Saved By Her Werebear Medic (Steamy Werebear Paramedic Doctor Paranormal Romance) (4 page)

On the drive back home, Gemma blasted the local rock station while she kept watch on the car behind her in her rearview mirror. Nick was driving, and she could practically feel the heat of his stare boring right into her soul. There was something about him that made her tremble all over, and as both her car and theirs turned into her driveway, she realized for the first time what she was about to do.

She was about to invite three strangers inside her home and presumably fuck their brains out. Sure, she’d put on a show for Nick and demanded he honor their bet, but the truth was that she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him when the time came. This kind of rampant lust both thrilled and scared her. What was it about these men that made her throw caution to the wind?

She could hear them laughing amongst themselves before she even got her car door shut. They practically leaped out of their vehicle, all of them regarding Gemma with dark, hungry eyes. She looked each of them over as Nick introduced them.

“Gemma, this is Caleb and Josh,” he said, pointing them out. Caleb was the tallest with short, meticulously-combed blond hair and shoulders the size of Gemma’s whole head. He was wearing a black wool pea coat, Gemma noticed the way his muscles rippled beneath it as he reached out to shake her hand.

“Nice to meet you,” he said. When their skin touched, she felt a little spark. She felt another as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it, then inhaled deeply.

Gemma blinked. Was he
sniffing
her?

Josh was a little burlier than Nick and Caleb were. He was built like a linebacker—Gemma wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d played that exact position in high school. His hair hung in long, silken waves near his shoulders, and he kept a trim beard that was just a little longer than Nick’s was. It was his silvery eyes that really drew her attention, though. She’d never seen anyone with eyes that color before.

“It’s a pleasure,” Josh said with a roguish grin. Gemma bit her lip as he stole her other hand and lightly brushed his finger against the inside of her wrist. They were all so gentle with her, and yet so strong.

“Likewise,” she said. It was about the only word she could muster. Looking at these three gorgeous men left her breathless.

“So, you’re the kind of girl who needs three men to tame her, huh?” Caleb said, his eyes roaming over her curves. “Do you do this kind of thing often, Gemma?”

An uncomfortable silence descended over them. Josh and Nick both gave Caleb looks that, if they were lethal, would have blown him to bits. Gemma blushed.

“You’re my firsts,” she said, finally breaking the tension. “At least, for this arrangement.” Then she turned around and walked into her house, her heart pounding a mile a minute in her ears.

She set her keys on the table and looked back at the men uncertainly. She didn’t know whether she should offer them something to drink or get right to it, or what. She’d never been in a situation like this before, and despite her ever-growing lust for the men, Gemma still felt like she was at a disadvantage among them.

“So, um,” she began, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, “Nick says you guys like things kinda rough?”

Josh locked the door behind them. “You’re kidding, right? He didn’t tell you?”

Gemma frowned. “Tell me what?”

“I didn’t think it was appropriate,” Nick answered with a shrug. “Especially not at a bar packed with people.”

“Oh, come on, Nick,” Caleb said with a scowl. “We all promised that if we ever brought a girl home, we’d be honest about it. Upfront. Remember?”

Nick grimaced. “I do. Which is why none of us have brought home any women in the past few months.”

Josh snorted. “Well, what did you expect after the last time?”

Gemma stood in her living room, staring. What the hell were these guys talking about? More importantly, what had she gotten herself into?

She wet her lips. “Um… the
last time?
”

Nick sighed. “She won’t believe us. Not without a demonstration.”

“Well, I’m not going to do it,” Josh said. “It gets me all riled up. I won’t sleep a wink tonight.”

“Me either,” Caleb agreed. “Gives me the munchies every damn time.”

“Okay,” Gemma said more forcefully, “what the hell is going on here?”

“I’ll do it,” Nick said. He turned to Gemma. “I’ll show her what we are.”

Her stomach dropped and an icy fear seized her.
Oh, God,
she thought,
leave it to me to bring home a pack of serial killers…

But she soon realized it wasn’t serial killers she had to be worried about.

Nick stepped forward, removing his shirt and exposing the hard muscles of his chest and abs. Gemma tried not to lick her lips as he next worked on his belt, slipping the tab through the buckle and then unbuttoning his pants.

He pulled them down and stepped out of them, leaving him only in his boxers. But soon he removed those too, revealing his Adonis lines and where they led to: a very thick, hard cock.

It was so beautiful. Gemma had to admire its smoothness and the red, velvety head gently bobbing with each of Nick’s breaths. When she met his gaze, however, she saw that something had changed. Something that had little to do with his nakedness.

His eyes were glowing. And soon those muscles were bulging even bigger and his back was bending, and with sickening pops and twists his ligaments and organs stretched and rearranged. Thick tufts of brown fur sprouted over him from head to toe, and soon she was no longer staring at a man, but at a great grizzly bear standing on all fours in her living room.

The bear dug its claws into the floor, then reared back a little. It was too tall for her ceiling, but even sitting back on its haunches, it was a terrifying sight.

And Gemma did feel terror. But something else, too. Something closer to awe.

“You’re…” she whispered. So much about Nick had changed, and yet his eyes remained the same. She couldn’t believe the implications of what she’d just seen, but she could think of no other explanation. “You’re a… a…”

“Werebears,” Caleb said softly. He stepped out from behind Nick’s shaggy, hulking form. “We’re werebears, Gemma. We’re all part of a clan of shifters just trying to eke out an existence in this modern world. And you need to know that before you agree to take things further with us.”

“You don’t expect me to let you into my bedroom like this,” she said, eyeing Nick’s bear form warily. “Do you?”

“Of course not,” Josh assured her. “But some of our supernatural strength translates to our human bodies. Especially in the heat of the moment.”

“And the last time we let a woman in on this, she reacted… badly,” Caleb added.

Gemma’s head was spinning. She clumsily pulled out one of her dining chairs and sat on it. “I’m going to need you to explain that,” she murmured.

Nick’s bear form was melting away, and in its place stood the man himself again. Gemma shook her head in utter disbelief.
I can’t believe this is happening to me.

He said, “The girl in question took off running. Told the cops we were some kind of sickos using bears to intimidate our victims into having sex with us.” He ran a hand through his hair, as though checking to make sure all the fur was gone. “We had to leave town pretty quick after that.”

“We’re being honest with you, Gemma,” Josh said, his stormy eyes pleading. “Please don’t punish us for that.”

“No,” she told him. “No, I have no intention of doing anything like that.” She shifted her gaze to Nick’s. “The only one getting punished here is you.”

“Me?” he asked. “What’d I do?”

Gemma stood up on shaky legs and approached him slowly, swinging her hips as she did so. Werebear or not, Nick was sexy. His body called to her. Hell, all of theirs did. “You lost a bet. Remember?”

“So you’ll still have us?” Caleb asked.

Gemma nodded, looking at each one of them in turn. “I will.” She could hardly believe she was saying it, and maybe she’d had too much to drink, but she wanted the three men in her living room all the same.

She turned away from them then and sauntered toward her bedroom. She paused at the doorway. “Hurry up,” she cooed in a sing-song voice and heard the men moving to follow her.

This was it. There was no turning back now.

Nick grabbed the chair she’d been sitting on and walked past Gemma into the bedroom, dragging it noisily behind him. He shoved it into the corner of the room and slumped down into it, folding his arms as he watched Gemma close the door.

“Don’t be such a sore loser,” she taunted him, beginning to unbutton her blouse. “Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

Nick grunted in response, crossed his arms over his chest, and watched as Gemma pulled her blouse away from her magnificent tits. All the men around her stared in wonderment as she began to move, undulating and writhing like a serpent in the middle of the room. She ran her hands up through her hair, letting it cascade back down around her shoulders as her tits jiggled softly within the confines of her bra.

“That’s a good boy,” Gemma said huskily, winking at him as the first strap of her bra fell down her arm. She danced with no music, swaying her hips and ass in a rhythm so hypnotic she almost forgot all about their bet, about their special powers, about how insane this all was. All she wanted to think about now was succumbing to the animal attraction inside of her, and that meant she had to stop thinking altogether.

Gemma freed her tits from her bra and discarded it to a chorus of whistles and groans from her audience. Now that they were exposed, everyone could see how round, full, and heavy they were. Her rosy pink nipples hardened immediately as the air hit them, and as she linked her thumbs into her jeans, she bent forward to give everyone the perfect view of her tits hanging low in front of her.

A quick glance at Nick showed his dickhead had begun to leak. He grimaced, shifted in his seat, and made a discreet adjustment. He allowed himself to indulge in another “adjustment” before settling down to watch Gemma slowly slide her pants down the swell of her ass and over her lily-white thighs.

“Now
that’s
a nice ass,” Josh declared, reaching over to give it a good squeeze. Gemma lowered the straps of her thong to the bottom of her cheeks and presented it again, this time earning not just Josh’s hand, but Caleb’s, as well. Their huge palms practically engulfed her, and as she pulled her thong away from the lips of her smooth, shaven pussy, a long string of her juices came along with it. Gemma was already soaking wet.

“Oh, shit,” Caleb murmured. He had also apparently noticed her condition. “This bitch is ready to go!”

Nick growled, but Gemma just grinned in response.

“More than you know,” she purred, spreading her legs. Still leaning forward, she dipped her fingers into her slit and parted her lips, revealing her pink cunt glistening with her desire. She was so wet that it was smearing all over her inner thighs.

Josh licked his lips, watching as Gemma began to toy with her clit in front of him. She kept her motions slow and steady, fingering herself in such a way as to provide every man there the perfect view.

She stole a glance at the men. They were all pulling their cocks out, and each one seemed even bigger than the last. Nick’s was the biggest of all, though, and the way it was standing at attention for her made her even wetter.

“Don’t waste it, boys,” Gemma said, lowering herself onto her knees on the floor. “Put those cocks to good use.”

No one had to be told twice. Josh and Caleb crowded around her, shoving their pants to the floor and eagerly waggling their dicks in Gemma’s face, rubbing their tips all over her hair and skin. She beamed at the attention and opened her mouth, her long, pink tongue flicking expectantly in preparation for the first dick of the night.