Bear Mountain Baby: Shifter Romance (Bear Mountain Shifters)

by Sky Winters

  Boris’s orgasm came as soon as hers did, the sight of her cumming was always enough to drive Boris wild. With a grunt and a heave, Boris unloaded himself into her, filling her with his cum, his face clenched in a tight expression of masculine pleasure. Moan’s orgasm finished along with his, and holding himself in her for a few moments longer, he took several deep breaths, regaining his stamina before collapsing to her side, both of their chests heaving.

  “Not a bad way to start the day,” said Mona, after a time, her fingernails dancing on Boris’s hard, smooth chest.

  “Definitely worth skipping breakfast,” said Boris, a roguish smirk on his lips, his hair tussled and draped over his forehead.

  “Hey, we can fuck and have time for breakfast. I’m the Alpha, remember?”

  “I suppose you’re right,” he said, the smile still on his face.

  In the months since Mona took command of the pack, things changed drastically. Her first command was to begin the ceasing of the wolf clan’s involvement in the drug trade. This decision was met with relief among the pack, who were chafing under Giovanni’s lawlessness. But the decision was more difficult to put into practice than she thought; Giovanni had made the pack an integral hub in the Manhattan heroin and cocaine trade, and pulling them out of it involved a crash course in diplomacy. Many of the dealers that she met with took the news poorly before figuring a pregnant woman who had only recently ascended to the position of Alpha would be easy to strong arm back into dealing, but a quick graze of a claw across the face was enough to set even the most hardened kingpin straight. Soon, she had the respect of the underworld and they all understood that she wasn’t one to be trifled with.

  The situation with the bears was less certain. After the attack by Giovanni, the bear’s ranks were severely depleted. And Dima, the Alpha, and the rest of the leaders fleeing at the first sign of danger did little to instill faith in the leadership of the clan. On top of everything, those who did remain had a hard time trusting the wolves. Though it was understood that the pack was to follow their Alpha to the bitter end, many bears still didn’t trust the wolves, despite the truce that had been agreed upon after Giovanni’s death.

  Boris explained the situation with Melanie, his former love, to Mona. She was hurt by his betrayal, thinking that he only was using her for his own ends, but after Boris explained what Giovanni had done to his ex-girlfriend, how he had stolen her away from Boris, and set into motion the sequence of events that would lead to her death, she began to understand. Mona knew that her brother had hurt many during his time as Alpha of the pack, and that Boris would seek revenge was something that she could understand. But his betrayal had cut her deeply, and they swore to each other to never deceive the other again. And over time, their trust for one another was as strong as it could hope to be.

  The baby that grew inside of Mona was another issue. It was a source of joy for the couple, certainly, but they found themselves thinking of the future of the child, and what sort of life it would live as the joining of two species of shifters.

  Giovanni’s warning also hung heavy in their minds. None of the other members of the wolf pack knew what sort of strange outside power he spoke about. They said that he had grown paranoid as time went on, fearing threats that didn’t exist. Mona and Boris wondered if this power was something they needed to fear, or if it was just another one of Giovanni’s paranoid delusions.

  Either way, though they were happy, the future for them was anything but certain.

  A knock at the door snapped the couple out of their post-coital bliss.

  “Were you expecting someone?” asked Mona, jumping out of bed and throwing on clothes.

  “I was about to ask you the same thing,” he replied, now out of bed and stepping into a pair of jeans.

  Their eyes narrowed, the now-dressed pair rushed down the stairs of Mona’s Nolita home and arrived at the door just as another series of knocks sounded. Opening the door, they were greeted with the sight of Sana and Awa, each holding a small, wrapped present in.

  “We are sorry to come by unannounced, but we wanted to bring by a couple of gifts for the parents-to-be,” said Sana, her face warm.

  “Of course, come in,” said Boris.

  The pair entered, looking around.

  “Your home looks much nicer now that it is no longer a, ah, drug den,” said Awa, noting the clean state of the house.

  “Thanks,” said Boris. “Amazing what not having wild drug-dealing parties will do for a place.”

  A moment passed.

  “Well, the first gift is a tea set,” said Sana. “Shall we have a round?”

  “Yeah, that sounds nice,” said Mona, gesturing to a small table near a large, sunny window.

  The group sat down, aside from Awa, who stepped into the kitchen to prepare the tea.

  “This must be an exciting time for you,” said Sana, her eyes on Mona’s stomach, now round with pregnancy.

  “’Exciting’ could be one way to describe it,” said Boris, sitting back and crossing his legs.

  “Yes, this is a strange time for our people,” said Sana. “As I’m sure you’ve guessed, the conflict between the wolves and the bears was watched carefully by the tiger elders. And now that something of a peace has been achieved, their eyes are now on the woman who made it happen.”

  Awa returned, setting the small teacups, which were white and decorated with vaguely African drawings of tigers, in front of each of the group.

  “I figured that something like that was going on,” said Mona, taking the steaming teacup with the tips of her fingers. “Having this much attention on me isn’t something I’m used to yet.”

  “I am afraid that is your new reality,” said Awa, sitting down. “The Alphas of our people can’t make a move that is not followed by the eyes of every ladder-climber among our kind.”

  “Yeah, no kidding,” said Boris, as though speaking from experience.

  A silence descended on the group. Awa and Sana shared a look, as though each was preparing to broach a difficult subject.

  “Well, ah, as you know, your baby is not just any child,” said Sana, setting down her teacup.

  “No kidding,” said Boris.

  “You have guessed as much already,” said Awa. “But your child is the first cross-clan baby that will have been born since the first arrival of our people to New York. It was outlawed for a time, but the rules have since gone lax.”

  “Illegal? Why?” asked Mona.

  “Without getting into the gory details,” said Sana, “it was determined that mixing the blood of our kind provoked too much in the way of conflict. Too many babies were born who had no clear loyalty between the clans. A hybrid of a tiger and a wolf, for example, will never be sure which clan she belongs to.”

  “Yeah,” said Boris. “That’s something we’d thought about. But what happened to the hybrids before, then?”

  “All we know is that they left the city to make their own way,” continued Sana. “Some think they went off to the old countries, others think they went to one of the other major cities in this country. But no one knows for sure.”

  Sana and Awa finished their tea with a pair of tossed-back swigs.

  “We have taken up enough of your day,” said Awa, rising from the table along with Sana. “We simply wanted to give you our well-wishes for the future.”

  “Thank you,” said Mona, accepting a hug from Sana. “For everything.”

  Boris and Mona led the two to the door, the sun setting in the city beyond, the sky cast in brilliant, swirling oranges and purples.

  “There are strange times coming, friends,” said Sana. “Enjoy the peace while it lasts. And know that you have friends in Harlem.”

  More thank-yous were exchanged, and Boris and Mona bid Sana farewell.

  “There was something strange about them today,” said Mona.

  “Stranger, you mean?”

  Mona jabbed Boris playfully.

  “You know what I mean.”

>   “No, you’re right. It seemed like there was something going on that they weren’t telling us.”

  “Exactly.”

  A moment passed, and Boris slipped his arm around Mona’s shoulder.

  “Are you scared?” she asked.”

  “Maybe a little. Who knows what the future will hold,” he said, looking off into the city sky. “But I do know that whatever comes, we can take it together.”

  Mona said nothing. She knew that as the Alpha, she would have to be strong beyond what she thought she was capable of. But she knew Boris was right- together, they could do anything.

  THE END

  Preview of Bear Mountain Bride

  It’s the ones you’d take a bullet for, that pull the trigger.

  Tessa and Lucas, had been blissfully married for 15 years. When she finds out he has been dealing meth and hooking up with younger women, her world comes crashing down. She quickly files for a divorce, and Lucas decides to make Tessa’s life a living hell.

  Single, scared, and alone, Tessa finds herself under the protection of a mysterious bear pack. And when Lucas ups the ante, Tessa learns that this isn’t a mere pack of bears—it’s a pack of shifters.

  The pack and its leader, the handsome Atticus, have been charged with keeping the woods of Bear Mountain safe. Will Tessa be able to escape the threat of Lucas and help the shifters of Bear Mountain keep their word?..... READ BEAR MOUNTAIN BRIDE HERE

  Chapter 1

  Tessa Henderson never grew tired of the way the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows of her cabin on Bear Mountain. Even after a year, when she and her husband Lucas decided to finally leave the city behind and spend the rest of their lives in peaceful seclusion, she still loved waking up to the gentle dappling of sunlight at the end of her and Lucas’s bed. First, it would play through the leaves of the trees that shaded their cozy cabin, the light shifting as the wind poured over the branches. As the morning went on and the sun rose above the tree line, the sun would flood in on brilliant golden beams.

  Tossing the earth-toned blanket from her body, Tessa rose from the bed to open a window and let the pleasant, warm air fill the room. The subtle scent of lavender mixed with the clean, fresh morning breeze. This was her favorite time of year, when the last frost of winter became a distant memory and the sunlight grew warmer by the day, the plants and trees coming out of their long hibernation- spring was almost here. She pulled at the hem of a thin, white t-shirt that showed off her full breasts and barely covered her pair of black lace panties. This was her favorite outfit to sleep in.

  Tessa looked at the bed with longing, wishing that Lucas was still in it. Something about these warm, sunny mornings made her want to waste the hours away in bed with her husband, but he rose even earlier than she did. More and more, Tessa found herself waking up alone in bed, her arm moving longingly over the sheets where Lucas would lay.

  A thud sounded through the cabin, snapping Tessa out of her morning daydream and alerting her that Lucas was home. Checking her phone on the nightstand, she saw that it wasn’t even eight yet.

  “Baby, is that you?” asked Tessa, calling through the open bedroom door.

  “Yeah, it’s me,” Lucas said, his gruff, manly voice carrying through the home.

  Tessa smiled, happy that he was back. She moved with slinky steps towards the living room, her long chocolate-colored hair mussed from sleep. Entering the kitchen, she saw Lucas, his large, muscular body bare from the waist up, and his tanned, sculpted torso glistening with sweat from his morning’s work. His sandy blond hair hit his strong, defined jaw and his light blue jeans hung from his hips, showing off the full span of his strong, tight abs.

  Upon seeing Tessa, his green eyes widened slightly and Tessa watched as his gaze tracked along the curves of her body.

  “Where were you?” Tessa asked, crossing one slim ankle over the other as she leaned against the door frame.

  “Nowhere,” he said, as he poured himself a tall glass of water at the sink, his tone suggesting that he didn’t want to discuss the matter.

  But Tessa did. She knew that Lucas had always been an early riser, but throughout their marriage, there was a reason. He used to rise early to work on one of his wrought-iron sculptures. But since they moved, he was becoming more and more cagey about where he had been and what he had been doing.

  “Nowhere?”

  “Just into town to get some supplies- nothing you need to worry about.”

  He took a long draw from the glass of water, the soft-pointed triangle of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with each swallow.

  “I just don’t know why you need to go so early.”

  “To get it done, that’s why.”

  Lucas set the glass in the basin of the stainless-steel sink.

  “What difference does it even make?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” said Tessa, winding a delicate finger through her hair and coiling it, a playful smile spreading across her face. “I thought we could spend the morning together.”

  Lucas leaned against the counter, taking another look at Tessa.

  “Oh yeah?” he asked, getting the hint. “What’d you have in mind?”

  “I think you know.”

  With that, Tessa turned around and slinked back into the bedroom, pulling her shirt off and tossing it out into the living room, her nipples hard and taut. As she sat down on the bed, she heard Lucas’s heavy footfalls follow her into the bedroom, and within seconds, his tall, broad-shouldered frame was darkening the doorway.

  Even after a decade-and-a-half of marriage, Tessa still found Lucas to be the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. His sandy hair was wild and unruly, his green eyes were brilliant and always seemed to be narrowed in mischief, his nose was strong and slim, and his jaw was wide and square, set just below a set of sensual, full lips. A passionate, talented artist, he always had his pick of bohemian girls who invariably fell under his spell, and Tessa still couldn’t believe that she was the one he actually chose to wed.

  She looked at him with ravenous eyes as he stepped out of his heavy, brown boots.

  “Come here,” said Tessa, curling a finger towards him, her face half-obscured by a thick tress of hair.

  Lucas stepped towards her, nothing on his body but his jeans. When he closed the distance, Tessa placed her hands on his tight skin smooth and taut over his muscles. She began kissing his stomach, taking sweet pleasure in the feeling of his abs against her soft lips. Moving down, she paid special attention to his hip bones; she’d always loved the way they jutted out. Tessa inhaled while kissing him, taking in his rich, manly musk. As she continued, she moved her hands down and around, slipping her fingers underneath the waistband of his jeans and dragging the backs of her nails against his skin. She looked up at him with smiling eyes, building the anticipation for what was to come next.

  He moved one hand to the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair, the backs of his nails dragging against her skin, sending shivers along the length of her back. Tessa worked open the brushed gold button of his jeans, unfastening it and exposing the skin just above Lucas’s cock. She moved her lips down, kissing this newly visible skin as she pulled his jeans by the waist, moving her head back and away from his cock as it sprang free.

  Tessa couldn’t help but smile every time she saw Lucas’s cock. It was long and thick, smooth and delicious. She found herself often thinking of the first time they fucked that night long ago in the back of his car, a black Porsche Roadster that he inherited from an uncle and still drove to this day. She still remembered the feeling of him sliding into her after what seemed like hours of foreplay, the length of his cock entering her fully, forcing a long sigh from her lungs. And what she remembers most was thinking how perfectly he fit into her, as though his cock was made just for her.

  She never grew bored of it and now was no exception.

  Taking a long, hungry look at Lucas’s prick, Tessa began by stroking him along the base of his
shaft with her fingertips. She wanted to take all of him into her mouth right then, to let his length slide down her tongue and into her throat, but Tessa had long ago learned the value of making a man wait. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she tightened her grip, gently squeezing his balls as she stared up at him. Watching his face tighten, Tessa knew that he was ready for her to begin. And as she felt her mouth water as she looked down the length of his organ, she knew that she was ready, too.

  She began by kissing the head of his prick with gentle presses, her lips glossy and wet. Tessa focused on just his head at first, kissing along the ridge of his prick, paying special attention to his most sensitive areas as she continued to squeeze his balls. A quick grunt emerged from Lucas’s throat, and Tessa took this as a sign that she was on the right track. After years of learning just how to make this particular cock cum, she knew that she’d better be.

  Tessa kissed him along his substantial length, now moving her hand up to the head of his organ, caressing him as she kissed the taut skin of his erection, stopping only at his balls to suck and lick them before moving back up. After repeating this a few times, she knew that she was ready to taste him- to really taste him.

  Moving her lips back up to the tip, she opened wide, the corners of her lips pulled upwards in a smile of anticipation, and took him into her warm, wet mouth.

  Lucas groaned with pleasure as his cock slid into her, Tessa flicking his length with her tongue as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She stopped before she took his length fully down her throat, wrapping her lips into a tight seal around his shaft. Then, she began sliding her lips along his cock, gently lashing him with her tongue as she sucked, flashing her big, blue eyes up at him with a sensual gaze as she worked.