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

by Aurora Woodlove

  She didn't want to push it, so she went under the hot water, eager to experience what he had to offer.

  He touched her hand and she froze. She was vulnerable and didn't know how to react. It was the first time she ever took a shower with a man. She cast her eyes down and examined their toes. His feet were like paws next to her tiny plump toes. Her nails were bright purple, she had done them before going to work the previous day. Her nails gave her the confidence to face the world when she was down. And she had been down. She had thought he had left town and would never see him again. She had beaten herself down for not having asked him to stay. And now here she was, in his hotel room, under the shower with this naked gorgeous male shifter specimen. Yet she wasn't afraid of him. His imposing torso and height made her feel safe.

  He lifted her chin so she looked at him. "There's no place for shame here, beautiful. I'm going to kiss you," he said with that glint in his deep dark eyes that spoke about the lust he felt, but couldn't quite voice. He was good at showing it though. His eyes changed to the color of the murky abyss of the ocean. Before he could do anything, Janet lifted her arms and her whole body buzzed with enthusiasm as she hugged his neck, bringing it down to her level and kissed him like she needed air when she was going to drown. He groaned and pulled her into a merging embrace. He couldn't get her close enough.

  Her demanding kiss stirred the passion in him. His bear let out a low humming noise, a rattle that vibrated through both their bodies. She responded with a loud moan and remained glued to his lips, none of them able to be the one who broke the kiss. Water fell continuously from the shower and Janet couldn't breathe anymore. Her fingers were tangled in his wet hair and the water added a few degrees to their already burning bodies. She ached for him and his impressively, scary shaft only teased her even more. As she caught her breath, she looked into his now black eyes. "I'm afraid," she whispered. "This feels like the stupidest thing I've ever done. I feel I'm going to regret it tomorrow."

  Sean knew he was going to hurt her when he left, but he just couldn't be away from her. And now she was here, giving herself to him. All of her. As if he had done something to deserve it. He could only hope he could recover some day. Losing his mate like this would bring havoc on his life and his bear was going to be out of control for a good while, but he wasn't going to lose another woman to his secret. He would rather she thought he was an asshole than find out he was a shifter and send him into the depths of hell. "I'm going to make it so good you won't regret it, baby. Let's not talk about tomorrow. Let's just focus on this moment," he caressed her cheek and his hand found its way between her legs. Of course she was wet and ready. Her whole body opened like a flower bud to the sun when he was around her. She probably didn't realize how aroused she was, but he had and it had been torture for him to endure such a long time without touching her. Such sweet torture. But not anymore. Now he was here with her. "What I am going to do with you?" he murmured in her ear as he stroked her pussy lips and her clit.

  She moaned and closed her eyes for a second to enjoy the sensation building up in her center. "Whatever you want. I need you."

  "I've been having flashes of taking you from behind all day," he hummed as he stroked himself. Seeing a man touching himself next to her made Janet bite and lick her lower lip. Damn, this man was trouble.

  She looked him in the eye as much as she could with the water cascading over her face. "I've been thinking about this moment from the first time I met you so if you don't start doing dirty things to me soon, I might have to jump you," she giggled nervously, as she wiped her face.

  He stopped playing with her lady parts and spun her so fast that the brutality of it made her excited. Now that he was behind her and she couldn't guess his next moves, she trembled realizing she was at the mercy of a shifter who could break her. Literally snap her head and kill her if he got angry. She froze. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?" she said as he cupped both her breasts.

  Sean heard the fear in her question. That was a valid question for a man, but did she realize he was a shifter? "I'm not out to kill women in the shower if that's what you're afraid of." He kissed her right shoulder, still fondling her breasts. "If you're not in the mood for this, we can stop, baby. I'm not saying I like that, but if you're uncomfortable..."

  He didn't get to answer as she wrapped her hands around her breasts, hugging his arms too. "I'm only afraid I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow. I was referring to how blessed you were by Mother Nature in the equipment department," she laughed.

  He snorted and moved his hips. "I see..." he growled in her ear once again. Damn, he was so sexy when he used that voice. He let go of one of her breasts and guided his thick erection between her legs. "Spread your legs and bend over for me, gorgeous," he instructed and brushed his scruff on her shoulder. Touching her soothed both the animal and the man. His shaft was now rubbing on her pussy lips and her clit tingled. This teasing was killing her. "Do you like that?"

  She did as he asked and moaned instead of answering. She couldn't say much. Her brain had logged off and she was just a sensitive body trying to put all the new sensations in a safe box that she could enjoy later too. Yes, new. No man had taken his time to prepare her like this. Her body was beginning to relax and she placed her hands on the wall so she wouldn't fall. The pressure his actions built in her middle increased as he probed her entrance with two fingers. Twirling them inside of her felt intrusive at first, but his low hums and grunts reassured Janet and made her even more willing to open up to him.

  "You are so tight, baby. My dick is so hungry for you," he said as he replaced his fingers with the tip of his shaft. Being stretched more than ever was agonizing, but it lasted for so little and then he was all in. He waited a few seconds for her to get used to his size before moving. All she heard was her heart trying to get out of her body. She might be a big girl, but she was fit so that wasn't a problem. She spent most of her free time hiking and climbing. That wasn't the reason for her heart to want to burst out of her chest. He was the reason. His gentleness and the way he had kissed her. The way he was taking his time to make it good for her. She felt like someone finally got her. Someone finally figured her out and she didn't have to feel awkward anymore. She could be free. She could enjoy sex like she'd always dreamed. What snapped her out of her reverie was Sean's movement. Her pussy clenched onto emptiness. He went all the way out, only to go back in the next moment. And then completely out again. "Such a tease," she heard her low voice mumble.

  "What was that, gorgeous?" he inquired with a smile in his voice.

  He slammed into her harder this time and increased his thrusts. "You feel so good. So good, baby."

  Dirty talk got her closer to the release she desired. And closer.

  "Yeees..." she cried. He knew exactly what buttons to push to send her over the edge.

  Pumping her like there was no tomorrow made Sean feel like he could handle this relationship. It felt right. Like never before. Claim her. The thought crawled into his mind. An itch in his teeth and an increasing desire to bite her tortured him and fueled his rhythm. More and more intense. More and more animalistic. He didn't know how long he was going to last. His emotions were all over the place and the collar he had on his bear was tight. He tried to control his human body so as not to hurt her and by the way she moaned and touched herself he got that she was more than okay. He also tried to restrain his inner bear and keep him from taking over Sean's mind and biting her.

  His attempt to keep his emotions at bay was failing. He was close to breaking down.

  The walls around his heart cracked a bit more with every thrust.

  His mate trusted him.

  Crack.

  His mate came back to him.

  Crack.

  She wanted him.

  Crack.

  She was here with him.

  The dam burst and he roared, taken aback by the unexpected orgasm. He spilled himself into her again and again. She wasn't bent over anymor
e. She was standing straight now. One of her arms was snaked around his neck and she turned her upper body to kiss him. Her ragged breath and the confused look on her face told him she had felt it too. The vibration that shook his body as he orgasmed and everything went black. It had felt like his heart had all of a sudden a vibration field of its own. Like a satellite.

  "What was that? Did you feel it?" she asked as her voice shook.

  He hugged her closer. He was going to commit this moment to memory. Being connected to his mate like this felt like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Their bodies still connected, he didn't want to let her go. He wanted to keep her like this forever, but the hot water now hurt his extra sensitive skin. "I don't know what that was, but it sure felt liberating."

  Yeah, liberating. That was a good word. Like a huge boulder had been lifted off his shoulders.

  "Let's wash up, I'm still hungry for you."

  CHAPTER NINE

  Janet woke up in Sean's hotel room. It was icy cold and she was nude, covered only with wrinkled sheets. The sun was up and the light bothered her sensitive eyes, so she refused to open them. She was hugging her pillow, like always. A familiar, really arousing and masculine aroma filled her nostrils and enveloped her in a safe cocoon. It took her a minute to figure out where she was, why she was so cold in the peak of summer and most importantly why she was naked.

  Sean. The smoking-hot shifter she was falling for. Yes, she was. As terrifying as it was, she had to admit he made her feel all sorts of inadequate and bothered. She forced her eyes to open, rolled over and covered herself more in hopes of getting warm. She wasn't one of those people who slept nude, but his body had been so hot last night that she just fell asleep like that. The man, shifter, whatever he was, was a thousand degrees of warm. More like a radiator. He also wasn't there. The bathroom was dark and all his bags were gone.

  Damn!

  He'd left!

  He. Had. Left. Her.

  She wasn't naive, she knew from the beginning that he would eventually leave North Bloom Lake. It came as a shock only because this wasn't the way she'd pictured it. She thought she would get to drive him to the train station. She would get to see his sleepy morning face. She would get to kiss him. She would get more time with him.

  He was supposed to be different. He wasn't supposed to be like all her other ex-boyfriends, only he was. He was a horny, lying, manipulating jerk! He had only been interested in getting his dick wet.

  And she'd confessed all those things to him. As much as she wanted to believe it didn't make any sense for him to just pack up and leave, it also totally did. He really didn't want a woman who was damaged goods. Who did anyway?

  Her clothes had been carefully folded and hung on the back of a chair. She looked around for a note, but found none. She could still feel his touch on her skin, but instead of bringing her pleasure, it made her even more resentful. She dressed as fast as she could, went to the bathroom to arrange the beehive her hair looked like and went out the door.

  If only he'd had the decency to pay for the room.

  She'd left her bag and wallet in her car and that would be an awkward situation to explain. She wasn't a hooker, but she sure felt like one as she went down the stairs, her stomach turning at the thought of dealing with the receptionist.

  "Good morning, ma'am. How may I help you?" the receptionist beamed.

  "Hi. Well, room 302..." she blushed as he interrupted her.

  "Yes, ma'am. It's been taken care of. You don't have to worry about anything. I just need the key."

  "Oh, I see. Did...” - her voice trembled- “did he say anything?"

  The receptionist seemed confused for a bit, but recovered. "Oh, you mean Mr. Spike. He didn't say much, but he looked to be in a hurry. I got the impression he had to be somewhere and forgot about it. I'm sorry, ma'am."

  She sighed. "It's okay. Thanks anyway. Have a good day."

  "You too, ma'am!"

  It took all the strength she had not to burst into tears right in front of him.

  She walked out of the small hotel and headed for her car. Only when she was safely locked inside she allowed herself to cry. She hit the steering wheel as hard as she could. "You're so stupid, Janet!" She screamed. "Why do you keep doing this to yourself?"

  She had to calm down before she drove home. She could call one of her friends to help her get home safely, but then she'd have to explain everything and she wasn't in a mood to do that. She was ashamed of what she'd done. Stop being so trusting!

  Just as she hit the steering wheel one more time, there was a knock in the window. A familiar face she hated more than Sean right now was staring at her. Adler.

  She lowered her window and just stared at him. "What do you want?"

  "I guess I'm not who you were expecting to see. Can we talk?"

  "No. I'm busy. I have to get home."

  "I don't know how you're going to get home with that flat tire," he said pointing to the back of the car. "I don't want any trouble. I was just passing through, saw you, saw your tire and I wanted to help, believe it or not."

  "Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't checked the tires in a while."

  Janet got out of the car and Adler pointed to the other side of the car.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Janet's head throbbed. Everything hurt to be more precise. Slowly, she peeked through her eyelashes. It was a bit dark and she was sitting on something comfy, a bed. She couldn't recognize the place. She didn't know where she was. The room was spinning, but she couldn't use her hands to steady her head. Her hands were tied, that was the reason. Great! The room she was in was quite barren. It didn't look like it was inhabited. Was she alone? She saw a closed door, three small windows, a wooden table that had four mismatched chairs, a kitchen and another door that was probably a bathroom. Fully aware that something bad had happened, she tried to replay the moments before she woke up in this place. She couldn't.

  Something moved to her right on the bed. Moving her head without throwing up was a challenge, but the more she knew about her environment, the better. A little girl with short curly-brown hair, still dressed in PJs with clovers in different shades of green, with her hands tied up like Janet's, was either waking up or struggling to shake off a bad dream. Janet realized it was the latter. This situation kind of freaked her out. Who was this little girl and why were both of them tied up?

  After a few minutes of squirming in an attempt to free her hands, she gave up. The knot was too tight and her wrists hurt too much. So much helplessness. Her life was collapsing. As much as she desperately wanted to scream and cry for help, she looked at the little girl who was still sleeping. She had to be strong for her. She looked so fragile. Janet didn't know what it was like to take care of a child, but she imagined this was as close as she would ever get to doing it.

  She didn't have to wait for answers too much. She heard a familiar voice. Two men were arguing. The other one was new. They seemed to be headed inside. The bed was in the corner of the room and Janet pretended to be still knocked out, so she could at least get an advantage.

  Who did that voice belong to? They came closer and she could hear the discussion clearer now.

  "You have to pay me, Adler! I don't care about your situation. Do you know how hard it was to get that little girl?" the stranger yelled.

  "Fuck, I need you and your men to be here when he gets here. I have to end him. He signed his death sentence when he took what was mine," Adler thundered.

  Oh, God. Adler! This isn't happening. He's not really back and he hasn't just kidnapped me and a little girl. The bastard!

  Unfortunately that was the exact thing that had happened. The events prior to her waking up in this run-down place slowly came back to her. One by one they replaced the numbness inside her heart, making her being's center crack under the pressure.

  Waking up alone in bed. Crack.

  The most vulnerable night of her life. Crack.

  The shame of being abandoned like that. Crack.

>   Anger oozed through the cracks in her bruised heart. Fury so dark that it threatened to suffocate Janet. She'd been naive enough to believe something else that Adler said. Again.

  It had been the last time. His reasons were just empty words that didn't matter now. She had to focus her rage in a positive direction. On how to escape this place. She couldn't outrun a shifter and she couldn't outsmart him either. All their senses were heightened and they were ten times stronger than ordinary men. She had to find a way to escape. Wait. She couldn't just go on her own. She was the little girl's only chance.

  The man continued his heated tirade. "How do you even know he's on his way? We didn't exactly leave a note with the location."

  Adler's laugh was almost inhumanly evil. "I have his two girls. He'll come running."

  "Who'll come running? Whose girls?" Janet whispered without realizing it. Her only focus was listening to their conversation, so she wasn't really aware the little girl was awake.

  "Daddy. Daddy will take me home," she disclosed as quietly as she could.

  Janet made an effort to sit straighter and peered at the girl. "Yes, Daddy is on his way. Probably. For now we have to keep quiet. What's your name, darling?"

  Her voice had a confident note to it. Regardless of how scared this little girl was, she just kept it inside. Her voice low, she answered "I'm Ellie. You?"