Grizzly
Authors: Bonnie Bliss
| Grizzly |
| The Realm, [1] |
| Bonnie Bliss |
| Irish Wolf Publishing (2014) |
One Alpha shape-shifting bear.
Plus one geeky computer girl.
Equals an explosive mated pairing.
Living her life as a reclusive computer programmer, Sorscha never expected much out of life. That was until the man who had not only ignored her for her whole life—but was hired as her bodyguard—suddenly shifts into a huge, hulking—bear.
Watching over Sorscha has been a pain, right in Tethur’s big, fat—well , you get the point. Suddenly Sorscha’s life is threatened, their deep mutual sexual attraction is exposed, and Tethur reveals he’s a shape-shifting hunk from a world right out of one of Sorscha’s favorite movies.
The unlikely pair are thrust into a world of fantasy, sexual hunger, and mysterious powers. Join Sorscha as she discovers that she is not quite the no body she thought she was, and after years of trying to get in the Grumpy ole’ bear’s pants—she is going to have to start
‘trying’
to keep him out of hers.
GRIZZLY
THE REALM
BOOK ONE
EBOOK EDITION
Copyright 2014 by Bonnie Bliss
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Bonnie Bliss asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed within are the invention of the author’s imagination. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is purely coincidental.
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Also by Bonnie Bliss
Dominance
Chains and Chocolate
Whips and Wax
The Christmas Feast
(A Dominance Holiday Short Story)
Kitten’s Fantasies
The Postman
Twisted Oz
Twisted Dreams
Twisted Ropes
The Holiday Series
Bondage on the 4th of July
Halloween Submission
A Slave for Christmas
Bound
(The Complete Holiday Doms Collection)
The Men of the North Series
The Viking’s Prize
The Vikings’ Conquest
The Vikings’ Claim
The Stolen warrior
The Realm Series
Frozen
Grizzly
Stand Alone Titles
Cuff Me Santa
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GRIZZLY
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V
alentines Eve
Carl Walker knew his wife like no one else did. A romantic, she was down to earth, and loved simple things. This was their first time alone in twenty-three years, ever since the birth of their daughter Sorscha. A huge smile adorned his face as he listened to Annie sing in the shower. This was special. Valentine ’s Day was special, Annie was special. The night was closing in; snow had fallen the day before. Nothing major, only an inch or so.
The Happy Inn Motel stood less than fifteen miles from their house. The perfect getaway, yet if a crisis call came, they could be home in twenty minutes or so. Carl pulled his robe closed and stood by the window. The main road was deserted; light snow had started again. Distant trees hid the sinking sun and the night waved it goodbye. Deep blues and purples filled the sky where clouds floated like tissues. The sun was gone in a few minutes, just as the shower stopped and Annie walked into the room.
“Hey, handsome, we should do this more often.” She flashed open her robe, grinning like the Cheshire cat, and pulled it together again.
“Yes we should. You can leave it open for me.”
“Oh, really, you are a naughty boy.”
“I’ve paid my dues. Flash me again, my sexy hobbit.”
It was a nickname she called herself, standing only five foot two with what she referred to as firm hobbit thighs. Carl loved her to bits; they’d been married thirty-five years, unable to have a child until Sorscha literally dropped in their lap. It had been a struggle at first, coming to terms with the great responsibility. Having to deal with the protection and the isolation. Despite everything, though, Sorscha had become a beautiful young woman, a daughter to be proud of. They would both miss her when she was gone.
Annie wiggled and loosened the robe, flashing again. At fifty-five years of age, to him she looked as beautiful as the day they’d met. His heart belonged to her. If soul mate’s truly existed, then they were meant to be.
“Dance for me, Annie. Leave it open.”
“As you wish, Sire. I’ll dance ‘till room service comes or you, whichever’s first.” She blew him a kiss and his cheeks flushed. A full-bodied hour-glass figure teased his eyes. Over the years she had taken very good care of her body. He took a deep sigh and started to respond to her nakedness.
“Is that your wand or are you happy to see me?”
“I left my wand at home.”
“Oooooh, time to open your robe, mister. Show me!”
The terry cloth rubbed against his cock, only serving to enhance the need to pop it out. Untying the cord around his waist, he let the gown fall open.
“Oh my god, Sire, you must let your wench fall to her knees and give you head. It’s as perfect as perfect can be, my Lord.”
Talking dirty always made him hard. The ache was almost unbearable as his skin went tight and the blood went to the swollen tissue.
“More talk, wench. Talk dirty.”
“Oh, Sire, let me suck it. Once it’s lovely and wet you can bend me over and pound me hard. If you are a good boy, Sire, I might let you fuck my tight little ass.”
Carl gulped.
Annie slid a finger up her slit.
God, she was going to give him a heart murmur. He watched as she parted her labia, the pink flesh exposed, glistening in the light. Swallowing hard, he stood mesmerized as she walked closer, her index finger slipping inside her pussy.
The light knock on the door spoilt proceedings and Annie said “Shit” before closing her robe. Carl closed his, too, but the huge erection betrayed him as he turned his back to the door, watching in the huge mirror.
“Room service.”
“Coming.”
Annie shook her head and Carl shrugged. He watched her reflection open the door.
A young man, probably in his late twenties or early thirties, grinned and pushed the trolley inside. Annie closed it behind him.
“Carl, what did you order? There’s a week’s worth of food here.”
“Well, it is a special occasion, love.”
“I know, but...” She motioned at him, her eyes rolling towards the bed. It was a slightly embarrassing moment as the young man tried not to react. Carl caught his gaze. Something felt a bit off.
“May I prepare it on the table for you both?” the young man said.
“Oh, yes, please.”
With dexterity, the waiter lifted up the cloth and moved like a dream. His hands were a blur as he laid the table and set out the wine cooler and hot platters. In less than a minute he was finished.
“Will that be all?”
“Yes, thank you. Here you are.” Carl’s erection was now acceptable for viewing, and he stepped to the dresser. Reaching for his wallet, he took out a five-dollar bill. The waiter grinned at him and nodded, reaching out.
“Why, thank you, sir, but five dollars? That’s an insult.”
Carl caught a scent, and Annie looked at him. The whiff of burnt grass and slit-open frogs permeated his nostrils. Fear rose in his throat, hot tickles spread down his spine, and his erection grew again.
“I’m sorry?” Annie asked.
“Oh, don’t be.”
Carl saw the waiter’s hand rise. As it did so he was flung back against the wall, some four feet off the floor. An invisible hand gripped him tightly around the throat. A swirling wind, dark and wispy, came from nowhere. Annie lifted off the floor. Carl wanted to call to her, but his voice was restricted. He could only watch as the waiter’s appearance changed. Gone were the crisp white shirt and bow tie, to be replaced by a thick, long coat, complete with hood.
The voice rang out, arms outstretched as dark eyes peered at him.
“Have I spoilt your evening, wiccan and warlock?”
Annie, still raised, turned her head as Carl watched. He wanted to tell her to be quiet but she never backed down from a situation like this.
“Who are you? We have power; we can stop you,” Annie said.
“Then stop me.” Carl saw him twist his hand and his throat was released but not his body.
“I know you,” Carl croaked through dry lips.
“So you should. Your wife doesn’t. So you came for a dirty break, I take it. Come!”
Carl knew true fear as his wife was moved by a power beyond his own, moved into the hands of the warlock of warlocks.
Slick hands unfastened her robe, relieving it from her now naked body. Carl responded, his cock growing hard again─damn the human body. The bastard held her tight as tears fell down her cheeks.
“Now, now, sweet witch. No tears, only juices. Let me see what an old woman feels like between her hobbit thighs.”
Carl wanted to look away but again his head was fixed, his eyelids held open. The warlock ran his hands down Annie’s soft belly to her neatly trimmed minge. The warlock groaned, his eyes rolling back.
“I love older women, Carl.”
Fingers traced down each side of her folds, pulling them back. “So wet.” He inserted two into her pussy, flicking them in and out. The wet slaps filled the room, almost like a distant echo.
Carl started to cry as Annie’s body betrayed her. She groaned and moaned as young male fingers probed deep inside her. She arched back into the warlock’s rock of a torso, her breasts firm as they pushed forward. Her nipples were like peaks and all Carl could do was hang there.
“Come for me.”
“Stop this. Stop, I command you!”
“You command me, Carl? As I command your wife’s forthcoming orgasm and your downfall.”
“Cormadine Osmaldis, I order you to stop.”
Annie’s voice filled the room even over the loud sound of the increasing wind. Carl knew she was close to orgasm. He could see it in her eyes. Her eyes never lied. She was taken by this beast, her body not her own anymore. Carl ached. He hurt inside. His cock stood at attention, swollen and tight, dripping in response to his wife. She screamed an erotic scream. The warlock’s fingers worked their wicked way as Annie came. Her gaze met Carl’s and he could see the guilt and shame held within them.
“Stop? As you wish. Here comes the end, your demise.”
Annie came.
Carl saw her disgust, wet fingers plucked from her and a spray shot towards him, covering his body. With it came a heat, an intense heat. Tears ran down his cheeks as Annie’s sweet body turned black, the source of burning. She burst into flame. His own body felt charred. He wanted to die, to join her in damnation.
“Happy Valentine’s.”
Osmaldis dropped the black corpse and walked toward him. Looking up, those eyes peered into his very soul.
“Aw, I am sorry, dear Carl. Give me what I want and I will send you to her. I was hoping you’d both put up a fight, but to be honest you are both─sorry─were both pitiful. I’m sorely disappointed.”
“I’ll give you nothing, you bastard. I made a vow.”
“Good for you.”
Carl’s legs snapped, his bones breaking. The pain was indescribable as he was released, dropping until his toes touched the carpet. Next he felt his arms contort, and he screamed out loud. Pain hit him hard as Osmaldis gripped his hair and those deep blue eyes locked to his own.
