Dancing Bearback (BBW Shifter Cowboy Western Romance) (Bear Ranchers Book 3)

by Becca Fanning

  Our lips met, and I felt a surge of power inside me. Some primal force felt the heat and strength of this virile stud against me, and I had to have him. Sure, I’d always wanted him. I’d wanted plenty of men. But this wasn’t just a want. This was a need as real as the need for air. I grabbed the back of his head and pinned his face against mine.

  He grunted, his tongue sliding across my lips. His arms wrapped around me, his hands pressing into me. Grabbing me. Needing me. The tip of his engorged cock stuck out from the bottom of his shorts. It pressed against my thigh, the exchange of heat and pressure between us was electric.

  I heard paws climb into the cave behind me. Normally that would have filled me with fear. But I knew it was Jimmy, that new awareness in me was like waking up from a life of sleeping. I could smell him, a distinct scent. Similar to Dale, but also different. I also realized that I could sense a need in these men. Men who saved me. Men who needed me.

  “Hi Jimmy,” I said, standing up. I turned to see a massive wolf shimmer and shift into the Jimmy I recognized. His pale veiny cock hung low below a small bush of brown fur. It made my mouth water.

  At once I felt trapped by my clothes. They clung tightly and were too restrictive. In moments my clothes were discarded into a corner and I stood before these two studs in my birthday suit. “You’re not going to be needing those clothes,” I told Dale.

  Dale stood. “Teresa, there’s something inside you, and it’s important that tonight, we tame it. You can’t be a lone wolf. You need a pack,” he said, pulling off his shirt and pulling his shorts off. His manhood was thick and twitched in the shimmering moonlight through the waterfall.

  I got on my knees eagerly. “I’m ready,” I said, my pussy already leaking with lust for these men.

  Hungry eyes looked down at me as both men stood, stroking themselves in the moonlight. Coming closer, like druids in some forbidden ritual, they rubbed their cocks against my cheeks. I felt the cold splotches of pre-cum against my face. I took each man in hand and began stroking him, alternating pumps.

  I grabbed Dale tightly by the base of his root and squeezed him down his length to his head, extracting all his pre-cum. I was pleased as his head glistened with the precious fluid, and I took him into my mouth and cleaned it off.

  My other hand did the same with Jimmy, pulling a generous glob of pre-cum to the tip of his dick. His seed was thicker than Dale’s, meaning he’d probably been backed up longer than his brother. I swirled my tongue around his head, swiping at the soft tissue under his glans. I like my teeth gently scrape against his rod, enjoying the sudden intake of breath from above.

  Grunting, Jimmy looked down into my eyes as I cleaned the pre-cum from his prick. He pushed me down onto the moss of the cave floor and knelt next to my face. His massive cock hung down to lay across my face, steam rising from my saliva.

  At my lower end, Dale was still hungry for me. He suffered the same kind of primal hunger I did. He inhaled my scent, learning what his bitch would smell like before taking me. His cock hard and his balls heavy between his legs, he was on all fours. Without warning, he buried his face in my pussy. I looked down my body at the pair of glowing gold eyes peering back up at me. His tongue gave me long, slow licks from ass to clit, savoring my flavor.

  I moaned loudly, my open mouth inviting Jimmy’s cock in. I looked up into his golden eyes and saw how badly he wanted and needed release. My hand went to Dale’s hair, roughly grabbing a handful and grinding my pussy on his hungry mouth. I couldn’t tell if his noises were consenting or protesting, but his tongue didn’t slow it’s explorations.

  I released Jimmy’s cock and got up on all fours. I pushed Dale, knocking him on his ass. His manhood swung in the moonlight, and I took him into my mouth. My hand went to Dale’s balls, coaxing him to empty them of seed. My bare ass was swinging up in the air, hot and needing attention.

  Jimmy mounted me from behind. No words were exchanged, just a sound that could only really be described as a growl. Grabbing my hips, he positioned the head of his meaty cock against my opening.

  Servicing Dale, I felt Jimmy’s presence behind me, his masculine posture against my feminine submission. His hands on my hips signaled a primitive confidence, and the head of his cock pressed against my opening. I savored the sweet delight of his thick member stretching my pussy lips to their widest and plunging past them.

  He bucked his hips into me, slamming like a wild animal needing to satisfy it’s urges. He pulled me back against him, bottoming out inside my and knocking on my cervix. Hot and wet and fierce, he fucked me senseless. I felt sweat from his head hit me in the back as he pumped.

  I released Dale’s cock, unable to service him properly while Jimmy rammed into me wildly. I looked at him through half-lidded eyes and he locked eyes with me. His hands worked his cock, keeping it hard in the cold night air.

  My head snapped back as Jimmy pulled on my hair, ploughing my fertile fields with all his might. I knew he was lost to some primitive instinct like I was. The moonlight, the soft moss, the cool night air. How many times had this played out through human history? Naked carefree rutting under the stars, with no worries about the past or future.

  Jimmy swung forward one last time, his balls swinging forward and slapping my clit before contracting upwards. I felt his cock pulse, a spasm that nearly lifted me off the mossy floor of the cave.

  Spurts of his seed emptied into me, and he grunted in relief, his orgasm subsiding and his balls lighter. He collapsed on the floor of the cave, his cock falling out of me and wiping a trail of cum across my ass. He lay breathing, looking out through the waterfall.

  Still looking back at him, I was flopped onto my back by Dale’s strong hands. I looked up into his face, his golden eyes glinting. His face looking down at mine showed no emotion. Even as his cock penetrated me, he was calm and savage.

  Dale easily slid to the hilt inside me. He began slamming his hips down into mine, fucking me with wild abandon. His arms held my legs up and back, offering him easy access to my sex. On every downswing, his balls slapped my ass. His mouth went down to my breasts, eagerly sucking on my ample tits. My nails scratched long, deep tracks into his back.

  His mouth clamped down on my nipple, sending me over the edge.

  On my back, being pumped by this stud naked in this cave, I came hard. I howled in ecstasy. I couldn’t take my eyes off the bright golden eyes above me. My sex twitched and flooded, sending a slick downpour all over Dale’s working member.

  Dale couldn’t resist the milking sensation of my hungry pussy, and he slowed his rutting as he flipped his head back and roared. He came inside me, his seed mixing with Jimmy’s, and he groaned as his cock finished pumping it’s sticky load into me. He fell to the side, panting and looking up at the ceiling of the cave.

  My initiation complete, I lay on my back. I was now a member of the pack for life. Whatever came for us, we’d have each other.

  BETWEEN TWO WEREWOLVES TITLE PAGE

  Between Two Werewolves

  By

  Becca Fanning

  BETWEEN TWO WEREWOLVES

  “Annie, go see what that Jezebel is up to!” Al hollered at me across the bar. His broad mustache was delicately shaped with wax, reminding me of those little dogs on the covers of the penny dramas sold at the general store.

  “Well Jeez Al, she’s probably up and down, up and down…” I said. Sue had taken her gentleman caller up to a room, a service Al provided to the town’s only working girl.

  “Just git!” he said dismissively, waving a towel at me. He’d run that towel along the bar, hoping that customers could be summoned through layers of polish alone.

  I slowly ascended the stairs of the Lucky Diamond Saloon, once Kilcutta’s bright star of leisure and merriment. But much like Kilcutta itself, it was now an empty shell. A piano sat in a corner, untouched since the last player left after the silver mine ran dry.

  I still remembered the day my family moved here because of that silver mine. Dadd
y was so excited, and the pay was much better than he could’ve earned back on the farm in Oklahoma.

  But this was the frontier. With higher wages come greater risks. Momma got sick one winter and passed away. Daddy did his best for me, but after the mine went dry, he turned to the bottle. He followed Momma into the grave not two years later.

  It ain’t been easy, but I did alright for myself. Al Swinny took me in, gave me a job serving the customers. ‘Cept these days there wasn’t much in the line of customers no more. Kilcutta ain’t on the way to much, so we get drifters sometimes, but mostly nobody.

  We’re a town waitin’ to die.

  I reached the top of the stairs and walked down a small hallway to the room Sue was renting for the hour. Al had a right sharp timepiece he would check to make sure Sue didn’t squeeze him for a free minute.

  I stopped at the door and heard sex sounds on the other side. The poor old four post bed was getting knocked around something awful. Al would be mad if he had to buy new screws for it.

  I knocked lightly and waited for a response. Usually Sue would call out to me to tell me to go away. Then she knew she had to finish up with her John if she didn’t want to pay Al extra.

  But Sue didn’t respond. I knew Al would holler at me again if I went back down there, so I knocked again. Lots of moaning was the only response I got. Not really knowing what to do, I opened the door quietly.

  On the four post bed, Sue was on all fours. Her blonde hair was stuck to her head in sweaty strips. She was naked as a jaybird, her dress laying over a chair on the other side of the room. On a table lay a black book and a rosary.

  The man was kneeling behind her on the bed, mounting her like dogs do. I’d spent time with boys in barns, but I’d never done nothing like what I was seein’! Not in all my nineteen years. He was all dirty with grime and sweat, his thinning hair stuck across his balding head. The back of his neck and head were all red from the effort of ploughing Sue with all his might. His hands held her hips so hard his knuckles were white.

  Sue seemed to just get slammed by his crotch, pulled back by his hands, and the process repeated. There was something about the action itself, something deep inside me stirred.

  I felt my cunny tingle. My hand, possessed by the devil I’m sure, crept up to squeeze my breast. I’d never peeked in like this, and I knew it was wrong! But something about it felt right.

  I watched, transfixed, as Sue continued to get hammered by this man. The way his back rippled as he slammed into her, how his sweat flew off his shoulders and landed on the bedspread. He was going at her like she was the first and last piece he’d ever have.

  “Annie!” Al called up from below.

  I snapped back to reality. “Time’s almost up Sue!” I stammered, closing the door suddenly and running down the hallway, hoping my blush wouldn’t be too obvious.

  I skipped every other step on my way down the stairs and sauntered over to the bar. “Sue is still…working,” I said to Al.

  “Hmm…” he said, pulling out his pocket watch. He gazed intently at the time and I could see the calculations in his head. He’d happily charge Sue for another hour if she was one second over her limit. He was fair, but he meant every word of the deals he cut. An hour was an hour.

  Scurried feet above us preceded a hurried Sue rushing down the stairs. She ran up to the bar to slap down her room rental fee.

  I noticed her John had left her a gift along her jaw and made a motion with my hand.

  She caught my drift and wiped his pearlescent seed from her face.

  Al frowned, knowing she’d finished in her hour and begrudgingly accepted the payment. He went back to wiping down the counter, polishing out non-existent stains and spills.

  “Whew! I think I’m done for the day!” Sue said, leaning back and eyeing me. “Lest you want another show? I only do the first one for free, honey.”

  I turned seven shades of red, and spun around to straighten out chairs. I heard Sue chuckle behind me.

  A moment later her John came down the stairs, pulling a broad coat on and pulling his hat down over his face. Without saying a word he headed for the door.

  “Nice to spend time with you, Padre!” Sue called out after him.

  The man’s last few steps to the door were practically in flight. I didn’t think a man could move that fast. I turned to Sue, my hand over my mouth in delicious scandal. “He was a priest?” I pleaded.

  “A man is a man,” Sue said sagely, pulling on her riding jacket. “Every man has a need, girl. Don’t matter his station, his status, his wallet or his God. We square Al?” she asked.

  Al grunted in concurrence, not looking up from his counter wiping.

  “Then I’m off to take a nice long bath. The good Father had a lot of wisdom to put in me,” she said sordidly. With a wink to me, she sauntered out the front swinging doors. As she reached them, two men about to enter stepped aside and tipped their hats.

  “Gentlemen,” she said smoothly as she walked past.

  Their gazes followed her as she walked away. I could see briefly that she was exaggerating her walk, accenting her hips as they swung left to right. I wondered if my own ample hips could move in such a way.

  The men came in and walked to the bar. They both looked at me as they did, and I froze in place. The first man was taller, lean, and had a rugged face that spoke of years in the saddle. His salt and pepper hair was pulled back behind his ears. The second man was shorter, younger with brown hair. He had a crow feather on a leather cord around his neck. But it was not their appearance that froze me in place.

  There’s a way a wolf will stalk it’s prey. A certain way it’s eyes lock onto a rabbit, no matter which way the wolf moves, the eyes stay level and locked on. For a moment, these men both looked at me in that way. For a second, some primal part of me wanted to run. Luckily, they looked away a moment later, and I was saved the embarrassment of fleeing my own place of employment. I don’t know how I would have explained myself if that happened.

  Al smiled his broadest smile and held his arms out wide. “Welcome to the Lucky Diamond Saloon, the best place to spend an evening in the whole town of Kilcutta!” His showmanship was top notch, but then again it had to be. Back when there was still a silver mine, there were four other saloons on the main thoroughfare. Nowadays his skills mostly went to waste: he was the only saloon still open.

  “Two beers,” the older man said.

  “Coming right up! We have a delicious lager, just brought in by stage coach. So what brings you two into town?” Al asked, filling two glasses with the golden brew.

  “Just the beers,” the younger man said impatiently. He was not in the mood for small talk. He turned to his companion, “You sure about this?”

  “Let’s just sit for a while,” the older man said, taking his beer and walking to a table off in the corner.

  The younger man sighed, took his beer, and followed after.

  I casually walked around and pretended to straighten chairs and wipe down tables. In truth I was hoping to eavesdrop on these two men. They…interested me. They were a breath of fresh air in a town that badly needed it.

  “It’s a big gamble. We could miss them,” the younger man said, tapping his foot. “They might not even come here.”

  “You got your deck?” the older man asked.

  “Yeah,” the younger man said.

  “Then let’s pass the time,” the older man said, tipping his chair back against the wall. It was abundantly clear that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

  Outside the sun was setting, so I went into the kitchen to check on the stew I’d started earlier. Momma taught me the ways around the kitchen, and I could turn out a right tasty stew in a pinch. I pulled the lid off the cast iron pot on the stove. Delicious aromas of beef, carrots and leeks wafted up at me. It’s true, my real weakness was sweets, and anyone could tell I’d overindulge from time to time. But a nice big bowl of this stew later on tonight would be the perfect end to the evening
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