Bunny and the Bear: A Shifter Romance Novella

by Cassandra Johnson

  Another low continuous rumble vibrated from his chest as his tongue explored her folds, splitting them with his thick pink muscle to taste her essence.

  Tiffany bit into her bottom lip softly, pulling the bud into her mouth to suckle faintly as her back arched involuntarily. Her fingers tangling in his hair, feeling his tongue tease that sensitive little jewel until it was swollen and taught, forcing a quick aching keen from her lips as her brows pinched tightly in pleasure as he brought his arm around her thigh and lifted it over his shoulder, lifting her up until his hands tightly groped her ass as his lips wrapped around her clitoris and sucked, pulling back on the tender nub. Tiffany squirmed, squeaking as her fingers in his hair tightened. Swallowing hard, his tongue took turns licking and sucking her lips before it slipped within them once more to lap at her sweet honey.

  Panting, her thighs began to tremble as they laid over his broad shoulders, her hips bucking as the tip of his tongue drug over her narrow slit. As if their minds were in sync together, she felt the tip of his oral instrument tease and tickle over the edge, flicking feverishly over her clit again before she felt his mouth open around her pussy, his tongue suddenly delving deep inside.

  Tiffany felt her eyes roll up into her skull as her back straightened, her chin quivering. She was on the cusp of orgasm, she’d felt such intense electricity shoot through her lower abdomen as she bucked against his mouth, the hands that held her ass circled her thighs, holding her in place as he lowered her back into the ground as his tongue thrust in and out of her narrow entrance until her nectar spilled on his tongue and flooded his mouth with her juices as a pitched cry stuck in her throat, her body riding the waves of ecstasy, the eager movements of her hips halted by his vice-like grasp though it hardly stopped her from trying.

  He didn’t stop until her body had stilled and the tiny hairs on her arms had begun to lay down once more. Carefully untwining himself from between her legs, his lips felt hotter than before as they traveled up her abdomen and to her breasts. His lips locked onto one of her nipples, twirling the peaked bud with his tongue while his teeth gently nipped and pulled, his free hand moving to her other breasts, squeezing and twisting her other nipple.

  She couldn’t imagine what she was thinking, her breathing was heavy as she opened her eyes, finding him staring at her face. As soon as their eyes met, his hand on her breast shot between her legs again, his fingers sliding inside of her one at a time until they were tightly filling her and she felt any resolution to stop this, cave instantly. Tiffany needed this, she didn’t know who this shifter was, only that she needed this release just as badly as she’d needed to shift in the first place.

  He was driving her to orgasm a second time as his thick calloused fingers curled up and teased her honey pot, whimpering tightly, her fingers clawed down his back, forcing a deep growl from his chest to vibrate from his lips to her nipple before he pulled back letting the bud snap back to its place.

  Stars exploded behind her eyes as she came, pushing her head back into the soft dirt as she clung to his body, his lips against her throat until she felt his teeth scathing the flesh. “I’m going to take you now.” He whispered huskily as he wrapped his arm beneath her lower back, lifting her up until suddenly she was sitting in his lap as he crouched, her toes burying themselves in the dirt as he brought his member to her drooling entrance and her eyes shot open.

  The thick mushroom head pressed against her wet slit, stretching slowly as he gently pushed, holding her body in one arm against his massive frame, Tiffany felt a slight popping sensation as the head of his cock entered her.

  “So tight.” His breath was warm against her throat as inch by slow inch opened her, causing the delicate pink flesh to turn a brighter pink under the strain of taking his oh so large and engorged slab of meat. Gasping, Tiffany bit into her lip, tasting copper on her tongue as he filled her, her slender walls contracting and squeezing around the thickest part of his shaft as he rested inside her. “Can you handle it, baby?” Those hands ran up her back, gently, lovingly until they found her hand, stroking the long dark locks that were a blend of reddish-brown highlights and dark brown. Cupping her head, he tipped her face towards his as his lips claimed hers and Tiffany inhaled deeply with a low moan as she did her best to nod her head up and down, yes.

  Kissing him deeply, Tiffany wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his hands clasped her ass, lifting her up to his cock, feeling the head of his cock nearly slip out before he let her drop back down. Moaning slowly he broke their kiss, looking into her honeyed brown eyes as she adjusted her position so that her legs were in control, riding his cock she watched as he closed his eyes, a groan of sheer bliss bubbling up from his throat, the sound of their bodies meeting causing a clapping noise to echo in the trees. Her ample breasts began a gentle sway before he tipped the scales, sitting back as he grabbed her ankles and lifted them from the ground, his cock jackhammering in and out of her little cunt like a piston!

  Tiffany’s nails dug into his shoulder blades, as he fucked her, a cry straining in her throat as she looked up at the sky, practically exploding around his throbbing meat as she came, her juices squirting out, forcing his cock from its sleeve just as a stream of pearlescent cum shot from the head of his dick. His ridged hardness bobbing as he placed her on the ground again, turning her around onto all fours.

  His chest rising and falling rapidly as he stuffed himself inside of her again, gripping her hips hard enough to create little crescent-shaped nail marks on them as he rutted her like a bitch in heat, emptying his balls deep inside of her before he collapsed over her, supporting his weight over Tiffany with one arm, his lips and teeth biting down her spine before large canines pierced the flesh at the back of her neck.

  Tiffany whined sharply, surprised by the sudden bite of pain in her neck, but before she could fully react, he turned her over, kissing her lips. “Sorry… I got a little carried away, baby.” He murmured against her lips.

  The apology caused her to sigh gently before she nodded. “I forgive you,” Tiffany whispered, tasting his tongue when it set out to greet her. “Again, please?” Shifting somewhat as she spreads her legs around him, her thighs brushing the muscles at the side of his torso.

  Trailing the tips of her short-clipped nails along his arms, she thought that she could see some sort of tattoos on them, or perhaps they were scars, along his forearms, and then one of his shoulders. She knew why she hadn’t noticed them before, but he was answering her by nudging his nose against hers, bringing one of her thighs up higher as he slipped inside her again, this time, was different, slower, less urgent as he filled her fully, gliding in and out at a strong but gentle thrust.

  His hands cupped her face though as she felt him, she could tell one hand could have easily made a fist as big as her face. He really was a bear of a man. The thought itself caused a faint giggle to erupt from her lips, making his brow arch somewhat as he looked at her a moment.

  “Is my cock funny, baby girl?” His voice alone was smoldering, it made her insides quake as he placed his weight on his elbow, and bucked a little harder this time, awaiting her answer.

  “No,” She replied, a small grunt issued as she smiled up at him then. “I was just thinking… what a bear you are.” Tiffany admitted, the corner of her lip caught between her teeth as he continued to buck into her, humming in exquisite bliss.

  Her revelation seemed to please him because he smiled down at her, feeling her walls tighten and quiver around his cock before he kissed her ear. “Come for me, darlin’.”

  Tiffany lost count of how many times in one night he brought her to ecstasy, but she fell asleep in his arms, not knowing how many hours passed until her eyes slipped open. Disoriented and sore from her nocturnal activities with the stranger who she saw, was now gone. She didn’t know what she expected. He’d only given her the best sex of her life, maybe he could have stuck around to take her out to breakfast?

  As bizarre as it was –she couldn’t believe that she�
��d slept with someone she didn’t even know, but she couldn’t seem to make herself regret it. Turning, her clothes and shoes were folded neatly and sat beside her, he must’ve found her car and brought them back to her.

  The sun was already beginning to rise, golden streaks filtering in through the leaves and trees, smiling as she slowly stood up, noticing the tenderness between her legs and the faint bruises on her hips and thighs as she put clothes on.

  “I guess chivalry isn’t dead,” Tiffany said with a little chuckle, feeling as happy as she could remember in a very long time.

  3.

  Zeke didn’t know what the fuck he thought he was doing. At first, yeah, he was going to eat that rabbit before he caught her scent and realized that she was another shifter just like him, but when she shifted, he only intended to tell her that she was safe. To, enjoy her night. There was more than plenty room for the bears and however many rabbits there were out that night. But, when she fell and he caught her scent, she was intoxicating, and he couldn’t stop himself. But the girl didn’t stop him either. If anything, she acted as if it was something that she needed, possibly more so than he did.

  He realized that he’d fucked her, and he didn’t even know her name. He didn’t know who she was or if she was claimed by anyone, he just took her, right there in the dirt. She felt so fucking good wrapped around his cock. Like she was made for him.

  Zeke saw the scars on her legs, obviously, the girl had some issues, he was concerned for her –she twisted her ankle. But, those marks on her body spoke of someone who felt alone, someone who was suffering. He wanted to make her feel like there was someone who cared, someone who would be there when she needed them, shit –fuck! And then he left her there, all curled up like the little bunny she was, sleeping so soundly on his chest, until his balls shriveled up and he ran for it. When Zeke found her car near the clearing, he figured that the least he could do was at least bring back her clothes. Fucking fuck! And now, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, the sound of her moans when he stretched her sweet little cunt around his dick, her scent, the silken touch of her skin against his. It was all replaying inside his head day and night, and he had no idea who she was or were in the state there happened to be a pack of rabbit shifters. They had to be close by, otherwise, where would she have come from?

  Tossing the thin sheet that covered his naked body off, Zeke sat up on the side of the bed as he picked up the flip phone plugged into its charger on the rickety nightstand. It was a little after six in the morning. Obviously, the pack had heard them, they weren’t quiet about what they were doing, so now, he was open to their ribbing –albeit good-natured, the Alpha didn’t appreciate it. Not when he didn’t know if he would ever see her again.

  Grabbing his jeans, he pulled them on his legs and yanked the zipper up quickly, leaving them unbuttoned as he walked through the small cabin. Zeke was thirty-three by the time he put the final nail in the boards, now at thirty-seven he looked around and saw how empty it was. How empty his own life was. It didn’t lack excitement, but –there was no one there to share this place with him.

  Turning on the coffee pot, he looked inside the fridge, grabbing the milk –the icebox was practically empty. While those who lived in town got to enjoy the luxury of having groceries delivered, he and the rest of the pack of bears didn’t. For reasons.

  Marijuana for medical use was legal in the state of Virginia, but the remaining purposes –well, Zeke could grow it, but he wasn’t supposed to sell it. Having people come out to his place was a little –unwanted. The bears regularly roamed the forests at night, occasionally someone wandered onto the farm, but they never got far. Either himself or his boys took care of anyone who thought they could use their illegal activities to blackmail them or those who thought they could be rolled over. Sometimes, things just worked out.

  Zeke needed to get his head out of his ass and start taking care of business, it was time to bring in the crops and start breaking it down to their sellers –he also needed to get some groceries but he could probably pawn that off on one of the groupies. Zeke didn’t spend many nights with the women that hung around the pack, some of them were even human and they knew what they were, they were good allies to the pack, but he just wasn’t interested in them. He wasn’t interested in sticking his dick in anything he knew several of his brothers had already railed ten times.

  4.

  “Someone has been in a good mood,” Ryland smiled as he leaned over the counter of customer service as Tiffany was taking her last break of the day. That meant there were only two more hours left on her shift and that tomorrow would be her day off.

  “I guess I’m just having a good day.” Tiffany smiled as she passed up her soda to be scanned, digging her debit card out of her pocket.

  “Uh-huh.” He said with a knowing smile. “Tiffany, I know when a girl is happy for a certain reason and the past two weeks you have been floating on cloud nine. What is his name.” Ryland demanded, punching buttons on the screen, then using a rubber hand to attach the receipt her drink.

  “Honestly, I do not know what you are talking about.” Tiffany felt her cheeks redden as she put her card away and grabbed her drink, hurrying away before Ryland could get any more information from her. Has there really been a noticeable difference in her personality since well –that night with the bear? She really shouldn’t have kept referring to him that way, it made it sound like she’d had a one-night stand with an actual animal –which was cringe-worthy and disturbing, but she couldn’t help it. Besides, Tiffany knew what she meant and that was all that mattered.

  Either way, since that night, she’d felt like she was floating in the strangest way. Even her coworkers had noticed it, much like Ryland. Coral from seafood had asked her if she changed her hair, but nope. Tiffany was the same, but she just –felt different.

  Maybe it was that she had shifted, let some of that tension just drain out of her muscles, or maybe it was the mind-blowing sex she had. Whatever it was, Tiffany didn’t care. Escaping the store to her dark car, she sat behind the wheel, fumbling with a pack of cigarettes she lit one and leaned back, opening her drink and taking a quick slug. It was cooler this evening, therefore there seemed to be more people out and about, the heat wasn’t as oppressing as it had been the past two weeks. Tiffany didn’t even need to crank her car and turn on the A/C, instead she just rolled down the window, and closed her eyes, smoking as she let the breeze wash over her.

  She wished that she could see him again, see-see him. In the dark of the forest, there wasn’t much that she could make out of his face and body except for touch and that told her quite a bit, but still, it was different. Tiffany wanted to truly look at him, talk to him, what was his name? What did he do for a living, did he know any other were’s besides bears, why did he… want her that night? Why had his presence, once she knew he wasn’t going to hurt her put her completely at ease?

  Reaching into her apron pocket for a piece of gum, she found something slender and rectangular. Pulling it out, it was Margaret’s card. Smiling, she pressed her lips together gently. Tomorrow was her day off, maybe she would stop in the bondsman's office and see her. Having other interests didn’t mean that she had to quit the job she currently had. Smiling, so many good things had happened to her that night, maybe Margaret was one of them as well. Tiffany hoped that she remembered her.

  It was all hands on deck at the registers as a steady stream of customers passed through the store for the next two hours, making the time fly until Tiffany was clocking out and headed to her car for the evening. She was in the mood for food, real food, like steak and potatoes and a great big bowl of ice cream. Yes, ice cream sounded amazing. With cherries and chocolate sauce and whip cream. Oh, yes. She was going to treat herself tonight.

  5.

  On any given night, Sin Titty was the place men wanted to be, Zeke was proud of it, originally the business was a cover for their other illegal activities, but within a month, the business turned into one that was
actually generating more money every month than the back door business. Zeke banked hundreds of thousands of dollars a year and the money was critical at times to keep his best guys out of jail, he could afford the lawyers, but he also grew up dirt poor and just because he had money, he didn’t spend it. Perhaps, it was a product of being raised by a single mother who worked two jobs just to make the rent and luxuries like soft toilet paper weren’t high up on the list of priorities.

  Scrubbing his hand over his stubble covered cheeks staring at the man seated in front of him. Joshua Rostkincowski managed the club and Zeke paid him well to keep his mouth shut about what was going on behind the closed staff-only doors. Josh wasn’t a bad guy, but things had easily gotten away from him. He wasn’t a muscle guy. He was –soft.

  “I paid five thousand dollars to bail his ass out of jail and you are telling me that he hasn’t checked in since then?” Zeke’s voice was low and deadly as he took in the pale complexion of the man fidgeting in his chair. “And I wasn’t the first person you called?” He added.

  “I thought he would turn up,” Josh stammered after a second.

  “You thought. You, THOUGHT, Josh. Your thoughts don’t count for SHIT when it comes to MY money and MY business.” Zeke snarled. “You find his ass and you get him back here tomorrow! Do you understand? Or else your cousin isn’t going to be the only missing person in Salem, Virginia. You got that?”

  Josh nodded up and down quickly. Zeke could smell his fear, the man knew what he was, and he also knew that when people disappeared around here, there were very few human suspects on the list and those bodies were never found.

  He wouldn’t go into the fact that Zeke repeatedly told him that it wasn’t a good idea to involve his no-good cousin in the business, but Josh vouched for him and for the last six years, Josh had been a stand-up guy. He handled things in the club very well, he made sure that the girls were taken care of and if a problem came up, Zeke or one of his brothers were the first to get the call to take care of someone who was bothering one of the dancers. But Josh had really let the ball drop on this one. Zeke knew better than to trust a fucking junkie, but Josh swore that Mel was well in hand. He’d gone through rehab a few years ago and had been clean ever since, but considering he was an ex-con he was having trouble finding work. Zeke felt for him, so, he hired Mel on as a security guard initially until Josh posed the suggestion that rather than have Mel on the floor around the alcohol, he might be better suited as a transportation guy instead. Getting things from one location to another, that was it. That was all he had to do was drive from one place to another and make the drop and he’d be paid. It had worked out for the last year, but now, Mel had gotten himself into a bit of trouble. He came in the club four nights ago, throwing money at the girls, got drunk off his ass and went speeding through a small-town bobbing and weaving like Muhammad Ali. Mel got a DUI and Zeke bailed him out. Mel was supposed to take a truck with twenty-five thousand dollars’ worth of product from Salem to Scottsville the next day –Mel and the truck were nowhere to be found. It didn’t take a fucking genius to figure out what happened.