The Bear's Desire (Paranormal BBW Werebear Shifter Erotica)
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Authors: Haley Nix
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© 2014 By Haley Nix
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Bear’s Desire
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used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
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The Bear’s
Desire
Stella stalked slowly through the
snow-covered forest, her agile paws sinking softly into several inches of cold,
white snow. The combination of her flawless stride and her white winter coat
made her soundless and nearly invisible as she moved through the icy wood. She
liked days like this.
Walking between the glistening,
ice-glazed trees, she wondered whether she’d made a mistake in leaving life out
in the wild – leaving the world of shifters to blaze her own trail in the
equally-bewildering world of human beings. She didn’t live a particularly
majestic life, struggling to get by in a cramped apartment on the outskirts of
New York City. She was working constantly, but only bringing home a modest
paycheck. All of her friends gave her the same advice:
find a man and get
married.
But that was precisely why she’d left
the shifter world in the first place. She loathed the idea of being taken as a
mate, forced to remain true to one single shifter that she didn’t give a damn
about. It’s not that she hated the idea in theory. No, if a suitable mate were
to make himself available, she’d oblige. It was the fact that none of the
shifters she came across seemed to be worthy of her.
Each of the wolves who’d pursued Stella
was in his own way beneath her. None of them could match her in battle. Perhaps
they might outmatch her in strength, but her cunning ensured she always
remained undefeated. Every potential courter ended up lying on his back,
whimpering in acute pain, just another casualty in her wake as she walked
slowly away, laughing and howling into the night.
Stella left many wolves in this
condition. All the neighboring packs had sent their best shifters in pursuit of
her heart, but none could match her style in battle. She could never respect a
mate who was unable to dominate her body and match wits with her perspicuous
mind. It was only after this long line of suitors was exhausted that she’d made
the decision to escape to the world of humans.
But what she’d found there was even more
depressing. The men she came across seemed weak-willed. The stared at her
curves across the rooms of dimly-lit, late-night bars. They bought her drinks
and made ill-conceived drunken advances, hoping she’d lose her sense of
judgment and wind up in their apartments, taking her clothes off and spreading
her legs for their pleasure.
Sometimes her body ached for a sensual
touch. She wanted to be dominated, taken by someone who was her equal, someone
who would worship her curvy body and respect her mind. Such a man wasn’t to be
found in a New York bar, just as such a shifter wasn’t to be found among the
neighboring packs of her old territory.
The forest she walked through right now
was located in Upstate New York, near a small town on the Hudson River. It was
the same forest she always like to explore. To get here, she’d take an express
train out of the city, carrying just the clothes on her back and a novel
clutched in her hands for entertainment on the ride.
After a few stops, Stella would sneak
out onto the back platform of the train when no one was watching. Looking both
ways, she would survey the scene to ensure secrecy for this final act of
escape. There was always a bit of hesitation here, like the moment before
jumping into a pool of icy water.
Finally, she’d spring out, the train still barreling
down the track, disappearing behind her as she flew through the air. By the
time she landed on the train tracks, her body would be transformed into that of
a white wolf. She’d peer slowly around once more, her senses much more
heightened in her animalistic state. Once she had her bearings, she would
disappear from the train tracks into the nearby forest, following the familiar
path to her favorite spot.
***
Stella was walking through her favorite
spot at this very moment. It was a cold day in the woods, but the sun shone
brightly through the barren trees, illuminating the ground around her. The
touch of sun on her back was the only warmth she felt in this brisk
environment.
She was at peace here, so much so that
she wondered whether she should give it all up and come back to the world of
nature. The quiet serenity of the woods was surely an improvement over the
noisy chaos of the city. Besides, this was her natural habitat; every sensation
in her body at this moment seemed to verify this fact. She felt at home in
these woods.
But still, there was dangers to a life
out here in the wild. There was no police protection, no courts, no justice in
the woods. Life was dictated by the law of nature:
kill or be killed
.
Stella had to be wary of her surroundings when she took these secret walks. A
lone wolf, even one of her caliber, was still vulnerable to attack. Eventually
she’d have to sleep.
Who would watch her back then?
That’s why she always made her way back
to the train before night fall. As much as she wanted to come out and hide in
these woods for days on end, spending the night alone was too great of a risk.
Stella looked up to the sky, gauging the
height of the sun to tell what time it was. She still had a few hours left,
she’d extend her journey a bit further before turning back towards the train
station.
Over the following hours, the shadows
cast by the trees grew longer as the sun disappeared behind the mountains on
the far side of the Hudson River. Stella knew it was dangerous to stay, but she
couldn’t help herself. She climbed further to reach the open face the mountain.
Before long she found herself at the top of a large cliff and lay down, resting
on the overlook – it was the perfect vantage point for watching the gorgeous
winter sunset currently in progress.
Stella concentrated on the majestic
scene before her, watching the last glimmers of sun dance on the choppy water
of the river. It was a windy day down below, and even up on the mountaintop she
wasn’t immune to the chilling breeze. She shivered as the sun and its warmth
disappeared. Only a small sliver of it showed over the top of the mountain,
painting the sky in shades of red, orange and pink.
Then the sliver disappeared and darkness fell all
around her. It was nearly pitch black as she made her way back down the
mountain. Fortunately, she had the lights of the riverside houses below to
guide her for part of the way, but occasionally they dipped out of view and she
found herself ensconced once more in blackness of the most impenetrable type.
The moon had yet to rise tonight.
Her body was nearly shaking in the cold.
With the disappearance of the sun, the temperature must have dropped over
twenty degrees. Stella knew it would only get colder. How had she even
considered the possibility of staying overnight in the forest? Without a den to
sleep in and keep her warm, staying overnight would practically be a form of
suicide.
Since leaving the wilderness for the
human world, Stella spent most of her time in the city and her body simply
wasn’t adapted to the harshness of the world outside. If she ever wanted to
escape the confines of her human life, the path back to the shifter world
wouldn’t be easy. It would take time to acclimate, to readjust, to build up her
toughness in the face of the elements.
***
Stella continued down the mountain and
into a ravine. It was a treacherous path, but it was the fastest way back to
the station. She envisioned herself one hour from now sitting comfortably in
the cozy cabin of the train, watching the light of the moon playing on the
water of the river, sipping a hot cup of coffee as she made her way back into
the city.
But she was still far from the train
station. If it took as long to get back as it did going up, she still had more
than an hour to go. In the darkness, it could take even longer. As fearless as
Stella was, even she began to feel a sense of nervous apprehension. It didn’t
help that suddenly she could feel eyes on her, watching her tread her path
through the darkness.
She couldn’t tell what direction the threat
was emanating from, just that it was close. Another shifter, perhaps?
Definitely
.
She swiveled her furry head as she walked, shifting her eyes from side to side,
her steps more cautious now, her senses sharpened and on guard against attack.
Her eyes had adjusted to the light by now, but she still couldn’t see more than
twenty feet in front of her.
The moon was rising in the sky at this
point, adding a modest amount of light to the dark landscape around her. But
the pale glow yielded little in the way of visibility. Instead, it lent the
trees mysterious, bending shadows that seemed to play tricks on Stella’s eyes
as she paced slowly through the fresh snow.
Around every tree trunk she seemed to
see a hulking beast waiting for her in the shadows. But when she finally
reached each tree, nothing was to be found – not even paw prints. There was
simply no trace of life at all.
Still, Stella knew someone was watching her. The fur
on her back bristled, her wolf’s body readying itself to fend off an attack.
She would never back down from a fight, but she knew she was at a disadvantage
in these woods; they were foreign territory. The shifter that continued
watching her from some undisclosed location was most likely a denizen of these
woods – it was his territory and he meant to protect it and claim submission
from anyone who dared to walk on its hallowed ground.
A branch snapped somewhere behind her,
and Stella whirled around, straining her eyes to see the source of the sound.
This was her first confirmation that she was indeed being stalked as she
blindly made her way back to the train station.
“Show yourself,” she growled.
But she was only met with silence. She
walked back through the trees, retracing her path, searching for the beast that
had been following her. Mysteriously, no footprints were to be found. Again,
she called into the darkness.
“If you have any sense of pride, reveal
yourself right now!” she howled into the wind, a biting cold wind that carried
her voice through the darkness.
If she was forced to fight, she wanted
it on her own terms. She couldn’t afford to be blindsided in some cheap shot
attack. Only when she got the other shifter in view would she feel confident of
total victory.
***
Stella stood there a moment longer,
looking around, waiting for some movement, some indication that her challenge
had been accepted. When she heard no response, she turned around and bounded
away down the mountain, hoping to get back to the safety of civilization as
soon as possible.
But as she ran through the darkness a
haunting feeling overcame her. She was so close to this other beast she felt
she could feel his heart beating. He must have a big heart, a strong heart. He
couldn’t be some ordinary wolf, not with the way his presence overcame her like
this.
Stella was jolted from her thoughts by
the crash of branches. Out of the trees behind her plummeted a gigantic, dark
shape. Its eyes glowed yellow as it looked at her. Stella’s first instinct was
to run.
Could this be the first fight she wouldn’t win?
She dodged trees stealthily as she
bolted from the scene, sprinting through the frosty darkness of the night. An
occasional glance behind her let her know the beast was in hot pursuit. This
was either the biggest wolf she’d ever seen in her life or something else
entirely.
The creature chased her down into
another ravine. Stella stumbled and scraped herself against a pile of sharpened
rocks. But the instinct for survival made her get up instantly, the pain barely
registering in the intensity of the moment. As she sprinted further, she
realized that her attempted escape was futile. The creature had chased her up
to the bottom of a small cliff.
Desperately, Stella leaped, trying to clear the edge
of the cliff. She reached the top of it with her front paws, holding onto the
edge for dear life as she tried to pull the rest of her body up. But just as
she thought she might get away she felt herself being pulled back down with a
jarring blow to the back. She lay on the floor of the ravine looking up into
the glowing yellow eyes of a gigantic black bear.
“Get up,” roared the bear mercilessly.
“You’re staying with me for the night.”
Stella winced in pain, but then sprang
up unexpectedly, catapulting herself towards the bear and taking a vicious
swipe with her left paw, cutting him across the chest and causing him to
stumble backwards.
The bear let out a forceful roar, one of
anger more than pain. He wasn’t hurt by Stella’s attack; he was insulted.
“How
dare
you touch m
e?
Don’t
you know whose territory you’re on!?
”
“I don’t give a damn,” growled Stella.
“Now leave me be.”
“Not a chance.”
The bear paced towards her. Stella
bounded into the boulders at her side, springing off of three of them in turn
before landing on the ground behind the bear and taking another swipe.
