Shifting Impulse: A BBW Bear-Shifter Romance (Complete Edition - Books 1-3)

by Aurora Woodlove

  One moment she looked at the bear, and the other the bear backed away. She heard bones snapping before she saw limbs contorting. Fur receded and gave way to clear bare skin. Arms and legs appeared and the wide chest and muscles she knew so well by now came back. The last part of him to change was his head. His dark curly hair formed and then the head resized, the nuzzle shrank into the aquiline nose she knew so well, and the man who was starting to get under her skin appeared.

  His liquid-green eyes were so intent on her it gave her chills. He didn’t say anything. He just started walking in her direction and her skin came alive. Her trance was interrupted by his nakedness and the erection he didn’t bother hiding. A bead of liquid made its way on the head of his cock and the moonlight reflected in it. Anna’s heart was already beating erratically, not seeming to have found its normal rhythm, threatening to break the cage her chest formed around it.

  Afraid, angry yet excited at the same time, Anna lifted her hand to touch his chest. She had lost her voice at the sight of the enormous bear, and in spite of her efforts to say something, words never came out of her open mouth. Instead, Adam’s tongue violently found hers and kissed her with the same pressure a bear that size could press without breaking her. Rough was not the proper word to describe the kiss, but unable to come up with something better, her hands boldly started their exploration.

  This version of Adam was uninhibited and wild. She knew she should be afraid of him hurting her, but it didn’t matter. It thrilled her to be at the mercy of such a virile, capable lover. It made her insides hot with desire, and she hoped he would act on the promise of a night to remember that burnt in his eyes after he changed into a man.

  He cupped her chin and with the other hand he grabbed her hair. A loud growl came out of his throat and he focused on her lower lip, biting it with enough force for her to realize how much he was holding back.

  “Be mine,” he whispered. “I need… to be inside of you.” The way he panted made it hard for her to understand what he said, but her body understood. She was so hot and turned on that not even the cold night could make her not want to get naked with him. She unzipped her jacket while he helped her out of her jeans. He gave an appreciative laugh as he noticed the absence of panties, and he kneeled in front of her, gripping her hips and bringing them closer to him. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but she gasped and jumped in surprise as he positioned his tongue at the same level with her pelvis and licked her already wet folds. As perverse as that felt and looked, it didn’t last long. She was disappointed when he stopped but that didn’t last long either.

  He pulled her on top of his thighs, furiously impaling her with his length. He let out a growl that resounded in the silence of the forest. The animal in him was out. With that little preparation, she wasn’t ready for the intrusion, and it hurt as his cock went all the way inside her. He dipped his head and nose in the crook of her neck, licking and whispering something she didn’t understand. Being held like that, in such a tight grip, and being slammed into him, her body pushed up and down, gliding on his manhood, increasing the friction, and her walls were getting slicker.

  Her breasts bounced in the dizzying rhythm of their possessive dance, her nipples serving to arouse him even more as they scratched his chest.

  His thrusts increased in violence and speed, and the pain of her knees touching the ground grew. By the way his abdomen flexed and tensed, he was close. As he abandoned himself in his mate, Adam felt like it was the most natural thing in the world and he had been extremely stupid for not trusting the bear inside him. His mate was so soft and warm that he could stay like this for a long time. He pumped into her with all the restraint he was capable of. The pressure he felt in his knees was gone, replaced by the primal need to pour himself in her, and his fangs started to elongate without his permission. All his body was governed by the need to find release. To relieve the pressure in his cock and to scratch his teeth on her skin, to claim his female. Her scent combined with him was an aphrodisiac cocktail he used to fuel his strength.

  Her hands were holding on to him, one pulling his hair and the other scratching his back. He felt her scratching him as she climaxed but it didn’t hurt, oddly it gave him a sense of pleasure he had never felt before. He was too close to the edge to feel or hear anything else than her hot breath on his neck and the animalistic sounds that came out of her mouth as she moaned louder than she had ever before. He tried to let go and allow his orgasm to smash into her, to ruin her for all other men, but release didn’t come. His bear knew what was wrong and it had been nagging him at the back of his head ever since he first thrust in her but he had refused to listen.

  Images of Anna on all fours flooded his mind. He was too lost in the sensations their coupling offered to even attempt to speak, so he only lifted his pelvis and flipped her in the position he wanted, without breaking contact. Anna let out a yelp of surprise followed by a prolonged moan. His speed and agility in handling his mate amazed him even more that it did her. He buried himself into her, mounting her, pulling her hair and thrusting into her with everything he had. He was so entranced by their bodies slamming one into the other that he didn’t even feel his bear taking control of him. His fangs elongated, his claws followed, and pure bliss overtook him as rivers of his seed shot into the welcoming chamber inside her.

  A desperate roar like nothing Anna had ever heard before brought her back from the peaks of her orgasm. Her body was assaulted by sensations she didn’t recognize. A throbbing pain in the muscle of her right shoulder, and something stinging hot on her stomach. The strain of his thick cock and hot seed invading her womb was something she recognized and was grateful for. It meant Adam was satisfied too.

  Adam’s release also started clearing his blurred mind. The taste and smell of blood was everywhere, and his claws followed by his fangs retracted slowly. He had bitten her.

  The one thing he couldn’t stop himself from doing was touching her, rubbing her skin. He didn’t know why he was doing it, but he was only obeying his bear’s command of comforting his mate. He noticed that she was now kneeling, but not on all fours. He was keeping her from moving, his right hand on her stomach and the other one on her neck. He was still hard inside of her and his bear was ready for another round. He didn’t know how things were between them, and he wasn’t ready to ask her. He might not like the answer, so he buried his head in her shoulder to lick the place oozing with blood. She arched her back and moaned with satisfaction. He grabbed her left breast and squeezed until another moan gave him the signal to go again.

  She was amazed that he was ready to go again. Once he touched her breast and licked the aching shoulder she was too. How many times could he go? How many could she?

  He thrust into her again as if waiting for permission to continue. She used her hand to let him know and she couldn’t believe how fast the pressure built and how close to release both of them were. He fingered her clitoris once, twice and the third time was magical as they found their release together, her body turning to jelly.

  They stayed like that for a few moments, then Anna broke the silence. “I’m cold, Adam.”

  He didn’t want to break their contact, but he knew she was right. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he helped her stand and collected her clothes. It was difficult for her to stand, even more challenging to walk, and Adam seemed to sense that as he collected her clothes, then came back to her and scooped her up in his arms. He was warm, and being skin on skin was something she could grow used to. She was thankful he didn’t talk. It made it easy for her to fall into a deep sleep.

  As he walked back to his car, Adam listened to his mate’s steady breath. She was sleeping in his arms. He decided this was a moment that gave his bear great comfort. He had fucked her thoroughly and by biting her he promised to give her everything. More nights of pure release and ecstasy. Cubs, stability, loyalty and protection. He hoped that was enough to make her happy.

  The night was not over. His plan was to
get her to his house, prepare a hot bath, wake her up, clean both of them, feed her and take her again. It sounded like a good plan to his bear.

  Birds chirping, engines purring, Adam’s masculine fragrance and delicious food woke Anna up the next morning. Her head was struggling to adapt to the whole different range of sensations being thrown at it. Was there something wrong with her?

  The tray in the kitchen contained a king-size portion of omelet, steamed vegetables, chocolate cake and black coffee. Just what she needed. And a note. “Welcome to your new life, baby. Your senses are quite heightened, it’s just the transition. Relax. You’re going to be fine. I haven’t left you. You’ve tattooed your smell on my skin and if you try you can even find me. I love you and I’m grateful for the chance you’ve given me. I’m just going to the office and I’ll be back by one.”

  Anna smiled happily. She loved him too.

  THE END

  Celine and the Bear

  (Shifting Impulse Book 2)

  Copyright © 2015 by Aurora Woodlove

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  CHAPTER ONE

  “Whoever said Friday 13th was the most unlucky day of the year was definitely right!” Ryan cursed.

  “I have to agree with you on that. You know I don’t believe in superstitions, but I don’t think this day can get any worse than this,” Adam replied, combing his hair with his fingers in frustration.

  Ryan huffed. “Man, if playing darts can’t help, nothing can!”

  It was Friday night on a hot July evening. Well, as hot as it got in North Bloom Lake, one of those four season places in the world. You know, the one with freezing-your-ass-off-snow-shoveling-for-fun winters and I-need-shade-and-ice-cream-now summers. Now you know.

  Ryan Ford and his twin brother, Adam, were chilling out playing darts and pool like they did every two weeks for a few hours. Friday was the only night off they took, which was one of the busiest they had. They didn’t take every Friday off, just two a month. This was because they needed to remind themselves they are more than their job and others can manage without them on those two evenings every month. Shifting Impulse was one of their favorite places in town. They had been going there at least once a month for years now and they knew the manager, the bouncers, the bartenders, the DJs and some of the regulars.

  It was an oddly-crowded evening and that said a lot about the number of tourists visiting their area. They had various reasons to come. One of the most frequent was spending quality family time up in the mountains, but there were also hiking up to the lake, going bird-watching, camping and the like.

  There was something in the air. Ryan had sniffed it ever since they came in. A feminine aroma. Flowery. Fresh like a bud daring to show the world its colors and enrich the air with its fragrance.

  They say flowers make people happier. Ryan agreed with that. As a bear shifter, his highly sensitive senses, nose especially, helped him protect himself and the ones he cared about. That wasn’t the only way that part of his face helped him deal with life. Being in nature reminded both Ryan and his brother of their mother. They were very young when she died but they had shifter genes so they had quite vivid memories of that time. They remembered the lessons she taught them in the forest. How to select the berries that were edible, how to mark their territory, how to fish in the creeks, how to express their feelings and communicate in bear form. Those were the things they remembered, but there had been other things as well.

  Flowers always triggered melancholy in him. Melancholy and heartache. His office at the main restaurant he and his brother owned and managed was always filled with fresh flowers that were in season. His secretary had been instructed to take care of that every week. At first she had been confused as to why such a mountain of a guy wanted to be surrounded by flowers, but then Ryan took care of the problem by spreading the rumor that it was a new business strategy he wanted to try in order to attract more women to their restaurants. They owned a chain of restaurants not only in North Bloom Lake, but in several cities around the country. European Mix, their business, had been a family dream for as long as they remembered. Their mother’s dream to be more precise. Their father worked real hard after their mother disappeared to get his mind off his wife. He found some of the best chefs in the country and persuaded them to work together to create a menu that would remind everyone of their European roots. It proved to be a bold move with little success in the beginning but after some years when the twins got involved in the decisions, Ryan’s intuition for modern ways of attracting customers and Adam’s financial strategies combined with their father’s management transformed the place.

  After three rounds of darts, all of which he lost, Ryan couldn’t take it anymore. The most annoying part of the whole situation was that he felt something was up with his twin brother as well. Had he smelled the same fragrance? Was that the reason his bear kept sending him mixed signals? His bother wasn’t focusing on the game either. He was fighting his instincts. The link they shared as twins was strengthened by their non-human genes, the shifter genes they inherited from their mother. This was why they could sense what the other felt.

  The woman was still there and the aroma of lilies was overwhelming. It was only a woman. What was it about her that drove him crazy? He went to the bar for another beer and there she was. Right opposite the bar there were bright orange modular couches and glass coffee tables between them. A cheerful group of about twenty people sat in a circle around a girl who was encouraged to blow the candle shaped like a number. So she was twenty-eight.

  “Happy birthday, dear Celine!” they all chanted in unison. He noticed Janet, one of his favorite bartenders and close friend, in the crowd of people. They must be friends, he thought.

  Ryan knew the moment he set his eyes on her that the curvy, blushing birthday girl in the middle of the group was the source of the maddening fragrance that had been driving him crazy for the past hour. He didn’t know what it was about her that lured him to her, but he was willing to try. After all, he hadn’t been with a woman in years now. While not being with a woman might not be a problem for his brother, Ryan’s bear was set on reminding him of women and children at least a few times a week. Ryan thought the animal was clearly going nuts for some reason. It wanted to run free more often too. Dreams about roaming the forest haunted his nights and flashes of cubs paraded in front of his eyes whenever he saw a woman with curves in all the right places. It was even worse when he saw a pregnant woman. His heart would go into overdrive and the anger he felt made him look and feel like a madman.

  That was the reason Ryan almost lived at the restaurant and spent all his free time at the gym these days. His gym buddies tried to hook him up with their single friends but given that being in the company of women made him react like a crazed animal - which of course he was - it hadn’t been the best idea.

  Only his brother managed to get him to a public place. He said it did him good to be around new people from time to time. The proximity of his brother helped with the anger and anxiety.

  Taking a sip of the obscure local unfiltered beer that Matt, the owner of SI, sold as a favor to him, Ryan watched Celine giggle and chat with her girlfriends who had gathered around her to hug and congratulate her. It was clear that his bear had set its eyes on her, but Ryan didn’t trust the animal. It was one thing to agree with the animal on who was honest at a business meeting and another completely different to listen to it when it came to a woman. The animal seemed to be attracted to any woman with wide welcoming hips and large lush breasts, so it couldn’t really be trusted.
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br />   What Ryan couldn’t understand was his own human fascination about this woman. Her delightful aroma, her cheerful, timid smile and big brown eyes suddenly staring into his eyes. When that happened, he expected his bear to flood his mind with pictures of babies.

  He waited.

  Nothing happened.

  He only felt serenity.

  It only took that one moment for their eyes to meet to make his bear bow his head in submission to the gorgeous woman staring at him. His bear’s behavior was no surprise to Ryan as it did strange things all the time. Visibly embarrassed, the woman blushed and looked away.

  This is my cue. I’m going to go and talk to her. Without a clear idea of what to say, he headed to the sofas. He was confident in his abilities to start and keep a conversation. He was an expert now. He had been practicing since he was fourteen. He had accompanied his father to business meetings and negotiations since he could remember. It had all become official when he was fourteen and his father started asking his opinion on different aspects. He was the general manager of the European Mix chain of restaurants all over the US at the moment, but that wasn’t the job he officially got when he was eighteen. He had worked his way up the corporate ladder as they say. Working as a waiter was humiliating, but it helped him and his brother learn to deal with people and earn their respect at the same time. He had refined his people skills over time and he could adapt to any situation. Even the one he found himself in now.

  She was on the far end of the sofas, standing with a glass of wine in her hand, leaning on one of the sofas. She was alone, staring at him. “Celine, right?” he said as he tilted his head a bit to the right.