TAKING ON FOUR SHIFTERS (Steamy Werebear Shifter BBW FMMMM Menage Romance)

TAKING ON FOUR SHIFTERS

By Willow Wilde

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TAKING ON FOUR SHIFTERS

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TAKING ON FOUR SHIFTERS

M
y anticipation turned to surprise when I saw Mark’s jeep in the driveway.
He’s not supposed to be back home yet!
I checked my wristwatch, and the hand was on its slow, speedy turn. It was still half past one…
way
too early for him to be here, not with his job and all.
How am I supposed to get the surprise ready for his birthday if he’s ALREADY here?

Confusion dictating my thoughts, I parked myself beside the bright red jeep. Quietly nestling the door shut, I scampered up to the front door and slowly, silently let myself inside.

Meekly setting my keyring on its hook by the door, I crept around the bottom floor of the house. The place was absolutely silent, and the only sign I saw of him was his own set of keys, dropped onto a bundled newspaper on the kitchen table.
Where the hell IS he?
I thought to myself as I peered around corners and peered into rooms. Even his downstairs office was untouched.

Maybe he’s just upstairs, using the restroom.

Slinking with painstakingly careful footsteps, I crept up the stairs.
Fred must have given him a half-day today,
I thought to myself.
Typical. What am I going to do NOW?

I was already thinking on my feet, improvising the surprise I was going to prepare for him tonight, when I heard it. Near the top of the stairs, just down the hallway, our bedroom door was ajar. The sounds were unmistakable, but I had to see it for myself. Every footstep towards that door, my stomach churned harder and my head grew fainter…

Just outside the door, I peered into the room. The door was only open a crack, but I saw him, sprawled out on the bed with…

Tammy?!

My best friend, the maid of honor, was riding cowgirl on my fiancé. Undulating her hips against his, I couldn’t see his face but recognized those long, gangly, hairy legs anywhere. Her black hair rolled midway down her back, bouncing along with her body as she fucked him. Leaning over towards him, her palms must have been against his chest, and I could hear their moaning as they ruined my impending marriage.

I thought I was going to faint.

Clutching a hand to my face, I whimpered lightly, taking a step out of sight of the door. They hadn’t seen or heard me, and continued to fuck with abandon as I slumped against the wall and fought back my tears. I can remember myself thinking:
we’re supposed to be wed in TWO WEEKS. The fucking bachelor party is NEXT WEEKEND.
I expected him to get a few lap dances from a stripper, maybe get a little tease while with the guys…but this…

And it was
her.
Tammy and I had known each other since
third grade.
She had been a major part of my life for the better part of fifteen years, and for her to betray me like this…

My brain started to reel as I pulled myself free from the wall and maneuvered back towards the stairs. I played the sight through my head over and over, still hearing the faint noises of their sex as I crept back down towards the foyer. I wondered to myself how long they had been doing this — was it just now? Just a filthy little birthday sex, fresh from a tighter body that wasn’t mine?

I looked down at myself as I quietly wandered back downstairs. My confidence was shattered. All through school, I’d consoled myself that I was a
real
woman, that the boys were just that — boys. That they didn’t appreciate my curves, look past my generous weight to see my kind spirit. It didn’t help that I never put out, but I had been clear up front on that with the few boyfriends I’d had.
Only after the wedding,
I told them. They were warm and understanding to the idea at
first
, but after the first few months passed by…

It was always the same. They’d grow too impatient, or try to force me to do something I wasn’t willing to do. And it always ended the same way, too. Me, heartbroken and putting the pieces back together, knowing that they were already giving the shaft to the first slut they saw. The skinnier girls were
always
putting out, eager for the attention. But I was stronger than that. I had standards. Morals.

And those morals had gotten me here. To come home, ready to put the final touches on a gift I had planned for weeks…only to find that this time, my man hadn’t bothered with the
breaking up
part, but chose to let me find out the hard and devastating way.

CREAK.

I froze for a split second, then bolted down the last couple of stairs. I had skipped the faulty stair on my way up, but while I was lost in thought it had
completely
slipped my mind. As I heard a
thump
from upstairs and a door fly open, I thought quickly and sidestepped to snatch his keys off of the newspaper. I could hear murmuring from upstairs, and it sounded like a slight argument. They forgot how thin the walls were to this house.

“Honey?” I heard from upstairs. “Honey, are you down there?”

I couldn’t manage even a squeak without bawling, so I darted back to the front door, grabbed my own keys off of the front door, and slammed it shut behind me. I already had my main key in my quivering fingers and locked it behind myself, just in case they went back to their sex and someone wandered in to steal something, then hopped back into my car. I heard thumping down the stairs as I started the ignition, glanced over my shoulder to check for oncoming vehicles, and whipped out of the driveway as I hit the power button to roll down my driver’s side window.

Tammy flew out the door, dressed in a haphazard array of mixed clothing. One of his long-sleeved sweaters covered her chest while she had a pair of her high-cut shorts on beneath it — for a moment, it looked like it was just the sweater altogether. Her arms were flailing, and she was trying to wave me down.

“Wait! Mandy!
STOP!
” I could see that she was crying as she darted out to the driveway, but I whipped the car around the other way, tossing his keyring out the window. Just before I peeled off and left the traitors to the rest of their afternoon, I watched with some smug satisfaction as it slipped down the run-off drain, disappearing beneath the street.

*              *              *              *

I seemed to subconsciously know where I was going long before I consciously did. While I tried to calm myself down and begin to think rationally, I would snap out of it to find myself driving towards the interstate, or passing up familiar exits several towns over from home. Wiping my tears free, I wondered what was going to happen now, and what I would do to clear things up with the guests. Plane tickets had already been bought. Both families were counting down the days until the big day. The date had been saved for months.

But I knew it would be best to figure these things out later. For now…I wasn’t so sure about now. Yet, I felt like it was going to work itself out,
somehow.
I just didn’t know what I was going to tell them.

It was only when I saw the exit for Checker’s Grove that I realized where I was going. The small, quaint forest town was known in these parts for being a hotbed for shifter activity. They had originally been in the woods, protecting the simple townsfolk from threats within — once or twice a backwoods gang had tried to move in, and occasionally there was a kidnapping or a murder, although justice always seemed to be dealt in the end. A place like that always seemed to attract some weird stuff, but nobody seemed to grasp the reality of the situation until the shifters came out in the open, a few years back. All over the world, they had been living right under our noses, but as technology had advanced and their forests had been whittled away, they had felt the need to come out from the woodworks, so to speak.

And as it turned out, one of the areas where shifters had propagated was the quiet, little town of Checker’s Grove, less than an hour from where I lived.

As their kind had assimilated into the public’s eye, not without its complications of course, one of the major traits known was their penchant for filthy, amazing sex. It was a bit taboo to speak about freely, but everyone knew that shifters were a mating bunch, and that they lived and died by pack mentality. The alpha male led his small flock of werebears, werewolves, whatever you had, and usually he was the biggest, meanest,
sexiest
of the bunch.

I knew why I was driving to Checker’s Grove. I knew why I was pulling up to Ursula’s, the rebranded shifter bar smack on the edge of town, near the woods. As I walked through the door, wiping my last few tears and scanning the room, I knew exactly what I was doing. As the gruff shifter male made eye contact with me, leant over the pool table and preparing to win the game with a precision shot, he knew too.

Because I was there to forget.

And the quickest way was to gang-bang a pack of hot werebears.

*              *              *              *

The shifter introduced himself to me after securing the victory. Punching fists with his competitor, a slightly shorter but still handsome specimen that soon joined the other two seated members of their pack, he turned to me with his piercing green eyes. Anyone can wear colored contacts, but the way that they glowed, and the intensity at which they scrutinized, matched the visual calling card of the human-formed shifter. His strong, broad shoulders, thick beard, and rippled biceps equally matched the descriptions I’d heard.

“Joshua,” he spoke, taking my hand and kissing it lightly. “And who might you be?”

“My name’s Mandy,” I told him.

“And what brings you to Ursula’s?” He asked politely, his gaze dragging over to the bartender. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her nodding, then pulling away with a laugh from a customer to pour some drinks.

“It’s been a bad day, and I’m just looking for a good time.”

“A bad day…” he wistfully repeated, rubbing the cue cube along the tip of his billiards stick. “There are plenty of bad days. Surely you can find a…less dangerous way of remedying your circumstances. After all, a shifter bar might not be the place for you, not with your…generous features…” His gaze flowed over my curves. That was the other thing I knew about shifters — they
loved
curves on their women.

“Well, I came home to surprise my fiancé for his birthday, but it turned out that my best friend did the work for me. I caught them fucking in my bed.”

The alpha male froze, and his pack turned to face me with a mixture of collective pain and interest. “That is…inexcusable,” he gruffly responded, handing his instruments to the closest shifter. “When a man promises a woman, he must always stick to his word. Such things are sacred, to be mated for life.”

“I agree. And he’s broken my heart.”

Joshua took the two tumblers from the waitress who peeked up beside us, a tray of liquor glasses held on her palm. As he handed me one, the alpha shifter nodded politely to her, and she gave me a large, sincere smile as she scampered off to booze up another pool table of patrons.

“I see,” he replied. “And in your broken heart, you have come to this place to seek…retribution? Vengeance, perhaps? He broke the customs, and so you are to break them as well?” His green retinas eyed me suspiciously as he chucked back half of his glass.

“It’s more than that…I’m untouched. I’ve waited my entire life to be properly seduced, and now, just weeks before our wedding…he’s ruined everything. If he can’t be a
real man
, then I don’t think he deserves to be the one to take me first. I think I should make sure a
real man
does it first.” Summoning up every ounce of seduction I had, I gave him a sly, wicked smile. “Do you know where I might find one of those?”

The pack was
definitely
watching me now, and I could see the hunger in their eyes. Joshua himself was paused, searching my gaze with his own. As if by something supernatural (and let’s face it, it’s not like that was out of the question here), it felt like he was peering
into me
, searching into my very soul for my intentions. Judging, perhaps. It was almost a physical sensation, and I shivered as he tilted his head, then blinked, pulling back with a smile.