The Bear Prince: A BBW Bear Shifter Billionaire Paranormal Romance Novella (Seattle's Billionaire Bears Book 3) (8 page)

The man looked down and shook his head before chuckling. “You must really not be from around here.”

“They’re going to kill each other!” said Crystal.

“Kill each other? Heck, I’d be surprised if anyone even broke a bone,” said the man. “Wolves, they’re all bark, no bite, and bears...well, let me tell you. We can take wolves. Easily.”

“Even two at a time?” asked Crystal.

“Your man’s gonna be fine,” said the shifter. “Just watch.”

Crystal turned and watched the scene that was going on.

The wolves circled back and forth, walking back and forth around Damien, who was tense, on all fours, and waiting, watching, a land mine made of fur, ready to explode at any second. To the wolves, it was obvious this was a game, but to Damien, it was a war, but he kept his head together.

The bear inside roared. If only Damien had claimed Crystal, protected her, then she wouldn’t’ve had to deal with these assholes, the men who could barely be called more than the animals they shifted into, who were more dogs than wolves, although to call them dogs would be an insult to man’s furry friends. No, these men were just scumbags, who were going after the most gorgeous girl they’d ever seen because she was alone and vulnerable, but they had no idea that, in front of a beast like Damien, they were more vulnerable than they’d been in their entire lives, even if they weren’t alone.

One of the wolves looked at the other and barked something, and that was Damien’s in. He lunged forward, smacking the wolf in the face, before rolling over the wolf, pinning the wolf down while the other, lunging at Damien instinctively, was easily swiped away. Damien had waited for the wolves to lose their concentration and then, lose their cool, and of course, it had happened, because these pea-brained scumbags had no idea what they were messing with.

Damien roared, and kept smacking the wolves in the face with his big paws, before finally, the wolves wriggled free and shifted out of their wolf forms, their musculature and skeletal structure changing and their fur receding until they were just meek humans, with a few scratches on their body and marks that would surely turn to bruises. “Alright, alright, we got it!” said the now-human wolf shifters.

Damien didn’t hit them after they’d started to turn human. He just watched as they gathered their wallets and keys, and the scraps of their clothes, and walked, naked, out of the circle. Damien stayed in his bear form and walked over to Crystal, looking her over, sniffing for any blood, which made Crystal laugh, as the crowd dispersed.

“Gee whiz, you’re more like a dog than they were,” said Crystal. “But...now, you don’t have any clothes.”

Damien got on his hind legs and pointed, towards the parking lot. “Oh, okay,” said Crystal. “But let’s get your keys first.” Crystal walked over to the place where Damien had shifted. His wallet and keys were in the pile previously known as ‘his pants’, and she took them and they walked, big beautiful woman and big damn bear, over to the parking lot. As Crystal opened the car, Damien shifted out, so he was nude and standing by the trunk of the car.

Crystal looked over Damien. “Jeeze, Damien, you look awful,” she said.

“Really?” asked Damien, looking over his body.

“Well, not awful, but not great,” said Crystal, walking around Damien. “They left looking awful, but you, well...you better get those wounds cleaned up.”

“I’m fine, really,” said Damien with a laugh. “They’re just scratches. I promise.”

“Come on, there’s a med tent at the park...go there for me?” asked Crystal.

“Fine, fine,” said Damien. “But let’s get me a spare change of clothes first.” He opened the back of the car and went through yet another one of his duffle bags, pulling out a pair of underwear, shorts, and another white shirt, as well as a pair of flip flops, as the sandals he’d worn before shifting had burst into smithereens.

“You keep a spare change of clothes in your car?” asked Crystal.

“Not just one, at least five,” said Damien. “You never know when you might run into trouble.”

“Or when trouble might run into you,” said Crystal.

“Crystal...those guys, they didn’t do anything to you, did they?” asked Damien. He hadn’t smelled blood on Crystal, but that didn’t mean she was okay.

“No, I’m fine, they didn’t touch me,” said Crystal.

“That’s not what I mean,” said Damien. “Are you feeling okay? Are you shaken up?”

“No, Damien, I’m fine, they were just jerks, that’s all,” said Crystal. “I was really more worried about you.”

“About me? But, I’m a big, bad bear,” said Damien. “I can handle anything.”

“Well, I can’t handle
anything
,” said Crystal.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Damien.

“It’s just...if anything had happened to you, I’d have blamed myself,” said Crystal. “And now, with those scratches and bruises, I just...I feel like it’s all my fault.” Her eyes were welling with tears that she’d held back, and she couldn’t hold them back anymore. She started crying, at first, quietly, but then, she felt her lips quiver, and she had to sit with Damien in the back of the car, as he held her.

“Shh, it’s gonna be fine,” said Damien. “Crystal...do you wanna just go back home?”

“We had a date planned though,” said Crystal, wiping her eyes.

“Screw the date, any evening with you, anywhere, is special,” said Damien. “Let’s go home. We can order a pizza, watch something on the television. And, bonus, I’ll let you clean me up.”

“Really?” asked Crystal. “You’ll even let me use antibiotic cream?”

“A gallon full,” promised Damien.

Damien and Crystal went back to the park. Damien cleaned up the mess left from when he had burst into his shift, and Crystal packed up their chairs and blankets, leaving the spot open for a tall bear shifter couple and their den of kids. The pair got back in the SUV and drove up to the house. While Crystal got changed into her pajama tank top and shorts, Damien ordered them a pizza and set up the TV. Crystal looked through movies and by the time she’d selected a rom-com and cleaned and bandaged up Damien properly, their order had arrived.

Damien held Crystal close during the movie, reminding her he was there keeping her safe during the entire movie, holding her hands, her curves, her everything, in his arms. She was so tense in his arms, and remembering what those wolves had dared to do to his beautiful lover made his heart race, but he tried to keep it together for Crystal. As long as she had no idea how angry he’d been, she’d be fine. By the time they polished off the pizza and finished off the movie, he could feel that Crystal had relaxed. He rubbed her shoulders and felt the stress of the day melt away from her body, and just taking care of Crystal made his own anxiety disperse too.

The movie ended, but Crystal didn’t bother selecting another movie. She turned, to look at the man who had been holding her on the couch for the whole movie, and ran her fingers over his face. There was a slight scratch on his cheek, but it was already healing over nicely. “I hope you don’t scar,” said Crystal softly, biting her lower lip.

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” said Damien.

“Well, try not to get in any more fights this weekend,” said Crystal.

“I’ll try not to,” said Damien. “And trust me. You’re a girl that’s worth fighting for, Crystal.” He pulled her close so that she was lying over him, and he kissed her deeply, their lips locking, tongues touching, and heat melding them together.

Damien rolled, pressing Crystal beneath him as he kissed her even more deeply. He pulled away and pushed her hair out of her face. Crystal was so gorgeous, a woman who was beautiful inside and out, who was fun and adventurous but also grateful and caring, really the complete package, and defending her honor...well, he’d have fought those wolves ten thousand times over just to make sure she didn’t stop smiling.

D
amien looked over Crystal. In her thin pajamas, underneath him, lips waiting for more kisses, everything was perfect...everything, except the setting. Damien got up off the couch.

Crystal got on her elbows. “Damien?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve got to take you upstairs,” said Damien, pulling Crystal up into his arms and kissing her deeply as he cradled her against his firm chest before he started walking.

Crystal held onto her boyfriend’s firm neck as he carried her gently up the stairs, to the bedroom, where he flicked the lights on and put her down on the bed, gently. He got into the bed, and started back where they’d left off, pressing his hands against her waist and pulling her up to kiss him, to feel just how much he loved her.

Crystal moved her arms back around Damien’s neck and felt his thick hair between her fingers as he pressed against her. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around Damien’s waist, and that’s when she felt it, that rod that had tantalized and teased her last night, which she’d gotten a peek at but which she hadn’t had the pleasure of actually touching and feeling against her most sensitive parts. Crystal moved her legs so she was pressed up against that part of Damien, pressing.

“Damien, I want you,” moaned Crystal.

“You do?” teased Damien, pressing his hand against Crystal’s parts through her thin pajamas. He could already sense her arousal via smell, but of course, he also enjoyed seeing Crystal squirm beneath him, feeling just how badly she wanted him as she bucked against his hand, and hearing her moan for him...he could practically taste that arousal in the air.

“Yes, Damien, please,” begged Crystal, pulling Damien close and pulling on his shirt. “Get that shirt off, and please, just...”

“Hey, hey, let’s take it slow...after all, just because this is our third date doesn’t mean that I expect you to have sex with me,” joked Damien. “You sure you don’t just want a chase kiss goodnight?”

“You have to know that this good-boy act of yours just makes me want you more,” said Crystal. “Shirt. Off. Please.”

“Whatever you want,” said Damien, but instead of pulling his shirt off, he pulled off Crystal’s, exposing her chest to him, as she hadn’t worn a bra underneath her soft tank top.

“What was that line you’re fond of?” asked Crystal. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine? Well, let’s see it.”

“Oh, you just want to see me shirtless?” teased Damien. “Easy.” He took his shirt off and tossed it aside, flexing with one arm and teasing Crystal’s parts with the other.

“Come on, you know I’ve gotta have more,” begged Crystal. “Please, Damien...do me.”

“Well, you did say please,” said Damien, raising a brow, before getting down and pulling Crystal’s shorts off, exposing Crystal’s nethers to him. “Ah...no bra, no panties, but you want to be serviced?”

“Of course,” said Crystal. “And come on, I already unwrapped that gift last night...let me play with my new toy.” Crystal got up and pushed Damien down. Well. Damien let her push him down, because as hard as Crystal pressed, she never would’ve been able to get Damien down on the bed on her own, but once he was down, he put his hands behind his head as Crystal tore at his waistband, trying to get it down.

“Need some help with that, princess?” asked Damien.

“If you’ll be so kind as to be my prince,” said Crystal.

“Oh, you want the royal treatment? I can give you the royal treatment,” said Damien. “Lay back.”

Crystal switched positions with Damien and laid back, while Damien got up and got those pesky briefs off. He got back on the bed, member in hand. Crystal looked down; even in Damien’s hands, his member looked huge. She gulped. How the heck was that going to fit inside her, and was it absolutely naughty that she wasn’t going to mind whatever sort of two-person gymnastics they’d have to do in order to get it all the way up inside of her?

“You showed me how you like it when you use your hands...but trust me, you’ve never had a real man show you these moves before,” said Damien.

“So I did get dinner and a show after all,” said Crystal.

“Honey, that movie was your show...this, well, this is the after party, with stripper and a porn tape included,” said Damien. “The stuff we’re gonna do, it’s banned in Las Vegas and Monaco.”

“Show me,” ordered Crystal, getting up on her elbows to look down.

“Make me,” retorted Damien, pushing Crystal down onto the bed. “But whatever you do, don’t make me have to gag and blindfold you, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. And hold your applause until the end, sugar tits.”

Damien pressed his cock against Crystal’s slit, and Crystal instinctively bucked up. Damien pulled away.

“Hey, I was just starting to have fun,” said Crystal.

“I know, and you said you were going to let me take care of you,” said Damien, pressing a finger along Crystal’s slit. “So are you going to lie back and enjoy the show, or not?”

“I will,” said Crystal, crossing her arms.

“Good,” said Damien, ignoring Crystal’s sass. He grabbed a free pillow. “Now, buck those hips up again.” He pressed the pillow underneath Crystal’s ass and then, went back to work, pressing his cock over Crystal’s slit, feeling the wet honeypot underneath him quiver as he teased and tantalized Crystal. He watched her hold back her urge to buck up against him, to force his cock into her canal, and he couldn’t help but let a smirk cover his face.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” asked Crystal.

“Absolutely,” said Damien. “I just love seeing you beg.”

“What’s the point? You’re just denying yourself this pussy,” said Crystal.

“Yes, but I have a feeling you want this dick, badly, and if I get you to want this dick even more badly, you’ll just explode around me in...oh, let’s say, under twenty strokes,” said Damien.

“Twenty? You’re on,” said Crystal. “Damien Michaels...do your worst.”

“Oh, I intend to,” said Damien, pressing his cock against her clit, hard, so that Crystal could feel his throbbing cock through her pleasure nub. Crystal gripped the sheets but was determined not to break, not to let Damien know how badly she wanted to have that cock inside of her, how badly she wanted to press her hips up to force him to enter her all at once, to fill her from entrance to end.

It was the most pleasurable torture happening in the tri-state area. With every stroke, Damien got harder, and as he got harder, he drove Crystal closer to the edge, and as he felt her dripping wet with desire, as he smelled her body produce fresh juices, he got harder. It was a delicious vicious cycle, and there was to be no end, until finally, Crystal couldn’t help it...