Bear King's Curves: A BBW Werebear Shifter Romance (6 page)

I clawed at his back, digging my heels into his ass.
Each thrust pulled me a little deeper into the storm, a foaming hot
abyss where my inner walls crumbled.

He fucked on, the bed springs grinding beneath us. The
neat pubic hair above his cock ground its friction against my clit
whenever he went to my depths, stopping just short of my womb.

Most men would've blown keeping this tempo. This was no
ordinary man.

I gave it up first, like flipping a switch.

Orgasm ripped through me, hot and fast and bright. He
poured more lightning through me, cutting through my screams with his
guttural satisfaction.

His balls slapped the edge of my ass. In my crazy,
sticky ecstasy, I had a glimpse of him spilling into me without a
condom, some crazy, primal urge in full bloom.

“
Don't! Don't you fucking stop!” I whined,
kicking into his warm buttocks harder, spurring him like a horse.

His thrusts hit harder. Impossible fire raced through
me, a tight and dangerous dance of flames, so hard and hot he
stretched my whole cunt every time he spiked deep.

My first orgasm hadn't even finished its aftershocks
when another one hit. The bed springs screamed along with me, a
hellish, high pitched squeal I swore would shatter wine glasses.

“
Keep coming. I know you can do a whole lot better
than this,” he growled, sucking at my earlobe.

Better? Are you out of your fucking mind?

Then his hips punched forward, harder than before,
filling me completely. He jerked his head back and bellowed loud.

I didn't understand until I felt his cock swell. My
animal brain expected an inrush of heat, glorious seed, flooding my
womb to overflowing.

Muscles instantly tightened and convulsed once again,
jerking my whole body around like someone had tied stiff ropes around
my limbs.

Together, we came, my velvet rippling and spasming out
around his beautiful cock. He unloaded in the condom, still fucking
me at the hips. The rest of him became a huge granite plank, pure
muscle turned to stone in its rapture.

Sparks showered off us. A few more seconds and we
could've started the bed on fire.

The steady contractions waned, allowing me to open my
eyes. Up above, he had his face pinched shut. Beautiful in his
release.

I watched him open his eyes and look at me. The flames
there swirled a little lower. Warm, but tame.

“
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He
leaned down and kissed me.

“
I think it's a bear,” I teased.

I hadn't realized how sickeningly exhausted I was until
he collapsed next to me, pulling me close. Hell, how long had it been
since a man spent a few hours with me in bed, let alone a full night?

The whole heist seemed a million miles away. Nick's bear
hug relaxed, soft and comfortable, and his bed chest rose against my
cheek.

I glanced at the jade artifact once, toward the spot
where it had rolled and propped itself up against the wall.

Can I really let this go? Not just the artifact...all
of it? All this fear and madness I've lived with for ten years since
he was killed?

I didn't know. I just wanted to sleep. I snuggled into
Nick's chest, savoring the peace.

Whatever the night would bring, I'd be ready. For now, I
just needed to enjoy myself, and enjoy him.

“
Nick! Niiiick! Are you in there, man?”

I woke in a start, huge fists beating on the door
several rooms away. Nick was already up, prowling around the bedroom.

He scraped up his jeans and started to tug them on. When
he heard me stirring – those damned bed springs – he
pivoted, his sharp eyes glowing.

“
Don't move. I'll handle this.”

“
What is it?” I pulled the covers close.

“
Somebody must've seen your car outside the
reservation. They know I'm hanging onto the artifact. Another guy
picked me up after I tore it out of your trunk last night.”

“
Shit!” I scrambled across the room,
gathering my clothes.

Nick quickly finished dressing, giving his hair a quick
comb through. The pounding just outside the living room wasn't
getting any more forgiving.

He closed the bedroom door gently behind him. I scurried
up to it, pressed my ear close, straining to hear as I struggled to
freshen up my clothes and get dressed.

“
What the hell took you so long, buddy? We were
ready to break down the door.”

“
I just overslept, Beamer. What the hell's going
on?” Lover Bear sounded convincing.

“
That girl...or somebody she knows is here. Old
man Turnage found her car parked in a crop of trees just inside the
reservation's gates. And, hey, why the hell didn't you finish the job
last night?”

“
What job is that? To kill an innocent girl? I
recovered the fucking ball. That's all that really matters here.”
Nick let an angry growl slip out.

I marveled at the feral sound, wondering if he was
lapsing into some language the other bears would understand.

“
We'll see about that,” a third voice said.
“You ignored the Elder's orders. You're gonna have some serious
shit to discuss with Branson when he wakes up tonight. But first we
gotta find this human bitch.”

“
Hey, hey, hey! Watch it, Victor.”

Footsteps scraped across the floor, all of them heading
down the hall. I panicked, looking at the old window across the room,
my lone escape route.

No way I'd ever fit through it. It would've been a tight
squeeze for a skinny girl, let alone one who carried a few extra
pounds.

I couldn't make out the words anymore. Nick was yelling
something, and the other shifters were talking among themselves
between growls.

A big hand slapped the door, jarring it in its frame. I
paced the room, trying to think. What I wouldn't have given up to
suddenly pass through walls!

“
What's in here? Nick, get the fuck over here and
open this. We demand to see the artifact. Now!”

“
Okay.” His voice was hushed, so much
terrible reluctance in just one word. “Put the gun down. I'll
show you our damned artifact.”

Shit! Gun? So that's why he's giving up without a
fight.

The door creaked open. I stood across the bed, holding
my hands out, putting on my bravest face.

Didn't do a very good job of it. My cheeks were already
flushed, and my throat had that heavy lump that always shows up
before I'm about to cry.

“
Holy shit!” It's her!” A tall man
with wispy hair leaped over the bed, pushing me against the wall.
“Hands behind your back, female. Now!”

“
Beamer, back off! Let her breathe. If you hurt
her, I swear I'll –“

“
What?” The shorter man called Victor held
the gun up to Nick's face. “Make me blow your idiot brains out
and leave the council one hell of a mess to clean up? I knew you were
a softie, Nick, but laying with this human girl...fucking despicable.
Guess that Alpha spot's gonna be mine.”

He gave my lover the nastiest smile that suddenly
stopped in mid-grin.

Victor breathed deep. I blushed when I realized he could
smell our sex. Jesus, wasn't this humiliating enough?

Nick growled in frustration. His expression left no
doubt – he was seriously contemplating charging the two anyway,
shifting into grizzly form, and tearing into them. Gun or no gun.

I hoped he'd keep his cool. Everybody in the room might
end up dead if we had me and three ferocious grizzly bears ripping at
each other with fur and fangs.

Keep it together.
I tried to beam the plea into his eyes with mine.
We'll
find a way out of this.

“
Come on!” Beamer led me around the bed,
keeping his tight grip on my hands. “We're gonna take you to
somebody who knows what to do with you.”

“
You too,” Victor said quietly.

Nick and his captor shuffled slowly behind us. It was
nighttime outside. High stars glowed small and bright in the clear
autumn sky, making the reservation feel like another planet in its
nightmarish isolation.

The men led us down a neat, paved path curving between
cabins. We approached a bigger building after about a quarter mile.
It looked like an old re-done mansion that might've belonged to a
territorial Governor or else a really rich merchant long ago.

I rolled my eyes. Even werebears set their leaders up in
places meant to impress and frighten.

When they shoved me inside, my fear instantly doubled.
Bones were everywhere, hanging on the walls and piled in neat stacks.

The place smelled musty, more like catacombs than a real
house. They had bones from every animal, including more than a few
humans. Hollow sockets stared back at me from skulls above a high
fireplace.

Thankfully not lit, or the sight would've been twice as
disturbing.

“
Go on. They're in there waiting,” Beamer
said, pushing me toward the double doors. “The Elders will sort
all this crap out.”

Victor took a few steps away from Nick without taking
his eyes off him. Another low growl rumbled like distant thunder,
barely repressed behind the sound of the doors creaking open.

I took a heavy step forward, Nick at my side. It was a
small makeshift courtroom with three of the nastiest skinwalkers I'd
ever seen sitting in antique chairs behind a table.

“
Better hang onto this gun, I guess,” I
heard Victor say to Beamer behind us. “Never know what they'll
want us to do with them.”

Behind us, someone pushed the doors. The room rattled as
they slammed shut.

III: Two Kinds of Judgment
(Nick)

“
Unbelievable...”

Elder Branson lifted his head, shaking his long hair
from side to side. His single good eye burned with fury.

Victor had just finished briefing him on what they'd
found. I was glad it was all aimed at me instead of Lyla, though I
doubted that would last long.

“
This mistake is mine,” he said. “I
chose you for this mission, thinking you were Alpha material. I've
never been so wrong.”

Alphas recognize the full picture,
I thought in a rage.
They don't commit desperate women to
death who can be talked out of their crimes. Not even human women
deserve that.

“
Judy, Hector, my fellow Elders...it's been a long
time since we've had a treason case. After all the Klamath Bear Clan
has been through, I never thought we'd see it again. And I never,
ever expected one of our best sons to go gallivanting off with this
human, this female who should die!” Branson stood, smacking his
lips to keep from foaming.

I gave him my most toxic smile. He had to be pretty
worked up to salivate like that in human form. Maybe if he got a
little more pissed, he'd have a heart attack and keel over.

“
We're here to sentence these two, aren't we? Not
rip them in two...” Judy placed her wrinkled hand on Branson's
shoulder, her glassy eyes looking more worried than usual behind her
thick spectacles.

The lone female Elder had always been a nervous lady.
That went double when she had to keep a lid on Branson, the man who
really ruled the two puppets next to him with an iron fist.

“
You're right,” Branson said. “I
expect this to be quick and clean. The girl should die.”

“
No!” I roared, lunging forward, right up to
the white line no Klamath Bear was ever supposed to cross in this
room. “You can't do that.”

Lyla began to shake and cry. She looked small,
vulnerable, not at all like that confident woman I'd first met in the
bar and hauled into my bed.

I just wanted to go to her and hold her against my
chest.

“
And why not?” Hector coughed, and then kept
coughing. He needed a full minute to settle his ancient lungs before
continuing. “This is how we've survived, Tunder. You know how
many men gave their lives so we could administer justice on this land
as we see fit?”

I knew. Old Hector was one of the few guys left who'd
gone in an internment camp during the last big war. Government boys
trusted shifters about as much as the Japanese, and we were way too
close to the West coast for comfort, especially after a Japanese
balloon bomb exploded near Klamath Falls.

Half a bear's lifetime had passed since then. But the
old wounds remained, alive with pain.

“
The past is the past,” I said, trying my
very best to be diplomatic. “Humans haven't bothered us much
since the treaty several decades ago. Yeah, Lyla's done wrong. I
should know because I'm the one who recovered the fucking artifact!”
I nearly spat on the floor.

“
Yes, and that's the lone reason why you'll be
protected from a similar fate, Nick.” Judy looked quickly from
me to Branson, hoping her words satisfied the chief.