by Amy Star
His eyes rolled aside awkwardly. “Yes, well… there was actually a reason for that. See… I’m not just a bear, I’m an alpha bear.”
“A what?”
“It’s like I rule over the other bears in my territory. Shifter or garden variety.”
My eyebrows went up. “No shit?”
“No shit.”
“So what, you’re like a bear king or something?”
He started to laugh. “That’s right, I’m the king of this cabin in the woods. No, I just kind of command authority. We’re not really social animals, but when we do meet, I tend to win arguments. That’s the best way I can describe it.”
“So when that other bear backed off, it was because he didn’t want to challenge the boss?”
“You could say that. Anyway, I’m not even the only alpha bear in the area. There’s another one named Max who lives a couple miles away.”
“Really?” I said. “And here I thought the only ones around for miles were animals.”
He shrugged. “Well, you weren’t wrong.”
I laughed. “So what, is he your rival who you vie for control of the mountain with or something?”
“Nah, he’s more like a neighbor I occasionally visit for beer and football. He’s cool. Not half as good a sight as you, though.”
I smiled. “Hey,” I said, “Speaking of beer, you wouldn’t happen to have some around here, would you?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “First iced tea and now beer?”
“Call me spoiled.”
CHAPTER TWO
So a beer followed and more conversation. With a little lubrication, I started smiling and laughing more than I already had ben. We got to talking about our childhoods; I told him about my youth growing up in the children’s shelter while he told me about his youth growing up with mama and papa bear. We talked about our former lovers: I talked about the boys I dated in college, from Tom the Pre Med who never had time for me, to Ethan the political science major who would make annoying victory sounds after sex and he talked about some “sweet” she-bear who used to hang around by the river down the way, who he had some good times with before they grew bored with each other and she wandered off to parts unknown.
After a while, I happened to look out the window and realized it was already dark.
“Wow, look at that!” I said. “We’ve been here all day!”
“Hey, you’re right!” he said. “How did that happen?”
“I think it happened when the sun went down,” I snarked.
He poked me in the ribs. “You’re too cute for your own good, smart butt,” he said.
“Do you need to get back to the world tonight?”
“I was going to camp out in my SUV tonight and head back tomorrow.”
“In the middle of the woods, by yourself?”
“Better that than having to be around people for another day.”
He studied me for a moment. “Well I’m not going to let you spend the night in a lonely SUV in the middle of nowhere. I’ve got a guest bed, why don’t you spend the night here?”
The corner of my mouth turned up into a smirk. He sounded like he had some ideas in his head. And I was intrigued. “Okay.”
“I’ve got some steaks in the fridge I was going to throw on the grill. Might be nice to have someone to share them with.”
“Yum yum,” I said.
“How’s your leg?”
Hell, I had nearly forgotten about my leg. Looking down, I saw that the bruise was still visible, but it didn’t hurt the way it had before. Cautiously I raised my leg, and slid it down off the couch, pressing my foot to the floor. I tried to stand up slowly, pleased to find that I was able to support myself on it. “I think it’s okay.”
“There’s a weight off my chest,” he smirked.
He went to put on an apron—the first and only thing I had yet seen him wear—and got started cooking. I spent most of the time watching that meaty, well-toned ass. I started becoming very conscious of the fact that I was still wearing my hiking clothes while he was naked. My smirk widened as a thought came to me. “You know,” I said, “call me crazy, but I’m starting to feel a little overdressed here.”
“Really?” he said. “I can still throw something on if you want.”
“That’s okay,” I said, probably a little more suggestively than I meant to. “But… what if I got naked? Maybe that’ll put us on equal footing, you think?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Certainly won’t bother me.”
I pursed my lips and looked at him through half-lidded eyes, cocking my hips to the side. I crossed my arms and gripped the hem of my top, slowly sliding it up off of me. I arched my back, thrusting my chest out as I peeled it away, before gracefully tossing it aside with my fingertips. Slowly and delicately I unfastened my shorts and pulled them open, letting them slide off of my hips and down my legs. When they pooled around my feet, I stepped out of them with one foot, and daintily slid them aside with the toes of the other. Now in my underwear, I took a few delicate steps toward Jake, who seemed unable to take his eyes off me. In mid-step, I reached my hands behind me to unfasten my bra, and slid the straps one at a time off my shoulders. His eyes gravitated to my breasts as they spilled into his view. Then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, and bent to slowly slide them off. Stepping out of my panties and leaving them on the floor, I now stood in front of him fully naked, looking into his eyes, waiting to see if he would do anything.
Every man I’d ever known would have bent me over a counter by this point; this shifter was already showing remarkable restraint. But when I surreptitiously turned my eyes downward, I saw that I was indeed having an effect on him.
Then suddenly I sniffed the air. “I think the steaks are burning.”
He whirled around, and dashed to the stove with an “Ah, shit!” He grabbed his tongs and started flipping and pushing around the blackening pieces of meat. “Okay, I think they’re still salvageable,” he said.
“They’ll just be a little charcoal-y, right?”
Looking them over, he said, “I’ve eaten worse.”
I sat down to dinner in the nude, which was a bit of a strange feeling, and not unexciting. The overcooked steak wasn’t as bad as I expected; besides, I wasn’t paying as much attention to the food as to him. He continued chatting me up through the meal, taking it like a pro when I told him honestly how it tasted, calmly replying, “You should try my attempt at Linguini.”
“I hope that’s not a threat,” I smirked.
A few hours later we were still seated there, in front of empty plates, chatting and laughing back and forth. I all but forgot that we were both naked. Eventually he looked at the old clock mounted on his wall, seeing that it was already after 10 PM.
“Wow,” he said, “what happened to the time?”
“It saw a bear and ran for its life,” I joked.
He laughed. “You’re funny, Billie,” he said, reaching across the table and laying his hand on my arm, gently beginning to stroke the skin.
“And kind of tired too,” I said, trying to sound especially suggestive. “Could you… show me to that guest bed you talked about?”
“Sure. Come on,” he said, taking me by the hand as he rose from his chair. He guided me up the stairs and into a humble but clean little guest bedroom, with a bed that took up nearly half of what little floor space there was. “This is where you’ll be sleeping. I sleep down that way.”
I sidled up against him, making a point to let him feel my naked boobs against his arm, and softly breathed into his ear, “Even tonight? When I’ll be in here?”
His eyes turned slowly to me. I began gliding a hand over his torso. “We are still out in the woods,” I said. “Who knows what else is out there? I know I’ll certainly feel safer sleeping with a big strong bear next to me.”
My hand slid lower, finding something beginning to swell.
“Well, I suppose I can be flexible,” he said, as my other hand came up
to the back of his head, beginning to pull him down to me. And then his lips were on mine. I rose up on my toes, pressing myself into his kiss, wrapping my arm around his neck. He pressed a hand to my back, pulling me tighter against him. My other hand continued to stroke his stiffening cock. As I felt it growing thicker in my hand, I felt my inner thighs beginning to moisten, my nether regions growing hungry for the big thing I held in my hand.
I dropped back down on my heels and began planting kisses along that big, broad chest of his, while slowly turning us around to put the bed at my back. I took a step back toward it, pulling him with me, and slowly sat down. With his erection now at the level of my face, I leaned forward and took it into my mouth. He was bigger than most of the men I’d been with so I had a little difficulty getting past the head. But a lot can be said for determination. In no time I had him deep in my mouth, pumping my head back and forth. His hands stroked my hair, urging me on.
As I gripped him with one hand, my other slid down to my wet pussy, and began to play with my throbbing clit. I started moaning around the thick object invading my mouth. Eventually he pushed me back off of him, and started laying me down on the bed. I crawled backward onto it has he crawled over me. He bent down to make out with me, probing my mouth with his tongue, while his strong hands took hold of my breasts, massaging my erect nipples.
He slid lower, moving his kisses to those nipples he was massaging, making me squirm. My hips churned up and down on the bed as his lips and tongue danced around on my tit. My fingers curled against the bed, bunching the sheets up in the talons that my fingers had become. He got me into enough of a haze that I barely noticed when he released my tit from his mouth and moved lower, kissing his way along my belly. But I sure as hell noticed when he reached his new destination.
As soon as his lips touched my clit I arched my back up off the bed, screaming to the ceiling. I grasped at his head, my fingers gripping his hair like iron claws, as my upper body writhed about, anchored at the point where his mouth attached to me.
He ate me out to a thrashing, screaming orgasm, before I opened my eyes to see him above me again. His cock notched itself at my dripping entrance. My knees came up and my ankles hooked onto his hips. And then he was pushing his way inside me, making me roll my head back into the pillow and groan aloud.
I clutched him to me as he began to slowly fuck me. My back arched up and down, mashing my tits against his chest. With my head rolled back, he kissed along my exposed neck, making me moan louder still.
“Oooohhhhhh… fuuuuuck…”
As he continued to thrust, my head began turning from side to side, and my fingers clawed at his back. For a good ten minutes I lay there, letting him plunder me, building me up to a climax before I just grew too excited to continue being the passive one.
I sprang upward suddenly, rolling us over, putting myself on top. I lifted just my head at first, staring down at him, leaving my breasts still draped across his chest, churning my hips back and forth with his cock still embedded deep inside me. His hands gripped my back at the point where it arched upward, pinning the lower part of me down.
Eventually I brought my knees forward and pushed myself up on my arms, raising myself erect atop him as my hips continued to churn. His eyes lowered down, locking onto my tits, which were now bouncing with my motions. When his hands came up and took hold of them, and began to knead them just like he had before, I rolled my head back, closing my eyes and moaning.
I bounced on his lap harder and harder over the course of several minutes, finally bringing myself to another orgasm, going stiff and shuddering. I collapsed forward onto my arms as I came down from it, slowly opening my eyes to look into his, before my hips began to move again.
Before much longer he began making the telltale faces and grunts. I leaned forward, letting him slip out of my pussy. He took hold of his cock as I continued running up and down through the crack of my ass, looking back over my shoulder to watch when I saw his fountains of white goo shooting up and splashing onto my backside.
Once he emptied himself out, I laid my head down on his chest and let out my breath, allowing my legs to stretch out and relax. For a while we simply lay there, catching our breath, him cradling me in his arms before he finally spoke.
“So… tired, huh?”
I groaned, and started to laugh. “Think you can get me some tissues?”
He laughed with me, before saying, “Sure.” He gently pushed me off of him, keeping me belly-down, and got up to grab the box of tissues in the corner. I let him clean his spunk off my ass for me, while I just stared up at him over my shoulder with post-orgasmic smoky eyes.
“If I said I was tired now, would you believe me this time?” I asked.
“After that, I would.”
I peeled back the covers and slid under them, beckoning him with my finger to join me. “I meant what I said about wanting a big strong bear beside me while I sleep,” I said.
“I can oblige that,” he said, climbing in beside me.
CHAPTER THREE
I woke up the next morning alone.
I sat up in bed, and looked around the empty room. “Jake?” I asked aloud to nothing but air. I saw that the door was open slightly, and I could make out the indistinct sound of Jake’s voice coming from somewhere else in the cabin.
My first impulse was to look for my clothes before I remembered that I’d left them on the floor in his kitchen. Realizing there wasn’t much point in modesty now, especially since I hadn’t seen him wear anything yet, I didn’t see a problem in just heading downstairs naked.
I put my feet on the floor, yawned and ran a hand through my ruffled hair. Did Jake even have a comb or something I could use? Mornings had never been my prettiest time. I stood up and stretched and opened the door.
Emerging onto the second floor landing, I discerned not one but two men’s voices, including Jake’s. “Did she say anything about her plans for today?” the second voice said. “Like is she leaving soon?”
“She mentioned she was probably going home today, but she didn’t seem all that happy about it.” That was Jake’s voice.
I stepped up to the rail and looked down, seeing Jake standing in the room below conversing with a second man, who was just as naked as he was. He had a similarly large build, but with shorter, darker hair and darker eyes. I allowed myself a moment to just stand there, looking down, drooling over the sight of two buff naked men in the same room before Jake looked up and saw me.
“Oh, good morning Billie,” he grinned. “Come downstairs, I’ve got some breakfast for you.”
So I did. I headed downstairs, my attention focused on Jake’s new visitor, who similarly had his attention fixed on me. When I reached the bottom, Jake stepped up to me and put a hand on my back, ushering me forward. “Billie, this is Max.”
I instantly recognized the name. “The other alpha bear?”
“That’s right,” Max nodded.
“Well, that explains why you’re both standing around buck naked,” I shrugged, quite obviously looking over Max’s impressive musculature, and definitely not overlooking the equally impressive item he was packing downstairs.
“What’s your excuse then?” he grinned back at me, quite obviously checking out my own nudity right back.
“Come on,” Jake said, gesturing to the table, where a very tempting plate of bacon, eggs and toast had been set out for me. I smiled brightly and eagerly sat down.
“Wow, that looks delicious!”
Jake dished up a second plate and sat down beside me as we began to eat. I turned to look up at Max, who hadn’t joined us. “Don’t you want some?”
“I had my own breakfast,” he said. “But I’ll sit with you the same.”
Max took a seat across from Jake, with me at the end between the two of them. As I ate, I kept checking out Max, who just sat there watching me eat with an intrigued look on his face. A look I didn’t doubt I was reflecting.
“You know, a guy could get jealous,
” Jake eventually commented.
“Says the guy who had her all day yesterday,” Max said.
“He has a point,” I put in. “I’m allowed to browse, aren’t I?”
Max seemed to like that.
After we finished breakfast, Jake collected our dishes and took them to the sink to wash them. That left me at the table with Max. “So,” I said, “you’re an alpha bear too. How does that work exactly? How do you get that title?”
Max scrunched his face in thought. “Well, it’s a little hard to explain. Part of it’s genetic, like you have to have alpha in your blood or something to begin with. If you don’t have it in you to dominate over the natural bears out there, you’ll never be an alpha to the shifters. But that’s not enough by itself. To really be called an alpha, you have to earn it.”