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

by Becca Fanning

  I tried to focus. What was important now was that it was empty. I opened the door and snuck into the main library room. If I could sneak out the front I might be able to make my way further down the avenue and cut across into the fields. Away from the checkpoint.

  My hand went to the knob of the front door of the library. Peeking out the window I saw that the front of the building was still clear of German soldiers. I was confident that I could run across the avenue without being spotted. Maybe there was a basement I could hide in, or an attic. A damned fruit cellar would suffice, as long as it kept me hidden.

  I held my breath and counted. One. Two. Three.

  Before I could turn the knob and make my escape, a strong hand closed over my mouth and pulled me backwards. My good hand shot behind me, seeking out soft flesh to dig my fingers into. My thumb found a nose, and I curled it in my hand, trying to tear at the face it belonged to. The man was tall, and broad shouldered. But I wasn't going out without a fight. The hand over my mouth released me as my attacker stumbled backwards.

  "Dammit," he said, holding his hands to his face. I lurched backwards and fell over a leather chair. As I got up to scramble away, I got a good look at him. Bent over, holding his face in pain, was a member of the British Expeditionary Force.

  "I'm so sorry," I said. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "But you shouldn't of snuck up on me like that."

  "You should've told me that before you almost tore my face off," he said. He wiped his face one last time and took his hands away. He had short brown hair and blue eyes, the color of the summer sky. His uniform was that of British Expeditionary Force soldier, but I did not see a rank insignia anywhere. It must have fallen off.

  "Well, if you are done frightening me, it is time I bid you adieu,” I said walking back towards the door.

  "No you don't," he said moving to stand between me and the door. His eyes looked down at me dangerously.

  "What is this? Are you an animal like the Germans?" I said, backing away from him. You never knew with some men, some were born animals. It didn't matter what uniform they wore or whose side they fought on, once there was no rule of law they became savages. “I’ll scream."

  "No, you won't." He said then his eyes got softer, "I'm sorry. I'm not going to hurt you. We cannot draw any attention to us being here. I cannot be discovered."

  "Then let me leave," I said.

  "I'm sorry, but I can't risk it. Chances are you will be shot and then they'll look around this place a little closer." He said. "I have my mission, and right now I need you to cooperate."

  "I don't give a shit for your mission. The town has fallen. The Huns are massacring everyone. Your mission isn’t worth the breath it was spoken with," I said.

  "Now listen here," he said. Before he could continue, his eyes went wide. "Shit! Run!" We fled to one of the smaller attached rooms containing rows and rows of shelves of books. I could hear voices coming up the front steps of library.

  “We have to split up," he said.

  "What?" I said.

  "If they find me, you can still get away." He said as he ran around as he ran down the rows of books and darted in between a set of bookcases.

  "But what if they find me?" I said in a whisper. There was no response. Bastard!

  I heard the front door this the library open and several sets of boots coming in quickly. Quiet, curt words were spoken in German. I tried to swallow but my throat was dry. I sunk to the back of the aisle of books, trying to make myself as small as possible.

  The sound of the boots came closer, and I could hear there were three men. As they all entered this room, I ducked down to try to hide myself the best I could. I close my eyes and waited for the fate I knew was coming.

  "Oh meine fraulein. Komm hier, bitte,” a man's voice said.

  I open my eyes and standing at the end of the aisle were three German soldiers. Their dark gray uniforms were covered in smeared mud, their faces were filthy. Their eyes were wild, crazed. They looked at me like a starving man looked at a piece of bread.

  "No, please," I said, crying. Perhaps they would take pity on me. Perhaps they would leave me my dignity.

  My hopes were dashed as all three men grinned at my terror, and unslung their rifles. Leaning them against the bookcase, they walked down the aisle towards me, pinning me in. The middle one pulled a long knife, and put his finger up to his lips. "Shh,” he said. The other two were fumbling with their trousers.

  “Urk!” the soldier in back sputtered. Blood poured from his mouth as he fell forward.

  The BEF soldier pulled his combat knife out of the German’s back as the other two rushed him. He brought it up to slash down again, but his arm was caught over his head by one of the remaining Huns.

  The other German plunged his knife into the British soldier’s chest repeatedly. He pulled the knife free one last time as the British soldier collapsed, his chest covered in holes. The German bent forward and wiped his knife clean on the soldier’s uniform.

  I ran down the aisle, ducking past them to escape. An arm shot out and punched me in the side of the face. I spun sideways, crashing into the bookcase, sending volumes tumbling out the other side. I lay on the floor, my ears ringing and my vision dizzy.

  The two Germans were arguing, one wanting to kill me and the other wanting to rape me and then kill me. The one with the knife used it to gesture at me, like he was pointing out vermin that needed to be extinguished. The other was holding his trousers up, but still hadn’t put his belt back on. He looked like a petulant child, angry that his father was going to take his toy.

  Behind them, I saw the British soldier’s body shake. Sad death spasms, a last hurrah of life. I wondered if my body would do the same after the Germans came to an agreement.

  Then his eyes opened. In a flash, he was on his feet. His body became darker, somehow, like a shadow that fell only on him. His face stretched, his teeth and nose jutting forward like a dog’s. His ears grew long and pointed, and I could make out that it wasn’t a shadow but fur that stretched all over him. He was a wolf man, a terrible monster from the stories!

  The Germans must’ve felt the presence behind them, because they spun around, their jaws dropping. Before either could scream, massive furry arms grabbed each by the neck and lifted them off the ground.

  The werewolf snarled, pulling his lips back to reveal long canines. His eyes burned golden, iridescent in their hatred. His arms flexed and strained, choking the two men.

  The soldier with the knife stabbed at the creature’s arm, hoping to inflict enough injuries to be released. He stabbed the arm, sliced the arm and even sawed at it like it was a tree branch. The werewolf seemed to take no notice as blood poured from it’s arm.

  The unarmed German tried using both hands to break the grasp, but the clawed hand around his neck didn’t budge. The full power of his two arms could not move just two of the werewolf’s fingers. He kicked his legs, flailing around with all his might.

  The werewolf sharply twisted his wrist and the German went slack, his neck at an unnatural angle. He dropped onto the ground with a thud. His tongue rolled out of his mouth, like a fish from the deep sea brought up to the surface too fast.

  The werewolf turned his attention back to the knife wielding German. He tilted his head and brought the German closer to him. His hand still clamped around the bastard’s throat, slowly choking him.

  The German stabbed the werewolf in the chest, neck, and face. The knife would plunge in and out, erupting in blood each time. The werewolf either didn’t feel pain or didn’t care. A dozen fatal blows did not so much as make it flinch. The German’s hand dropped the knife, and the last spasm of his legs indicated he was dead.

  The werewolf dropped him with contempt.

  Then those golden eyes turned to me. His huge claws reached down. My eyelids slammed shut and I lost consciousness.

  My eyes fluttered open. A single candleflame illuminated a cramped space of damp bricks on all sides. The B
ritish soldier sat next to me, reading a book. He glanced down at me, those blue eyes comforting and sincere.

  “Hey,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m still alive,” I said. I sat up and realized my dislocated shoulder was popped back into place. My arm hung in a sling. “Thank you.”

  “Don’t mention it,” he said. “But you are guilty of an unforgivable crime.” His eyes never left the pages of his book.

  “What did I do?” I asked. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could tell we were in a tunnel underground.

  “You never told me your name,” he said. “It’s unforgiveably rude, but I could overlook your trespass just this once.” He put down his book and looked at me, extending his hand. “Quentin Yardborough, First Sergeant of the Boyd Highlanders.”

  “My name is Joan. Ms. Joan Epri,” I said, taking his warm hand in mine. It felt good to touch someone again in a friendly way.

  “I’m sorry about back there,” he said, his eyes falling away. “About what you had to see.”

  “What…” I said, not knowing how to finish my question politely.

  He smiled and turned around, grabbing something from a pack on the ground. He turned back to me with a small paper covered package. He peeled the paper back, revealing the crackers inside. He offered them to me. “Eat, you must be starving.”

  “I’m fine, thank you,” I lied. My stomach roar in protest, a noise that was impossible to hide. It practically echoed down the dank tunnel.

  “Please, I don’t want your stomach giving our position away,” he said.

  “Thank you,” I said, taking the crackers. I bit into one, closing my eyes to savor the crispiness and buttery flavor. “This tastes so good.”

  “I believe you were about to ask what I am? To be honest, I’m not totally sure. There are myths about werewolves. Wolfmen. Some of it is true, lots of it isn’t,” he said.

  “Are there more of you?” I said.

  “Yes, and things much worse,” he said.

  “Worse than you?” I said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” I shoved another cracker into my mouth, happy he couldn’t see the color of my face in the gloom.

  He chuckled. “It’s quite alright. And yes, there are things worse than me. Most are men, but there are other fiends as well.”

  I ate the last cracker, leaning back against the exposed brick. “Where are we?”

  “An old sewer access tunnel under the library,” he said. “I’ve been here a few days, ever since we got word of the French Fifth Army pulling back. We knew the city was going to fall.”

  “You knew?” I said. “You didn’t tell anyone?”

  “I told you: I have my mission. Telling people wouldn’t have made a difference: the city was going to fall no matter what,” he said.

  “You keep mentioning your mission,” I said. “What is it about your mission that is so vital?”

  “Forget I mentioned it. The important part is that we’re going to have to stay down here tonight. Before dawn, I’ll leave to complete my mission. You’ll go that way,” he said, pointing one way down the tunnel. “After a few hundred meters, you’ll come to a fork in the tunnel. Go left and after another few hundred meters you’ll find a ladder going up.”

  “Where will that take me?” I said.

  “A culvert at the edge of a vineyard. If you are mindful of your surroundings, you should be able to get out into the wilderness, then cross over to France,” he said.

  “What about you? After your mission?” I said. “Will you catch up to me?”

  He smiled. “Would you like some chocolate?” He produced a small cloth bundle and untied the string. Small dark bricks of chocolate lay there. It had been weeks since I’d had real chocolate.

  “Those look wonderful,” I said. “But I couldn’t. You’ve been so generous already.”

  “You Belgian girls are so shy,” he said. He picked up a piece of chocolate and brought it to my lips.

  The rich smell made my mouth water, and I opened my mouth to accept it. I held it on my tongue, enjoying the rich sweet taste. I could tell he was watching me, his interest going beyond survival. It was having an effect on me, my skin growing hot from the rush of blood.

  I plucked a piece of chocolate and brought it to his lips. His lips parted and I pushed the chocolate in. His lips clamped down on my finger, sucking gently.

  I sat in his lap, his strong thighs flexing beneath me. My arm went behind his head and I pressed my lips to his, kissing him fully. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. I broke the kiss. “Did you say I was shy?”

  He grunted, kissing me again. His hands wandered all over my body, groping me and grabbing me. His need was hot and greedy. His manhood stirred under my bum, straining against his trousers.

  His hand grabbed my breast, squeezing my full mound. Overflowing in his hand, he tweaked my nipple, pulling it taught inside my blouse. His other hand grabbed my hip and pulled me even closer to him.

  I buried my face in his neck. He smelled of musk and sweat. My mouth opened and I kissed the nape of his throat, his stubble scratching my lips wonderfully. “I need your help taking this off,” I said, standing.

  He expertly took my shirt off, leaving me in my shift and skirt. He pulled me back down into his lap, his mouth going for my neck. He pulled the shoulder straps of my shift down and it fluttered to my waist. He kissed and scratched his way down my chest, taking a nipple into his mouth.

  I craned my head back, enjoying the stud’s suckling. This life affirming connection to another human being, it was beautiful. It was a brief respite of sanity amongst the chaos of the day. In this, we could let our guards down and come together in most primal union. No words were needed or even warranted. My pussy was wet, soaking through my thin panties.

  I heard a rumble emanate from his chest, his nostrils flaring as he smelled my womanhood in bloom. He released my nipple and stood me up in front of him. He pulled downward on my skirt roughly, my panties coming down as well.

  My wet bush glistened in the candlelight, exposed to the cool air of the dark tunnel. A drop of dew stood on my lips, and he bent forward. His tongue flicked out, snatching it and savoring it. He closed his eyes, focused on my secret flavor. He pressed his mouth against my mound, his tongue flicking my aching nub.

  He opened his eyes and looked up at me. They were glowing gold. Inhuman. The last time I’d seen those eyes, I’d witnessed his terrible power. I needed that power now, that bestial simplicity. Just towards a different end.

  My good hand grabbed the back of his head roughly as I ground my pussy against his mouth. His tongue dutifully licked at me like a dog lapping up water. Each time his tongue caressed my clit, a tiny shudder shot through me, building on each prior one.

  He brought one of my knees up and over his shoulder, splaying me out fully for his appetites. His tongue dove between my folds, searching for my hidden center. His relentless assault on my pussy drove me over the edge. I came, filling his mouth with my juices.

  I got lightheaded and lost my balance, falling sideways. I saw the hard brick coming up to meet me quickly, but my shaking legs were still recovering from the orgasm. I was helpless to stop it.