Matthew (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 1) (65 page)

I realized I could smell it also. A tangy musk in the air, like the shadow of a smell. Subtle but there nonetheless. I watched him.

He turned his head slightly. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said.

“You didn’t, but I am awake,” I said. “Just admiring the view.”

His shoulders shook with a quiet chuckle. He turned around, giving me a nice view of his pale snake. Even in the rays of the early morning, I could sense its interest. It pulsed gently as his heart sent blood to engorge it, one pump after another.

“It seems like someone else is waking up,” I said, my eyes glued to his big package. The memory of what we did last night came over me, scandalous and wonderful. These two men had taken me in every way I could be taken, and it was the greatest experience of my life. 

I was now part of their Pack, completing their Trinity. Helmut, my Alpha and leader of the Pack. Sven, our Seneschal and protector, eager to defend us from all threats.

As if reading my mind, Sven mumbled something behind me, his arm pulling me closer against him. I felt his thickness grow harder between my thighs, eager and hungry.

I bit my lip, eager to have him inside me again. I’d always been frisky, but now it seemed like my sex drive was in overdrive. I couldn’t get enough of these two studs. My hand reached down between us and grabbed his heavy ball sack.

“Don’t let him fool you,” Helmut said. “He’s wide awake.”

“You are an asshole, Helmut,” Sven said, smiling. “You can’t let a friend cop an early morning feel? A little something to help him through the rest of his day?” He buried his face in my neck, kissing and nuzzling me.

“And what if our Grace needs her rest?” Helmut said, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Grace?” I looked at Helmut.

“Your title,” he said, his hand brushing my hair back behind my ear. His fingers ran down my cheek. “Sven is our Seneschal. I’m our Alpha. You’re our Grace. You’re the emotional balance, that piece we’ve been missing for so long.” He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips.

Sven’s hand came up from my belly to grab my breast. He grabbed and squeezed roughly, eager to play. His length was now hard between my legs, the head slick. His mouth slipped down to my sopping slit, and he lapped at me. His tongue was rough, hot and wet.

“Oh god, oh god,” I moaned, breaking my kiss with Helmut. I looked up at him, his golden eyes looking down at me. His cock lay across his thigh, engorging more with every moment. I reached my hand out, grabbing him by the shaft.

He licked his lips and laid down on the bed near my face. His length draped down like a pale salami, every pulse making him harder and harder. The muscles in his jaw flexed, his nostrils flared.

I bent forward and smelled him. I could sense something more than I could before. His scent was the same, but much more detailed. It was like seeing into the recent past. I could smell the dinner we ate yesterday. I could smell his triumph when he took me last night. I could smell his lust now, the thick patch of brown hair above his prick a hot jungle of lingering aromas.

“I’ve changed,” I said, looking up at my Alpha.

“And there will be other changes, Clarissa,” Helmut said. “We will be there with you at every step. You will never be alone again.”

Sven chose that moment to suck hard on my clit, emphasizing Helmut’s point.

I shut my eyes, feeling my orgasm build. It, too, was different. Normally it would come over me, like I was adrift in an ocean at the mercy of its currents. Now it was like a hunt. I could see my prey, and I was chasing it. My pulse raced and I could sense blood. 

A small glob of pre-cum sat on the tip of Helmut’s cock. I leaned forward and sniffed it. My mind exploded with visions. I could see a long lineage of powerful Shifters, Helmut’s ancestors. Noble and savage men and women. His blood was pure and true, and he was the rightful Alpha of our Pack.

My tongue darted out and snatched the glob of cum. I let it linger on my tongue, savoring the primal taste. I could sense his virility, his willingness to mate. It was like a key fitting into a lock in my mind. He was a ready wolf, and I was a willing bitch in heat.

“Oh,” Sven said between licks. “You’ve excited her, Helmut. Her flavor has changed.”

Helmut  said nothing, but I could sense a grin appearing on my lips. 

I reached behind me and grabbed Sven, stroking him so hard his balls shook. I opened my mouth and took Helmut in, sucking him. Honoring him. Eager to please him. 

“That feels so good, Clarissa,” Helmut said, slowly stroking his shaft while the head was in my mouth.

I could sense my prey, close and getting slower. That knowledge made me more excited. My hand grabbed a full head of Sven’s hair and I gyrated my hips, grinding my slit against his mouth. Despite his eager tongue, my juices overflowed, spilling down his chin.

From somewhere inside me, I cried out in lust. The noise that reached my ears was unfamiliar. 

“My Grace growls. She is done with these games,” Helmut said, his hand stroking my cheek softly. “You deserve a proper mounting from both of us. Bent forward and fucked until you can’t move.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and replaced it with his tongue, kissing me deeply.

I wrapped my hand around his head. “Yes, please fuck me. I need you inside me!”

“Later,” he said, looking at me. “We’ve arrived.”

Below us, I could hear the regular thrum-thrum of the tracks get slower. We were pulling into Trondheim.

Sven gave me one last long lick and a soft kiss on my flower. Then he crawled up next to me and whispered in my ear, “My appetite for you is unending. Once we get to the village, I’m going to tear your clothes off of you.”

My wolf mind was confused. My prey had escaped. So close, I’d felt it’s hairs in my teeth. But my orgasm had darted into a hole, out of my reach. I felt a surge of rage inside me, an emotion I wasn’t used to. “This is bullshit! You can’t just leave me hanging like that!” I stood up and pushed Helmut in the chest.

Normally, this would have been like pushing against a brick wall. But my arms flexed with new strength, my hips carrying the power from my legs forward. His eyes shot open with surprise as he toppled backwards off the bed, his legs up in the air.

I heard laughter from behind me and spun around. “How dare you!” I bent low, ready to attack Sven. I didn’t know what was coming over me.

“Peace! Peace!” he said, his hands open to the side. His laughter stopped. “Forgive me, my Grace. I meant no offense.”

“We’ve not known our first day of the Change since we were babes,” Helmut said, standing up. “It’s much different for you, and we will be more mindful of that.”

I stood between the two men, my chest heaving. My rage was fading, replaced by embarrassment over my actions. “I’m…I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Sven said. “Helmut’s fared worse.”

“Not by much,” I said, rubbing the tender bruise forming on my ass. 

Clarissa looked over at me, her anger subsiding and replaced with a look of sympathy. She opened her mouth but closed it without saying anything.

It would be like this. Her Change would be a thing of difficulty even in the best of situations. And this was far from the best of situations. Our Pack wasn’t expecting us to bring home a human-born Grace. They were expecting a Shifter of some noble lineage, a union to establish political ties.

That’s how it’s always been done. Packs intermingle, they intermarry. This ensures good breeding stock and alliances against outside threats. But lately it seems like there were more threats from within.

These thoughts ran through my head as we all got dressed and packed our things. Sven and I hadn’t even unpacked, so we were ready in moments, meeting Clarissa out on the train platform.

“Something is amiss,” Sven said, looking over at me.

I sniffed the air, searching for the familiar scents of our Pack. Nothing. No one was here to greet us. The entire Pack should have been here, to receive us. “Where is everyone?”

“What’s wrong?” Clarissa said, looking from Sven to me with concern.

“Our Pack should have been here to welcome us,” Sven said. His eyes scanned the area, his hackles up. “To welcome their new Grace.”

“Their absence is concerning,” I said.

“It’s not concerning, it’s alarming,” Sven rebutted.

“Well, there’s no point in worrying until we have a reason to worry,” Clarissa said. “Are we going to stand here with our panties in a knot or are we going to go find out what happened?”

I looked over at Sven, his eyebrows raised. We shared a grin.

“The truck is this way,” I said, walking off towards the train station’s long term parking lot.

We drove for over an hour, through meandering roads and dirt paths. The woods all around were deep, old wood forests. Massive  evergreen trees reached up to the sky, their wide bases making them look unnaturally large. Where there weren’t trees, there were meadows. Beautiful groves, streams and clear rivers. Helmut’s truck rumbled along, taking turns with a bit more speed than necessary.

“Hey, slow down a little bit,” I said, bracing myself in the back seat as we made a tight corner without slowing down.

Helmut grunted, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The truck slowed a little bit. His long brown hair was pulled back behind his ears. He was focused on the road ahead of us, his hands moving to dodge any fallen tree or other debris. We launched over wooden bridges and smashed through overhanging branches.

The boys had been grown quieter and more fixated the closer we got to their village. They were on edge, which made me on edge. I couldn’t help it: it was like some survival sense that linked us. Our emotions were all mixed together, our scents like broadcasts of our feelings. 

Sven kept running his hand through is short blonde hair. He scanned the trees that rushed by, ready for danger. His broad shoulders reminded me of his power, his gift of protective aggression. I didn’t envy anyone who got in his way. “There,” he said. He pointed ahead of us, where the trees gave way and a group of wood cabins stood.

The buildings were all wood log cabins, but with a modern style. They had A-frame roofs, large bay windows and big porches. They were painted a variety of cool autumn colors, everything from dark green to light brown. A dozen of the buildings were visible from the village entrance as we pulled up.

More pressing, however, were the large group of people assembled in the village center. I didn’t need to see their eyes to know that they were all Shifters: I could sense it. A hundred men, women and children all gathered together, looking at our truck.

“Well, at least we know where everyone is,” Helmut said.

This didn’t seem to improve his mood.

“What’s going on?” I said.

“Good question. Let’s go find out,” Sven said, opening his door and stepping out.

We followed. As soon as I stepped out I was assaulted by the pungent smell of unease. It was a complicated smell coming from these Shifters. Not panic and not quite personal fear. It was more like a dread, like some storm was over the horizon and headed their way.

Their body language matched their moods. I saw hunched shoulders. I saw people standing, not quite facing their leaders. Little things that normal humans overlooked in polite society: these things took on incredible meaning in Shifter Packs.