Bear Mate: BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance

by Natalie Kristen

  The sight of herself, swaying and sauntering seductively towards Blake was too surreal. Jasynta stood frozen as Hellizendra cooed and whispered to Blake in Jasynta's voice. She ran her hands all over Blake's tensed body, stroking and searching. Her tongue, no longer forked, lapped at Blake's corded muscles, luxuriating in their hardness. Blake blinked hard and his powerful body began shivering, making the chains rattle noisily.

  “Oh, Blake,” Hellizendra was sighing dramatically. “You are so big. So hard. I've never had a man like you. You feel soooo good.”

  Jasynta's eye twitched violently.

  What? What!

  With that twitch, adrenalin surged through her body. As Hellizendra ran her hands and mouth down Blake's chest, the cunning demoness slowly lowered herself to kneel in front of Blake. Her lips nibbled up his inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her prize.

  Blake gritted out a sound, and his hips jerked. His eyes were wide, with a strange, panicked look. The veins on his neck were bulging with strain and Jasynta saw a trickle of blood ooze from his wrist.

  Blake's struggle and agony ignited an inferno in Jasynta. Her anger blazed through her, building and burning as she screamed a curse at Hellizendra.

  The succubus spun round at Jasynta's attack. As a fiery white ball shot from Jasynta's palm, Hellizendra reared up and blocked it by erecting a shimmering sphere around Blake and herself. Her form wavered and elongated, and as she strained to power the shield, her hold on her shape slipped and she morphed back to her old lean, mean shape.

  This time, she didn't look so hot to Jasynta. Jasynta could see her ribs sticking out, and she looked kind of gaunt and aged. Jasynta sniffed as she launched another ball of light at the skinny succubus. She could have told her not to skimp on the sunblock. The best anti-aging and beauty advice was to simply stay out of the sun. The demoness had obviously overdosed on the tanning and bronzing.

  Jasynta would have gladly and generously shared all her beauty secrets. But her man? She'd never share Blake.

  That bitch should not have touched her man.

  For that, she was going to pull all her stringy hair out, bitch slap her around and scratch her skinny ass to shreds.

  Oh, and that slimy tongue that had twirled all over her man? She would tear it right out and shove it down her throat. She was sure the shoving wouldn't hurt that slutty succubus, since bigger and worse things would have been thrust down her throat as she did her “job”.

  “Come out and fight!” Jasynta shrieked as she flung her explosive energy grenades at Hellizendra's wobbly energy shield. “Coward! Bitch! Skank! Putting your hands and mouth where they aren't wanted! You keep away from my Blake! You hear me? Come on! Stop hiding, you slut!”

  The succubus held up as best she could, but her strength was waning. Ha! The tramp must have used up too much vital energy trying to finish up her job. A job she should not have touched!

  Jasynta was on a roll. Her rage energized and emboldened her.

  A ball of angry energy was building up between her hands, growing and swelling and snowballing almost uncontrollably. From the size of an orange, it grew to the size of a bowling ball, then a wrecking ball. Jasynta stumbled back breathlessly, almost crushed under her own humongous, crackling ball of pure electricity.

  With an angry, anguished cry, she let loose all that pent-up, puffed up energy, throwing it with all her might at the flimsy, fading energy shield and the weakening demoness behind it. Hellizendra's scream was cut off as the ball of lightning smashed into her and swallowed her whole.

  The lightning solidified and froze instantly into a giant ball of ice. Hellizendra managed to open her mouth and blink once before her facial expression was frozen together with the rest of her in that ice orb.

  Panting and wheezing, Jasynta limped to the enormous ice ball and rapped on the surface. Yup, Hellizendra would be trapped inside for some time. Even a fire demoness would have to expand considerable skill and effort to melt this baby. A succubus would be inside a long time. “Let's see you use your “skills” on this b-i-g, h-a-r-d thing,” Jasynta snorted in triumph.

  Hellizendra glared at her through the ice.

  In response, Jasynta pointed at Blake and jerked her thumb at herself. Mine!

  The succubus's purple eyes darted between Blake and Jasynta, and gradually seemed to soften a little in understanding, growing wistful with envy for just an instant. Then her mouth twitched in a frozen sneer, and her eyes hardened and glittered with amusement.

  Jasynta heard Hellizendra's laughter in her head, and she scowled. But she wasn't going to waste any more time on the succubus. She was so not worth it.

  She had better, bigger things to see to. Like Blake. She spun round, hurting in all ways. Blake was still staring at her without a flicker of recognition in his eyes. “Blake?” Jasynta approached softly. “I...I'm going to get you out of here.”

  He made a sound that was more animal than human. When she put her hand against his cheek, he hissed and growled, jerking away from her.

  Jasynta forced herself to step away, blinking back tears. She examined his body quickly, but there were no visible signs of any serious injury. His back had not been branded, and there were no whip marks or other marks of torture on him. Instead, his skin was smooth and glistening, well oiled and massaged it seemed.

  It wasn't his body that was broken. It was his mind, and her heart.

  He didn't seem to know her. Had he forgotten her so completely, so quickly?

  “Blake, what happened to you?” Jasynta choked back a sob. “Everything will be okay. You hear me? Look at me, please. I'm Jasynta. Your Jasynta!”

  He turned his head slightly at her voice, but his eyes didn't meet hers. He grimaced as if in pain, and rattled the chains.

  Jasynta swiped away her unshed tears with the back of her hand and squared her shoulders. “Time to go, baby,” she said as cheerfully as she could. “We're going home.”

  Chanting a spell quickly, she unlocked all his shackles with a wave of her hand. As he started to crumble, she scooted under his massive frame and threw his arm over her shoulder. She staggered under his powerful frame, but she regained her balance and fought to stay upright. She would not fall. She would support Blake all the way.

  “We'll walk out of this hell, together,” she said bracingly.

  Blake leaned his head against hers, touching his temple to hers and sighed deeply. He mumbled deliriously and a smile crossed his face as his eyelids drooped. But thankfully, his legs still worked fine.

  Together, leaning against each other, they stumbled out of the castle and into a blood bath.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Blake's mind and vision were foggy and blurry, but he knew the smell of danger well. There was a blood red haze over his vision, and he could see demons swarming all over the place, red-skinned demons clashing with blue-scaled ones. He could also scent a sweet, luscious smell at his side—the scent of his mate.

  Blake shook his head. No, it couldn't be. It wasn't Jasynta. Jasynta couldn't be here, in hell. It was that devious succubus, trying to deceive him with his mate's image. That cunning succubus had even sprayed on his mate's sweet scent to lure and tempt him. Where did she get that perfume?

  He winced when his bear pawed and clawed at him. Your mate! Protect her!

  When he didn't move a muscle, his bear reared up, charging to the fore. His animal instincts recognized his mate, even if his rational, disbelieving mind didn't. And when the bear sensed danger, it would do everything to protect his mate, even defy the man. It would fight and kill, maim and murder whoever tried to hurt his mate.

  Kill!

  Kill them all!

  Blake let out a bellow and convulsed, his back arching and snapping as his shift took hold of him. The bear was rising relentlessly to the surface, heedless to the pain.

  Blake raised his hands to his face, and saw his hands transform into massive paws in a flash. He roared at the unstoppable, excruciating shift from man to beast.
His ferocious animal roar echoed above the battlefield, drawing the demons' attention.

  Dropping onto his huge paws, Blake turned to see his mate staring at him with no fear in her brown eyes. She even offered him a smile, just before choking out a scream.

  A dozen red-skinned demons were flying towards her, spears aimed for her throat.

  Blake pounced, landing in front of her, shielding her just as the fiery spears pierced into his fur. He roared in pain, as fire burned through his golden fur and seared his flesh. But the pain was nothing. He could endure the pain. What he couldn't endure was his mate's screams.

  Jasynta was struggling vehemently as two large demons dragged her out from behind Blake's protection. They had sunk their claws into her arms, tearing into her soft, sweet flesh. Their forked tongues stretched out to lap at her fresh blood, as more of their numbers joined in, wanting to get their claws and tongues on this savory treat. Her screams served to attract even more demons from the battlefield, who surged towards the fresh, living meat.

  The bear went ballistic at the sight of a pack of bloodthirsty demons converging on his mate. Jasynta was down but not out. She was putting up a savage fight, snapping her jaws and clamping her teeth down on whatever demon parts she could reach. The spunky witch spat out what she had bitten off and attacked again, and again. Her face was smeared black with demon blood, but her eyes were wild and shining.

  Black demon blood.

  The insidious, rotting stench.

  The nightmarish memory.

  Blake staggered back, clutching his head. He remembered all too clearly what the demons did to him.

  In his mind, he was back in Prince Deviazel's castle, in a dark room, his wrists and ankles in shackles. He was naked and spreadeagled in the middle of the dank, dingy room. The demon guards had taunted him, spitting and snarling at him until that demoness sauntered into the room. The guards had fallen silent immediately and bowed their heads as she entered. Blake saw that the lowly demons were afraid of her. From the looks they threw at her, he knew that they found her frightfully beautiful. To Blake, she was more frightful than beautiful.

  The demoness had dismissed the guards, and closed the door behind them with a casual wave of her hand. Once they were left alone in a dark room, she retracted her horns and swishing tail, maintaining just her human form. The shimmering, transparent fabric over her body evaporated as she stepped closer to him.

  They were alone in the room, a chained naked male and a circling naked female.

  Her nakedness and nearness pressed on him like a dead weight. He started to sweat, his perspiration beading and trickling down his back. Immediately, he felt her tongue on his bare skin, laving down his back, to his clenched buttocks and legs.

  “I'm Hellizendra, the Head Succubus in Prince Deviazel's court,” she purred. “I've had a few bears...” She strolled round to the front, pressing her palms against his chest. “But never one so strong and big.”

  Blake flinched from her touch, which amused rather than infuriated the experienced succubus.

  “Relax, big guy, we're going to have a drink. You and I.”

  Hellizendra produced a bottle out of the air. The glass on the bottle was dark with dizzying ghoulish images which looked more like faces frozen in a soundless scream.

  Bending down, she placed the black bottle near his feet, letting him feel her eyes feasting on his straining, powerful legs and on his groin.

  She stood and closed in on him, letting her big breasts press into his chest. Her nipples felt hard and cold as she circled his nipples with her own. Wrapping one long, thin leg around his, she ground against his crotch. “Do you like this, Blake? Do you want me?”

  Blake's entire body protested and recoiled in revulsion. No, he did not like this!

  And no, he did not want her! This frightful succubus with her long, scary limbs, cold, skinny body and cruel purple eyes. He'd be damned if he wanted a female like her!

  He closed his eyes and the image of his beautiful, lush mate, her body warm and soft against his as she moaned her pleasure against his mouth pulsed at the back of his eyelids. His mate was sweet, spicy, feminine and strong. Jasynta was the one he wanted. The only one he wanted, and loved.

  When she received no response from him, and his body refused to give her the response she was aiming for, Hellizendra pushed away from him in disgust.

  “I have a job to do, mister,” she hissed, baring her fangs. “You are the job. And I will do you, and finish you off.” She tossed her black hair, slapping him in the face with it.

  Again, he closed his eyes to picture Jasynta's glossy, brown curls and imagined spearing his fingers through her soft hair as he kissed her. She was his only light in this darkness, his only hope in this hell.

  Hellizendra was tapping a claw against her jaw. “Maybe it's time for that drink,” she said, eying him carefully.

  She trailed a claw seductively over her erect nipple, then made a cut just below that dark, swollen nipple. She arched her back as black blood oozed from her breast, groaning in ecstasy.

  Blake stiffened in horror as she started to climb him like a tree, wrapping her arms and legs around him, and rubbing and sliding until her breast was pressing against his mouth. “Drink.”

  Blake pressed his lips tightly together. No. Never!

  “I said...drink me.” Her voice was quivering with suppressed rage.

  She moved her breast, smearing her pungent black blood all over his lips. She made small sounds of pleasure as she rubbed against him, letting her blood drip from her breast down his forehead, his nose, and forcing her nipple to his mouth. But Blake steadfastly refused to open his eyes and his mouth.

  Some of the blood trickled from his forehead and seeped under his closed, quivering eyelids. He shuddered at the piercing pain and his lips parted involuntarily in a gasp.

  The blood dripped past his lips and he tasted vile acid on his tongue.

  As Blake spluttered and spat, Hellizendra stood with her arms folded, watching his struggle and suffering with cool detachment and pleasure.

  “There, so much better,” she smiled, when his heaving and coughing had subsided. “Now that you've had your drink, it's my turn. And I think I will enjoy this stiff, long drink very much indeed.”

  Blake stumbled forward, forcing the image of Hellizendra's leering visage from his mind.

  The taste of her evil blood surged back up his throat, making him gag. He could remember the rank smell of her blood, and the stench was all over his mate right now. The black demon blood was dripping from his mate's chin, down her ravaged chest, and making her mad. Just like it had done to him.

  The demon blood blurred the mind of the man, but not his bear. His bear was untouched and unaffected by the demons. The only thing that could affect the powerful bear was his mate.

  The great beast smashed headlong into the horde of demons, scattering them and sending them flying. A few horns and necks were instantaneously broken, and bodies fell away and slammed to the ground. Jasynta was clawing and screaming hysterically, her wide eyes unseeing. The demons rallied and charged at the bear, but this time, the beast stood undistracted and undeterred. The bear knew who had hurt his mate. All these red-skinned devils. And they would pay. They would all pay, with their lives.

  The bear crouched over Jasynta, carefully pushing her back, away from the demons. With a powerful swipe, the bear scattered pieces of demon towards the horizon. Then it prowled forward, advancing on its enemies. The demons backed away, stumbling over their fallen comrades. One or two lunged forward to attack, but the bear simply dispatched them with a swipe of its claws. Their bodies were ripped clean in half, their steaming guts spilling out of their slit torsos. The sight made the rest of the demons turn and run. But not fast enough.

  The massive bear tore after them, its powerful legs eating up miles and trampling and crushing the fleeing demons underfoot. Black blood splattered across its blond fur, smoking as it congealed rapidly. The bear attacked all the
red-skinned demons in its sight, leaving the blue-scaled demon soldiers gaping and fumbling away in shock.

  Kill the enemy! The red-skinned monsters that had dared touch his precious mate!

  Blake was only vaguely aware that some of the warriors on the bloody battlefield were not demons. They appeared to be...residents of New Moon City? What were PAC members, loud-mouthed Enforcers and some intrepid city folk donning civil defense uniforms doing here?

  Blake shook his head. He must be dreaming. This nightmare was getting too damn long. He had to wake up soon. If he could.

  But the trouble was he couldn't.

  A part of him was raging and alive, completely in control and in power. But a large part of him was buried under the beast, drugged by demon blood and struggling not to betray his mate. He had even imagined that his mate had come for him, and she had rescued him. But no! That was just the demoness playing a cruel trick on his mind. He must not let her get to him. He had to not look at her, not be tempted by her.

  The bear had no such compunction or confusion.

  The beast was on a rampage, slaughtering and decimating all of Prince Deviazel's troops. It was a sight to behold. A maddened, golden bear plowing through the killing fields, its lethal claws slashing like scythes to fell demons by the multitudes.

  Black blood arched all around the powerful beast. With a terrible roar, the bear reared up and ripped a demon in half, flinging the two jagged halves of the demon's body in opposite directions. The last of Deviazel's soldiers had been slain.

  As Prince Zorath's army broke out in raucous cheers of victory, the exhausted but bewildered warriors were careful to keep some distance between themselves and the great bear. They tiptoed around the snarling bear, wary but thankful that this great, deadly beast was on their side. They all saw the devastating, destructive power of the beast. It was no wonder Deviazel wanted to get his hands on such a ferocious, formidable weapon. But such a deadly weapon had to be controlled and contained, in a succubus's black bottle no less.

  With the enemy completely vanquished, the bear fell back, spent but satisfied. Blake's body collapsed onto the ground, the bear settling beneath the surface to recuperate. Convulsing, he shifted rapidly into human form. Grimacing, Blake struggled up on his human hands and knees, dazed with pain and fatigue.