ROMANCE: Bear Naked Seduction (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 1) (230 page)

Chapter 3

              Several drinks later, most of which Andrea had poured on the other side of the half-wall, Hank was swinging back and forth in his seat and telling her about three bears.

              “People think it’s magic, but I think it’s science,” Hank said, moving his glass around so emphatically that some of the liquid sloshed out of it and splattered over Hank’s clothes. The billionaire either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “But people are stupid, you know?”

              “So you do own a bear?” Andrea asked for the umpteenth time. She had turned on the tape recorder some time ago, and it now hid beneath her notepad. If only Hank would actually something incriminating and not random. “Hank? Do you own a bear?”

              He stood up and dropped his glass. “You can’t own the bear! No one owns the bear!”

              Her eyes lit up and she grinned. “So there is a bear?”

              Growling, Hank turned and shoved her to her back. His entire body hovered over her, his eyes flashing with lust. “No one controls the bear!”

              “Hank!” Andrea cried out, surprise and heat flaring through her. Confliction ran through her for a brief moment—could she really compromise herself for a story? But it instantly vanished when he began leaning toward her, his arms wobbling and his body swaying clumsy; he could pass out at any moment—could quit talking.

Seeing the opportunity for the fleeting thing that it was, she grabbed his face and pulled him toward into a deep kiss. Her lower belly burned with desire, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her throat. Perhaps this part of the job wasn’t so bad...

              Hank then pinned her arms to the couch, his grip on her decent but slipping every so often as he clearly struggled to remain conscious. They were awkwardly squished there, but Hank didn’t seem to find this problematic. Truthfully, she didn’t either.

              “Bears can’t be owned or controlled,” he murmured over her lips before kissing her again, harder this time. With his tongue, he painted burning alcohol and saliva over her lips. When he was done, he raised himself a little and breathed out, “They take all of their mates.” His eyes shrank into black orbs for just a second before shifting back to normal.

              Andrea stared wide-eyed at him—at him and his now-normal eyes. Was she crazy? Was she more buzzed than she initially thought?

              Hank nibbled at her jaw, and then he licked and kissed his way up to her ear. “Bears are powerful, and we three are the most powerful in the whole goddamn world.”

              “Three?” Andrea stuttered, desire flooding through her yet again; it didn’t push away her curiosity though, and she focused harder on Hank’s words.

              “Yes.” He wrapped his lips around her earlobe and sucked. “Why else would we work together?”

              Andrea’s mind reeled, shoving aside all of her emotions. “Wait, you’re telling me the Billionaire Trio own bears?”

              “No one owns the bear!” He raised himself again, staring down at her and breathing heavily. “Why can’t you understand that?”

              “So it’s just one bear?”

              He gawked at her like she was the most idiotic person he had ever seen. “We’re three bears.”

              Andrea nodded, deciding to play along. He was obviously drunk, so it shouldn’t be surprising that he wasn’t making sense. Still, if all three of these billionaires illegally owned a bear, then that was a better story than what she was assigned to discover.

              “Tell me more,” she said.

              “God, you’re hot,” he said. “I love them curvy.” He grabbed the collar of her shirt and yanked down.

              She gasped at the sudden and powerful action, cool air brushing over clavicle. Automatically, she arched closer toward him with the need to be touched—tasted. “Oh, Hank. Yes.”

              “Yes, yes, say my name,” he growled, his hands still pulling down her shirt.

              The next second, he managed to completely tear apart her top.

              “Fernando is such a dumbass,” he breathed, his eyes glued to her bra and hands as he tossed away bits of her shirt. “But that might be the bear in him—biology’s all stupid. Grizzlies take what they want. You understand?”

              “You have a grizzly—” Andrea caught herself, shaking her head a little. She reached for her bra and tried to take it off, but she was distracted by too many thoughts and emotions to get the garment off of her. “A grizzly lives here? Unowned?”

              Hank grinned devilishly. “Yes.” He grabbed her hands and pulled them away. Again, his eyes flashed in a weird way…like he was on drugs, maybe. He gaped at her breasts. “Yes, and he takes what he wants.”

              “What else does he do? And what about Fernando’s bear?” Again, she arched her chest toward him. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling with a sense of triumphant. “Tell me everything.”

              Hank kissed her cleavage, his tongue darting out every so often to taste her flesh. When he came upon her bra, he grabbed it with his teeth and growled. Then, instantly, his head shot up and the bra came tearing off of her.

              Andrea inhaled sharply. The fabric of her bra—the freaking wires—had not been that weak, had they? As she was trying to process what she had just witnessed, Hank was already sucking her left nipple. When his teeth grazed over the hardened pebble, she gasped and bucked toward him. “Oh, Hank, that’s good.”

              “Submit,” he breathed, nipping at her left breast before he licked his way over to her right one.

              “I’m submitting,” she said. “Just keep talkin—” She gasped again when he bit her right nipple, heat flaring through her and making her head spin. “—talking about the bears.”

              Hank growled, lightly biting into her breast and pulling it upward.

              The flesh between her legs moistened, her entire body quivering with a sudden arousal. She couldn’t hold back her moans as he continued to bite and taste her, making her hotter and wetter.

              “Hank,” she gasped, already forgetting about the interview. “Hank, please, just…” Instead of voicing her embarrassing wants, a more embarrassing whine squealed out of her throat.

              “You’re mine,” he growled, grabbing her pants and tearing them to shreds. “Grizzlies, Polars—they take want they want. And I’m both!” After he grabbed the bottom of her panties and tore them off of her, he went about tearing off his own pants and underwear.

              “Polars?” she whispered, trying to think past the fog of lust.

              “Yes.”

              Andrea’s eyebrows shot up the moment she saw his large member, hard and spurting out precum. She followed it as far as she could—up until he was pushing it inside her wet folds.

              Her head fell back, pain and pleasure throbbing inside of her. “God, Hank, yes—”

              “Scream it,” he growled, shoving himself inside of her.

              She cried out, her fingers clawing into the couch while her legs twitched. “Hank! Yes!”

              He pumped himself in and out of her at a rapid pace, his movements jagged. “Louder!”

              “Hank!”

              “Yes!”

              Pain and pleasure burst inside of her with each of his thrusts, and she loved every second of it; she had never had sex like this before—so powerful, so raw. Tears trailing from her eyes, she continued to scream Hank’s name; it was the only thing she could think to do.

              “Tell me you submit,” he breathed, slowing a little and grinning down at her. “Tell me you submit to me.”

              Burning passion flooded through. She trembled and moaned, “Yes.”

              Hank bared his teeth and moved faster. “Say it!”

              “I submit to you.”

              Smiling again, he returned to his rapid pace. The friction—all of the angles—it was only a matter of moments before Andrea was crying out in ecstasy, pleasure overwhelming her senses and wracking through her. She felt Hank come a few seconds later, his seed searing into her.

              Grunting, Hank slowed and then collapsed on top of her. Andrea was too listless to even squirm beneath his heavy weight.

              “You’re mine,” he panted out. “You stay.”

              “Okay,” she said, turning her head away so that she could breathe. “Okay. Tell me more about you and these bears.” When he didn’t answer right away, Andrea tapped him. “Hank?”

              He snored in response.

              Andrea let her arms fall. Relief and pleasure continued to wash over her, but she expected that self-hatred and shame would follow soon enough. She bit her lip at the thought, little wisps of breath moving past her lips. As long as she got evidence for Hank’s claims, then this little…indiscretion would be worth it. At least, that’s what she told herself.

Chapter 4

              The next couple of days were the most degrading of Andrea’s life. Hank, once sober, didn’t openly admit that he had claimed he owned her during their lovemaking, but he still acted like he knew he said those very words. He bought her dresses and then told her which ones to wear when they went out. He held her ass tightly when the press took their pictures and he stuck his tongue down her throat when no one was around. In return of her
services
, Hank continued to talk about the bears the Billionaire Trio owned separately—one of them being half Grizzly, half Polar—though he was more elusive sober than when he was drunk. And while she had gotten him to confess to having these creatures live on their properties into her tape recorder, she still sensed there was more to the story.

              “Every time you drink, you tell me that no one owns the bear,” Andrea said, wearing a purple backless dress. Her tape recorder in one hand and her purse in the other, she waited patiently in the entryway while Hank made his slow way toward her. “What do you mean by that?”

              “What do you think I mean by that?” he said, smirking. He took his hands out of his jacket’s pockets and crossed his arms. “You’re smart. Read me.”

              “It sounds like you’re an animal activist who wants to protect animals’ rights.”

              Hank snorted, amusing lighting his eyes. “Yes, let’s say that’s my answer then.” As she opened her mouth to protest, he moved up to her and pushed aside her tape recorder. “Now, now, no need for that tonight. Tonight is about having more fun, not working.” He snaked his arm around her waist and kissed her.

              Andrea tried not to wince into the kiss. When they parted, she smiled at him. “Right. Of course. Let’s go.”

              He extended his arm toward the door, and she obeyed the silent command and walked toward it.

              At a different bar than the one they had gone to the night before, Andrea was relieved to find herself sitting at the end of the row of women who were sitting beside Hank. They were all at the bar counter, most of the women completely focused on Hank and his wads of cash while Andrea rested her elbows on the counter and drank her martini. Beside her, the woman laughed hysterically at something Hank had said, and Andrea rolled her eyes.

              The music was too loud—thrumming through her body—the lights were too bright and moving too quickly back and forth…

              What had she become? When had being a journalist meant being a whore? Andrea raised her glass and swirled it around a little. A dull pain pounded inside of her skull as various thoughts taunted her. The more rational side of her told her to sneak out of the bar—let Hank enjoy time with all these new women. She had quotes from him—she had enough to write the story. But the way his eyes changed sometimes…the way he spoke about the bears as if they were people…as if they were people he knew…there was something more to this that tugged at Andrea’s curiosity. It was about more than her job; she had to know the truth of what was happening here.

              Reassured and determined, she finished the remnants of her martini and then shoved the glass aside. The beverage burned pleasantly through her as she stood up and made her way over to Hank. He had a woman draped over each of his shoulders like a human-cloak. When he noticed Andrea, Hank looked away from the other women and smiled.

              “Hey, sweetheart,” Hank said, leaning forward a little. The whites of his eyes had a slight yellowish tint to them, his head swaying back and forth in an uneven rhythm. “You getting looonesome on the edge? I apologize for this arrangement, but I did say ‘first come, first serve.’” He laughed, and then all of the women around him laughed; some of them pawed at his arm, and he turned to give one of these ladies a sloppy kiss.

              Andrea prevented herself from rolling her eyes. Instead, keeping her expression calm yet seductive, she whistled sharply.

              Hank’s head jolted up, his wide eyes on her.

              “I understand, Hank,” Andrea said, speaking over the music. She bended forward and parted her lips a little, a warm, fruit-scented breath leaving her mouth and brushing against Hank’s face. “I really, really do. But I’d love to hear more stories about the bears—how uncontainable they are.” She raised her head a little, allowing her cleavage to be fully exposed.

              Hank licked his lips, his eyes glued to her chest. “The bears?”

              “Tell me how wild they are,” Andrea said, slowly moving herself back and forth. “Tell me where they like to go, and—if you want to get really kinky—tell me about the men who…take care of them.” When Hank didn’t say or do anything other than scoot forward a little bit, Andrea knew she needed to persuade him further. Shame flushing through her—as well as a twisted sense of arousal—she grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled them down until her breasts were fully exposed.

              Hank, pushing aside the other women, rose to his feet and immediately pressed his palms against her nipples. As he groped her, she leaned into his touch and moaned.

              “Let’s go,” Hank growled, grabbing her hand and leading her through the bar in her partially undressed state.

              Andrea had the sense to blush and cringe every time someone glanced at her, but she worked to keep most of her focus on Hank. “Am I going to see the bears behind the men tonight, sexy?”

              “Damn straight!”

              He shoved past several people while keeping his grip painfully tight on her. The lights seemed to move about in a more manic pace as they exited the front doors. When there was nothing but streetlamps and dulled starlight lighting their path, Andrea had to blink hard to adjust to the softer sight; everything just seemed too dark and motionless to her, the chaos of the bar having warped her senses a bit.

              “Hank?” she said, trying to regain her concentration on him. “What about the bears?”

              “You’re going to see one, sweetheart, along with the face of God.”

              Andrea smiled triumphantly up until the moment Hank practically threw her front against his limo. It had been parked in the back of the lot where a large streetlamp casted a blaring light over it. And although there weren’t many people around this part of the area, the brightness of it made Andrea’s skin tingle with even more self-awareness than she already had.

              “Hank,” she said, gasping when he grinded his body against her backside. “Take me to the bear; we can make love in front of it.”

              Hank chortled, his hot breath panting over her neck right before he bit it. She flinched in response, but she otherwise did not move.

              “I’m not making love to you,” he growled against her pulse. “I’m fucking you.” He clawed into her back, making her cry out as he tore off her dress in two quick swipes. Then he tore off her panties before he grinded his erection against her rear again. “I’m going to make you scream—going to make everyone know who you belong to.”

              “Even the bear?” she whispered brokenly, heat spiking through as she gyrated against the cool limo.

Between the heat of Hank and the chill of the vehicle, her body was flushing with all kinds of sensations and desires.

“Yes,” he said. Then, snaking his arm around her waist, he pulled her back far enough for him to open the door and shove her inside of the limo. “You want to see the bear? You’ll see the goddamn bear.”

On her hands and knees, she was about to turn over when Hank pressed his body against hers. Trapping her in that stance, she heard him tear off his own expensive clothing with a few swipes. Did he simply buy feeble fabric to make himself seem impressive during these kinds of scenarios? Andrea was barely able to ask herself that question, heat and pain flashing through her the second Hank grabbed her hips and shoved his swollen member inside of her.

“Marcy!” Hank shouted. “Take us home!”

              Outside the sloshing sounds of Hank thrusting himself into her, Andrea heard the limo door close before its engine started up. After that, she felt as if the world was swaying around. Her arms shook, and her hands continuously fumbled about while she tried to maintain her balance. Hank was moving so quickly—so roughly—it was difficult for her to focus on the sensation itself; it felt as if her core had dulled its senses a little in order to withstand Hank’s animalistic need.

              “Yes, yes,” Hank snarled into her back, his nails clawing into her hips. “Yes, take me. Take all of me. Take the bear.”

              Andrea had no idea what he was talking about now. She just widened her legs a little and lowered her chest the ground. Her nipples rubbed against the flooring with each jarring motion Hank made, sending shocks of pleasure through her wet core. Andrea moaned and whined in response, finally gaining enough motivation to move back and forth as aggressively as he was.

              “Yes! Yes!” Hank shouted, raising his head from his back. He let out a loud growl that immediately turned into an ungodly roar. “Yes!”

              Andrea went cold, fear constricting her heart and icing her veins. That sound Hank had made…it didn’t even seem like it came from a human. And the more she paid attention to the feel of him, she was aware of how thick and sharp his clothes—no, no, his skin was. His fur was.

              “Hank,” she gasped out, awkwardly rising until she was resting on her forearms. Her body trembling from fear and its exertion, she forced herself to turn at a painful angle and look behind her.

              In that moment, she swore her heart stopped.

              Hank was no longer Hank—not completely anyway. His skin had somehow gained massive patches of thick tan hair, his face misshapen and his eyes fully black and glinting like onyx orbs. He was grinning madly, revealing his sharp yet roundish teeth.

              Andrea screamed. And as she tried to scramble away from the demon, she heard it roar as it came inside of her.

              “Get off! Get off!” she shouted. “Stop!”

              He instantly removed his cock from inside of her, the rapid motion making her flinch with discomfort. But she didn’t care about that. Her blood racing through her, she moved as quickly as she could to escape—to jump out of the vehicle if she had to. She managed to grip the door handle to do just that when human hands grabbed and yanked her back. Her head and back bounced against the ground, pain erupting in those areas of her body and making her mind swim. A few seconds later, she felt a pressure pinning her arms by her sides.

              God, what was happening? How could anyone throw her around so easily? She was no lightweight, not even to a monster—

              “Sweetheart,” Hank panted, his voice choked. “Sweetheart, calm down for a second, okay? Just calm down and let me explain.”

              Andrea blinked hard. She couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think—she could only gape at Hank, who looked human again. And who also looked terrified.

              “I lose a little control sometimes,” he said, a nervous giggle burbling up his throat. He blinked too quickly and his smile was a little too wide for it to seem genuine. “You understand, right? Accidents happen. I’m forgivable, aren’t I? I’m only human.”

              She would have furrowed her brow in utter confusion if her eyes weren’t so determined to remain excruciatingly wide. “What the fuck are you?!”

              “What? Oh! The bear-thing.” Hank had the sick gall to laugh. He shook his head, his body falling against the seats a little as the limo driver made a turn. “Yeah, we shapeshift into bears. I mean, Fernando is big on ‘saving us all,’ but whatever. So long as it’s controlled, it’s fine, right?” His eyelids lower, a little drool dripping from his mouth. “God, I feel great. So great. You—you’re so hot and being inside of you while you’re taunting the bear makes it feel so—”

              “What the hell are you talking about?!”

              Hank’s face fell, his drunkenness too evident as he tried to swallow a few times without success. “Okay, okay, just…don’t panic or squeal, okay? I’ll tell you more when I can think straight. But for now, just be cool, okay? Not gonna hurt you, it’s just a…thing I can do. Like a party trick!”

              Incredulous, Andrea forced herself to take a deep breath. Hank Bennet was insane, though he was also telling the truth about his…party trick. Trapped beneath him—trapped in this situation—trapped by her own damn curiosity—she found herself nodding before she could think better of it. What else could she do, anyway?

              Hank sighed, clearly relieved. “Good. Thanks.”

              Andrea nodded again, her entire body tensed. This was the greatest discovery of her career, yet she felt nothing but regret and panic.