Love to Bear: A Werebear Shifter Romance

by Mitchell, A. T.

  “Take me,” she moaned, slurring her words. “I need you so fucking bad right now.”

  I inhaled her scent, grunting when she wrapped her bare legs around me. I sank my teeth into her shoulder and twirled my tongue around her skin. Horny, hard, and filled with mating desire.

  We were past foreplay. I pushed my hips against hers, sinking in, moving my free hand onto her luscious ass to help push her up into me.

  Mad satisfaction burbled from her lips. We joined, flesh on flesh, heating the warm pitch in our blood to new levels.

  I took her fast. Rough. The bear guided my instincts, nodding its enormous head in approval as I fucked her harder. My nerves spasmed with the savage need to twitch, spasm, and empty my balls deep inside her soft womb.

  The bed creaked loudly beneath us, taking our punishing assault. Sam hooked her chin against my shoulder, already gasping for air, and then crying out so loudly she spattered the walls with sharp, feminine pleasure.

  Her beautiful music drove me forward. I reached behind her head, grabbed her head, stilling my shaking hips for an instant.

  “Sam, turn over. I want to watch your gorgeous ass shake while I'm pounding into you...”

  She stared at me, surprised and beautifully shy. The redness on her cheeks blossomed from pink rose to cherry red.

  She listened, obeying my command, rolling onto her stomach and lifting herself onto all fours. The sight of her hips raised up and waiting only made me want to fuck like an animal even more.

  I mounted Sam from behind, loving the way her silky flesh curled and quivered differently against my cock from this angle.

  I lifted my hips and slammed into her, stopping only to wrap one arm around her breasts, and slip the other hand through her hair. I had to feel her, to meld her into me, to make us one in the deepest way a man and woman unified.

  Tugging at her plush locks of hair, Sam lifted her neck, hissing into the open air. For a second, I admired the raw beauty of her passion. I wished I could freeze the moment, taking in every intricate detail – but my lust had other plans.

  My cock twitched. I resumed my thrusts, longer than before. I rocked and stretched her sweet flesh hard, intent on inwardly marking her with fire.

  Sam's screams soon alternated with breathless gasps. Orgasm hit her hard, and her spasming velvet rippled across my hardness, sucking me harder still.

  I went on, fucking through the pleasure.

  Hotter. Deeper. Wetter.

  Sam quaked on. She buried her face in the pillow, trying to escape the merciless earthquake I'd started across her body. But I lifted her up with another pull of the hair.

  “You're not going to escape, beautiful.” I said, pausing to make sure the wave had passed so she could understand me. “I'm going to make you come all over again. Maybe next time, I'll join you...”

  I nipped playfully at her neck. She fell onto the bed, trying to muster more energy to keep up with me.

  I didn't tolerate exhaustion. If she needed some help finding her energy...

  My hand moved away from pinching, stroking, twirling her nipples. I lifted it behind me and let it fall against her ass.

  She yelped with surprise and jolted up. Sam's face turned back toward me, wide eyed and awake, mouthing a question.

  “Keep up with me, girl. I want you to match my rhythm. Any time you don't...you'll feel that fire licking at you again. Understand?”

  She nodded. Just before she turned, I saw her wince, and not from the sharp sting against her ass.

  I knew that look: it was sheer enjoyment, tinged with selfish shock that she loved it so much. My heart swelled, pleased and grateful that I was the one to introduce her to this, the man who could show her it was okay to be a woman in love, devotion, and submission.

  With a growl, my hips rolled forward again. Sam kept up with me, matching my pace with the mouth watering slap slap slap of flesh on flesh as our skin thrashed together.

  The red mark I'd left on her skin glowed a brighter crimson. I grinned, knowing she'd enjoy a real spanking one day.

  Lust smoked through me. I made tighter, sharper strokes, hips moving like freight going down a steep slope.

  I was uncontrollable. I needed to fill her, make her burn, ignite her climax against me as I came too.

  My hungry hand sank between her legs. She lifted with surprise, whimpering as my fingers found her clit.

  I pulsed little flicks against it. I measured its heat between my thumb and forefinger. Her clit's hard, sharp state meant it wouldn't be long – especially with the way I sent my vibrations through it with every thrust.

  Come on, beautiful. Come for me. Come, come, come...

  I repeated the mantra in my head, tense and unbroken, until it became a reality. Shamans weren't the only ones who could do magic, especially where flesh and mind meet so wonderfully.

  Sam slammed into me, holding herself tight and grinding her ass into my crotch. She came, blustering and shrieking and steaming. Her sex writhed, lapped, and fucked like dancing fire.

  I lost it. My teeth fused together and I roared between the gaps.

  Intense pressure shot up my balls, coalesced into a lump of raging coal, and then fired. My cock buried itself deep in her heat. So deep and hard I pushed her into the bed, pinning her arms down with mine, all my muscles firing as they sent their energy into the rocket between my legs.

  My seed hurled into her, a climax rippling and pumping like an endless typhoon. Animalistic fire shot through me, from head to clenched toe, the same untamed heat inside Sam.

  In that inferno, we were one. Man, woman, bear, our forever sprawling before us, pure and glistening as a treasure horde packed with diamonds.

  The bear's needs were satisfied. So were mine, if only for a few minutes.

  I slowly collapsed, pulling her close, bringing us both back to the waking world with soft kisses on her neck. Sam twisted her head until her lips met mine.

  I let them linger there, savoring her with a softer, slower enjoyment. The bear receded, and so did its devilish emotions.

  “I love you, Sam. I know it sounds crazy since you've only been here a few days. But it's the naked truth. We're meant to be together.”

  Fuck. Now I sound like Elder Genevieve on Harvest Night, when all of us gather beneath the ripe October Moon, putting our trust in the spirits' fate to survive another winter.

  Sam made a sound filled with surprise and gentle laughter. Then her unforgettable words, “I think I love you too.”

  Strength returned to my spent flesh. We laid together, relishing each other's warmth, recharging.

  Sam kissed me as I began to harden. A second later, I grabbed her, hooking her legs over mine and guiding her to my rising horn.

  We were ready to ride again.

  That scent. It's blood.

  The cinnamon-metallic odor wafted down my nostrils and kissed my tongue. In bear form, I wanted to find it, to taste it.

  My human side liked to sit down and savor civilized dinners. But the bear wanted its meat red and raw, drinking iron rich blood like water.

  I tramped on through the cold woods. It was a break in an otherwise rainy day.

  My claws sank deep into the mud wherever I stepped. Thankfully, the soft ground covered the noise of crisp leaves.

  I saw the human and crouched behind a half-barren tree. The hunter had his rifle at his side. He knelt on the ground, tying up a fresh kill.

  The big buck bobbed as he fixed it up for transporting back to his camp. More blood reddened the ground from its wounds, tempting the bear.

  No. He has his rifle at his side, and he's still several yards from our borders. I'm bold, but I'm not a fool.

  The grizzly whined. My fur stood on end in frustration. Nevertheless, I stayed behind the huge trunk, knowing that nothing good could happen if I wandered into plain sight.

  Sam. I have to make it back to her. This isn't just about defending the clan or foregoing fun now.

  I imagined her small, beaut
iful silhouette cooped up in the musty archive room. She was there, doing the job the council had given her, and the real work that would hopefully set us free too.

  The man stood tall, straight, and looked over his shoulder. The wind blew his fear to me. The sour odor mingled with the blood, sharp and so, so appetizing.

  No. Let him go, I ordered the bear.

  Holding it in check wasn't easy. It wanted to charge out the brush, overwhelming the hunter. Instinct knew how good it would feel to tear into the intruder, to devour the succulent meat from his bones, and then go to work on the huge elk he'd shot.

  I leaned in, resting my furry head against the tree's bark. It scratched me lightly – a welcome distraction as the hunter shook his head and turned away from me. He'd decided that there was nothing there after all.

  Human senses. How limited. I only hope Sam stays on her toes and doesn't let anyone in the clan surprise her.

  My giant body warmed with rage. I thought about Emmerick and the rest of the council. I didn't trust anyone as far as I could smell them.

  The hunter dragged his carcass behind him and retreated back the way he came, leaving me to stew quietly in the silent forest with my anger.

  The sky behind the mountains dimmed. Somewhere behind the tall, frosted mountains, the sun was setting, and that meant Sam would return to my cabin soon.

  It also signaled the end of my evening patrol. I turned, and let the bear relieve some of its bloodlust. My paws shot out, tearing at a rotted stump. Soft wood turned into splinters.

  I walked on, licking my lips. My stomach growled painfully. I was hungry, and the pangs only grew as I passed through the barely visible daytime ether.

  I was a man again, sighing as the cool wind caressed my naked skin. In the distance, something delicious was cooking. Probably others settling around their evening fires with good food for the night.

  Too bad my human form barely deadened my sense of smell. The delicious scents blowing through the forest tormented me all the way home.

  I looked up in surprise, practically drooling. Smoke was coming out of my chimney. Whatever was roasting inside, it smelled damn good!

  “Mmmph.” The growl escaped my throat, low and guttural. “Fuck me senseless, Sam. I didn't know you could cook like this.”

  She shrugged her shoulders. My heart tingled. For a human woman, Sam was cute in every sense of the word.

  “Wasn't much else to do in Sioux Falls growing up. My mother taught me how to measure and bake before I was ten. Sometimes making dinner was the only time we spent together before she had to jet away to another company conference. Even won some of the little cooking contests during those long summers in High School.”

  “I believe it,” I said enthusiastically. Then I shoved another piece of the richly marinated meat into my mouth. I loved how the buttery taste gave way to fuller spices, a delicious bomb crackling across my whole tongue.

  “It's all I really feel I'm good at. Maybe I should've gone to culinary school.” She stared at the puzzled look on my face. I didn't have a clue what human schools were like or how they were structured.

  “We learn everything from our Elders here. Not that there have been a lot of cubs to teach around here for a long time. I was in the last group...” I ended it there. Thinking about Emmerick and the way he'd let our numbers fall sent hot rage fuming through my system.

  “Yes. The Baby Boom of '73. I read all about it today.” She pivoted steak and asparagus on her fork, eyeing it for a second before she drove it firmly into her mouth. “What I don't understand is why no one made the connection. And what happened to Clara Flood? The last woman to live here?”

  My fork hit my plate. Sam blinked in surprise, and tensed up, frightened that she'd upset me.

  In a way, she had. But I wasn't angry at her.

  “It's okay. I don't blame you for asking.” I blotted my lips with a napkin, choosing my words. “She died one winter. Some kind of fever. I barely remember my mother...and I certainly didn't know until now that she was the last human woman in Horseshoe Creek.”

  “Sorry. I don't mean to dig into anything uncomfortable.” She pursed her lips, slowly relaxing them when I shook my head, showing her it was okay. “I just wondered. I know your father Patton died sometime before her too.”

  “It's okay. Really. You're wondering who took me in?” I watched her nod. “It was Clarence, Elder Franklin's brother. He treated me like the father I never knew, and I still miss him.”

  “What happened?”

  “Wounded in battle with a grizzly that came into our camp.” I watched Sam tilt her head. “A real bear, I mean. We let our few guns run out of ammo in the old winters. People had to fight them off by hand, and just because we're a lot smarter doesn't always mean we're equally matched for those monsters.”

  “I understand.” Her eyes were big and heavy with sadness.

  “Emmerick was like the clan's doctor at the time. He tried to save Clarence, but...there was nothing to be done. The cuts and bites were too deep.”

  I looked up from my food and studied her face. I could see the wheels turning in her head.

  “I know what you're thinking. That's not the start of my bad blood with him.” I sighed, shaking my head. “Truth is, Emmerick's always been a first class asshole. They used to say folks are supposed to get wiser with their years. But with Emmerick, even though he was appointed an Elder, it seems like he just got meaner.”

  “Tell me about it. He practically tore into me today for failing to fill him in on tasers. He expected me to know the voltage, where the clan could get one...everything. Like, what the hell? I'm not a weapon expert.” Sam chewed her lip, clearly irritated.

  “He's just toying with you. It's his way.” I sipped my tea. “He wants to get under your skin. Make you feel weak, uncertain, all the better to give him control over you. Hell, it's half the reason the rest of the Elders put up with his bullshit and throw him these compromises in the first place.”

  “I wish it were easier to prove what he's doing. It's just that in the early days, things were so mixed. I can barely tell the humans and the shifters apart. Your clan was constantly bringing in outsiders, and sometimes mingling among them. Baby booms every thirty years or so! You could have cousins in the outside world, you know.”

  That made my eyebrows go up. Our community had always been insular, a fortress on high alert, always under siege.

  Most days, we thought we were the only shifters in the world. Just the idea that the reality might be something very different sent tense energy up my spine.

  Oh, spirits. What the hell happened? What changed?

  I didn't know. But I had a feeling Emmerick did. And maybe some of the other Elders too.

  “If they're out there, I can't imagine they know how to shift. They would've been caught by now if they did.”

  “Maybe so,” Sam said. “Or maybe they've found other ways to hide. You guys are protected here, thanks to that ether, but there are other ways to keep secrets this big.”

  “Speaking of hiding secrets, I have a feeling we're not going to get what we're looking for in those damned archives.”

  “Why?” Sam leaned across the table, her eyes as beautiful as open seas, staring into mine curiously.

  “Emmerick was in charge of all those files for years before you came. Think about it. If there was anything damning there, it's probably gone now. Something in all this doesn't add up.”

  She wilted. I reached for her small hands, cupped them in mine, and squeezed. I just wanted to comfort her, even though there was nothing remotely easy or comforting about the situation.

  “We'll figure this out. Tomorrow, I'm going to see Franklin. Privately. If I can get the old man to tell me something out of respect for his brother, then maybe we'll get to the bottom of this.”

  “You think?” Hope sprang in her voice.

  My heart already felt several pounds lighter. “Yes. And I know one thing: I'm not giving up. The minute I brought you
into this cabin, I knew I'd never quit. I don't care what it takes, Sam, or who I have to fight. I'll brush everything aside to be with you.”

  It was a good thing we'd nearly finished our dinner. A minute after the words were out of my mouth, she sauntered to my side, and sat on my lap. We kissed, lighting our evening fire to a comfortable roar.

  “Yes?” Franklin poked his head out into the cold.

  His eyes looked glazed and tired behind his spectacles, like I'd just woken him from a long nap. The Elders sure slept a lot when they weren't holding their meetings. I wondered if I'd do the same if I made it to their age.

  “Sorry to bother you, Elder. Can I have a moment of your time?”

  Franklin's eyes narrowed cautiously. He hesitated, but then cracked the door open, waving me inside.

  “Of course, boy. What's brought you by?”

  Boy. He still thinks of me like a nephew. Maybe I can use that to my advantage...

  “Sam's research. Some of what she's found in the old records doesn't jive with our policies. I know you're not a big fan of Emmerick.” I paused, watching Franklin's face tighten. “Do you think he's been pulling the wool over our eyes?”

  “It wouldn't be prudent to discuss my private feelings about a fellow councilman. Nor should you show such disrespect to an Elder.”

  I fought the urge to say something infinitely more disrespectful about Emmerick.

  “It's not all about what I think or feel,” I said, stepping closer to him across the neat wooden floor. “Emmerick's policies may be harming the entire clan. Especially the firm line against all outsiders...”

  Franklin tilted his head, eyeing me more warily than before. “What are you getting at, lad?”

  Damn it. He's not going to come out and talk about it unless I make him.

  “Our closed, completely walled off society, for one thing. The records indicate humans and shifters used to have plenty of interactions. You talk about it all the time at your council meetings.”