Rock Star Romance: Dan (Contemporary New Adult Rockstar Bad Boy Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 4) (41 page)

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Dov’s mind was not so easily turned away from the
woman whose scent he had caught on the breeze. As he followed Ben carelessly,
the woman’s pheromones lingered in his nose, spurring the animal arousal that
bubbled inside of him. That she was fully human—not a werebear, or even another
kind of shape-shifter—was a problem, but even as he tried to focus on enjoying
the night’s explorations, Dov’s brain filled with fleeting, flickering images.
He had met the new woman around the same time that Ben had; he had taken his
cue from his friend, knowing the Alpha’s edicts about mating, and knowing that
with the climate within the clan, losing control could spell their doom, but
the small, curvaceous woman had attracted his attention nonetheless. Blurred,
animal images flitted through his mind: what the woman must look like naked,
the shape of her breasts, and the idea of her nestled firmly in his arms. He
could imagine the smell of her arousal, the taste of her sweat and fluids on
his tongue.

Dov had caught his friend’s pheromones as well; he
knew that Ben—in spite of resolutely turning away—had felt that same tug, that
same animalistic drive to reproduce. In their current forms, it was more
difficult for both of them to suppress instincts. Dov knew that of the two of
them, he was the more impulsive; he was the one who had spurred Ben to go on
more than one skinny dipping trek when they had been in high school together,
and he had been the one who had started their somewhat solitary wanderings in
the forest they worked in, telling his clan-brother that there was nothing for
them to fear—the other bears in their sleuth would not mind, and there were few
things in the woods to harm them apart from the occasional hunter.

Some nights, they would hunt together, skulking
through the woods quietly until they came upon a deer. Other nights—like this
one—they simply wandered, browsing the bushes and trees for treats, enjoying
the freedom that their fearsome bodies provided them. Ever since the night when
their Alpha had rescued a human female from a pack of wolves, the pack had been
wary of impinging on the bears’ territory, keeping their predations to the
perimeter. There would be problems from the pack in the future, but Dov looked
forward to dealing with the wolves; the battle would bleed off some of the
testosterone charging through the ranks, and it would be instructive for some
of the younger members of the clan, just coming into the full flush of their
adult forms.

In spite of the joint resolution to avoid the
woman, Dov caught her scent again, once more coming closer to them. He turned
his thoughts towards his clan brother.
Let her see us,
he suggested.
She
might scare. Run away.
That would solve both of their problems, after all;
if the woman left, then there would be no more tempting, warm-sweet smell to
distract him, and Ben’s worries about dealing with her would be moot.

Ben snorted into the underbrush, turning a
bright-eyed gaze towards him, and Dov received a series of impressions from his
friend’s mind, images tinged with bear-like emphasis: screaming woman,
panicked, possibly armed, going back into the town and telling the others about
bears in the woods. Possibly shooting them. Messiness. Questions.
She’s not
armed,
Dov countered, his thoughts becoming more and more human as he
struggled with his animal impulses.
Do you smell a gun?
Ben snuffled at
the air, rising up onto his hind legs for a better vantage point, for a better
scent to catch. Dov chuffed and barked, twisting his head from side to side. He
knew there was no gun; he knew the woman was unarmed. She would be frightened
by the sight of two bears, but there would be no other problems—she would
likely run back into town, and never come into the woods alone at night again.
More’s
the pity,
he thought fleetingly, imagining—briefly—the possibility of
changing back into his human form, of bearing the woman down onto her back in
the soft leaves of the forest floor and taking her.
It is not to be
, he
reminded himself firmly.

****

Daphne wandered aimlessly, looking around her as
every step carried her more and more deeply into the forest, hands trailing on
tree trunks, pinching off the occasional leaf after a quick visual inspection
confirmed it was non-noxious. The smells of the velvety-soft evening filled her
nose, calming something she hadn’t quite known was coiled tightly inside of
her, relieving some stress she hadn’t realized she bore. Every step into the
woods seemed to drag more of the weight off of her shoulders, lightening her
feet, making her hands wander more carelessly over the plants that caught her
eye.

She had taken the job in Green Tree on an
almost-whim; there was nothing for her in her hometown, hundreds of miles south
of the little logging town, ever since her fiancé had been abruptly wrenched
out of her life in a chance, tragic accident. He had been driving from his
little college town to meet her, when a semi truck had overturned onto his
fragile, lightweight sedan, crushing it to almost nothing, and killing him
nearly instantly. When Daphne had gotten the phone call, it had felt as if she
herself was being crushed, as if the walls of her apartment had come tumbling
down onto her. After she had done what she knew was required of her: attending
the funeral, putting her lover to rest, discarding the wedding dress and the
other items she had already started bringing together, Daphne had decided that
she needed to get away. Not just from her apartment, full of memories with
Aaron, but out of her town altogether—as far as a decent job opportunity would
take her. When she found the job posting for an administrative assistant in a
logging company, she had immediately submitted her resume, and had eagerly
driven up for her interview, accepting the position the moment it was offered.

Now that the dust had settled, now that she was
slowly building a routine—getting up early enough to get in a little exercise,
taking a shower, going to work, coming home—Daphne felt a deep, gnawing kind of
hunger. She hadn’t given much thought to forming any friendships within the
small, tight-knit community, but she felt lonely. She needed to be out of her
lonely, empty-feeling house at the corner of the town, she needed to wander,
and clear out her mind. Daphne had been warned that there were both wolves and
bears in the forest, but in spite of the danger she knew was present, she
couldn’t resist the draw of the expanding, oddly welcoming woods, less than a
mile away from where her home sat.

Daphne paused, not quite certain of what precisely
had made her steps come to a stop. Breathing in deeply, she caught an
unmistakably musky smell—a wild animal smell, clean but earthy—and a spurt of
something like fear flowed through her. Whatever kind of animal she smelled, it
had to be big; Daphne doubted that a rabbit or a weasel would put off such a
strong scent. She licked her lips, thinking. She had tucked a can of bear-mace
in her pocket as a basic precaution before leaving the house, but she hoped—she
prayed silently to herself—that she wouldn’t have to use it. Most bears, she
remembered, were generally fairly peaceful; grizzlies would kill a person as
soon as they looked at them, but if she did stumble upon any of the other
species, she could possibly carefully back away, imitating submissive behavior,
and get out intact, without having to give the poor thing chemical burns to the
face.

She took a deep breath and decided to risk it;
wolves, she thought, would be barking, or howling—something—in response to her
presence. And maybe, she considered hopefully, it was a deer, something like
that. Just because the animal was big, didn’t mean it had to be an omnivore or
carnivore.

Daphne stepped forward, making her way towards a
clearing she could barely make out through the silvery moonlight that shone
down in dappled flecks, filtered by the branches and leaves overhead. Somehow,
a clearing seemed safer. A clearing would give her the chance to see any
approaching animals, take evasive action by climbing a tree before they could
reach her.
There are animals that can climb trees. Animals that live in
trees.
Daphne pushed the thought aside; it wasn’t very helpful. She strode
forward, keeping her ears as alert as possible to any movement she might be
able to hear, occasionally sniffing to catch that elusive animal trace that had
alerted her to the fact that she wasn’t quite alone in the depths of the
forest.

Stepping through a tangled veil of overgrown
vines, Daphne’s foot crunched on dead leaves and then rustled faintly as she
came onto the grass. She took a deep breath, exhaling on a sigh as relief
flowed through her. She glanced around, appreciating the island of light and
calm in the otherwise busy nocturnal life of the woods. She had begun to sink
down onto a conveniently placed, flat rock when she heard rustling a few feet
away. The sound was followed by a chuffing, slightly stuttering growl, and she
was on her feet once more.

Before she could even think of finding a tree to
climb into, a pair of bears—huge, to her night-frightened eyes—emerged from the
tree line, communicating to each other in trills, barks, and growls. They came
to a stop just a few steps away from the edge of the woods, barely in the
clearing, and seemed to both look up at her at the same time, staring at her
watchfully with soulful, yellow eyes. Somehow—though Daphne couldn’t say how or
why—she started to feel her fear ebbing away. There was something like
recognition in their body language; there was almost a sense of gentleness.
“Hey, boys,” Daphne said, her gaze flicking down to catch sight of their
genitals as the two bears stood upright on their hind legs. “I’m sorry I
interrupted your foraging.” She smiled, trying to project a nonthreatening
demeanor. “I’ll go away, if you want. Do you want that?” One of the two bears
looked straight at her and let out a low, querying trill. The other barked an
almost-question at the first bear.

This is getting stranger by the moment,
Daphne thought, staring watchfully at the two bears. She couldn’t just run
away; if she did that, they might take it as a reason to run after her. She had
to carefully, slowly, back off. She had to somehow make sure she didn’t
resemble either prey or threat. Daphne’s heart beat faster.
Oh great, now
they’ll smell my fear. That won’t mark me as prey, not at all.

And yet, neither of the two bears gave a signal
that they were about to pursue her. They simply watched her curiously, tilting
their head this way and that, murmuring low bear-like questions to each other.
Fascinated, almost hypnotized, Daphne felt as though she was frozen in place,
watching them watching her. “What do you want me to do?” she asked quietly,
knowing that desperation tinged her voice, but unable to think of anything else
to do.

****

Dov glanced at Ben; he knew his fellow werebear
was receiving the signals of the woman’s pheromones, the same as he was.
Standing there, only a few yards away from them, she was absolutely impossible
to ignore: her hair was out of its accustomed tight, neat bun, scattered about her
shoulders, a frame for her oval face; instead of her usual strictly
professional skirt-suit, she was wearing a tight tee shirt, her breasts
straining at the fabric, and a pair of soft, clinging pants that hung down to
her ankles. Dov could smell the mixture of fear and underlying fertility in
Daphne’s scent—but the fear was beginning to recede, as moments passed without
he and Ben attacking. She had no idea, of course, that the two bears were
people she had met.

Dov sank down onto all fours, lowering his head
until he was looking up at her, as unintimidating as possible. Behind him, Ben
let out a warning, worried trill.
What are you doing?
Dov felt the
combination of concern as well as irritation in Ben’s mental voice—he knew that
Ben was beginning to respond to the alluring scent of Daphne’s almost-arousal
and sweet-warm fertile pheromones.

She isn’t afraid,
Dov thought in Ben’s
direction.
She’s curious.
Dov approached Daphne, keeping his head
lowered, showing all the hesitation and wariness that a regular human would
expect of a slightly tame bear. He chuffed happily as she stepped forward to
meet him in the middle of the clearing, extending a hand. He sniffed at her
skin, breathing deep of her pheromones; he would now know her anywhere in the
world—if he needed to, he could track her anywhere she went. He butted her hand
with his forehead, leaning into Daphne’s touch as she began to tentatively pet
him. Dov glanced back at Ben, who was watching, wary.

Dov let out a low, pleased growl as Daphne began
to pet him with greater certainty.
She’ll pet you too, you know,
he
thought in Ben’s direction. Ben answered with a grumble behind him—just loud
enough to make Daphne start slightly, pulling back until Dov made a reassuring
trilling sound. Ben came slowly forward, and Dov growled his amusement as
Daphne began to pet his friend with just as much certainty and ease as she was
petting him. “Yeah, you guys aren’t monsters, are you?” her voice was pitched
low and sweet, the sound caressing Dov’s ear as she scratched along his jaw.
“You’re just a couple of sweeties, aren’t you?” Daphne relaxed more and more by
the moment, the brittle, burned gunpowder smell of her fear receding
completely, and the sweet, spicy warmth of her natural scent rolling through
Dov’s nose and brain like a persistent fog. She wasn’t aroused by the sight of
the two bears—that would have been slightly off-putting, even in his current
state—but Dov could tell that Daphne would be easy to arouse. He could also
tell that she had no idea what her proximity, what her attentions were doing to
the two male bears.

We should go.
Ben’s thought came into Dov’s
head. Dov could feel his friend’s growing desire, matching his own. The
unspoken undercurrent of the thought was that they should go before their mating
drives brought them to the edge of fighting with each other. Bears were
territorial—even werebears had a tendency to sometimes fight when it came to
competition for a mate.

She would let us share her,
Dov countered.
If
she knew what we were really like. She feels open. She smells horny.
He
watched his friend sniff at Daphne’s hand, felt Ben’s silent agreement of the
assessment.

Dov made a decision. He groaned, taking a step
back from Daphne and settling into a comfortable position on his hind legs. Daphne
stared, the fear-scent rising just a little bit once more as Ben trilled a
nonverbal question. Dov exhaled slowly, bringing the change back onto himself.
In a matter of moments, he felt the crackling, tingling force of the change
running along his bones, through his nerves. Dov groaned again as his bones
began to shift and change within his body, as his fur began to recede. It would
likely startle Daphne, what she was about to see—but he had to count on his
perception of her openness, on her general calm. Dov shuddered as the change
worked through him, rearranging everything in his body, transforming him from a
bear into a human.