Into Their Woods

by Beckett Riley

  Into Their Woods

  A Shifter Romance

  BECKETT RILEY

  Into Their Woods: A Shifter Romance

  By Beckett Riley

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  Copyright © 2018 Beckett Riley. All rights reserved.

  E-book Publication 2020

  Cover Art by Shashika

  Interior Formatting by Mwaqash

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  The characters in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  The Bears

  Brodie

  My brothers and I each grabbed a deer carcass from the bed of the pickup truck and walked over to the shack at the side of the cabin. We’d have enough meat to last the whole winter, so today should’ve been a good fucking day, but there was something else eating away at us. “Better get to it, fucker,” I said to Finn with a smirk, dropping a carcass onto the stack for him to dress.

  “Fuck you,” spat my little brother.

  By little, I mean youngest of the pack because he was built like a fucking boulder. We all were. I was the oldest and tallest, biggest cock, too, but my brothers would go to their graves before ever admitting it. We’ve lived in the woods our entire lives and for years searched for mates, but to no avail. After last season, our frustration reached fever pitch. Here we were, mate-less thirty-something-year-old bear shifters. The only thing that gets me through the shit show that’s winter is the thought that I’ll find her. The one. My one. She’s all I think about, and even though I’ve never even met her, I love her. I have dreamed of her, though. I’ve never told my brothers because the jokes would never end. But I have. She has dark auburn hair and milky white skin I can almost taste. And don’t get me started on her tits. Jesus fucking Christ. Just thinking about them bouncing while I fuck her makes me hard. I could practically feel my bear trying to claw itself out. When I find her, I’m gonna bury my cock deep inside her tight little pussy and fill her with my seed. There’s something else. In my last dream, she was kneeling over a cracked mirror. She looked so fucking sad as she tried to put the pieces back together—it broke my heart. I woke up the next morning and decided I’d make her the biggest and prettiest fucking mirror I could. I took all the panels I could buy in the nearest town and mounted them along the wall in my room. I’ve been carving the wooden border by hand for months.

  ~*~

  Lucas

  I heard the string of profanities coming from Finn as I made my way into our cabin. He was pissed off. We all were. Another winter with no mates. I headed toward the bathroom and tried to calm down. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe—fuck off. I wanted my mate, and I wanted her now. I stared into the mirror, and a deep growl rose through my chest. I could feel the fangs starting to protrude just thinking about her. I’d never tell my brothers because they’d call me a pussy, but I’ve seen her. In my dreams. Fuck, she’s beautiful. I just call her Red because of her hair. It’s long and probably smells like fucking heaven. Oh yeah, she has the most exquisite body I’ve ever seen. I can almost feel her long beautiful legs wrapped around me while I push my cock into her sweet little cunt. And her tits? Fuuck. My bear clawed his way out to the surface, and I let out a growl, my hands gripping the rim of the sink until I thought I would break the porcelain. Trying to regain control, I stormed out of the bathroom and headed out the door toward the forest to calm down. I saw Brodie out of the corner of my eye, but he knew better than to speak to me. I could go into my room and work on my secret project, but when I get this worked up, letting my bear out is best. Oh yeah, my secret project. When I mentioned her gorgeous, fucking legs wrapped around my waist, she was wearing ballet shoes. The pink ribbony kind. So I thought it’d be a nice welcome-home gift if I made her a pair from scratch. Like it’s hard… all you need is some fucking leather, burlap, and satin. Yeah, it’s fucking gay. If my brothers caught whiff of that, I’d never hear the end of it.

  ~*~

  Finn

  I skinned the last deer's carcass when I heard the front door to the cabin swing open and slam shut. Lucas was working through his mood swing the only way he knew how. “Don’t be out too long! We got a long day of wood-chopping tomorrow!” I yelled out, knowing full well I’d get a growl in return or a “fuck off” if I was lucky. I watched him leave a trail of clothes leading from the house toward the treeline as he stripped down and shifted just before disappearing into the thick forest. We all had our own ways of coping. I think of it this way: our only mission in life is to find a mate, so the way I see it is that you have to work hard for what you want. It makes you appreciate it even more when it finally does happen. And it will. We will get our mates. It’s what we’ve been preparing for. Our entire lives have revolved around getting ready for it. We even built a cabin large enough so we can all live together under one roof. I finished dressing the deer and put the last cut of steak into the homemade smoker and thought of her. I dreamed about her last night. Again. My mate. She was making love to me. Her long, dark red curls cascaded down her porcelain skin. Her breasts bounced as she rode me. It took all my will not to let my bear surface. Seeing her hard, pink nipples peeking from under the curtain of silky hair sent me over the edge. I sat up and kissed her breasts, sucking on each nipple until it popped out of my mouth. I could practically taste it. I watched her angelic face as she came and cried my name, and I noticed the freckles peppered over her rosy cheeks. I always discovered something new whenever I dreamed of her. My beautiful mate. She lay in my arms, breathing heavily, and asked me how the barre was coming along.

  Chapter Two

  The Ballerina

  Kat

  I stared at the pointe shoes on my feet. Incredible how one tangible item can contribute to some of the best memories in your life and also be the root of your greatest failure. I wrapped the delicate ribbons around my ankles and felt some familiar cramps. Ugh, I was getting my period. Great timing. I looked up and saw my reflection in the cracked mirror. Fucking morons. The delivery guys manhandled the mirror when they mounted it to the wooden wall inside the cabin. It had taken forever to have it delivered here. I was so far up the mountain a return or exchange wasn’t really an option. I ended up gluing some pieces directly onto the wall. How sad. It was—is—a shit hole, but now it’s my shit hole. A work in progress as many new homeowners in over their heads would say. No matter, I was doing my very best to make it mine, but this turned out to be harder than I ever imagined. Fuck those home renovating whores on HGTV. But I didn’t have much of a choice. I sold everything and came here to live permanently, maybe teach dance at the nearest school. I don’t know; I haven’t thought that far ahead. I just want a fresh start. Look, I always knew I would never make principal dancer. I was never the right body type. By right body type I mean waif-thin and flat-chested. I have big tits, and I like food. That didn’t stop me from strapping down the girls and skipping a meal or two. I loved to dance until I didn’t. That time didn’t come until grandma died. She raised me and spent her life sacrificing everything for me, always reminding me to love life. It dawned on me after her passing that I wasn’t. I stood in front of the barre and started my carefree warm-up. I was in plié when I noticed my cold breath was visible; I knew I needed to stop and get wo
od from outside for the fireplace before the sun set. As I stepped onto the porch, I had an urge to explore. Why not? I put on my hiking boots and went off. About thirty minutes into my adventure, I came across a beautiful stream. The water flowing over the stones was a heavenly sound. I kept walking along the edge, mesmerized. It wasn’t until I heard a growl in the distance that I realized how far from my cabin I was. The sun was setting too. Shit. The growling got closer, and I frantically looked around for a branch or something I could use as a weapon when I noticed smoke rising not that far away. A chimney. Not wanting to run, I hustled toward the cabin. When I heard leaves rustling just a few feet away, I reluctantly turned and saw a wolf. By the time we made eye contact, it was already careening toward me. I barely had time to scream when out of the blue a massive bear charged its way between the wolf and me, blocking the attack. I tripped into the stream and barely registered the freezing water as I got up and ran. I could have sworn I heard more bears growling, but the horrific sounds coming from the wolf being mauled were loudest. I sobbed as I ran for my life, too frightened to look back. I reached the large cabin and ran up the porch steps, pounding on the front door. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, I grabbed the door handle, and to my surprise, it was unlocked. I went inside and pressed my back up against the door, sliding down until I was seated on the floor trying to collect myself. I finally stood up, legs wobbly and jittery from the shock and cold. I made my way inside and was hit with a warmth that enveloped me completely. The fireplace was lit, but it was more than that—everything in the cabin felt so welcoming. It felt like a true home. I entered the living room and sat in one of the huge tufted leather chairs, taking my boots off to dry near the fire. The people living here must be woodworkers or furniture makers... and large. Everything seemed homemade and oversized. My curiosity was piqued, and I ventured into the strangers’ home, taking in the cozy dwelling. The kitchen had a huge refrigerator, and there was a pot of soup on the stove. It was still warm. I thought of grabbing a bowl, but how rude would that be? I’d already broken into these people’s home. I wasn’t about to eat their food too. The adrenaline from the wolf attack wore off, and I felt the weight of the night hanging over me. I felt like I was in a daze as I headed toward the bedrooms. There were three of them. I passed the first one and saw a beautifully carved sleigh bed. My curiosity nagged at me once again, and I went in for a closer look. The intricate carvings were unlike anything I’d ever seen before. It gave it the appearance that it was sitting on a bed of vines. It was a work of art. I backed away slowly and continued down the long hallway, stopping at the second door, which had an equally beautiful bed frame. This one was a canopy bed, and the posts were carved into tree trunks with carved leaves at the top. When I reached the last room, my mouth dropped. The bed frame was another canopy-style but with carved flowers and leafy vines that appeared hand painted. I don’t know if the events of the night had anything to do with it, but I was overcome with emotion. I felt at home, and as crazy as it sounds, I never wanted to leave the place. It felt secure, it felt like home. My exhaustion got the better of me, and I lay on the huge bed of flowers. The last thing I remember before passing out were the bears. I was certain there had been more than one.

  Chapter Three

  Brodie

  I was chopping wood and sweating like a motherfucker when the scent hit me. It appeared out of thin air, but it felt like it had always been a part of me. I had never smelled or experienced anything like it before. It was her. My mate. I dropped the ax and grabbed my plaid shirt. I was going to find her. She was so close I could taste her blood. Yes, my mate was in heat. It was like tiny bolts of lightning going through my dick. I let out a growl, and my bear surfaced. I could feel the claws forcing their way out when I heard Finn growl too.

  ~*~

  Finn

  It must’ve hit Brodie first, since he was closest to the treeline. When her intoxicating scent made its way through my nostrils, time stopped. All these years we thought we were searching for a mate each, but it turned out that she was meant to be ours. And she would be ours, forever. The more strongly her scent permeated the forest, the harder it was to control my bear.

  ~*~

  Lucas

  I was behind the cabin working on the truck engine when I heard Brodie’s growling followed by Finn’s. Before I could question what they were up to, it hit me. I found her. We found her. I was almost relieved that we would have the same mate. I loved my brothers; we shared everything, so it made perfect sense. My instinct took over, and I charged through the house and out the door to find her and bring her home. God, I could practically taste her sweet pussy.

  Chapter Four

  Brodie

  We stopped about fifty yards from the small cabin with the big window and saw her. We were still in human form—barely. She was a ballerina. Fuck. Now it made sense. We watched her in awe as she gracefully danced on her tippy toes. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

  “What do we do?” asked Finn.

  “Should we just go in and get her?” said Lucas.

  I reluctantly shifted my gaze from her to give my brothers an eye roll. “Are you out of your fucking mind? We can’t just storm in—she’s human, she’ll be terrified.” I turned to look at her again and shook my head. “I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.” We continued to watch her from a distance. Jesus, she was fucking gorgeous. She was wearing those tight stretchy pants and a strappy top. Her tits were unreal. Suddenly Lucas’ idea didn’t seem so bad. When she came outside and I got a closer look, I thought my heart (and my dick) would explode. Finn, Lucas, and I quietly followed her as she walked toward the stream. She must be from the city because no one in their right mind would venture out this late into the forest. That’s all right, she had us to watch over her and take care of her. Protect her from anything that might want to hurt her, like that fucking wolf I was about to rip apart.

  ~*~

  Lucas

  We followed our mate’s scent after we finished off that wolf, poor fucker. When we reached our cabin, we all looked at each other. Now this is fucking fate. She was in our house, waiting for us. We opened the front door, and her scent assaulted me. My bear growled, itching to storm in and ram my big cock into her beautiful little cunt. We slowly approached Brodie’s room and pushed open the door.

  ~*~

  Finn

  We stood by the foot of the bed and watched our mate sleeping peacefully under the covers in Brodie’s bed. It would’ve been nice if she had been in mine, but no matter, she would be soon enough. I looked over at Lucas; he was barely keeping it together. His claws and fangs were starting to show. “Calm down, brother. You don’t want to scare her.” Lucas nodded and when I turned to look at our mate, she was wide awake and staring at us.

  Kat

  I woke up to a growling sound and was shocked to see the three largest men I had ever seen before. They were all well over six feet tall with muscular bodies. They were huge. I should have been scared, but something in their eyes told me they would not harm me.

  “Are you frightened?” asked the tallest one, his voice deep and husky. It gave me goosebumps. Under a few days’ worth of beard was the most ruggedly beautiful man I had ever met in my life. All three were gorgeous in their own way. I could only shake my head no, and he gave me a tender smile. I could feel the crimson in my cheeks, and I don’t know why, but my eyes watered. Nix that. I know exactly why they watered; I felt a sense of security that I had never felt before. I felt like I had found a home. I never wanted to leave this place, and as insane as it sounds, I wanted to be with all three of them. They looked concerned at seeing me cry, and the tallest one walked over and sat down next to me.

  “Why are you crying, love?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” I whispered. “I got... I am lost.” All three had a reaction when I spoke. One of them let out a deep growl. It reminded me of the bear from earlier.

  Chapter Five

  Brodie<
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  “Calm down, Lucas,” I barked at my brother. Who can blame him though? She had the sweetest voice. Just thinking about her crying out my name when I fuck her almost sent me over the edge. She and my gaze when a tear spilled out of her eye. In that instant, I knew she knew. She was ours. I wiped the tear away and caressed her cheek. “What’s your name, love?”

  “Kat.”

  “I’m Brodie; this is Lucas and Finn,” I told her, still cupping her cheek. “And you’re not lost anymore. We’ve been brought together for a reason, Kat. You can feel that, right?” She nodded. Fuck, she was even more breathtaking than in my dreams. “You don’t have to worry about anything ever again. My brothers and I belong to you. And you belong to us. Our only purpose in life is to take care of you.”

  “You’re not human,” she stated.

  I shook my head no and saw a light flicker in her eyes. Her pheromones went into overdrive. I could smell it. We all did. Knowing we weren’t regular men turned her on. She put her hand over mine as if sensing my pain. Fuck. Of all three of us, I had the most control over my bear, but I was struggling to keep him in check. For the first time in my life, I felt weak. I was in love. Schoolboy, ridiculous, monster crush in love. Her touch calmed me down, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted to claim her pussy and fill it with my seed until she gave me a baby. Correction, I was going to claim her pussy and fill it with my seed.

  ~*~

  Lucas

  I still can’t believe my mate is here, and god, she is fucking hot. I almost lost it when she let the sheet drop. She has the juiciest tits I’ve ever seen. I needed to see them in all their glory and suck on them. I sat next to her, opposite Brodie, and she smiled shyly. “You’re beautiful when you blush, love,” I said before running my hand through her hair. “You’re also very shy. You need not be. You can be yourself with us. Let out the beast inside you.” I knew I’d get that beast to come out very shortly, and I knew it would be fucking epic. “We’re going to run you a bath and get you cleaned up, okay?” She gave me a wide-eyed nod that made her look so innocent. Having her so close to me made me realize how tiny she was compared to all three of us. Something in me felt bad knowing she’d have to take our cocks in her tight little pussy. I knew I needed to be gentle with her, and I promised myself I would... at least the first time.