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

by Sable Sylvan

  While Ashley’s choice to marry two men came as a surprise to some of her more conservative relatives, they kept their mouths shut once somebody pointed out it was a miracle Ashley had settled down at all, and many changed their minds about the issue once they were charmed by Jet and Onyx.

  The wedding wasn’t the biggest affair that the Bear Buns club had seen, but that was because the money they had saved on having a relatively small, by shifter metrics, wedding of a hundred people had been spent on their honeymoon.

  The first leg of their honeymoon was spent in Taipei, which allowed Ashley to learn a lot about Jet’s culture and spend time in a city which spoke a lot of English for an Asian city. Ashley was able to explore the city without much need for a translator, and they spent their days drinking boba, their nights at night markets sampling street food, and the depths of their evenings were spent watching fireworks before making fireworks in bed.

  The second leg of their journey was spent in the Wei River valley. They flew from Taiwan to the Chinese mainland, before taking a private plane from Shenzhen to a Shaanxi airport. Although the Yangtze is the most well known of China’s rivers, the Wei River valley held a special place in Onx’s heart, because it was the area his family, and his shift, called home. The Qinling mountains, the Alps of China, were their destination. They spent two weeks exploring the gorgeous area that his people had once called home. Days were spent exploring the lush forests and learning about the wildlife from guides, although Onyx had to translate the local dialect for both Ashley and Jet. The trio learned about bats, mountain cats, goats, and of course, pandas, which were all native to the region.

  The nightlife of the Shaanxi region wasn’t exactly as rich as the nightlife in Taipei. The cities of Shaanxi lacked the hustle and bustle of Taipei, but at night? Their forests were alive with the chirping of insects, the rushing of water in waterfalls and rivers, and ever so often, the deep roars of wild beasts roaming the forests.

  The forest sounds could be heard from right outside the hotel room because the hotel they had chosen was just as luxurious are their hotel in Taipei. They had a private cottage in the woods with food delivered for scheduled meals, which meant that at night, they were alone and undisturbed, able to soak in their large hot tub, which overlooked the forests leading to the Wei river, without a care in the world.

  “So, what do you think?” asked Onyx. “Did you manage to fall in love with my world?”

  “It’s going to be hard to leave and go back to real life,” said Ashley. “China’s so amazing. I never thought I’d be able to come here and do so many wonderful things, but now, I’m wondering when I’ll get to come back.”

  “We can come back whenever you like,” said Jet, wrapping an arm around Ashley and pulling her close to his side. “But of course, you’ll want to make a pit stop in Taipei, right?”

  “Oh, don’t even get me started on Taipei,” said Ashley. “You two introduced me to lychee at Bear Buns that first night, and it was delicious, but…it doesn’t compare to the fresh lychee we had at the night market. Taipei gives Seattle a run for its money. It seems like there’s nothing it doesn’t have.”

  “Except it doesn’t have you,” said Onyx, pulling Ashley onto his lap and pressing his mouth against hers, tasting the last of the plum wine on her lips.

  Ashley ground on Onyx’s cock. He was rock hard, as he had been since he’d seen his curvy goddess of a fated mate shimmy into the steaming hot tub. Of course, they hadn’t worn any clothes into the hot tub. They all knew what was going to happen that night.

  As Ashley bucked back on Onyx’s lap, Jet came up from behind and spread her legs. As Onyx pulled Ashley back onto his lap, his cock sliding against her slit, the head of his cock rubbing against her clit, they both let out low gasps at the same time. Jet pulled Ashley back towards his cock, the tip of his dick teasing her entrance for a mere second before Ashley moved forward against Cock’s throbbing shaft.

  Neither of the shifters had entered her yet, but they were both tantalizing her with the promise of what they could offer her. The only question was, who would claim which hole that night? Ashley was sure that Onyx would take her from the front, Jet taking her from the back, but of course, you never know what to expect in a fated mate’s menage

  Ashley pushed forward and expected Onyx to slide into her but instead, he pulled her up against his torso. Jet turned Ashley’s body around, so she was sitting on Onyx’s lap facing Jet. Jet pressed up against Ashley and slid right into her, filling her with such intensity that she couldn’t help but gasp.

  “Oh, Jet,” said Ashley. “Onyx…Jet…I can’t tell where one of you ends and the other begins.”

  “Just like these curves of yours,” said Jet, running a hand down Ashley’s wet flesh, feeling the slickness of her ample bosom, her heavy curves, her thick hips, and feeling his cock stiffen even more. As Jet became even more aroused, Ashley felt his cock grow inside of her, and her body instinctively clamped down on Jet.

  It was no use. As tight as Ashley was, Jet was stronger, and as he pulled out of her, her body was kissing his shaft with small kisses. As the head of Jet’s cock left her entrance, her softness started to enrobe another hardness, belonging to her other lover.

  “Oh, Onyx,” moaned Ashley. “Oh, this is perfect…”

  “You’re the one putting the honey in honeymoon…or should I say, honey pot,” whispered Onyx, pulling Ashley’s hair away from her ears. He pushed her hair back behind her shoulders, then, to one side so that he could leave a smattering of small kisses on her cheek. He moved her locks to the side of her face, to the part where her face met her neck. Finally, he brushed her hair to the nape of her neck. It was the spot where the small hairs that blended skin to scalp tickled at his face and reminded him of another patch of soft fur where he wished he could nuzzle his face. The thought of licking Ashley’s honeypot, her soft folds wettening around his lips, sent a shudder down his spine that traveled up his shaft and into Ashley’s honeypot.

  Onyx and Jet alternated strokes, one starting to enter as the other had just exited, back and forth, and all Ashley had to do was lie back and let her men worship her like the curvy goddess she was. Best of all, in the remote woods of the Shaanxi province, nobody could hear her moan…not even as Ashley and her fated mates all came at the same time.

  “Do you remember what you two said that night, the night you almost proposed?” asked Ashley, nestled in Jet’s arms, her face glowing brighter than the moon on that clear evening.

  “About how you’re perfect and should never leave us?” asked Jet.

  “No…although I do love hearing that,” admitted Ashley. “About…my curves.”

  “Refresh my memory,” said Onyx.

  “You two said that since we’d started dating, I had lost some weight, so I need to put some back on to maintain my curves,” said Ashley. “Do you remember why you said I needed curves?”

  “Because they’re drop dead sexy?” asked Jet, squeezing her ample butt.

  “Because they drive us wild?” asked Onyx, giving her hips a rub.

  “No, because…of a biological reason,” said Ashley. “Do you remember what that reason was?”

  “Because…because you need them to carry and nourish our…” started Onyx.

  “…Babies,” finished Jet. “Are you saying what I think you mean? Are you…”

  “…Pregnant?” said Ashley. “No frikkin’ way. Would I be drinking all this wine if I was pregnant? No. I’m not pregnant. But…I’d like us to start trying. Are you two ready to start sharing our lives with a few more pandas?”

  “Are we ready?” asked Onyx.

  “We thought you’d never ask,” said Jet. “We’ve been ready since the day we met you.”

  “Really?” asked Ashley.

  “Seriously,” said Onyx. “Jet’s been whispering baby names in his sleep.”

  “Then you know what that means,” said Ashley. “We better get to work.”

  “Are you read
y for round two?” asked Onyx.

  “Now it’s my turn to say that I thought you’d never ask,” said Ashley.

  Onyx lifted Ashley up into his arms and carried her out of the hot tub as Jet got the door. The three of them were the perfect team…now, the only question was, how many players were going to join the lineup? They’d find out in nine months!

  Sneak Peek: “Koala Bear Buns” and “The Cinderella Cook-Off”

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  These bears are ready to go down under...

  The last thing that curvy Natalie thought she’d find at Bear Buns was true love, but just as her friend predicted, Fate was going to have someone fall in her lap…literally. As Natalie held koala shifter Bruce for the first time, in his furry koala bear form, as his dance partner and fellow koala Zach put on a show for her and the Bear Buns audience, she felt a connection.

  To earn her love, they’re going to have to spend some koala-tea time with her…

  Koala shifters Bruce and Zach have been looking for a fated mate to make their duo a trio. They’ve seen five pairs of dance partners find their fated mates. After all, ‘The Twelve Dancing Bears’ is all-bear-shifter revue focused on finding fated mates to complete menages. Bruce and Zach are from the down under, but that doesn’t mean all they want to do is get down. They want to settle down. When they lay their eyes on the curvy gal who looks like she’d rather be anywhere but Bear Buns, they make it their night’s mission to make her smile…and to get her number. She’s got curves, sass, and fire, so Natalie? She’s perfect for them.

  Is she koala-fied to be in a relationship with two dominant, possessive, and all together bad-ass bear shifter best mates…that want to make her their fate mate?

  While Natalie is open to the idea of being with two men (who, conveniently, can turn into the most adorable frikkin’ animal in the world), she’s got unfinished business with her ex which keeps her from committing to the two men that she’s sure are meant for her. Even though her ex called off their engagement, he’s still holding the key to her heart…literally. Can Bruce and Zach convince their mate to give their furry Australian butts a chance? Can Natalie let herself be vulnerable and reveal her secret? And most importantly…why are koalas part of ‘The Twelve Dancing Bears’ if they aren’t actually bears?

  Find out...in “Koala Bear Buns", a full length standalone 25,000 word novella with no cliffhangers, featuring a guaranteed happy ending. This is the fourth book in a brand new Sable Sylvan fairy tale romance series, "The Twelve Dancing Bears", featuring six pairs of bears who are looking for their fated mate. All books are set at the Bear Buns strip club, a place where fate brings together mates, and the male entertainers are focused on worshiping women. Things get hot and heavy fast, but can these guys prove that they have more to offer than rock hard bodies?

  All books in the series feature a BBW's sensual curves as a hot and spicy menage, featuring male on male scenes, bisexual male/female scenes (yes, where the guys touch), and of course, three-on-ones that are all about the lady. Like all Sable Sylvan books, they are full length standalone novellas, at least 25,000 words (100 pages) long, with no cliffhangers, a guaranteed HEA, no cheating on the parts of the heroes, and of course, fated mates, true love, and fairy tale magic...at least if fate has anything to do with it.

  Check out the rest of the series: read "Grizzly Bear Buns”, “Polar Bear Buns”, “Black Bear Buns", "Cinnamon Bear Buns", and “Panda Bear Buns", and meet all six pairs...of bear buns.

  Bear Buns. Everyone in Seattle knew about this all-male strip club. Why? Because of a recent article that had been published by Crystal Wordsworth, about how Bear Buns was not merely a shifters-only strip club, featuring an all-shifter male revue, but about its very special dance troupe, ‘The Twelve Dancing Bears.’ Her article told the masses about how six pairs of bears were looking for special ladies to complete their menage, how they had their roles handed down to them from the shifters that had come before them, who had found their fated mates on the Bear Buns stage.

  There was a duo of grizzlies, the first addition to the new recruits. There was a pair of polars, who had been second to join the new crew. The third group, two bears as black as night. Next, came two cinnamon-colored bears, whose predecessors, a pair of professors (say that five times fast!) had found their fated mate through stripping on that very stage. Finally, there was a pair of pandas, who had been hand-selected by the last menage as their replacements, who were going to be making their formal debut that weekend. That left a pair of koala shifters, who had been the newest members of the last iteration of ‘The Twelve Dancing Bears,’ as the most senior members of the new set of ‘The Twelve Dancing Bears.’ They had only joined ‘The Twelve Dancing Bears’ in recent years, but still, they had seniority over their new crew, so they were the current headliners of the show. ‘The Twelve Dancing Bears’ was a six-part show, each part unique and featuring two bears of a given species. The headlining act went first, and the acts were ordered by seniority, with the most senior members starting the show and the newest members closing it.

  Crystal’s article had gone straight-up viral. Every hot-blooded woman interested in men in the USA had learned about the club. Even women who weren’t interested in bears, whose blood boiled when they saw tiger shifters or ocelots or lynxes, came to have some fun, as Bear Buns employed non-bears to perform on the other stages. With the increase in business, Bear Buns had started added even more luxurious amenities to their club. They now had multiple side stages and even hosted amateur nights so that local shifters could try their luck for the night, as Bear Buns wasn’t a money-focused venture. No, Bear Buns was about bringing people together. That’s why there were even whisperings of rumors to expand the club to other cities.

  All this was recounted to Natalie Rowe as she sat in one of the Bear Buns limos that had come to pick her and her friends up at her house. From the decor, you would’ve guessed that Natalie was having her bachelorette party, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. Her ex, Randall the Rat Bastard, as her friends had dubbed him, had broken off their engagement a few weeks ago, breaking up with her because he had started dating a girl at work. Natalie’s heart still ached for him, even though she knew he was a rat bastard. No, Natalie was hosting a bachelorette party for her friend Diane. Diane was like her, large and in charge. They both had ample hips that gave their figures a little extra something-something. Diane was engaged to a dragon shifter, who had encouraged her to go to Bear Buns with her friends and show them all a good time. Even
though her fiancé, Jacob, was from a notoriously jealous shifter species, his philosophy was that there was no good hoarding love. No, it was best to spread it around, and in celebration of Diane’s love, why not take her friends out to see if they could find theirs at Bear Buns? Luckily for Diane, Jacob had given her an open reservation bachelorette package. This meant that the package was reserved, without a set date. However, there was a guarantee that Diane would be able to have her party on any night of her choice. Jacob had book this before the hype hit Bear Buns, so Diane was able to arrange things so that her bachelorette party would take place on the same night as the debut of the new dancers. It was the hottest event in town, and tickets had gone on the black market for hundreds of dollars. After the last set of dancers had found their fated mates, it had been absolute panda-monium. Everyone was wondering what menage would be completed next, and everyone wanted a piece of the Bear Buns action.

  It all sounded corny to Natalie. She sat in the car sipping champagne that had come free with the car…along with the stripper, a tiger shifter that she had to admit was handsome. Sitting in the car was a tiger shifter, his shift evident by the tattoo-like marks on his arms. Every shifter had a mate mark, and although there were some exceptions, most shifters’ marks were in specific locations, based on their shift (the species they shifted into). While bears had large marks on their chest, tigers, well, they had their ‘stripes’ which were their intricate tats on their arms that some said told a story. This shifter? He had a mark with a stage on it, with an audience, and he had explained how he knew that meant he’d find his fated mate at Bear Buns. He was telling the other gals a story, about the shizz he and his dance partner had pulled, to try and get a girl who wasn’t their fated mate. Something about clowns? He had ended up meeting that girl’s fated mates, and that’s how he and his friend, who he promised they’d meet back at the club, would learn about Bear Buns.