Primal Desire: a BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (Shadowlands Bear Shifters Book 5)

by Olivia Harp

  “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said looking at her straight in the eyes, “I can die a happy man if you wanted to stop now and just sleep.”

  She looked at him, his face was rough and hard and at the same time vulnerable, a sight that she knew was just for her.

  She stopped stroking him, her hand deliciously sticky, she had to stop before this turned into something that maybe none of them wanted. So she stopped. He looked at her and smiled, his eyes deep, looking at her, if she could describe that look in a word, she would say “happiness”.

  Then she did the unthinkable.

  She licked her hand, tasting his precum, bittersweet in her tongue. Her sex flared up again, her juices flowed inside like a furnace, melting passion, she put an angry hand in his hair and moved above him.

  She used her sticky hand to grab his cock and put it inside of her in one movement. She knew it was going to hurt her a little and she looked forward to it, to feel that part of him fill her completely,

  “Oh,” she moaned, and tightened her left hand, fixed on his hair and moved her waist, riding him.

  This was no longer soft or sweet, this was unabashed, hardcore fucking. She never had let herself go like this, this man... this shifter was just above and beyond what her previous boyfriends could do in bed. Her experience was minimal but she compensated it with eagerness.

  Damien grabbed her waist and they found a natural rhythm, a hard, deep, wet rhythm that was just theirs.

  “I want you to come inside me, Damien”, she said, and when her eyes met his, she blushed. A good girl like her shouldn’t say those words.

  Damien pushed himself even deeper now, she was now wallowing in a mixture of pleasure and pain, her body about to explode

  “You’re a bad girl,” Damien told her, his rod sliding in and out of her, covered in her natural lub, sticky and wet.

  “No, I’m not,” she said, blushing, so Damien spanked her hard.

  “You are my bad girl, Zoe... say it.”

  “My god, you’re making me cum again.”

  “Say what you want to say Zoe, say you are my bad girl.”

  “I’m your bad girl, Damien.”

  “Say it louder.”

  “I’m your bad girl, Damien,” she said embarrassed, she couldn’t bring herself to say it much louder, this wasn’t her, it was this man’s fault, he put a spell on—

  “Ow!” she moaned, she felt it now, it was coming to her, she was coming for a second time, she was under a spell, she was sure of it... and she was going to enjoy every second of it.

  “No, honey. You’re gonna yell it, now. Say. You are. My bad. Girl.”

  He spanked her again, she let out a moan, she didn’t want him to notice that she was completely his right now... that she was on the verge of coming again.

  Then he took her in his arms and stood up, never pulling out of her, fucking her hard, Zoe holding onto him, her body melting away, her sex dripping, the floor wet with their fluids.

  She was enveloped in him, holding him tight, his hard muscles supporting her weight, it was here. She scratched his back, his arms... she was done. He’d won.

  And she yelled hard. She exploded once again, holding on to him while he carried her.

  “I AM YOUR BAD GIRL, DAMIEN!”

  Damien put his forehead with hers, letting out a loud moan as she felt her insides being filled.

  A thick, warm fluid blasted inside her and combined with her own, both of their orgasms mixed in the dark bedroom.

  Afterward, just their ragged breath remained, and the heat of their bodies holding each other.

  ***

  They were both laying in silence, Damien looking up, Zoe holding him, face down.

  His heart was racing. That was the best thing that ever happened to me. His bear was quiet now, it was always growling for her, trying to mate her, but he knew he couldn’t do that. Not now, probably not ever.

  This place wasn’t safe. What could he do? He was the alpha, leader of the White Paws, he never thought to take a mate. It had worked well.

  Until now.

  Now he understood the price he set for himself. It was going to be more than he bargained for. Long distance relationship was out of the question. It was difficult enough for humans, for shifters it was an impossibility. Mates stay together, or they wither and die. You can’t argue with fate, you can’t argue with nature.

  “What are you thinking?” she asked.

  “Nothing,” he said.

  There was a momentary silence.

  “In case you’re wondering... I’m on the pill, you don’t have to worry.” Her tone was strange, almost as if she was afraid to say it, or embarrassed to admit that. He let out a smile.

  “Bear shifters know about... things,” he replied, “I... know you’re not ovulating.”

  Her eyes widened, “Really? You know that too?”

  Watching her reaction was funny in a charming way. He was amused, everything to her came as new and full of possibilities.

  “It’s like a subconscious thing, we pick up hormones and scents that let us know a lot of things, but we don’t do it consciously we just know... I know you’re healthy too.”

  “Damien!” she hit him in the shoulder, “of course I’m healthy, you thought I was going to do this if I wasn’t? I know some things, too.”

  “Oh really?” he said in a fake mocking tone, “Like what?”

  “Oh really, like what?” she imitated him, “well, for example, I know shifters are healthy too, if you know what I mean.”

  “No I don’t.”

  “You’re going to make me say it, right?” she said, rolling her eyes, “I know that shifters can’t carry weird diseases, okay? I knew we were both ‘safe’, so to speak.”

  “Very well, bad little girl.”

  She blushed.

  Damien smiled and continued, “I haven’t had sex like this in... in forever, I think. I don’t even have condoms here... what I’m trying to say is I’m glad I’m a shifter and you, well... I’m glad you’re you.”

  She kissed him in the cheek and turned, her head on the pillow.

  “Hey, you should know... I’m really not a bad girl, this just felt... different. I hadn’t been with anyone in quite a while.”

  He looked at her, “You were incredible... and I don’t judge—”

  “No, seriously. My last hookup was like, two years ago? I don’t know what happened tonight but... I guess we connected really really well.”

  Damien turned to her, “did you just say I’m a hookup? Seriously, being used for sex is not my idea of a romantic night.” he said with feigned indignation.

  “Oh, sorry, I know you bear shifters are such softies deep inside, I should’ve known my words would hurt you.”

  “Okay now you’re being racist! Shifters have feelings too!”

  “I am not! Gosh, somebody help me, this ranger-bear-shifter-guy is trying to drive me nuts! What I’m saying is that shifters are not exactly known for being sweet and romantic, and this night was great okay? I still kind of like you anyway, buddy.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay? Great.”

  “Yes. Tomorrow. You and me. Dinner.”

  “It’s fine, I’m just joking!”

  “Are you rejecting my formal invitation for dinner?”

  “What? No, it’s—”

  “It’s settled then. Tomorrow we dine like shifters don’t.”

  And that was it for him. He shouldn’t have invited her out, especially not if she was the reason his bear was going crazy inside. He knew full well she was going to leave, and he wouldn’t mate her, for her safety, and the sake of his duty. Oh no sir, he wouldn’t mate her. He messed up. He was doing everything he promised himself he wouldn’t do. But he looked forward to it.

  Chapter 7

  The door cracked open, waking Zoe.

  “Good morning, sweets.” Damien said energized, fully awake, and looking ready to run a marathon. She put
a cover over her head and groaned, this was much too early!

  I must look like a post-apocalypse survivor, she thought.

  “Morning,” she said from beneath the sheets, her voice still groggy and drained from last night’s “exercise”. And what an exercise!

  “I brought you breakfast,” he said. That woke her enough to finally realize that the awesome smell was not in her dream, fading into nothing. She composed herself and sat on the bed.

  “Don’t get up, don’t get up,” he said, placing a tray next to her. “I have to leave, there’s some.... pending business due to yesterday’s encounter, I wanted to let you sleep so I didn’t wake you.”

  “You already ate?” she asked, her voice sounding like a cartoon chicken with a bad case of the flu, definitely far less sexy than she intended. She cleared her throat and took the tray, there were several dishes there and the smell was absolutely enthralling. She realized she was starving, she hadn’t eaten since yesterday!

  “I made you bacon and eggs, put some veggies in there so it’s not all fat and protein. I don’t know what you like, so I made you a little bit of everything, toast, here’s the orange juice, careful not to spill it... there’s more downstairs if you want.”

  She was almost in shock, this was much more than she expected, it looked like a cereal commercial, where they have full breakfast like this and pretend it’s normal and say “part of a balanced diet”, ignoring how people like her just straight up serve a bowl or two of the thing and that’s it.

  “Damien, you made all of this yourself? It’s too much!”

  “Don’t worry, you don’t have to eat it all—”

  “No, I mean, too much as in ‘thanks a lot, no one's ever done this for me before’ way, not in the ‘I’m a bitch, you made too much food, I’m not pleased’ way” she mumbled, “no, but really... thank you, this looks amazing” she said and his eyes just shone with happiness.

  “Glad you like it,” he said and turned to the door, “I’ll see you in the afternoon, around four or five, that okay?”

  “Yes, that’s perfectly okay.”

  “You need to rest a little bit more, I know your wounds are much better today, you proved that yesterday evening,” he said with a wink, “just please, don’t go off the HQ perimeter.”

  She made a funny face, “in English?”

  He cleared his throat. “Just don’t go exploring outside the trail, at least for now, not until we make sure the Rot is really gone.”

  She shivered when she heard that word.

  “You mean there’s still danger?”

  “Not in our area, not on the trail. Make yourself comfortable in the house, if you need more meds, remember to go down to the comms tower, it’s a ten, fifteen minute walk from here, nothing bad will happen to you, you have my word.”

  She felt much better. Her stomach grumbled and she instantly blushed, her eyes dropping to the floor.

  “You should eat it before it gets cold,” he said laughing.

  “I’d like to shower and change, can I go get my stuff from the car, or should I wait?”

  “We’re checking again near your camp, just to see if there’s anything weird, we could pick up your stuff and bring it here.”

  “That would be awesome! I just need the green suitcase, I have everything I need there. Ignore everything else, it’s a mess, I left in kind of a hurry.”

  Damien smiled, taking her keys from the bureau.

  “I’ll tell Maverick to bring you your stuff, he’s headed that way.”

  “Thanks, Damien.”

  “All right then, have a great day,” he said walking out of the bedroom, taking a look back at her at her for a second, and leaving.

  ***

  Damien walked the trail down to the headquarters, it was a wonderful morning. This was one of his favorite moments in the day: strolling just before the sun arose, cool air still lingering, dew on the leaves and ground.

  He walked up the steps of the comms tower, Mav was there already, eyes on his cell phone as always, his face reflecting the blueish tint of the small screen. The smell of coffee filling the room.

  “Morning Mav, how you doing?”

  Mav looked up, face still half asleep.

  “Waiting for my morning drug,” he said, pointing at the coffee-maker.

  “Great, we have work to do, I don’t want you to miss anything.”

  “Boss, you know I never miss anything.”

  The coffee maker rang a soft bell, the coffee was ready. Damien took the jar, served a yellow mug and said “you take it black, right?” passing it to Mav.

  “Sure,” he said, arching his brow. “Well someone’s in a good mood today! I can see why tho’, you haven’t stopped looking at that girl Zoe since yesterday.”

  Damien’s smile faded.

  “Stop it you fucker, can’t I be nice for one moment before you start interrogating me?”

  Mav laughed.

  “I’m not gonna complain, boss, I was just saying.”

  “You know what we have to do today, right?”

  “Sure”

  They walked down the trail, away from the perimeter. Bear shifters —they were told— emitted a pheromone that lower animals could sense. Since the whole clan was living in a determinate area in the forest, the pheromone concentrated there in a half-mile radius mostly, fading quickly after that. The rot avoided places like that, the punctures happened deep in the forest, that’s why they were there, alone.

  Each member of the clan had an area to take care of, their pheromones attaching to all things natural as they passed by. Most times, they went off for days, going as far as they could before picking up the scent of another shifter. That was the only way to make sure that everything was fine.

  “It’s weird,” he thought out loud.

  Mav turned to him, “what’s weird?”

  Damien kept walking, still thinking, then replied.

  “I was thinking it’s weird that the Rot punctured an area so close to the trail, it must have been a weak spot or something.”

  “It just didn’t expect for someone to be there at that time, if you continued your round it would’ve passed undetected for a while. After all the mess with your girl—”

  “Wait, my girl? What’s up with that?”

  “Well I, you know, err, don’t it—”

  “Make sense, man, now.”

  “I mean, the girl you brought to the HQ, aren’t you gonna mate her?”

  Damien stopped, turning to him. “Her name is Zoe, she’s not my girl, and she definitely isn’t my mate.”

  “Yeah boss that’s what I meant, the girl who’s on her own and you brought back, wounded.”

  “Okay, so, what’s up with that?”

  “It was an opportunity the Rot couldn’t pass up, you know? You had already went on your way so no shifter would be around, a girl is coming back, alone, it probably thought it could feed off her, get stronger, and spread faster or something, I don’t know I’m just throwing ideas, see what sticks.”

  “If that’s how it works now, we’ll have to be more careful. I dealt with it as always, hope it learns its lesson.”

  “You can’t teach cancer a lesson, you just kick it in the balls as hard as you can.”

  “You have to give it to her though, a thornbush got her leg and when I got to her she could talk normal. Enzo said her recovery was incredible, even for a shifter it would’ve been incredible.”

  “It was, she got lucky you were around.”

  “I’m the one that was lucky,” Damien said to himself.

  Mav looked at him, not saying a word.

  Damien felt his gaze and looked back at him, “What?”

  Maverick laughed, “nothing, boss, I thought I heard something is all.”

  The boss had found his mate, he just didn’t know it yet.

  ***

  Zoe took a while finishing her breakfast. Every bite she took was delicious, but it’s just bacon and eggs! she continually told hers
elf. It tasted different somehow, she was sure this was not one of those off the shelf brands she usually got on the supermarket. This was the real deal, organic, unmodified by hormones or whatever they put in them.

  She turned on the TV and wasn’t that surprised to find Damien had an Internet TV streaming service. Of course he had to have one, she thought, happily amused.

  She looked at the featured movies and series, but couldn’t find anything that interested her, so she turned it off, opened the curtains, and got blinded by the outside light.

  The room had a huge window opposite the entrance door, parallel to the bed. The scenery was amazing: great pine trees towering around the house, the sun reaching out to her, warming her body, and just below her, the backyard, a garden that seemed straight out of a magazine or artist’s home. She knew he told her it was designed by someone else, Raiden, he called him? but to keep it like this must have taken a great deal of care. So you’re not a complete barbarian, Mister Damien Black, you just look like one.

  She could use her leg almost normally now, walking hurt a little but nothing she couldn’t handle. It was getting late, and she was bored. She’d wash the dishes and find something to do after.

  Outside the room, in the morning light, the cabin looked even bigger than it seemed yesterday. It had high ceilings. The decoration was minimalistic, everything in the house had its place, the rustic feeling combined with the minimal decor made the house look especially clean and cozy, she could relax in there just doing nothing.

  She could see the entire living room area while walking down the stairs, some pictures above the chimney, hardwood floor and square-shaped furniture, contrasting the more natural, asymmetric elements everywhere else.

  She went inside the kitchen and a sudden burst of pain flared up in her right foot. She supported herself on the kitchens island, careful not to step hard just like she had done so a second ago. She was so immersed in Damien’s home, what it told her about him, that she forgot about her messed up leg. Dumb, dumb, dumb, she scorned herself, rubbing her foot.

  After a minute or two, she continued, the pain mostly gone. She cleaned the dishes quickly and put them on the draining board. She didn’t want to open any of the cupboards, it wasn’t her home, she didn’t want to look like she was snooping.