Heart: BWWM Secret Baby Romance

by Kara Jones

  She looked at the body on the ground and screamed when she saw the blood that was running from the open flesh and mingling with the mud. For a second, she tried to glimpse who the poor victim was, but through her tears and the wounds, she couldn't make out a face or a distinct figure. Clenching her eyelids shut, she ran back into the cabin and closed the door.

  Reuben had wished she'd not seen a thing and, as he pushed his way into his home, he felt like a monster.

  "Shell?" he called, but got no reply. "Hello? Rochelle?" he called again.

  There was nothing but silence filling the air.

  "Rochelle?" he cried once last time in despair.

  Then, a creak sounded from somewhere upstairs and he recognized the sound as the squeak of his bed. He smirked at the thought of her up there. What are you doing you little devil? He laughed internally. As he climbed the stairs, he heard the sound of her quick footsteps as they hurried across the landing, then down the hall into one of the other bedrooms.

  "Are you trying to run away from me?"

  He could smell her now with her rich, female scent and her fruity perfume. Following his nose, he tracked her to the very end of the hall and found that the door to one of the spare rooms was open.

  "I know where you are. I'm getting pretty tired of this game," he pretended to huff despite him having fun.

  Pushing open the door, he noticed her smell was even stronger. He took in a deep lungful and inhaled her pheromones, but there was something else too, and he soon realized it was fear.

  As he looked around the room, he saw it was empty, but that simply couldn't be. With nowhere else to look, he popped his head around the door and saw her sitting there with tears in her eyes and her hands over her face.

  "I've found you," his voice was arrogant and aloof.

  She pulled her fingers away from her eyes and looked up to him like a lost child.

  "You're a brute as well," she cried. "I saw what you did! You’re a beast, you're an absolute monster!"

  "I'm no such thing," Reuben reasoned. "I was merely protecting the land."

  A great and silent pain hung in the air, as Rochelle found herself in an impossible situation. She had nowhere to go and was now feeling emotionally tethered to the man that stood before her. His eyes were glistening with both power and arousal, and his body was large and strong. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him or her thoughts away from how perfect he was. It wasn't long until she found herself reaching out her arms just to feel him comfort her.

  He picked her up eagerly and felt the warmth of her body against him. As he felt her stomach touch his, he imagined it hard and swollen with his seed inside of her. Something about the thought made him impossibly aroused and, in the moment, he wanted to push a baby inside of her as quickly as he could. Kissing her hard, he explored her mouth with his tongue and ran his strong fingers over his stomach.

  "I want you so much,” he said, as he felt himself become hard. “I want to put a child in you; have a part of me with you forever.”

  "I want that too!" Rochelle spoke dreamily, as if she was under a spell.

  At that very second, she felt as though every problem that ever existed simply dissolved, and all she had was the touch of his body and the spark between them. She would have done anything to make him happy; would have given the world just to belong to him.

  “Put a baby in me,” she said with such emotion, it sounded as though she was on the brink of tears.

  She reached up and kissed him hard with her nails digging into his back, as she pulled him closer, desperate to feel every part of him. They tugged and pulled at one another until their lips were sore and their breath was being squeezed from inside them.

  "Hold me tighter. Kiss me harder," Rochelle pulled at his hair.

  Without having to be told twice, Reuben picked up her small body and pushed her down onto the bed with her legs spreading as soon as she lay down. Lying on top of her, he could feel how frail and fragile her small frame was and he was scared of hurting her. She could see the way he was unsure of himself and looked up to him with those wide eyes he had gotten so fond of.

  "What's the matter?" she asked.

  "You're so small," he breathed. "I'm scared I'll be too rough,"

  "I want it rough," she smiled and flicked the hair from her face with a deft twiddle.

  She could already see his hardness, as it protruded from his pants and she caressed the bump on his crotch. His breath came heavier with his cheeks burning red. He liked what he was feeling and he wasn't scared to show it. He became harder under her touch and grunted as she rubbed her hand up and down.

  "Oh God, you got me so hot so soon," he reached out a hand and caressed her face before brushing her hair behind her ear.

  He bent down to kiss her softly, and then let his hands explore more of her body. His strong fingers ran the length of her and she writhed under his hands, feeling wetter the further down he moved.

  "I can't wait to see you naked," he said, as he opened up her shirt to reveal her milky, white breasts.

  Brushing his lips over her stiff, pink nipples, he reveled in their hardness and licked them hungrily. Sucking on her breasts hard, he gripped them with his hands until the flesh was pink between his fingers.

  Hurrying to pull off her jeans, he tore them from her body and finally, he could see the treasure that was her plump and wet pussy. A few wisps of blonde hair were on top of her mound and he stroked a finger down delicately until he reached her clitoris. It was slick to the touch and swollen when he pushed down on it. Rochelle moaned loudly, as she felt herself grow hot and she opened her legs up wider to feel more of him.

  "You want me inside you?" he asked, as he unzipped his pants. “Are you ready for it?”

  She said nothing, but nodded eagerly with a finger in the corner of her mouth. Pulling off the last of his clothes, he rested on the edge of the bed with his penis in his hand. For a minute, he stroked its long length while looking over every inch of her body.

  "Touch yourself," he ordered while picking up her hand and placing it between her legs.

  She'd never done anything so naughty before, but as she eased into the pleasure, she soon lost all inhibitions.

  Rubbing herself into a frenzy, she felt the rush of an orgasm approach, but as Reuben noticed how horny she was, he stopped her. Pulling her hand away, he watched as her body trembled on the brink of climax.

  "Not yet," he bit his lip as he tried to control himself. "I want us to cum together."

  He leaned down to nuzzle into her neck.

  "Are you ready for me?"

  "Yes," she whispered, as she pulled at his hair.

  When his tip entered her, she gasped. Its girth was wide and she'd never felt so full before, and then he pushed in further. She screamed as he hit her “g” spot and held her tight. Yet, as easy as it would have been for him to hold her down and have his way, he moved as slowly as he could with their hips rocking back and forth in unison.

  "Oh God," she screamed, as she flung her head back. "I'm so close already."

  Reuben, sensing that she wouldn't last much longer, held onto her jaw tight and looked deep into her eyes.

  "Do you want to feel a pleasure only the best of us get to experience?"

  It seemed like such a peculiar question, but she couldn't say no to the man above her because she was intoxicated by him, so utterly drunk on the feeling of being loved by him.

  "Yes," she nodded. "I want whatever you'll give me."

  As they both felt the quickening of their orgasms, they held each other tighter; their sweat sticking to each other's bodies.

  "You'll become one of us," he whispered, as his thighs began to shake.

  As the two of them groaned in ecstasy as they came, Reuben bit down on Rochelle's pale breast. Then, their bodies were shaking in the sheer pleasure of sexual release, as the young girl screamed with her legs tightening around his waist.

  With the orgasm rushing through her body, it wasn't long unt
il she felt something else. The pain from Reuben's bite was excruciating and she gripped her eyes shut as she withstood the terrible ache. But soon, the pain turned to intense pleasure, as something else took hold of her body, power.

  She was as strong as the man inside her. She felt the incredible strength that invaded her body, as she felt herself become pregnant. She gasped as she sensed herself transform into a beast, and her eyes were burning bright with the bloodlust of the be

  Chapter 10

  Sheriff Redshaw was clambering through the trees with his radio in one hand and his gun in the other. He knew something was wrong when he found the deputy's car beside Rochelle's with no sign of either of them. However, there was ample evidence that they'd both climbed into the forest, although Redshaw couldn't fathom a single idea why.

  He'd been walking for hours and was exhausted. As he lost all hope and was ready to turn back, he suddenly noticed an open clearing of grass, as though he'd stumbled across someone’s garden. Then, he saw something that made his blood run cold. Deputy Wilkin's body lay amongst the brambles with his blood covering the surrounding area.

  Redshaw had to suppress the nausea inside him as he covered his mouth. Cocking his gun, he made sure it was in prime position to shoot, but nothing could prepare him for what was about to happen. The bear appeared out of nowhere and swiped the gun from his hand. It roared so loudly it felt like his ears were blistering and he stumbled backward to escape. Falling on his behind, he looked up to the beast that now seemed even bigger and he knew he didn't have long until it devoured him.

  Yet, it seemed to hesitate for a moment, as it looked down at him. There was a look in its eyes that was so familiar, but he couldn't think why. Then, as the bear gathered its strength, it leaned back on its hind legs and readied itself for attack.

  Redshaw held his breath as he waited for death; his heart racing and his mouth dry. He prayed the bear wouldn’t hurt him, but as he opened his eyes, he saw the look of his daughter in the bear’s eyes and thought he was going crazy. But, he didn’t have time to gather his thoughts because the next thing he felt was the intolerable pain of a paw pummeling the side of his head.

  Meanwhile, Reuben was inside the cabin watching from a distance. He was smoothing back his disheveled hair and watching his protégé with pride.

  “Good girl,” he looked on with glee. “You’re one of us now.”

  The End

  MC Bear’s Baby

  Lucia Jordan

  Chapter 1

  A massive bear paw clawed down and swiped at a black bear’s chest, drawing blood from the scratches. The wounded bear stumbled, struggling to regain its footing when the brown bear tackled it and pinned it to the ground.

  Cheers erupted from the crowd of spectators circling the two bears. One of them emerged from the crowd, walking to the animals fearlessly, and placing his hand on the brown bear that was still snarling at its opponent.

  “Get up, son. The battle is over,” he said, and almost immediately, the brown bear calmed and got off of the other bear. The man then took both of the bears’ paws and faced the crowd.

  “The winner and chosen pack leader of the Ursa clan is…,” he paused dramatically, the spectators waiting and holding their breath in anticipation. “Lucas Wilde!” he roared, raising the brown bear’s arm in victory.

  The crowd went wild, most of them happy with the decision while a handful disagreed and booed. The brown bear slowly transformed; his fur shedding away, revealing tanned skin, it’s massive size shrinking a little, stopping just over 6’3’’, and its body transformed into that of a man’s.

  Lucas Wilde took two quick breaths and one long exhale, as his body returned to his human form. He gave his opponent a curt nod, one that was respectfully reciprocated, and he walked away from the ring. The people who cheered for him clapped their hands on his back and arms, congratulating him. He nodded at all of them before excusing himself to go to the shower room, expelling a sigh of relief upon seeing that he was finally alone.

  He wasn’t even interested in leading their clan. He was just made to compete because all males must do so, and as he was a direct descendant of one of the founding fathers of their clan, it was mandated that he join. He was never much of a people-person, always by himself and speaking only when spoken to. The only time he talked freely was when he was out on some sort of hunt or mission with his fellow shifters, and he had to issue orders. Other than that, he rarely opened his mouth.

  It was a wonder, then, how a lot of people were rooting for him in the battle for clan leadership when he was the most unsociable of them all.

  It was probably the way he looked, he mused, letting the water pelt down to his face, as he washed up the blood, sweat, and dirt from his body. Even by clan standards, where most of the males (and a few females) could transform into huge bears, Lucas was strange in that he was so much bigger and more in control of his ursine alter ego than the rest.

  The way he looked as a man was kind of peculiar as well, not in a way that he was hideous, but quite the opposite.

  His eyes were a strange combination of blue and green, sometimes glowing when he was surging with power and emotion. His hair, which was the same color as his fur when he was a bear, was cropped close to his head, unlike the others who didn’t bother to have it cut and kept it long. His aquiline nose and full pink lips that were stuck in a perpetual frown made him devastatingly handsome. There were a lot of women in his clan that tried to seduce him to their beds or to consider him as their mate because of this, but he always declined. He couldn’t risk imprinting on them, and he wasn’t ready for that kind of life, especially now when he was officially next in line.

  “Lucas,” a voice called from behind him. Lucas turned his head as he caught sight of the elderly man from earlier. Lucas took the towel he had hung from the side and wrapped it around his waist wordlessly before fully turning toward the man. “Congratulations once again for winning the competition,” he said.

  Lucas nodded curtly in response, his brows furrowed a little, as he tried to see where this conversation was going.

  “I believe I don’t have to tell you the responsibilities you have to accomplish before you take your place as leader of the pack, no?” the man asked, and Lucas slowly shook his head.

  “I’m sorry, but I don’t care much for the rules, so I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lucas said, making the Elder sigh.

  “How clueless our future leader is,” the Elder murmured before clearing his throat. “Since you will be taking the mantle once our current leader passes on, you must be deemed an acceptable successor,”

  “Didn’t I just do that? I won the competition,” Lucas said.

  “You won the bid, the rite of passage, if you will, but the Council could still revoke that rite if they find that you are shirking off your duties,” the Elder clarified, and Lucas was gob smacked.

  “So… the competition was a farce?” Lucas asked, one eyebrow raised.

  “No. It was a test of prowess; for it is our belief that only the strongest among us is fit to lead our people,” the Elder answered.

  “Yeah, but no one is ever actually qualified until they go along with whatever you want, right?” Lucas fired back, and the Elder shook his head in disappointment.

  “Rules were made for a reason, Lucas, and you’re blatant disregard for them is quite disturbing,” the Elder said. He waved his hand to stop Lucas from replying any further and continued. “And, none are more bound to it than the person who leads. As such, I must inform you that one of the rules you have to abide by is to have a mate within the year before you take your place as the pack leader.” Lucas’s eyes widened.

  “You’re forcing me to get married within the year?” Lucas asked. “How am I supposed to find a wife by then?”

  “Well, it has been the work of the Council to match the clan leader to a woman from a different and equally strong clan, usually the offspring of the current leader. Naturally, such an alliance
is most advantageous for both groups.” the Elder answered, and Lucas scoffed, shaking his head in frustration.

  “So, not only am I to marry against my will, I can’t choose who I’m going to be with for the rest of my life, is that right?” Lucas asked scathingly, pushing his fingers through his hair in frustration. If he had known it was going to be this bad, he wouldn’t have treated the competition so seriously. He’d rather have lost the match than be stuck with such a miserable fate for the rest of his life. The Elder winced as he sensed what was going on in Lucas’s mind, and he reached out his wrinkly hand and patted Lucas’s shoulder sympathetically.

  “It’s not as bad as it seems. Your father and mother were the same way, and they fell in love over time. Look how you turned out,” the Elder said in an effort to placate the seething young man, only for it to have the opposite effect. Lucas shook his head and walked past the Elder to one of the lockers, grabbing his bag and taking out the clothes he packed.

  “Yeah well, too bad their relationship was the exception and not the rule, eh?” Lucas replied before sighing.

  He really needed to get out of here.

  Chapter 2

  Justine Haley was having the time of her life, drinking and partying like there’s no tomorrow. She raised her drink in the air, as she swayed her hips to the beat of the base booming from the stereo. The club was packed, the dance floor crowded, and the heat seething from everyone’s body was making her heady and sweaty, but she didn’t mind.

  She’d been dancing for so long that she’d lost count of how many guys she’s grinded and danced with or exactly how many shots any of these guys handed her. But, as she stopped turning and her sight refused to stop with her, she realized she may have had too much already. She squeezed through the crowd, trying to navigate her way to the table, as the world continued to spin. It was a hard feat, but when she could finally feel the blast of air from the air conditioning, she mentally gave herself a high five for making it through.