's face
turned back toward me, wide eyed and awake, mouthing a question.

“
Keep up with me, girl. I want you to match my
rhythm. Any time you don't...you'll feel that fire licking at you
again. Understand?”

She nodded. Just before she turned, I saw her wince, and
not from the sharp sting against her ass.

I knew that look: it
was sheer enjoyment, tinged with selfish shock that she loved it so
much. My heart swelled, pleased and grateful that
I
was the one to introduce her to this, the man who could show her it
was okay to be a woman in love, devotion, and submission.

With a growl, my hips
rolled forward again. Sam kept up with me, matching my pace with the
mouth watering
slap slap slap
of flesh on flesh as our skin thrashed together.

The red mark I'd left on her skin glowed a brighter
crimson. I grinned, knowing she'd enjoy a real spanking one day.

Lust smoked through me. I made tighter, sharper strokes,
hips moving like freight going down a steep slope.

I was uncontrollable. I needed to fill her, make her
burn, ignite her climax against me as I came too.

My hungry hand sank between her legs. She lifted with
surprise, whimpering as my fingers found her clit.

I pulsed little flicks against it. I measured its heat
between my thumb and forefinger. Her clit's hard, sharp state meant
it wouldn't be long – especially with the way I sent my
vibrations through it with every thrust.

Come on, beautiful. Come for me. Come, come, come...

I repeated the mantra in my head, tense and unbroken,
until it became a reality. Shamans weren't the only ones who could do
magic, especially where flesh and mind meet so wonderfully.

Sam slammed into me, holding herself tight and grinding
her ass into my crotch. She came, blustering and shrieking and
steaming. Her sex writhed, lapped, and fucked like dancing fire.

I lost it. My teeth fused together and I roared between
the gaps.

Intense pressure shot up my balls, coalesced into a lump
of raging coal, and then fired. My cock buried itself deep in her
heat. So deep and hard I pushed her into the bed, pinning her arms
down with mine, all my muscles firing as they sent their energy into
the rocket between my legs.

My seed hurled into her, a climax rippling and pumping
like an endless typhoon. Animalistic fire shot through me, from head
to clenched toe, the same untamed heat inside Sam.

In that inferno, we were one. Man, woman, bear, our
forever sprawling before us, pure and glistening as a treasure horde
packed with diamonds.

The bear's needs were satisfied. So were mine, if only
for a few minutes.

I slowly collapsed, pulling her close, bringing us both
back to the waking world with soft kisses on her neck. Sam twisted
her head until her lips met mine.

I let them linger there, savoring her with a softer,
slower enjoyment. The bear receded, and so did its devilish emotions.

“
I love you, Sam. I know it sounds crazy since
you've only been here a few days. But it's the naked truth. We're
meant to be together.”

Fuck. Now I sound like Elder Genevieve on Harvest
Night, when all of us gather beneath the ripe October Moon, putting
our trust in the spirits' fate to survive another winter.

Sam made a sound filled with surprise and gentle
laughter. Then her unforgettable words, “I think I love you
too.”

Strength returned to my spent flesh. We laid together,
relishing each other's warmth, recharging.

Sam kissed me as I began to harden. A second later, I
grabbed her, hooking her legs over mine and guiding her to my rising
horn.

We were ready to ride again.

That scent. It's blood.

The cinnamon-metallic odor wafted down my nostrils and
kissed my tongue. In bear form, I wanted to find it, to taste it.

My human side liked to sit down and savor civilized
dinners. But the bear wanted its meat red and raw, drinking iron rich
blood like water.

I tramped on through the cold woods. It was a break in
an otherwise rainy day.

My claws sank deep into the mud wherever I stepped.
Thankfully, the soft ground covered the noise of crisp leaves.

I saw the human and crouched behind a half-barren tree.
The hunter had his rifle at his side. He knelt on the ground, tying
up a fresh kill.

The big buck bobbed as he fixed it up for transporting
back to his camp. More blood reddened the ground from its wounds,
tempting the bear.

No. He has his rifle at his side, and he's still
several yards from our borders. I'm bold, but I'm not a fool.

The grizzly whined. My fur stood on end in frustration.
Nevertheless, I stayed behind the huge trunk, knowing that nothing
good could happen if I wandered into plain sight.

Sam. I have to make it back to her. This isn't just
about defending the clan or foregoing fun now.

I imagined her small, beautiful silhouette cooped up in
the musty archive room. She was there, doing the job the council had
given her, and the real work that would hopefully set us free too.

The man stood tall, straight, and looked over his
shoulder. The wind blew his fear to me. The sour odor mingled with
the blood, sharp and so, so appetizing.

No. Let him go,
I ordered the bear.

Holding it in check wasn't easy. It wanted to charge out
the brush, overwhelming the hunter. Instinct knew how good it would
feel to tear into the intruder, to devour the succulent meat from his
bones, and then go to work on the huge elk he'd shot.