Knox (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) (141 page)

I put one hand on her shoulder, the other guiding myself to her slick entrance. Her wetness, her need for me just pushed me over the edge. A bitch in heat, willing to serve her Alpha: to not mount her and ride her was unthinkable. To not fill her with my seed was a crime against nature.

Her lips parted, my cock sliding through her juicy folds. I pushed harder, knowing her tight pussy would need to be coaxed into letting in my whole girth. Her head bobbed up and down faster. My other hand grabbed her hip, her skin like hot fire.

I slammed forward, stuffing her with my cock. She made another noise on Sven’s prick, her hand now joining her mouth to get him off. His breathing was speeding up.

My balls slapped wetly against her thighs, her pussy juices now thoroughly coating my cock and nut sack. I grit my teeth and rode her, relishing the feel of every ridge in her tunnel. Every toss of her hair, every noise she made. I looked down my body, enjoying the sight of my long prick sliding deep into her body, then pulling it out, covered in our excitement.
 

Sven arched his head back, a balled fist going into his mouth as he nutted into Clarissa’s eager mouth. Quiet slurps are all the noise Clarissa made, and I knew she didn’t let a drop escape her. She finished him off her with hand, squeezing him from base to tip. Then she went up and kissed him, swirling their tongues together.

“Good morning,” she told him, her body bouncing as I fucked her.

“Good morning yourself, beautiful. Helmut, do me a favor. She woke me up. She has to pay for that,” he said, grinning contentedly.
 

“Wha-eeeeeee!” Clarissa squealed as both my hands went to her hips and I mounted her as hard and fast as I could.

My balls battered her poor thighs, my cock plunged in and out of her tight slit.
 

She grabbed the sheets, curling them up in her hands as she came. Her pussy contracted around me, milking me for my Alpha seed.
 

“Grrrr,” I growled through gritted teeth, unleashing myself inside her. My heavy balls tensed, then pulsed, sending thick sticky loads into her. I quickly filled her, further spurts leaking out between us. I lay against her, all three of us just panting and enjoying the feeling of the sun shining through the windows.

I came down from the bedroom, having taken a shower. The boys were in the kitchen, sipping coffee and nibbling on cold cuts. I sliced off a hunk of the freshly baked sourdough bread and smeared a spoonful of honey onto it.

“This is so good,” I said between chews.

“We’re in this weird middle ground where we still bake our own bread and keep bees while driving cars and using cellphones,” Sven said. “But the things that are worth doing the old way, we keep doing them that way.”

“Have you made up your mind?” Helmut asked me.

Today they would be going into town to handle business. Mineral rights negotiations for the Pack’s land. The Pack had tens of thousands of acres of land, and some energy companies were interested in leasing a part of it for development.
 

There had been rumblings in the Pack: some thought it was prudent to get the best value for the land. Others saw the land as sacred, and didn’t want to part with it under any circumstance. It sounded like Helmut had a big decision to make, one of the biggest ones in the Pack’s recent memory.

“I’ll go if you want me to go,” I said. I really dreaded boring boardroom talk. Figures and percentages and terms and stacks of paperwork.
 

“But do you want to go?” Helmut asked.

“Do you want me to go?” I said.

Both men let out a long sigh.

“What’s wrong with my answer?” I said, crossing my arms.

“It’s a simple question,” Sven said, jabbing the air with a rolled up piece of salami. “We are asking about your desire, not what you would put up with.”

“And my answer is contingent on whether you want me to go!” I said, pouring myself an orange juice from a large carafe.

Helmut held up his hands. “I would love for you to join us,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Then I would love to attend!” I lied, meeting his eyes and not flinching.

“Excellent, I’m glad we’re all in such high spirits to meet with the Dremora Corporation,” Sven said.

“What would you like me to do during the meeting?” I said. “Shall I take notes? Unbutton the top of my blouse? Bend over to pick up a dropped-aaayee!” I jumped as Helmut pinched me in the side. “Bastard! For that, you owe me. Both of you.”

Sven looked confused. “What did-“

“A date. Tonight. On the town,” I said. Why hadn’t I thought of this before!

“A date?” Helmut said, flustered.

I could see his brain working hard between those big brown eyes of him. Lead a Pack, sure. Find a mate, no problem. But take a lady out and show her a nice time…that was a different story.

“That’s a fantastic idea,” Sven said. “We’d love to take you out.”

“Cool. Now that we’ve figured that out, what do you want me to do during the meeting?” I said, all smiles. This girl was going to have some fun tonight!

“Just be patient and keep your wits about you. These people will probably be ruthless and cold-hearted,” Helmut said.

“What if they’re pleasant and nice?” I said.

“Then,” Sven said, “we’re really in trouble.”

—

“This is the place?” I said, looking up at the large glass and concrete tower in downtown Bergen. The building would’ve looked at home in any suburban corporate complex. The four hour drive to Bergen had me fantasizing about the meeting being held in a castle or perhaps an aristocratic villa.

Helmut and Sven stepped out of the truck, looking up at the building.

Sven’s nose twitched and he looked at Helmut. “Something is off.”

I smelled the air, but all I could smell was the concentrated smells of the city, all bustling humans with their worries and fears. I could see that Sven was uneasy, but Helmut looked unfazed.

“What do you think, Sven?” Helmut said.

“I don’t know. Might just be my nerves. Let’s just be ready to make an impolite exit,” he said.

“Hey, the date still happens whether or not the meeting does. I expect a nice dinner and dancing befitting a lady of my station,” I said. “Now lets go hear what they have to say.”

—

I sat up in my chair, trying my best to seem attentive and thoughtful. The three of us were on one side of a long conference room. On the other side were six lawyers representing the Dremora Corporation, a Canadian conglomerate of energy exploration teams. They searched to the ends of the earth for any drop of oil or puff of natural gas.

And they were mind numbingly boring.

“…And on this plot of land,” the man in the center said, pointing to an orange blob in the center of a green blob on a map, “we think the land deviates in such a way to indicate the presence of shale…”

It had been hours of this. Hours of these charts, graphs, projections, maps and technical data. I glanced over at Sven and Helmut, and I could see them strained to their limit.

A buzzing from my hip made me jump. Helmut and Sven looked at me gravely as I excused myself and walked out into the hallway, cellphone in hand.

“Hello?”

“Hey stranger!” June said.

“June!” I squealed. I hadn’t spoken to my roommate in weeks. A horrible realization came over me that I’d forgotten about her. About my life back in America. “Long time no chat.”

“Uhh, no shit. You were supposed to be gone like two weeks. I didn’t get a phone call, a postcard, nothing. Where the hell are you?” she said, her voice more than a little peeved.

“Well, it’s a long story, June. I’m still in Norway,” I said, tapping my hand against the windowsill at the end of the hallway. I looked out over downtown Bergen, the sun setting and casting a beautiful purple glow over everything.

“Wow, you really dove in, huh? You must be having a great time. Wait, you’re not just laying around in those coffee shops are you? I know they serve more than coffee!” she said.

“No, haven’t had the chance yet. It’s been…” I said, looking out over the quiet little Norwegian city, “magical.”

“Magical? Whoa, that’s some heavy shit, girl. So…” she said, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, “did you meet someone?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” I said, smiling.

“Oh my fucking God I knew it! I’d been telling myself this whole time, June, she’s found a guy and fallen head over heels in love with him!” She sounded very excited. “So what’s his name?”

“Umm, well, there’s two of them,” I said.

“Shut your face!” she yelled through the phone. I was sure people out on the street could hear her.

“Yeah, two of them. They’re…they’re amazing, June. I don’t know what else to say,” I said.

“When are you bringing them home? It’s going to be pretty crowded around here, but I think Ms. Sanders down the hall is moving out. Wouldn’t it be adorable if they moved in there?”

“June,” I said, then paused. I didn’t know how to say it. Honestly, I hadn’t even thought about it until just now. Ever since I’d gotten here, it had been like being scooped up by a tidal wave and carried forward. I hadn’t considered everything else. “June, I’m not coming back.”

I heard her make a surprised little noise, something cut short in her throat. Damnit. “June, say something.”

“I don’t know what to say, Clarissa. I…” she said.

“Just say it. Say whatever is on your mind,” I said.

“Well, it’s surprising. It’s not every day that your friend and roommate tell you that they’re going to be on vacation forever. It’s a lot to take in. Why are you doing this?” she said.

“I met these guys. They’re wonderful. They brought me into their…family. It’s amazing here,” I said.

“Clarissa, did you join a cult?” she said.

“What? No!” I said, taking my attention away from the beautiful sunset outside. “I did not join a cult. Jesus, June.”

“Did they make you sign something? Did they take your passport? They’re there right now, aren’t they? Watching this conversation?” she said, her voice getting quieter with each word.

“June, I need you to calm down. I did not join a cult. I’m not anyone’s hostage. I’m just in love,” I said.

“What are you going to do for work?” she said.

“I kind of have a job, I guess? It’s more of a position. It’s just different here, that’s the best way I can put it,” I said.

“You’ve got responsibilities here, Clarissa. Are you dropping out of college? Are you leaving me up shit creek without half the rent?” She sighed. “Clarissa, are you sure this isn’t just a rebound? You were at your grandmother’s funeral and all your family asked you about your ex.”

“No, that’s not what this is,” I said. “It’s…fuck June, it’s complicated, alright?”

“What if things don’t work out with these guys? You just met them. Isn’t it crazy to change your whole life around because of someone you met less than a month ago?” she said.

That horrible sinking feeling in my stomach came back. That sour pit, that bitter core. That was the thing about jumping in without thinking: it was great until you stopped to consider what you were doing. Then it all threatened to come crashing down.

“Clarissa? Clarissa?” she said.

“I have to go June. I’m sorry if I let you down.” I ended the call. I heard a commotion behind me as Sven and Helmut came into the hallway.

“We’re done here,” Helmut said. His words were hard but his eyes showed concern when he saw me.

“Good,” I said, following he and Sven out of the building.

I slammed the door behind me, Clarissa and Sven getting into the truck moments later. I tried to cool my nerves, but my knuckles were white on the steering wheel. My mind ran through what the Dremora lawyers had said.

“They were lying,” Sven said, looking at me.

“Who was lying? About what?” Clarissa said from the back seat.

“I don’t think they were. I don’t think they’re in the business of lying,” I said. I turned to face Clarissa. “The lawyers didn’t make us an offer in the end. They made a threat.”

“I think our Alpha is being dramatic,” Sven said.

“They knew every inch of our land. How did they get that information? My uncle spent years at the surveyor’s office in Oslo to make the maps of our land wrong, to hide our groves and sacred woods,” I said.