Once Upon a Shifter (7 page)

“So…” Raina said. “You’re a were-bear.”

“We call ourselves bear shifters. But yeah. We’ve lived among regular humans since the dawn of time. I spent half my childhood as a cub in the forest.”

“You know, this doesn’t surprise me as much as it should,” Raina said. “The first moment I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. It made no sense, but it felt like we belonged together.”

Owen cupped her face in his and gazed into her eyes. “Bear shifters mate for life. We know our destined mates at first sight. Usually, they’re bear shifters too. But mine wasn’t. I’d almost given up hope… until I saw you standing there on the stage. You were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. And you were
mine
.”

“I’m yours,” Raina whispered.

Her heart was still pounding from all the excitement. But more from desire. She could smell the salt of Owen’s sweat, and the attractive musk of his natural male scent. He’d protected her with his own body. He could turn into a huge, magnificent grizzly bear. He was wild and strong and all hers— and he wanted no one but her.

His green eyes were a flame of desire. Raina swallowed, feeling that heat rise in her too. She reached out to catch the edge of his shirt, then ran her hands over the hard muscle of his belly. She felt his breath catch under her palms. No longer did she have doubts— she could feel for herself how much she turned him on. She could see it, too. His hard-on was gigantic, pushing aggressively against the denim at his crotch.

“Ready for another round? I’ve still got condoms left,” Owen said. He was trying for humor, but Raina could hear the urgency in his voice.

“I’m as ready as you are,” she said.

She pressed herself against his body, as if she was trying to merge herself with him— with her mate. With a growl of desire, Owen caught her in his strong arms and kissed her passionately. His tongue pressed insistently against hers, hot and needy. Raina kissed back, exploring the heat of his mouth.

He pulled back only long enough to strip off his boots and his clothes. Then he stood nude on the soft grass, his magnificent body lit with golden sunlight. His muscles bulged, shining with sweat, and his eyes were green as the moss beneath his feet. His huge cock was hard as steel, straining upward. Ready for her. Raina had never seen anything so gorgeous as Owen, naked and hungry for her.

“You look like a Greek God,” she murmured. “You should be in a museum.”

“What, behind glass?” Owen said with a laugh. “Then I’d never get to do
this
.”

Owen took off her blouse, then her bra, exposing her large breasts. He bent his head to them, sucking on her already-hard nipples until her body was one great flame of desire. Trickles of moisture ran from her, soaking her panties.

“God, I can smell how wet you are,” Owen muttered. Raina stiffened, self-conscious, until he added, “It’s fucking hot. I’ve never been this turned on.”

He knelt to pull off her hiking boots, his huge hands surprisingly nimble as he undid the laces. With equal finesse, he stripped off her jeans, running his hands lovingly down her hips and legs as he went. She shivered as he stroked her.

“I love every inch of you,” Owen said huskily. “Every bit of your body is beautiful. Talk about museums— you’re like some painting of a forest goddess.”

Raina heard the truth in his voice and saw it in his eyes as he knelt before her, gazing at her body with both adoration and naked lust. For the first time in her life, she looked down at her wide hips, her big thighs, and her plump belly, and saw herself as beautiful and sexy.

They kissed then, running their hands over each other’s bodies. Raina shamelessly rubbed herself against Owen, moaning as his rock-hard erection slid back and forth over her pussy. Her panties were wet. Raina’s whole body was hot. She felt desperate and needy.

Owen rolled off her drenched panties, stroking a teasing finger along her pussy lips as he went. Raina gasped as a bolt of electricity arced through her body, and involuntarily pushed herself against his finger. She felt her own inner lips clench around his finger, as needy as the rest of her.

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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Bearly Breathing

By Kim Fox

one

The cabin had to be perfect. Today was the day that the three girls from New York City were arriving and Connor was determined that the kayaking excursion wouldn’t get fucked up like last time.

He slid his finger along the top of the shelf behind the desk and inspected his fingertip. No dust. The clubhouse was spotless. He smiled in relief and looked around with his hands on his hips. Connor had done a great job in restoring the deserted cabin. During the year that he had been here, in the mountains of New Hampshire, he had purchased land on the Saco River, rebuilt a cabin complete with guest houses and started a retreat for kayakers called Brooke Excursions, which he quickly made into the number three kayaking excursion retreat in the area. There were only four in the area, but still.

He stepped out the front door onto the wooden porch and breathed in the crisp, mountain air. The cabin was secluded in the thick forest with the river only a stone’s throw away. Connor jumped down off the porch and made his way to the water.

The sun was rising and the birds were just starting to wake up. They sang to him as he came up to the river. The water level was higher than normal and moving fast. The park ranger had warned him about flash floods this time of year. He would have to keep an extra close eye on those city girls tomorrow.

Six kayaks were lined up perfectly on the bank of the river. The yellow and blue kayaks were shined, polished and looked like they were just taken off the racks of the factory. Connor nodded his head in approval.

He had woken up at 4:50, ten minutes before his alarm clock went off, sprung out of bed, cleaned the guest cabins, clubhouse, shined the kayaks and swept the pine needles off of the front porch. The place looked great.
Now I can have my coffee.

His inner bear grumbled inside him now that all of the chores were done and he was finally relaxed. Connor took a deep breath. His bear had been lonely lately and was starting to bother him with getting a mate. There had been no shortage of girls over the years for Connor. He was a charming, muscular and sexy werebear and the girls always came flocking in droves but here in the mountains there was nobody knocking on his door. He decided to put that part of his life away to focus on building his business but apparently his bear wasn’t on board.

A large crash clanged from the kitchen and Connor’s hand flew up to his chest. He sprinted back up the path with his heart racing. He flew through the entrance, sailed over the counter and burst through the kitchen doors.

The fridge had fallen over on its side with all of its contents spilled onto the floor. There was an enormous brown bear standing over it licking ketchup from the freezer door. Connor gasped and stared with his mouth wide open.

Sidney was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal wearing only a pair of boxers. “Grab the milk before he eats it,” he said, pointing with his spoon to the turned over milk carton on the floor. The spoon looked like a kid’s toy, wrapped in his massive hand. “I want another bowl.”

“What the hell?” Connor screamed with his hands on his head. “I just cleaned this. The girls will be here this afternoon!”

“Don’t worry boss,” Sidney said with his mouth full of cereal. “He’ll be done eating all of this in a few minutes.” Milk dripped down his broad chin and onto his enormous, hairy chest. Sidney was definitely the biggest werebear of the three of them.