The Bear's Desire (Paranormal BBW Werebear Shifter Erotica) (2 page)

“You think you can match my agility?”
she asked daringly, as if she was now trying to provoke a fight.

“Who needs agility when you have raw
strength?” he responded.

The bear rose to his full size, and
swung his arm in a long arc, crashing it into the trunk of a tree. Stella
watched in awe as the tree trunk snapped, splintering wood and dust into the
cold night air.

“It’s your move now,” he growled.

She paced around him, sizing him up. He
was enormous and clearly her superior in strength. He had speed, too, notable
in the way he’d pursued her. She continued to stare in silence, readying
herself for the chance that he would attack, already planning the countermove
in her head like an expert chess player.

“No answer?” he asked.

Still silence.

“You’re coming with me then.”

“No,” she growled.

“Look, you’ve got two options. You can
come willingly, or I can take you against your will. Which of those sounds
easier to you?”

“I’ve got a third option,” growled
Stella.

“Oh yeah? What’s
that
?”

“
I can kill you
.”

The gigantic bear let out something like
a laugh, his body convulsing with a certain sarcastic pleasure, as if the
possibility of losing a fight could only be a joke to a creature such as him.

“You’ll get your chance to fight me. But
I propose a deal. The only way you will escape is by killing me. Do that, and
you’ve bought your freedom. But if I win, you go to bed with me in my den. And
what more, you’ll
like
it. Do you agree to the terms of the deal?”

“I’d rather die than sleep with you.”

Stella sprang at him once more, and the
bear easily swiped her to the side with one swing of his powerful arm. She
crashed into the side of the ravine before rolling back down to his feet. He
was about to attack again when she rolled out from beneath, back on her four sturdy
paws. She took a few quick steps and catapulted off a nearby rock, landing
herself on the bear’s back. She took a vicious bite at his neck.

The bear roared and shook her off.
Stella fell to a ground, a sharp rock gouging the soft skin below her ribcage
as she landed. She yelped in pain, clutching her side. The bear stood up,
towering over her.

“You have already lost. I could kill you
now, but I won’t.”

Stella could barely growl the pain was so intense.
Instead she waited as the bear hoisted her onto his back and carried her
through the woods. She was too weak to fight back, too weak to make an escape.

Her body felt so cold. Even if she could somehow
disengage herself, the bear would undoubtedly chase her down. She tried to calm
her mind and face up to her future with a cool head. She would bide her time;
perhaps once she regained her strength she could escape from the bear’s den.

***

Stella kept her cool as the bear carried
her underground into a massive hollow that she assumed was his den. Inside, a
fire blazed, casting shadows all along the rough shapes of the dirt walls. It
was positively enormous and had an air of luxury about it, a level of warmth
and finesse that seemed out of place in the harsh woods in which it was
located.

Yet even inside this large den, the bear
that carried her was enormous. Stella wasn’t surprised that after he lay her
down on the floor he immediately shifted into human form. She took it as a sign
that she should do the same. And so she lay there, a curvy city girl on the dirt
floor of a bear den, looking up at the bare-chested man who stood before her.

She felt flushed as she traced the lines
of his muscles with her eyes. She didn’t know if it was the heat of the fire or
something more primal that was burning inside her body. She brushed a hand
across her brow and felt the sweat that had accumulated. The man was staring
down at her, looking into her eyes and sneaking an occasional glance at her
cleavage.

“My name is Olex,” he said. “Perhaps you
should be resting on the bed.”

He reached a hand down to help her up,
but Stella waved it away.

“I can get up on my own,” she snapped.

As Stella walked to the bed, she caught
a glimpse of the outside world through the entrance to the den. She briefly
considered making one last-ditch effort at an escape.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said,
reading her thoughts. “You’ll die out there. Besides, you’re
mine
for
the night.”

Stella scoffed, but the soft bed did
seem welcoming. She walked over to it and fell back into the warm covers. Before
she knew it Olex had jumped on top of her, pinning her back to the mattress.
She could feel a bulge pressed up against her. She knew what that was and her
anticipation was undeniable.

***

She wasn’t going to give into his lust
so easily. She squirmed beneath him, but his big body was impossible to move.
She took a deep breath, his scent filling her nostrils. Suddenly, she felt
calmer. Her urge to fight his advance was further weakened, and instead her
mind was filled with thoughts of the bulge growing in her pants, the hard cock
that was bound to be thrust deep inside of her.

“You never told me your name,” said
Olex, breathing softly, his face just inches from hers.

“Stella.”

“Stella,” he said slowly, drawing it out
as if he were tasting the word. “It’s beautiful, fitting to the face it’s
paired to.”

Olex stroked his hand along her body, she tensed
under the touch of his callused hand. But she was no longer trying to push him
off.

She lay there as he touched her face, easing his
hand down her neck, then over her breasts, giving them a soft squeeze. He
thrust his head between them and took a deep breath, enjoying her scent just as
she’d enjoyed his.

Then a brief lightning bolt of sexual ecstasy shot
through her as she felt the soft wetness of his tongue caressing her nipple.
She moaned softly, her head thrown back on the bed, eyes tightly shut. She
tried to mask her noises of pleasure, to hide them from him, to pretend that
she didn’t want to spend the night in this warm den, somewhere out in the wild
of a forest bordering the Hudson.

But she couldn’t stifle her moans, her soft whimpers
of pleasure as Olex pushed her breasts together, surrounding his face with
their supple softness, indulging in Stella’s curvy body. It was as if he wanted
to get lost inside her.

She felt her body tingle as the rough stubble of his
face touched against her delicate skin. She’d only seen his for the first time
a few moments earlier in the flickering light of the fire. A devilishly
handsome man, no doubt. Stella claimed she didn’t want a mate – but that was
before she’d ever stumbled across a shifter like Olex.

He wasn’t like the others. Maybe it was a species
thing. There was something dominant about him, how even at this very moment he
had her bending to his whim, trapped beneath his big body, not letting her
escape. But maybe trapped wasn’t exactly the right word – because Stella no
longer
wanted
to escape.

As he sucked at her breasts, teasing her soft skin
with his subtle touch, Stella felt a wetness growing between her legs. Did she
really want his cock this badly? Or was it just a purely physical reaction to
the stimulation?

She didn’t have time to think about any of this, to
sort out the chaotic mixture of emotions and sensations that flashed through
her mind and across the surface of her body, because just when she seemed to
pin down her thoughts she felt his tongue dip into her pussy.

Her nails dug into the skin of Olex’s back. It was
the first time she noticed how desperately she was clinging to him. The
pleasure was almost unbearably intense. She’s been in countless fights, felt
the pain of slashes, swipes, and bites. But pleasure was a rarer occurrence,
one that made her weak with desire because it was the first time in her life
that she needed someone else; no longer could she remain so stubbornly
independent.

She dug her nails in deeper as he circled around her
clit, flicking his tongue in a meticulous motion, fast and then slow.
Did
her nails cause him pain?
She wondered, and then decided that they didn’t;
not once had he abandoned the ferocious pace at which he lapped his tongue up
and down her slit, before sucking gently on her clit. I must taste like
honey
,
thought Stella with a laugh.

But she wasn’t laughing seconds later when she felt two
big fingers push inside her soaked slit. She tensed up again, unprepared for
the sensation. His fingers stretched her tight pussy, as if in prelude to the
bulge that waited for her in his pants.

Then all of the sudden she felt him stop, the
circular motions of his tongue coming to a halt as he pulled his fingers out of
her pussy. It made her feel empty, tortured, brought to the edge of ecstasy but
never pushed over the brink into complete cathartic pleasure.

She lay there waiting for what was next, but after
such an abrupt halt to the action, she had no idea what was in store. Those
brief seconds felt like days as she waited for his touch again.

She moved her hand up off his back and over his
shoulder, squeezing his muscles, feeling the tightness and definition, obvious
marks of his hard life as a shifter out in the wild. Then she ran her fingers
through his silky soft hair, a gentle caress with a surprising amount of
sensuality, a tenderness that Stella had no idea she was even capable of.

That caress triggered something down in the depths
of Olex, because in that instant he pushed up on her, the pulsing bulge in his
pants pressed to her leg. In a fiendish display of lust he unbuckled his belt
and tore off his pants. The flesh of his throbbing cock could be felt between
Stella’s thighs, grazing against her soft skin. She didn’t need to have him
inside her to realize just how big he was.

She felt the fat head of his cock touch against her
pussy lips and moaned in anticipation. Then she opened her eyes and saw his
face close to hers. She reached up and pulled him in for a kiss by his hair,
kissing him passionately, in a poignant display of red-hot desire.

And then she felt him push his huge cock inside her,
stretching her tight, wet pussy almost to the limit of what was bearable. She
broke their kiss, biting down on her lower lip to ward off a tinge of pain. But
before long she was consumed by pleasure, as waves of bliss washed over her
with each subsequent thrust of his powerful hips.

His massive cock slid in and out of her in long,
deep, powerful strokes, while his hands ravaged her body, each touch
worshipping her curves.
Had he been watching her all along, each and every
time she’d made her way through these woods? How long had he waited for this
moment?
Olex’s passion, his energy, seemed like more than mere physical
desire; there was a supernatural component, an insatiability in the way he
touched her body.

Each motion, push and pull, fulfillment
and withdrawal, kindled the burning fire of desire inside Stella’s body. Each
touch, squeeze, caress, nibble, kiss made her want him more. Why had she ever
fought him? Why had she been so afraid to admit her lust?

Was it her desire to remain independent?
The lone, curvy, she-wolf who was determined to fight her own battles, to lead
her own life, and make her own decisions unencumbered by the expectations of
her pack or her mate. And now the lone she-wolf was giving in completely
because of the perfect sensual touch of a complete stranger.

Her mind was ablaze, a complex chaos
whirling with energy and competing emotions and thoughts. There was no way she
could think straight right now – not with Olex fucking her like this, thrusting
his cock deep inside of her. Her mind was useless, consumed with desire and
concentrated only on the pleasure surging through her every nerve.

Stella wasn’t tired anymore. The pain of
the fight was completely absent. Instead her energy was boundless, her will
driven forward by an all-consuming ache for Olex’s muscular body, his musky
scent, and his subtle ways of touching her skin, making her crave the fat cock
she could feel throbbing inside her pussy.

And then Olex rolled onto his back,
still holding his cock inside her, and suddenly she was on top of him, feeling
it deep inside her sweet, wet slit. She rode him slowly, then furiously,
learning that her own passion was now competing against his in its level of
intensity.

She held his broad, muscular shoulders
with her hands, bracing herself as she bucked her hips, arching her back and
contorting her body. But it was hard to get a grip, sweaty as they were, the
heat of their bodies mingling with that of the blazing fire that burned red-hot
only a few feet away. She fell into him, her head resting between his neck and
his shoulder, kissing him right there, tasting his sweat and feeling her wild
nature coming to the forefront.

Olex grabbed her ass, thrusting his hips off the bed
and stroking hard inside her in rapid bursts. In and out, in and out, then
holding himself deep inside as Stella clenched her pussy, gyrating again as she
kissed at his neck. Her voluptuous ass slapped against the skin of his thighs
as he drove into her over and over again with forceful strokes of pure lust. He
wanted her, and she him.
Could such a perfect meeting have occurred by mere
chance?