Panda Bear Buns: An Interracial BBW Bear Shifter Menage Paranormal Romance Novella (The Twelve Dancing Bears Book 5)

by Sable Sylvan

  “It can’t be a coincidence,” said Jet. “You know the fact you have that tattoo…”

  “…It means that this must be fate,” said Onyx. “But why isn’t your tat filled in?”

  Ashley ran her fingers over the tattoo in the center of her chest.

  “I _honestly never felt compelled to,” said Ashley. “During college, my freshman year, a bunch of us went out to get tats, to celebrate surviving our first years away from home. I was too cowardly to pick my own tat, so I asked the artist to pick something they thought I’d like. They picked the yin yang symbol. There’s a lot of ink that goes into adding the white and black ink, but, I never went back to have it filled in. I just kept the gray outlines, as a reminder that it’s okay not to finish things, and that I should always make choices, rather than let others make them for me. You’re right. This has to be more than coincidence, but…how do you know?”

  “There are many orientations that you could’ve selected for your tattoo, or that fate could’ve put on our chests, but all three of us have matching symbols,” said Jet. “This is fate.”

  “Is fate responsible for what’s going on in your pants?” asked Ashley, palming Onyx and Jet’s cocks with her hands. She could feel their thick bulges through their pants, already at full attention.

  “No…that’s animal magnetism,” said Onyx.

  “After all, what man could resist those curves?” asked Jet.

  Jet and Onyx turned away from Ashley and Onyx whistled. The sound system moved to another song, one with a sexier tempo that reminded Ashley of a pair of heartbeats.

  Jet and Onyx turned towards each other and grabbed each other’s hips. They ground up on each other, moving back and forth and giving Ashley her own private show. Onyx put his fingers in the loops of Jet’s dark jeans and then moved then underneath the waistband, moving his hands to the center of the front of the pants and unbuttoning the pants before carefully lowering the fly.

  As Jet shimmied out of his dark designer jeans, Ashley unbuttoned Onyx’s jeans, revealing the burgundy red silk boxers underneath the jeans. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed Onyx’s Chinese dragon. Thick and soft, with veins resembling the flowing whiskers of a traditional painting of a Chinese dragon, she couldn’t help but greet it with a kiss.

  From the other side came another dragon, entering the fray that was her luscious pink lips, and this one was much redder, but it wasn’t spitting fire. No, something else was coming out of its head, and it was salty and liquid. Ashley wrapped her tongue around the cock, and as she did, she realized that this was no dragon. No, what she’d put in her mouth was a live firework, and it was getting ready to explode in her mouth like it was the Fourth of July.

  “We showed you ours, now…” started Jet.

  “…You want me to show you mine?” said Ashley. “I guess it’s your turn to have a show. I want you both on the bed, ready to take me…think you can handle that?”

  “Definitely,” said Onyx, and he and Jet lay back on the bed, their cocks in hand, ready to watch what Ashley had in store.

  Ashley had to admit she was a little bit nervous at first. But, because she was in front of Jet and Onyx, who she trusted completely for a reason she still didn’t quite understand, she just shook the nerves out quickly. All it took was a shake of her hips to the left, then to the right, as her hands went up, then to her hips, then, to the front of her pants. Ashley undid the button on the front of her pants, and then, without using her hands more than she had to, she slowly let her pants come down to her ankles. Of course, she had to give her pants a little bit of help getting over her curves, getting past her ample hips, her thick thighs, her juicy calves, but it meant that there was more of the show for Jet to enjoy…although this was driving Onyx wild. He wanted to rip those clothes off of her with his teeth or his hands. It didn’t matter, as long as she got naked and got on his cock.

  It was as if Ashley had read Onyx’s mind. She positioned herself so that her lacy panties were right above his face, but she wasn’t sucking his dick. No, this wasn’t boring old sixty-nine. This was modified sixty-nine. Her face was over Jet’s cock while her honeypot was over Onyx’s mouth. As Ashley lowered her mouth onto Jet’s cock, Onyx lifted his mouth up to Ashley’s hips and put his teeth on the lacy fabric, ripping the skimpy panties off of his fated mate so he could take her feminine folds into his mouth. He gently pressed his tongue up and into Ashley.

  Ashley was surprised at how quickly Onyx had decimated her panties and gasped on Jet’s cock. Jet pushed her head back down, but Ashley grabbed his wrist and held it. Although Jet was much stronger than her and of course, could’ve wriggled out of her grasp, he was amused. Ashley was fierce and sassy. That’s what had attracted him to her in the first place. Yes, she had killer curves, but curves could be cultivated. The fire raging in Ashley couldn’t be stoked by any outside force. It came from within, just like the waves of pleasure Jet felt building up inside of him. Although Jet’s shift told him to let loose, Jet held back. There was no way that he was about to cum before he saw Ashley hit her climax.

  Ashley kept Jet’s hand down while she pressed her head down onto his cock, moistening it with her tongue, but then, Jet did something that surprised her. She felt his fingers entwine with hers, tenderly, as she sucked the heck out of his cock. It was the last thing she’d expected, but her focus was broken by a gasp she found herself making before she could stifle it.

  Onyx had pulled her closer to his face and pressed his lips right against her pleasure button, and he was hitting it hard with his lips and tongue, back and forth, faster than any toys Ashley had seen at an adult novelty shop. Ashley couldn’t help but moan as she sucked at Jet’s cock. Onyx was making her already wet honeypot wetter, but she knew that she wouldn’t be satisfied until she got to do what she really, really wanted to do.

  “Stop,” ordered Ashley. “You two have had your chances to put on shows for me…this is my show.”

  Ashley dismounted from the bed and readjusted herself, getting back on the bed, but this time, she was straddling Jet’s cock and riding him cowgirl style. Jet reached for her hips, but Ashley pushed his hands away as she lowered herself onto his thick shaft.

  “I told you, this is my show,” said Ashley. “And while you might encourage audience participation at Bear Buns…well, this ain’t Bear Buns, hon.”

  “I don’t have to be told twice,” said Jet, putting his hands behind his head as a cocky smile covered his face.

  That smile? It was a challenge to Ashley. The challenge? Wiping it off his smug face. As Ashley rocked back, soft and fast, and then forth, hard and slow, Jet closed his eyes and let out a low moan. He had never felt a woman use his body this way, not in all his years at Bear Buns, and although he prided himself on being an emotional enigma, around Ashley…well, there was no use in trying to hide what he was feeling. The feeling of Ashley riding back and forth on his cock was bringing him to the edge. Just a few more rocks and he’d be getting his rocks off.

  As good as Jet’s velvety firecracker felt, Ashley knew that she had to ride Onyx before she came. After all, this was a menage, not just a threesome. Ashley knew if she weren’t careful then she’d come too quickly, so she lifted her left leg up and off Jet…

  …And swiveled, in one motion, so her left leg was on Onyx’s left side, her right leg between Jet and Onyx. She started to ride Onyx in reverse cowgirl position, her ample butt putting on a show for Onyx as it jiggled, up and down, in sensual wave-like motions that reminded Onyx of the wild waves of the Pacific Ocean. With every roll of her hips, her ample thighs squeezed against his firm legs, her softness against his hardness driving him abso-frikkin’-lutely nuts. Onyx couldn’t reach up to do anything with Ashley’s body because he was so stunned by her sexual skills. Where the heck had she learned these moves…and were they taking new students?

  That wasn’t all Ashley had in store, though.

  “Move,” ordered Ashley, pointing at Jet’s face and motioning do
wn.

  Jet didn’t need to be told twice. He moved so that he was in the perfect position for Ashley to use his golden body however she frikkin’ wished. In Ashley’s case? That meant she was going to finish him off, with her hands and mouth on his red golden firecracker, as she got ready to let loose on Onyx’s dragon.

  “I’m so close,” whispered Ashley.

  “Me too,” said Onyx.

  “Make it three,” said Jet.

  “Then don’t hold back,” said Ashley. “When it starts to come, just…let it come.”

  Ashley rocked back and forth, caught like a Chinese finger trap on the two golden shafts, a dragon in her honeypot and a firecracker in her mouth. She never wanted this moment to end. Being filled by both her men at the same time was unlike anything she’d ever imagined. She’d fantasized about this very situation on so many sleepless nights, but naughty videos online were no substitute for the real thing.

  All of a sudden, Ashley came. She couldn’t control it. The feeling of pleasure had her mouth moaning around Jet’s dick and her gentle petals folding around Onyx’s cock.

  This sensation was too much for her mates to take.

  Onyx exploded nearly instantly, unleashing his dragon’s breath into Ashley, filling her with liquid white clouds.

  Jet’s cock exploded in her mouth like a firecracker in Chinatown on Lunar New Year, showering her with Jet’s ‘good fortune’ (although not in a red [French] envelope), made of hot white liquid sparks.

  As Ashley, Onyx, and Jet came at the same time, something abso-frikkin’-lutely magical happened.

  The marks on Onyx and Jet’s chests? They started to glow.

  Onyx’s mark was the mark that Ashley noticed first, as the mark was glowing a bright and brilliant white, except for the single dark spot in the center of the mark. But, when Ashley looked to Jet’s chest, she saw that the white mark in his dark mark was also glowing. She couldn’t help but put her fingers up to the marks, drawn to the sexy shifter’s chests like a moth to a flame.

  This was more than just chemistry. This was more than just sex. This was something special…this was fate, and the girl who never thought she’d be a fairy tale princess was learning that sometimes, the princess ends up with more than just once prince…she might just end up with two.

  The skin forming the invisible outline of Jet’s mark started to glow a bright yellow. The liquid gold swirled around Jet’s mark. It lined the dark part of the mark and the light part in gold, before shooting up and around his chest to mark a circle on his chest in gold. The gold faded for a split second before all of a sudden reappearing to outline a golden circle in the center of the second droplet. The small golden ring started to fill with black, while the rest of the circle filled with a brilliant white that matched the mark on Onyx’s chest.

  Speaking of Onyx’s chest, a change was going on that dazzled Ashley. The golden movements she had seen on Jet’s chest happened on Onyx’s, a brilliant gold dripping down his chest rather than flowing up his pecs, outlining Onyx’s droplet symbol and the dark circle in the white swash. The gold continued downwards forming a golden circle on Onyx’s chest, before disappearing and reappearing to form a smaller circle within the second droplet formed below Onyx’s mate mark.

  That second droplet was a mirror image of Onyx’s mate mark, not merely in form, but in fill. The mark started to turn dark in front of Ashley’s eyes, except for the new golden circle in the droplet, which glowed a brilliant white.

  Finally, the golden and white lights faded from the bed and Onyx and Jet fell back on the bed alongside Ashley, exhausted.

  “Your marks,” started Ashley. “They…they changed.”

  Onyx and Jet looked at each other and couldn’t help but touch each other’s chests. Seeing their own marks on the other was something totally unexpected. They knew that changes often occurred during the first act of mating, but they had no frikkin’ clue that this would happen.

  Gone was Onyx’s white mark, replaced with Jet’s dark mark. Jet’s black droplet with a white dot had been replaced by a white teardrop with a black dot. Onyx’s mark was now in the bottom position while Jet’s mark was in the top position. It was like they had swapped mate marks.

  Chapter Eight

  Three Months Later

  Arnold had quit work on Monday and picked up his things before anyone else got into the office. He may not have been a lion, but any big cat whose pride had taken that bad of a beating would quit with their tail between their legs. That meant zero awkwardness at work. Linda and Cole and Miranda and Rod kept dating and found that they had more than just chemistry…they were fated mates. Of course, they kept dating…but while the girls went on double dates with their cats, Ashley had more than just her hands full with Jet and Onyx.

  The three months were everything that Ashley had ever wanted in a relationship. There was adventure and there was intimacy. There was excitement and there was tenderness. And of course…there were bare buns and Bear Buns.

  Even though Ashley was cool with Jet and Onyx continuing to dance at Bear Buns, the panda pair had stopped dancing after their magical night together. After all, the point of ‘The Twelve Dancing Bears’ was to help bear shifters find their fated mates…and now that Jet and Onyx had found the love of their lives, there was no need for them to continue dancing. That meant that there were ten bears in ‘The Twelve Dancing Bears,’ and although a pair of grizzlies from the independent dancer group were subbing in for Jet and Onyx, Jet and Onyx still had to find permanent replacements. Pandas weren’t exactly common in Seattle, so they were going up and down the West Coast looking for another pair of pandas to replace them…and of course, they took Ashley with them.

  San Francisco. Monterey. Los Angeles. The entire trio’s expenses, from first class flights and hotel rooms to luxury catered meals, were covered by the club. Ashley had to go with the guys. After all, she was proof that one could find true love by dancing on stage and tearing off their clothes. At each location, the Bear Buns crew took pictures of mate marks, made videos of the auditions, and took down contact info, because at the rate Bear Buns was growing, they’d need to have replacement dancers on call. After a few lackluster years in which none of the Bear Buns dancers had found mates, menages and pairs had been hooked up pretty much every other week. The world famous ‘Twelve Dancing Bears’ crew only had one pair of its original members left…a pair of koalas that_ were ready to show a lucky lady how Aussie shifters could shake their bear buns (even if koalas weren’t really bears).

  Now that Onyx, Jet, and Ashley were back in Seattle, and they had been dating for a few months, Onyx and Jet had a very special date to take Ashley on…the most special date they’d ever take her on. Although they had told her that it was just a dinner to thank her for coming with them on the recruitment drive, they had something else up their sleeves…or rather, in their pockets, in small black velvet boxes.

  Ashley suspected something was up when outside her house, there was a limo instead of a black Bear Buns town car. The Bear Buns town cars, which Nick and Liam were responsible for creating in recent weeks, were a fleet of vehicles that were marked with the Bear Buns logo in white, with rhinestones, on the car doors. They were luxury vehicles that would take groups to and from Bear Buns at a competitive rate, with the fun starting in the car with a private dancer and, of course, lots of wine and snacks and props. The vehicles were their loss leaders because they were meant to attract the high-rolling bachelorettes of Seattle to the Bear Buns club. They were also used by the Bear Buns staff when needed as a sort of corporate perk.

  “What’s all this?” asked Ashley, looking around the inside of the car. The car was filled with red roses, her favorite, and the scent of roses was absolutely intoxicating. It reminded her of the signature cocktail she’d tried in the panda’s cocktail room, the lychee and lavender martini. Jet was holding a flute of champagne in each hand, and the privacy divider was already up.

  “You’re a special girl, so we thoug
ht you deserved a special night,” said Onyx, closing the door as he got into the car and Ashley took her seat next to Jet.

  She took a flute of champagne and took a large swig. She loved champagne, but the roses, while romantic, made her nervous. What was going on? Was it their anniversary? Because if so, she knew the shifters would have some big surprise in store for her, and obviously, she had forgotten it was a special occasion.

  “Of course, I supposed the roses were a waste,” said Jet, giving Ashley a tender kiss on the cheek, his lips wet with the sparkling wine.

  “Why’s that?” asked Ashley, kissing Onyx on the cheek as he sat next to her, before sipping her champagne again, and passing the flute to Onyx.

  “Because compared to you, they’re trash,” said Jet, pulling Ashley onto his lap and kissing her deeply as the driver rolled the car out of the parking space.

  Jet put his champagne flute down with his other hand and rocked Ashley back on his lap and then, forward. His eyes were closed, his forehead against Ashley’s, their bodies forming a loop, as they were connected by their hips and by their heads.

  Ashley ran her hands down Jet’s body and noticed he wasn’t just wearing a suit…he was in a tuxedo. She suddenly felt underdressed.

  She looked to Onyx. He was also in a tux, but it wasn’t the same one that Jet was wearing. While Onyx’s was a brownish charcoal that reminded her of a professor’s tweed jacket, with a golden bowtie, Jet’s was stark black and he had on a classic red necktie.

  Onyx pulled her over and onto his lap upon seeing Ashley glance at him.

  “Sorry to cut in like this,” said Onyx. “But, I’d swear you’re a pig shifter with the way you’re hogging her.”

  “Who said there’s not enough for the two of us?” said Jet, pulling Ashley’s legs onto his lap, massaging her calves and working his way up to her thighs as Onyx pressed his lips against their shared mate.

  “I’ve gotta admit…I thought this would be a lot more difficult,” said Ashley between kisses.