Bear Fursuits Books 1-4: Bear Fursuits

by Montrose, Isadora

  The brown male lunged openmouthed, teeth dripping saliva. The big black caught him under his chin with his head. He knocked the brown bear head over heels and stood over him snapping at his face. Blood flowed. They wrestled ferociously for a few minutes, snapping and clawing at each other. Suddenly the brown lost his nerve and ran off.

  The black turned calmly back to Hannah and made more tongue clicks. She moved into the cabin and let him enter. Bright blood showed on his yellow muzzle and dripped from one ear. She licked his face with her tongue and he nuzzled her gently. There was blood on his shoulders and she licked that too. Without warning the male stood on his hind legs so that his head brushed the rough timbers of the cabin roof. He began to shift.

  Hannah watched big eyed as massive sinewy thighs rippling with muscles and dusted with curling dark hair appeared. She feasted her eyes on his fully erect cock as it emerged from the thicket of black hair at the junction of those mighty thighs. Her eyes widened. She looked higher. Smiling down at her was that SOB Jack Enright looking delighted with himself.

  Without a thought she batted him across the behind with the pad of one huge paw and bellowed her rage. Jack fell to the floor. His buttocks were bleeding where her claws had caught his flesh. “Jesus, Hannah,” he yelled, “Behave yourself.”

  Hannah was so surprised that he recognized her as a bear that she sat down before him. She thought about her options. They need to talk, so she had to shift back to human. But she did not want to get naked with that rat fink. Despite everything, his scent still called to her. If she shifted she would be under him in ten seconds flat.

  She moved over to the bed and stood up facing it. She performed her fastest ever change. Jack caught a glimpse of her quivering buttocks and the secrets between them as she bent to snatch up the blanket and pull it around herself. It was thick, hot and itchy but she closed the edges in front of herself before she faced Jack. Good. She felt sure the scratchy wool would interfere with her intense attraction to Jack.

  She reckoned without her lover. He snatched her up against his naked body and lifted her up to his bleeding face to claim her mouth. The blanket fell away as he ravaged her mouth with a fierce and ardent kiss that stole her breath and her complaints. He did not set her down until her tongue had mated with his own and she was making hungry noises too.

  “What the fuck do you think you are up to?” she demanded in an angry hiss as soon as she found her feet. He grabbed the blanket and tossed it behind him as he looked her up and down. He smiled as if he liked what he saw. He slammed the open door as he stalked toward her his cock leading the way.

  “I’m claiming my mate,” he snarled as he hauled her up against his broad chest and rubbed his furry chest against her silky breasts. Involuntarily her rosy nipples tightened and distended and she rubbed herself against the delicious abrasion of his thick chest hair. Jack was intent on exploring the abundance of her bottom. He held both rosy globes in his huge hands and lifted her. He kneaded the velvet flesh so that her hips swiveled and her mound rubbed against his cock. He moaned like a man in pain.

  Hannah put her legs around his waist without thinking and tightened them to get her clit a little nearer to the rock hard pillar that tantalized her. Jack moved one hand into her long curls and held her head steady for his kiss. His tongue drove into her mouth in a steady rhythm that was echoed by his hip thrusts. His other hand slipped down her crack in a rough caress until it could slip inside of her. He pushed two long fingers into her and worked her slippery passage while she writhed around his body.

  Jack pulled his hand away and approached from the front, petting her mound before sliding his fingers back into her passage. He pressed upward and stroked twice and with a scream she came apart in his hands. He lifted her and pulled her down onto his already dripping shaft. He pumped into her while she came and came again.

  When she was filled with his seed, he let her slip down his damp body to stand shaking before him. He cupped one breast tenderly and squeezed lightly before fetching the blanket. Wordlessly he held it out to her and wordlessly she wrapped it around her flushed and perspiring body. She sat down on one of the stools an stared at him with huge brown eyes. What the hell had just happened?

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  HANNAH HUDDLED UNDER THE woolen blanket taking stock of her situation. She felt so confused. On the one hand the male towering over her made her heart race and her whole body seize with pleasure; she wanted nothing more than to jump his bones and screw him all over again. On the other hand, she was so angry with his smug maleness that she was sorely tempted to knock him ass over teakettle, before screwing him.

  She threw off the hot, itchy blanket and rose to stand spread legged, arms akimbo before him. Her beautifully groomed black curls had been tousled into a froth of ragged corkscrews that framed flashing brown eyes and a mouth set in determined lines. Her breasts stood up in all their proud, lush glory and her damp black muff was a neat triangle pointing to her red nether lips and luscious rounded thighs. From the poleaxed expression on Jack’s face she was having the same effect on him as he had on her.

  Hannah looked Jack up and down with narrowed eyes. She took note of his gauntness and the various bruises and scratches he had acquired in his duel with the brown male. Her claws had marked his ass and right hip and the five weals still oozed blood. Good. His face had a darkening bruise on one cheekbone, and another on his jaw. His left ear had a notch in it.

  His close cropped black hair revealed the bleeding gashes on his scalp. His big shoulders and arms were a mass of gouges and the bite mark on his left bicep was turning purple; blood had congealed in the puncture marks. He looked mean and dangerous and very, very good. She was in so much trouble.

  Jack smiled at her and held up his hands before his chest. “I can explain, sweetheart,” he said placatingly.

  He was trying to charm her. Damned if she’d let him. Hannah narrowed her eyes and dropped her eyes to his cock. Despite having just flooded her, it stood to attention, quivering slightly in its tangle to thick black curls. From base to tip it was a mass of veins and stretched skin that glistened with spunk. The broad purple tip oozed semen. She could smell his come and his sweat. Testosterone city. There was only one way for her bear to go. He was ready for action, and she had thirty months years of deprivation to make up for.

  Hannah launched herself across the room, grabbed Jack’s right arm body checked his hip as her kick boxing instructor had taught her, so that he landed on his back on the mattress. His left arm grabbed her as he toppled and hauled her close to his body and his legs gripped hers behind the knees so that she pressed hard against his body.

  “Oh, Baby,” he moaned softly into the top of her head. “I’ve missed you so.” He tightened his legs fractionally so that her belly massaged his stiff cock and he swiveled his hips so the friction increased. He used both hands to pull her up so that he could mate his lips with hers. He murmured endearments between soft kisses before sucking her lower lip hard the way she liked and thrusting his tongue against hers in a mating dance.

  Hannah pushed hard against his granite chest and got a handful of chest hair at the same time. She gave a tug as she pushed herself astride his belly. She rubbed her open sex against his happy trail and left it slick with spunk. His big hands reached for her upper arms to bring her back for more kisses, but she shoved his arms away. He was much stronger than her but he let her go at once.

  “None of that,” she said briskly, scooting lower so that she sat on his steel shaft. She moved her pussy up and down, bending forward a little so her breasts swayed enticingly over Jack’s chest. Her nipples were hard and stiff and red. They stood out in contrast against the soft pearly abundance of her breasts. Jack captured both breasts in his hands and held them as if comparing their weight and size against some memory. He rolled the straining tips between his fingers and tugged lightly and she came again. The bastard remembered her!

  Hannah growled deep in her throat and recalled why she
was here. She rose on her knees and positioned him before sinking down so deep the mushroom head of his cock touched her womb. Her slick passage accommodated him easily this time and grew even wetter. She could hear the juicy sounds her pussy made as she slid up and down his cock. Jack grabbed at her hips and held on, moaning and writhing as her vagina contracted around him again and again, wringing him dry.

  At last she collapsed exhausted on his chest as he smoothed gentle hands down her back and bottom. He rubbed lightly on the soft flesh of her ample globes and lifted them up and down as if he couldn’t bear to let her go. He sighed with repletion and then the bastard fell asleep.

  Hannah got off him and stood beside the bed. She gazed at her erstwhile lover and pondered her options. She ran amazed hands over the supple alabaster swell of her belly and hips. She looked down as if expecting to see some difference. There were red marks from his beard and thatch on her thighs and stomach, and her flesh had plumped up like the desert after a drought. That was plain silly. What she was feeling was the start of new life. Yup, she was preggers.

  Hannah examined her feelings. She knew that she ought to feel alarm. She knew that being a single parent of twins or triplets was incompatible with her promotion at work. Her company expected her to work overtime at the drop of a hat and that went double after a promotion. So why wasn’t she panicking? Why was she stroking her belly gently and reverently while she looked at the piece of work that had knocked her up.

  She had to remember that she had given Jack everything two years ago and in return for her heart and passion he had dumped her flat. He had left her bereft, grieving and worried for his safety. What kind of an asshole did that? The lies he had told her were unforgivable. No matter how his maleness called to her femaleness she had to be strong and remember his perfidy. She cast one last look at the bed.

  Jack’s mouth was open and he snored lightly. His flaccid cock lay against his bent leg dripping spunk onto the stained mattress. His sweaty chest rose and fell with every breath. His belly displayed four wide silver scars that stretched from his navel to his left hip. They had not been there four years ago. It looked as if some massive cat had tried to disembowel him. Her mouth twisted scornfully.

  Winnie and Jools had told her all about the big cash prizes shifters fought for in back alley tournaments. Black bears challenged grizzles and polar bears and even mountain lions to combat. Death was not uncommon. Serious injury was almost a certainty. Idiot males. She tried to feel angry but she was overwhelmed with lust and tenderness. Damn hormones.

  She shook her head at her own foolishness, picked up the scratchy red blanket and considered covering Jack with it. It seemed appropriate, but her hands folded it tidily instead and set it on one of the stools. Giving herself no more time think, she slowly shifted and backed out of the log cabin.

  Hannah followed her nose to the stream she had watered at before, caught a few more trout and started for the women’s hut. It was time to take her bear back to civilization. She passed a number of couples humping amongst the trees, and even more solitary males looking for opportunity, but she wasn’t even tempted to stop. The bear with the grey muzzle who had challenged Jack approached her stomp walking and clicking hopefully, but she snarled at him and kept going and he moved sadly off.

  Her purposeful stride brought her right back to cabin twenty-seven. She could smell her mate, and his delectable scent drew her irresistibly. She found herself stalking back into the cabin where Jack lay sprawled on his back still asleep. His right cheekbone had turned dark purple and his right eye had swollen shut. His jaw was covered with black bristles and a blooming bruise. He was a mess. A delicious mess.

  His big muscular feet with their long toes hung off the bed. She considered how easily she could remove them with a single bite. But when she set her jaws over his toes her tongue curled out and she licked him tenderly instead of chomping. He tasted of man, and sex, and every fantasy she had ever had.

  Without conscious thought Hannah shifted and was on her hands and knees at the end of the bed still tasting his toes. Well, damn. She crawled onto the bed on all fours and crouched above Jack’s muscular shins enjoying the aroma of their matings mingled with his sweat. It made her hungry all over again. She examined his dormant member with a derisive eye. It lay mouse-like on his sticky, semen-clotted thatch. She dipped her head and swirled her tongue over his sleeping baby maker.

  Jack’s good eye opened and he smiled and grabbed her waist and lifted her. “Mine,” he growled as he hoisted her into the air. “Mine,” he growled before he kissed her.

  By the time he lowered her down onto his shaft it stood out from his groin like a spike. He let her down slowly as if savoring the feel of her then stopped when the tip reached her womb. He tipped her body back slightly so he could sit up. He pulled up his knees so she could lean against his great thighs.

  He kissed her then, his tongue playing leisurely, tenderly with hers as if they had all day. He rocked lightly so his shaft moved gently in her sheath tantalizing but not satisfying. His mouth left hers to wander over her cheeks and down her neck lapping and nibbling and sucking. His hands found her breasts and he plumped them before covering them with kisses that imperceptibly turned into love bites.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. He nuzzled behind her ear where her scent was strongest before sucking the pale pink lobe. He bit down with just enough pressure so that she squirmed on his cock as she shot into orgasm. “Your honey pot was made for me, darling,” he whispered huskily.

  Hannah moaned in rapture as she felt the remembered pleasure of his tongue on her delicate pleasure points. She luxuriated in the glide of tongue on tongue, and tongue on delicate tissue. Every lick, every nibble moved her closer to rapture. She relaxed against his legs and let him play with her blissful flesh. How she had missed this. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted into his shoulder as he brought her to delight with his hands. He moved his hands to support her buttocks, his fingers massaging the satiny mounds until she was wound even tighter.

  As her passion built if felt as if she shared her soul with him, as if they moved as one because they were one. Hannah felt her heart contract as though he had squeezed it with his mighty fist. She still loved the bastard. Tears gathered in her eyes and she dashed them away impatiently. He wasn’t worth her tears. The illusion that their joining was the meshing of hearts and souls was a foolish fantasy. All he was giving her was release and babies.

  Suddenly her eyes popped open. She was doing it again. Falling for his lies. Again. This wasn’t about true love or soul deep bonding. This was about making babies. Her pussy was full of stiff cock so she could be filled to the brim with potent shifter seed.

  She swiveled her hips and her velvet sheath squeezed him so tightly he moaned and bucked. This was more like it. Hannah moved her feet forward and crouched so she could ride him hard and long with her soles on the mattress, her arms balancing on his broad hairy chest. She twisted her fingers into the thick pad of hair and tugged hard. Hair came out in her hands. Let him have something to remember her by. His thrusts came faster now as he matched her furious rhythm and they moved as one.

  She rose and fell using her strong thighs and calves to have her way with this stud. Her head fell back and her thick mass of unbound black curls tickled Jack’s forearms and her bottom. Red flickered behind her eyelids and she realized she had closed them as the pressure in her pussy built. With a shriek she came and her vagina contracted like a fist around his cock and with a mighty roar he filled her once again with his seed. He collapsed backward onto the mattress groaning. “Hannah, you’re killing me!” he gasped.

  Hannah swung her leg over Jack’s belly and dismounted from him and the bed in one movement. The light was fading and the room was all shadows. Spunk ran down the insides of her thighs and every muscle ached as she moved. Her skin felt raw and her emotions rawer. Jack’s good eye closed and he fell asleep with a hand across his chest as suddenly as he had woken.

 
; It was time to go. Her entire life had changed but this piece of shifter trash was no further use to her. Her babies didn’t need the kind of dad who could not be relied on. She had to be strong for the sake of those cubs in her womb.

  The path to the women’s hut was easy for her bear eyes and nose to locate. And it took her only minutes to get there. She ignored the bachelors she met lurking in the clearing outside the women’s hut. As if. The locker room was dark and empty but she found the light switch.

  She examined herself in the mirrors and was appalled. Her face and breasts and belly were solid beard rash. Her hips bore the imprint of giant hands. She gingerly touched the clusters of love bites all over her neck and breasts. The bastard had even marked the delicate undersides. Her nipples were red and sore and distended. She was sweaty and stank of their bouts. Her hair was a frizzy corona around her face. And yet she felt smug and sated. And pregnant. That too.

  When she emerged from the showers with soaking hair and squeaky clean skin, her pussy still felt full and moist and she could still smell boar bear on her. But she only brushed her teeth before dressing and heading to her car.

  The guard at the gate leered at her and sniffed suggestively, but he raised the barrier without speaking when she curled her lip. Bastard shifter. Damn them all.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  JACK WOKE UP FROM the deepest sleep he had since he left for Uzbekistan. He opened his one good eye to bright sunshine. Sunbeams angled through the pine trees and shone into the screened windows. It was late. Nearly noon he guessed. But where was his mate? Hannah had no doubt gone looking for food after the heavy exercise of the day before. He grinned remembering their bed sport. What a woman!

  He stretched and every muscle protested. He grimaced. He would have fought twenty bears for his woman, but he was glad it was just the one that he had had to defeat. He rubbed a hand over his face, wincing as he felt the bruise on his jaw. He needed a shave too. This much bristle would be like sandpaper on his Hannah’s satiny flesh.