Bear Shapeshifter Romance: Her Bears' Desires (Shapeshifter Werebear Romance)(BBW Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance)(Shapeshifter Menage Romance)

by Callie Hartwood

  He started up the truck, and Jazzy eyed him up and down. "What if I didn't mind if you did?"

  His pause signaled pleasant surprise, and a slow smirk crept across his lips. "Let's head back to Silver Lake, Jasmine."

  Chapter 4

  The ride back was not as heated as Jazzy had hoped. Mack was quiet, lost in his own thoughts for most of the time. And every time Jazzy shot him a passionate look, he seemed distracted. She wondered some about his and Victor's relationship. Mack had said that they were close friends, but she didn't know Victor that well. And from what she'd witnessed, all she had to go on about Victor's personality was that he seemed ill-tempered for some reason.

  "Mack," Jazzy started. "You never actually told me what you and Victor were fighting about."

  Mack glanced sideways at her and shrugged one shoulder. "You, actually. There's a specific rule in the werebear community that says we're not allowed to affiliate ourselves too closely to humans. I wanted to make an exception, though, because I like you. Victor thought it was too dangerous, and so he tried to stop me from going to dinner with you tonight."

  They were fighting... over me? Jazzy thought with disbelief. How in the world did she end up in a job where not only were the two men she worked with incredibly good-looking, but they actually fought over her? She knew it was silly, but she was actually flattered by the thought.

  Mack rounded the bend that led to Cabin 8 sometime later and pulled into the driveway, parking beside Jazzy's car. Jazzy stepped out and followed Mack to the front door, watching as he unlocked it and opened it. Lamplight filtered into the entryway from the living room. The place smelled of old wood and residual cooking. Someone looked up from the couch. The mop of blond hair and animated eyes belonged to Victor, of course. He watched Mack and Jazzy enter the room before speaking.

  "Oh, hello, Ms. Solberg. I didn't know you were stopping in."

  "She's staying the night," Mack mentioned.

  Victor looked mildly startled, his blond eyebrows rising in bewilderment. "Oh." It was easy to tell that he didn't want to come off as rude by asking why, but it was on his mind. Mack picked up on the feeling.

  "Her car is here, and we figured the easiest method would be to just let her stay the night," he answered.

  "I hope it isn't much of a bother to you," Jazzy breathed as she rested her purse beside the couch.

  Victor stood from his resting spot and shook his head, placing a book down on the coffee table. "Oh no, it's alright. There's a spare room upstairs, so everything should be fine."

  Mack stepped into the kitchen and looked over the dishes in the sink. "Really, Vic? You cooked by yourself tonight?"

  "It's too late to go fishing," Victor replied with a small grin. Jazzy looked at them both as they exchanged some type of in-joke, and she figured it was a bear thing.

  "So how was... your date?" Victor asked quietly. It seemed difficult for him to sound civil about it. Jazzy wondered if all of these bitter feelings radiating from the man were signs that he was concerned about the werebear code, or if Victor was actually just jealous.

  "It went well," Mack replied evenly, glancing over at Jazzy as if to see if she felt the same.

  Jazzy nodded. "Oh, yes. It was nice." She flushed some under his gaze again. There was such an intent look in Mack's eyes, and she felt like she'd never get used to it.

  "Great," Victor replied, though his heart didn't really sound like it was in his tone.

  "Victor," Jazzy found herself speaking up. He looked at her curiously. "You know that I don't mind that the two of you are werebears."

  Taken aback by the sudden subject change, Victor shot Mack a look that clearly was a call for help.

  "I'm serious," Jazzy continued. "It doesn't bother me at all. It was a little scary at first, I will admit, but it doesn't change anything. Mack said the same."

  Victor hesitated before drawing in a breath and letting it out in a deep sigh. "Look, it's not like I was worried about what you might think. Mack and I live completely different lives from humans. What you see right now--Mack in the kitchen and me sitting here reading novels--this is all a facade. Our real homes are up near the mountains with our clan. We're only here for now because of the nature shoots that Mack had lined up for potential models. Not only are we out of our element here, but humans see us as terrifying beasts."

  Jazzy stepped forward some, her eyes softening as she gazed at Victor. It must have been hard for them. She wasn't sure why Mack had such a love for human life, but Victor probably strained himself to try and keep his best friend out of trouble.

  "Well, I don't see you as terrifying beasts," she countered, folding her arms.

  Victor's eyes narrowed some, and he glanced over at Mack before speaking. "You don't? Well then..."

  "Victor--" Mack started, turning from a coffee pot, but it was too late.

  Right before Jazzy's eyes, Victor tensed his body and then grew twice his size, covered in fur and snarling ferociously. Standing on his hind legs, the man had changed himself to a roaring, tawny bear. Jazzy flinched at the deafening sound, and Mack started into the living room.

  "Victor, change back now!" he shouted.

  "Wait, Mack. It's okay," said Jazzy, holding out her hand to stop him. She waited for Victor to calm down some, landing on all fours, before stepping forward tentatively.

  "Jasmine! He could hurt you!" Mack warned, but Jazzy was already two feet from Victor.

  She offered her hand to him, and Victor nuzzled her fingers. "See, I knew you wouldn't have it in your heart to hurt me," she whispered. Victor grunted some as she touched his head gently.

  Mack stepped closer to her, still looking paranoid that his friend would try something, but Victor remained calm, seeming to enjoy Jazzy's touch.

  "I'm not afraid," said Jazzy with a small smile. "So please, Victor. Stop feeling like you have to scare me away."

  Victor lost his form and reduced in size, coming back to his human shape. He picked up a few scraps of his clothing to cover his manhood with.

  "I'm sorry," he uttered. "I just thought maybe..."

  Jazzy grinned some and turned her back to him. "Maybe I'm not brainless, huh?"

  Victor headed for the stairs without another word.

  A hand was on Jazzy's shoulder, and she turned back to look up into Mack's eyes. He grinned. "I like that you're stubborn. Don't worry. Victor will come around eventually. He's not as familiar with humans as I am."

  Jazzy shrugged one shoulder and smiled back at him. "I'm not worried." She took one step closer, nearly touching bodies with him, and then pressed her cheek against his chest. As he wrapped his arms around her, she felt so safe. It was hard to believe that Mack was still practically a stranger to her. She didn't know a thing about his background or childhood besides the bear traits. Not only that, but Mack didn't know a thing about Jazzy. Yet despite all that, she still felt like they could have known each other for years.

  Mack lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss. She kissed him back readily, and then let him trail his own lips down her throat. After a moment, Mack lifted his head and tugged on her arm, leading her toward the stairs.

  "Let me show you to your room."

  Jazzy followed willingly, listening to the floorboards creak under their feet. He guided her up to a narrow hallway to the last room on the end and pushed open the door. A full-size bed rested near the back of the room with a vanity off to the right. Mack walked in first to turn on a lamp resting on a bedside table. Not much else made up the spare room besides an old paisley rug. The walls and ceiling were mottled wooden panels.

  As Jazzy removed her shoes and set them by the wall, Mack came back and closed the door. Before she could question, he pressed his hands to her hips and pulled her close to his abdomen. She sucked in a surprised breath at the feeling of his hard body against her own.

  "Mack..."

  Almost like an animal, Mack growled in her ear and hooked his fingers under her shirt to pull it up ove
r her head. He tossed it to the floor and brought those eager hands back to her body, gliding them up her sides to her breasts, where he dug underneath her bra.

  "Mack!" Jazzy wasn't alarmed by his actions, but she hadn't expected him to be so keen for intimacy.

  His hands moved her bra up and over her breasts, exposing them to the cabin's stale air. His cool fingers had hardened her nipples, and he was quick to close his hands over them and feel them with a type of primal hunger.

  "Should we be doing this now?" Jazzy asked breathlessly. "With Victor still awake?"

  "Hush," he said smoothly, brushing his lips against her ear. "I've held myself back for over an hour now, and now am going to pick up where we left off back at the restaurant."

  His voice sent chills down her spine and gave her goosebumps. She craved his touch just as much as he craved giving it to her, so she decided there was no shame in indulging in the feeling.

  Macks fingers traced across her nipples a number of times before he removed her bra entirely and dropped it to the floor next to her shirt. With a gentle nudge, he pushed her toward the bed and removed his own shirt. Jazzy sat down on the edge of the mattress as Mack stepped in front of her, and she gazed up at his perfectly sculpted body. She pressed her hand to his abs, feeling their hardness and thinking of how powerful he really was.

  "Let's let him out for some air, shall we?" Jazzy said as she unzipped his jeans, placing a little pressure on his bulge for emphasis.

  Mack groaned some with a smirk. "So soon? I was thinking we could play around a little until we're throbbing for each other.

  Jazzy smiled some and leaned back a little, exposing her breasts to him. "I didn't take you as a masochist, Mack."

  He growled as he knelt over her, leaning downward to press a kiss against her bare skin. "Maybe I'm just the type that likes to play with my food."

  His words caused her to shiver yet again. He took her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding her down against the sheets as his other hand felt down her body and loosened up her own jeans. She allowed him to pull her bottoms off, leaving her in nothing but her lace-trim panties. Jazzy watched him with heated anticipation.

  "What are you going to do to me, Mack?"

  He chuckled as he kicked her pants out of the way and lifted one of her thighs, pressing his teeth down and nipping softly across her skin. "Why tell you and spoil the fun?" His lips stopped at her panties, where he took the fabric between his teeth and tugged them down her legs, finally gripping onto them with one hand and pulling them all the way off. Jazzy lay completely exposed to Mack's hungry eyes, and she watched him drink in the view. Her breath grew heavier with each passing second.

  Mack's fingers pressed against her soft mound, and she took in a sharp breath. "Do you want it, Jasmine?" he asked, flicking his eyes upward to meet hers.

  She nodded a little, and she felt him slip one finger between the folds of her womanhood, caressing against the sensitive, moist inside. The sensation caused her center to throb, just as Mack had predicted. She wanted to know what his shaft felt like inside her. Her body screamed for it.

  Mack fumbled with his pants for a moment to slide them off his hips, and Jazzy took in the sight of his proud and curved member. He was large, and it intimidated her just a little. She hoped it wouldn't hurt too badly. Mack rested his length against Jazzy's center, and she took note of her pounding heart. His hand closed around his base, and he stroked himself slowly, squeezing his tip.

  "You certainly got me throbbing," Jazzy uttered as she watched him. "You're torturing me."

  Mack chuckled again and climbed up onto the bed, kneeling over her chest. He brought his shaft down between her breasts and pressed it hard between them, thrusting his hips slowly. She felt the hardness of his length and the velvet of his skin rubbing against hers, and Mack pinched her nipples just enough to make her gasp.

  "Please, Mack, I need it. I want that inside me. Stop teasing."

  He finally let up, smiling some and moving back to the edge of the bed. "If that's what you wish, Jasmine."

  She nodded again, spreading her legs wide for him. Mack angled the tip of his member to her opening, and she reached down to pull away the soft folds of her skin for him. Mack slowly inserted his length into her pulsing flower, and the feeling of him filling her brought her to pleasure.

  A sudden creak of the wooden floorboards just behind the room at the end of the hallway caused the two of them to look over in surprise. Jazzy caught sight of Victor's blond hair, and she instinctively closed her legs, forcing Mack to leave the warmth of her center.

  Chapter 5

  "V-Victor!" Jazzy started, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable.

  Mack tightened his lips for a moment before gesturing with a hand for Victor to come in.

  "Mack, what are you doing?" Jazzy exclaimed as Victor nudged open the door and entered.

  "I'm sorry," said Victor. "I came to talk to Mack, but I couldn't help but watch." His face was a little flushed from admitting to it, but his eyes showed absolute lust. The animalistic gaze he sent to Jazzy reminded her of Mack's own smoky stares, and she discovered that she wasn't so uncomfortable about Victor standing there after all. In fact... she liked the idea.

  Mack looked at Jazzy, but before he could speak, she addressed Victor. "I-I don't mind." At first the words hung awkwardly in the air for several seconds, but then Mack broke the silence.

  "Victor, how about you join us?" He glanced back at Jazzy on the bed. "If Jasmine is okay with it, of course."

  Her heart beat twice as hard at the thought of these two stunning men taking command of her body, and she knew that she wanted it. Pushing aside all her fears and preconceived thoughts, she wanted it badly.

  Jazzy nodded to them. "Yes," she answered.

  Victor's lips curled into a grin as he stepped further in. Jazzy watched as he removed his own shirt. Despite being smaller framed than Mack, Victor carried a similar body build. Jazzy had a desire to be around Mack, and she enjoyed the feeling of having him fill her. She was a little nervous about the idea of Victor having his way with her, but Mack seemed to see the worry on her face.

  "I have an idea, Jasmine. Lie still," he said.

  Jazzy kept her legs spread as Mack knelt down between them. At first he took a moment to eye her sex, and then he brought his lips down to her sensitive flesh. She drew in a quick breath at the feeling of his tongue against her skin, and she watched as Mack tasted her nectar. The sensation relaxed her body, and soon she found herself resting her head back and closing her eyes, enjoying the attention that Mack fed her with his skillful tongue and lips.

  A pair of new hands drifted over her body and pressed against her breasts. She opened her eyes to look up at Victor who stared at her curves with an appetite. As Mack dove deeper into her flower, Jazzy allowed herself to calm with the pleasure. Victor's fingers caressed her skin, and with a free hand he opened his jeans and reached to draw out his masculinity.

  Jazzy watched Victor's fingers stroke along his tool with need. It was close enough to her that she brought her hand over to touch it in his stead. Victor moved his own hand away in pleasant surprise as Jazzy worked her grip along his length.

  Mack drew her flesh into his mouth to suck lightly, and she wrapped her legs over his shoulders in enjoyment. As she tugged on Victor's shaft and squirmed, Jazzy grew more comfortable under the presence of the two powerful men. She worked her hand across Victor's member with a desire to have it fill her as well. She wanted to know what both of her bedroom partners felt like.

  Her excitement for Victor's tool only seemed to give him an idea. As Mack continued kissing and licking Jazzy, Victor moved over Jazzy's face and raised her arms high, crossing her wrists and pinning her against the bed. Her chest heaved with frantic breathing as she took in the sight. Victor looked so large and daunting so close to her face, and she struggled weakly against his forceful hold.

  Eventually, Mack removed his mouth and straightened. From a slight
angle, Jazzy watched him tug at his own shaft, keeping it at its perfect curve. Mack watched Victor angle his member to Jazzy's mouth, and she lifted her head to press a small kiss to the tip.

  "Help lift her up," he ordered Victor. "You'll like this, Jasmine."

  Jazzy was pulled up from the bed, and Mack sat down. His proud rod stood upward fiercely, compelling her to come closer, her fingers itching to touch it.

  "Sit on my lap," he urged, but his hand stroked the base of his manhood, and she knew what he really meant.

  Taking a deep breath, Jazzy straddled Mack's legs and lowered her wetness down over his prominent tool. He slid into her easily, and she gripped onto his biceps as she made her way downward further, allowing him to fill her completely. She heard Victor behind her give a small groan of want, and he moved forward a little closer.