John (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 4)

by Becca Fanning

  “There you go again, apologizing for no need,” he said. “Just give me a moment to rinse this shampoo out. Make yourself at home.” He didn’t bother closing the bathroom door, and I got a good eyeful of his chiseled ass as he stepped back into the shower.

  After picking my jaw up from off the floor, I looked around the loft. The first Shifter home I’d ever been inside was more normal than I expected. No animal skins, no large potted trees. I didn’t know why I expected those, but I had. The only thing out of the ordinary was a large log suspended from the ceiling by a massive iron link chain. The log had huge claw marks running through it, and the floor beneath it was covered in chunks of wood.

  I ran my fingers against the log. Most of the claw marks were a foot higher than I could reach on my tiptoes. I knew Shifters got larger when they changed, but this was a thousand pounds of solid proof.

  “Mind the mess,” the man said as he came back out of the bathroom wearing a pair of jeans. They were unbuttoned at the top, giving a glimpse of a treasure trail leading from his belly button all the way down.

  “I-“ I said as I turned, my hand running down the log. A huge splinter drove into my palm. “Eeee!”

  The man ran over. “I’ve got it. Don’t worry,” he said soothingly. “I’m going to hold your wrist steady while I pull it out.”

  “It really hurts!” I said, averting my eyes from my hand. I felt immense pressure as his big strong hand closed around my wrist. I couldn’t move my hand if my life depended on it. His other arm moved in a flash. I felt a pinch, then nothing.

  “All done,” he said. He walked back to the bathroom to dispose of the splinter. He came back with a bandage and my hand was no worse for wear. “I think this is a first,” he said.

  “A first for what?” I said.

  “I’ve caused you a wound and mended you, all before knowing who you are or what your name is,” he said. “My name is Catharn.”

  “I’m Cynthia,” I said.

  His mouth fell open slightly. “Cynthia. Oh,” he said.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Catharn,” I said, putting aside his reaction for the moment. “Is that a…Shifter name?”

  “It is. Dom has been trying to convince me to choose a different one. Names for us are different. They’re…what’s the word? Supplemental.” He brought back a broom and dustpan from the closet and swept the floor under the log. “Between Shifters we learn more from each other’s presence than by exchanging sounds.”

  “I had never thought of that,” I said. “You probably have heightened senses. Smells, tastes. Stuff like that.”

  “Yes,” he said. “Scents and body language tell you much more than words ever would,” he said, putting the broom back in the closet. “There, that’s better.”

  “Does it work on humans?” I said.

  “Of course. Your words are level, but I can sense your trepidation mixed with excitement and,” he paused, “arousal.”

  I felt my cheeks go flush.

  “I’ve embarrassed you,” Catharn said. “Dom said I had to be careful about the words I choose. He’s been integrated into human society for decades. This is still my first year among you. Your social etiquettes are still like quicksand for me. I am sorry.”

  “It’s nothing,” I said, swallowing.

  “You are thirsty. Please,” he said, motioning me towards the kitchen. He pulled a bottled water from the fridge and handed it to me. He took another for himself and we sat down on stools.

  “Thank you,” I said, taking a drink. “So, where is Dom?”

  “He is doing a private session tonight,” he said.

  I looked down at the tabletop. “Heidi, I’m guessing.” I sighed.

  “No, it’s a company group,” he said. “That Heidi made Dom uncomfortable. He did not lust for her, but it was as if she were in heat, needing him to mount her,” he said casually.

  I spat water out all over the tabletop. “Excuse me,” I said, getting a hand towel from the counter and wiping it up.

  “Ahh, yes. It is inappropriate to discuss sex in such open terms. Then let me just say she was enamored of him, but he did not feel the same way of her,” Catharn said.

  “No?” I said, surprised. “I figured she was his type.”

  Catharn laughed. “She was skin and bones. Her breasts were like two knots of wood,” he said, then his smile faded and he looked ashamed. “I am ruining this conversation.”

  “Quite the contrary,” I said, leaning forward and patting him on the hand. I smiled at him and he smiled back. “I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here.”

  “I’m more curious as to why you brought the war path to Dom’s door,” Catharn said.

  “I’m also one of his students,” I said.

  “You were one of his students,” he said.

  It was my turn to tilt my head. “Exactly right. How did you know that?”

  “He’s spoken of you,” Catharn said. “He missed you. He felt that you had slipped through his claws. Fingers. Slipped through his fingers.”

  “Oh,” I said. I wasn’t expecting that answer. My stomach was doing flips, confused and excited all at the same time.

  “But why did you come here with anger in your heart?” he said.

  “I…” I said, then looked away. “I misunderstood something and took it personally. I made something out of nothing. I guess it was just another mistake. Another mistake in a long line of them.”

  Catharn’s big hand closed over mine, holding it warmly. “You humans have a wonderful society, truly. But the way you torture yourselves over your feelings is a mystery to me. Would you like to lay with him?”

  My mouth fell open.

  “We both know the answer to that, even if you cannot speak it,” he said, standing up and looking down at me. “Would you like to lay with me?”

  “I…” I said, my mind spinning. My body reacted to his words in a primal base fashion. Decency wouldn’t let me answer, wouldn’t let me put words to the truth we both knew. I felt myself get wet at the thought of this huge stud. I imagined what that body could do. I bit my lip.

  “Again, we both know the truth,” he said, his voice taking on a low rumble deep from his chest. “And I have a burning need for you.”

  The sound flicked some kind of switch in my mind. His voice, his eyes, his massive presence, his clean scent. I leapt up from my chair and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled his face down to me and kissed him.

  His hands wrapped around my body, pulling me tightly against him and crushing the air from my lungs. His body still held onto a whisper of moisture, and it added a hot glow between our bodies. His jeans were like a taut canvas between us, a sail to carry us away.

  I delighted in the press of his lips against mine. It had been a very long time since a man had kissed me like this. There was something calm and brooding about him, at the same time mixed with predatory danger. I inhaled, smelling the clean fragrance of his skin. There was a very subtle hint of masculine sweat, evidence of the exercise I’d almost interrupted. “Do you want me?” I said.

  “I do,” he said, the rumble reverberating through our bodies. His mouth attacked mine, his lips pressing down on mine. His tongue sought entrance, and I could not deny it. Inward in swept, conquering my mouth and claiming it for his own. Our tongues danced, smooth and rough and hot and wet. He moaned into my mouth, a primal declaration of his need.

  “Do you need me?” I said, breaking off our kiss.

  Two golden eyes locked onto mine, not letting me go. He inhaled deeply. “I can smell your need, Cynthia. Your body readies itself for me. If you were a Shifter, you could smell my need as well. Soon enough you will see it. Feel it. Taste it,” he said. “But this is already too many words.” He lifted me off my feet and sat me on the tabletop.

  “Oh!” I gasped as he set me on the table like a doll. I knew he was strong: that was obvious. But I was unprepared for such a clear demonstration. No one had ever picked me up like that. My pussy throbbed
with anticipation as I considered what an entire body that powerful would do. This wasn’t going to be another night with the vibrator. “Have you always been this strong?” I said, watching him move with careful deliberation. I could see the sinews of his muscles twitch, his veins pump with excitement.

  “Too many words,” he said, his mouth returning to my body. His lips traced their way down my neck. Kissing. Nibbling. Licking.

  His massive hulking presence, his strong virile scent and my need to have him inside me all triggered something inside me. I tilted my head back, offering my neck to him in submission. I felt his teeth press against my neck, and I had to fight an instinct to flee. A purely prey reaction, but the adrenaline made my heart race and made me need him more.

  His teeth pulled away from my neck as he went lower. He pulled the straps of my top off my shoulders and my bra followed. My breasts were free to the cool air of the loft for but a moment before his mouth descended to them.

  “Oh God,” I moaned, my eyes closing so I could concentrate on what his mouth was doing.

  His stubble scratched it’s way down my cleavage until he seized one of my breasts in his hand, pinning the flesh in place. His mouth closed over the top of the nipple, and his tongue flicked at it’s hostage in wonderful agony. He alternated this with long laps against the hardened point, savoring my ample bosom. He grunted hungrily and pressed his body down against mine, putting me on my back.

  I moaned, my legs lifting up and wrapping around his hips to draw him closer. I ground my soaking pussy against the engorged python in his pants. I could feel it snaked down one leg of his jeans, pulsing with every beat of his heart. He shifted and his hard shaft pressed down against my clit through our clothes. I let out a whimper. My heels pressed down against his jeans, hoping to pull them off in futile frustration. I needed him inside me! “Take off your pants.”

  “Too. Many. Words,” he grunted in between his attacks on my breast.

  “Too many clothes!” I said, trying to grind my hips against his huge cock.

  “You’re a little minx,” he said, standing upright. His hands went to his jeans, and he slowly unbuttoned the rest of the fly. I saw the base of his cock, nestled in a thin clump of blonde hairs. The pale shaft extended downward, finally leading to a bulbous purple crown. The end glistened in his pre-cum, an enticement and a promise of things to come. “Now I’m going to mount-“ he began.

  I sat up and took him into my mouth, his salty musk filling mouth. I looked up into his eyes, opened wide with surprise. His mouth alighted in a smile and he ran his hands through his own hair. “Too many words,” I said, then went back to sucking his cock. My lips wrapped around him, his soft skin encasing a rod of steel. His manhood was magnificent and I enjoyed the feeling of it pinning my tongue against the bottom of my mouth as I lowered my head towards his lap.

  “Oh,” he moaned, his head going back and his eyes closing. He put a hand on the back of my head, his fingers twisting into my hair. He pressed my head down, his cock pushing its way down my throat.

  I relaxed, letting this strange sensation fill my throat. I couldn’t hear or see anything, I could only feel him and taste him. Then he pulled my head up, a long bridge of spit reaching from my lips to his prick. I gasped, breathing in before my hand pushed my head back to fulfill its duty.

  I heard a groan, but it wasn’t from Catharn. I looked to my right and saw Dom. He was at the entry to the kitchen, his golden eyes fixated on us. His olive skin glimmered with the sweat of his recent yoga session. His workout bag lay near his feet. His right hand was slowly stroking his long cock as it hung semi-erect. His golden eyes locked onto mine. “Hello Cynthia. I see you’ve met Catharn.” He slowly sauntered up to us.

  “She is just as your described, friend,” Catharn said. “Doesn’t she smell delicious?”

  His words sent a tingle through me. To be talked about like a piece of meat. To be desired by two lustful Shifter studs like these…a girl could only take so much teasing. “Are we…”

  “We are a generous sharing people, Cynthia,” Dom said grinning. “We’re both going to take you. We’re both going to mount you. Fuck you. Rut with you like beasts in the wilderness. Then you will be ours.” He peeled off his sweaty clothes, his body tense with sexual power and heady with musk. His brown hairs curled tightly against his body from head to toe. His balls hung low, heavy stones full of seed.

  I yelped as Catharn pulled my pants and sopping wet panties off in one smooth motion. My top and bra landed on top of them on the floor. Such a scandalous sight, my clothes heaped on the floor. These two huge men standing over me. All of us naked and yearning for release. My legs fell open, my slick folds separating with a quiet noise.

  I saw both sets of nostrils flare, the scent of my need entering each Shifter’s brain. Dom kissed me, his hands going to my waist. Before I knew it, I was up in the air, being spun around. I landed on the tabletop on my hands and knees with a thump. My knees cried out in pain, my wrists protesting the sudden force.

  All protests ceased when two hungry mouths began licking me from behind. I cried out in ecstasy as their stubbled faces pressed against one another, their tongues both lapping at my pussy to taste my juices. One tongue would swoop in to lick my outer labia, then it would be pushed aside by the other man’s tongue in his eagerness to lick along my slit. I gripped the edge of the table as my orgasm flowed over me. Bolts of pure pleasure shot from my core to my fingertips, a sexual release of such magnitude that my arms went to jelly. My upper body fell, my face hitting the tabletop with a hard thump.

  Catharn and Dom didn’t care. My pussy was still accessible, and their animalistic drive had them on autopilot. A willing female in heat was prostrate before them, her hot tunnel exposed and eager for them. They wouldn’t notice a volcano erupting around them. I felt their hands pull my ass cheeks apart, spreading my pussy lips so they better access my depths.

  Dom drifted downward, concentrating on my inner folds and clit. His tongue ran tiny swift circles around my aching nub. Each press against it was beautiful agony. I moaned in protest, my body needing respite after my orgasm, but it fell on deaf ears.

  Catharn’s face went further up, his tongue licking around my asshole. I’d never had anyone so much as touch me back there, and to have someone’s tongue probing me was incredible. That absolute acceptance of my body was something I never dreamed I’d experience. These men wanted every nook and cranny of me, needed me in a way that few other people ever got to experience. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

  “I have no intention of stopping,” Dom said. Then his mouth closed down around my clit. His tongue pressed, prodded and worshipped my sexual center.

  Catharn just grunted as he continued to eat my ass, his tongue giving long licks up from my taint up to my lone star. His hand worked his hard prick, which was now fully glistening in slick pre-cum. His virility oozed out of him, over his knuckles and down to his nut sack.

  “I need to fuck her,” Catharn said.

  Dom’s tongue darted up inside me. “Her pussy is tight, friend. But she is ready for you.”

  I felt a big hand close down around the back of my head. My hair was pulled back forcefully, and my knees fell off the edge of the table. My legs dangled down towards the floor.

  “I will now quench my fire in your body and fill you with my seed,” Catharn whispered in my ear.

  “I’ve not had my fill of her taste,” Dom said. “She is exquisite.”

  “Then by all means, continue,” Catharn said, grabbing his hard shaft in one hand and pressing his bulbous head against my entrance. Without a word, he slammed into me, filling the void of me to the brim in an instant.

  Dom knelt down below us, his mouth hungrily licking the spot where Catharn’s cock entered my pussy. He didn’t discern between my flesh and his, he just needed to sate his desire. His own cock hung low, erect and sagging under it’s own weight, patiently biding it’s time.

  “Oh God!” I cried out as Catharn be
gan to plow me with his full power.

  “You’re so tight,” he said. His hips drove forward, smashing into my ass. His cock plunged into my depths and bumped painfully against my cervix, bottoming out inside me. His balls swung forward, hitting Dom in the cheek.

  “I did not lie,” Dom said from below. “Your flavors mixed are delicious.”

  Catharn put one hand on my lower back, squishing me against the table. The other pulled my hair as he fucked me. With each thrust, the whole table rocked back and forth, threatening to collapse under our weight and the force of our fucking. His breathing sped up, his hands clawing into my flesh. “I cannot resist you any longer,” he said, grunting through gritted teeth. He slammed into me one last time, driving himself as deep as he could go as his cock spasmed. His hot sticky seed pulsed into me, then pulsed again. Again and again, his balls flexed to send their breeding seed up into me, his biological imperative to impregnate me.