by Cara Wylde
I frowned. “Why fear? You’re so much stronger than us.”
She laughed a little. “That might be Brooks and his crew. Some other men, too. But most of us aren’t all that different from you. Shoot us down, we bleed and can even die. All we want is to live in peace, raise our cubs, and just be ourselves. Humans wouldn’t understand.”
“But you said…”
“A few exceptions, just enough to validate the general rule. Brooks bringing you here was and still is a big deal.”
I considered that for a moment. I’d never stopped to think about how things must have been like for him and the risks he was taking with me. Well… community risks. If bears were as isolated and fearful as Nancy claimed to be, then he’d probably had to fight and argue to be able to keep me here.
“What’s wrong?” Nancy asked. “I lost you there for a second.”
“Ah, nothing. I was supposed to do some shopping. Do you know where I can find a supermarket close?”
“There’s a handful of supermarkets. I can take you, if you want. I need some things, too.”
That suited me just fine since I didn’t have a car. And even if I had one, after that horrible accident, I wouldn’t have been able to drive. Seeing how numerous her family was, Nancy had a minivan. The supermarket proved to be barely ten minutes by car from the trailer park. We both took a cart, Nancy leaving it to her boys to fill it according to her list, while we kept chatting about the community – who to ignore, who to befriend, who was gossip central. I could feel a friendship forming, and we even made plans to bring the kids together for play dates.
I was reaching for some cereal when I saw a familiar military buzz-cut. “Can’t be him,” I thought.
“Something wrong?”
“No,” I replied in a hush.
Nancy followed my gaze to the other end of the aisle. “You know him?”
My breath left me in a whoosh when the man turned and looked right at me. How could he be here? Why? Why was my luck so terrible? I just stood there, frozen, while he sauntered over, confident and cocky.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Jack said, studying Nancy briefly.
Fear overtook me. What if he did something to her? I looked at them both, and it was then that it finally hit me – that she really was a she-bear. She easily towered over my already tall husband. She was big and burly, though still feminine in her cheerful clothes. I was so used to being around bears and feeling like a dwarf among them that it had stopped registering that humans were different.
“What are you doing here, Jack?”
“Same as you,” he said, eyeing Milo, who was trying his best to hide behind me, while nestled on my hips. “Yours?”
“I work as a nanny now,” I replied, then embraced Milo with both arms. Jack’s mere gaze on him was raising goosebumps on my skin. “I think we got everything, no?” I asked Nancy, then without waiting for a reply, added: “I think we should get going. It was nice seeing you again, Jack.”
I was so desperate to get away from my ex-husband that I nearly forgot I had a cart with groceries and a hungry man coming home later that evening. Nancy grabbed my arm and redirected me to the cashiers.
“Who was that? What’s gotten into you?”
“My ex-husband,” I said, and she seemed to understand. I insisted on calling him my ex, although we weren’t divorced. She glanced back at him, and it occurred to me how odd it was that Jack had just let us go like that. He was leaning against the meat refrigerator, watching our small group like a hawk.
Thirteen
Colt
If there was something I was truly good at, it was making friends. Wherever I went, it was easy for me to connect with people. So, when I got into the city, I went straight to the only club I knew was owned by bear shifters. No human was allowed inside, and the big, burly bouncers at the entrance made sure the rule was respected. I wanted to lose myself in the music and the booze, and I was determined to spend every single cent I’d made in the months I’d played the part of the good, decent guy. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by females. I was fresh meat to them. Bear communities tended to be small, so there weren’t many choices if one wanted a one-night stand. I went for the tall, beautiful brunette. She had shoulder-length hair, green eyes, and an angular face. Full lips that I instantly wanted to taste. And she let me. She let me do much more than that. We ended up in a secluded booth, with her onto my lap, my hands squeezing her ass, her tongue down my throat. She knew what she wanted, and I wasn’t going to complain. She bit my lip, rubbed herself against me, but something wasn’t right.
She was so sexy I could die. Yet, I wasn’t hard.
Before she noticed that she wasn’t doing it for me, I pushed her off and looked into her eyes.
“I want to take you home,” I said without thinking.
“What?”
“Yeah. Let’s go right now.”
“Like… home to meet your parents?”
I laughed out loud. “My parents are dead.” Well, the truth was that I didn’t know for sure. They’d abandoned me when I was just a cub. But it was easier to think about them as dead and gone.
“Oh, I… I’m sorry.”
“Nonsense. Let’s go.” I jumped to my feet.
“You don’t even know my name,” she giggled.
I cocked an eyebrow. If that was important… It wasn’t, but whatever. “What’s your name?”
“Fiona.”
“I’m Colt.” I offered her my hand, and after a second of hesitation, she took it.
“I like your dreadlocks,” she said as she followed me out of the club.
I grunted in response. Even as I opened the car door for her and she got in, I couldn’t pay attention to her and what she was saying. She kept babbling about her friends, her job, and how she hadn’t been on a road trip in forever. It was late. Probably so late that it was actually morning. The sun would rise in a few hours, and I knew I would probably reach the trailer park sometime in the afternoon, so I needed to hurry. I jumped behind the wheel and started the car. Beside me, Fiona cheered in excitement.
As I drove, I wondered… why couldn’t I just pull over and fuck Fiona’s brains out? That was what I should’ve done. That was why I’d run away in the first place. What the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn’t get it up. Fiona was pretty enough, and she was eager as hell. She would’ve sucked me off right now if I asked her to. She would’ve shoved her hand down my pants even as I was driving, and she would’ve jerked me off.
I felt nothing. My cock was asleep, completely uninterested in the scantily dressed female next to me. I could smell her arousal, her juices soaking her practically non-existent panties. Her pheromones did nothing to me. My dick didn’t react unless I thought about…
Rosalie.
“Fuck.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
No, I wasn’t okay. The simple thought of the human female, of her tits, her cunt, her mouth made my cock twitch. I was mildly hard now, and I considered pulling into the next gas station and fucking Fiona. It wouldn’t have taken more than three minutes to empty my balls inside her, and then maybe I would’ve felt better. But the second I tried to imagine Fiona’s legs wrapped around my waist, my stupid dick fell asleep again.
It was like Rosalie had ruined all females for me. All cunts.
Then why had I asked Fiona to come home with me? What did I hope to accomplish? It had been a spur of the moment thing, and now here she was, messing with the stations on the radio. I couldn’t just throw her out of the car, could I? No. I was going to keep driving and hope that something would come to me. If nothing happened by the time I reached the trailer park and Rosalie, then I could as well introduce Fiona to the community, make a couple of bitches jealous, have a nice dinner with her, and send her on her way. She’d wanted a road trip, anyway. She wasn’t going to be too mad if I didn’t fuck her.
Well, I still hoped I’d be able to fuck her. Maybe I was just tired, and I’d
drunk too much. Or maybe I’d just fucked Rosalie too many times in the past few days, and my dick needed a break. If I was lucky, by the time we reached our destination, my dick would be back on and ready for action. Bear shifter action, because Fiona really was a nice piece of ass.
A few traffic jams later, I was finally driving down the wide, free road to the trailer park. It was late afternoon. We arrived later than I would’ve liked. I maneuvered between the trailers until I reached mine.
“Wow. I like this!” Fiona got out of the car to study her surroundings. “Near the forest. This is brilliant! Maybe we can shift and go for a run later?”
“Yeah sure.” I took out my keys, unlocked my trailer, and invited her in. “I’ll be back in five minutes, okay? I just need to… get something. Someone.”
“Someone?”
She looked stunned, but I didn’t care. I needed to see Rosalie. Maybe if she was there, I could get it up and not disappoint Fiona and myself. But this wasn’t about Fiona, really. Hell, I’d just met her! This was about me. I wanted to prove to myself that I could still do whatever the fuck I wanted with my own fucking dick. That I could possess any woman I wanted, that I wasn’t addicted to one female alone.
No, I wasn’t addicted to Rosalie. Then why did I need her around just to make my cock hard?
I slapped myself over the forehead as I rushed toward the forest. But then I heard laughter coming from Brooks’s trailer. It sounded like her. Milo was giggling, amused, and then the craziest thing happened. Brooks mumbled something, Milo asked a question that was probably silly, because Rosalie laughed out loud.
“What the fuck?”
I turned on my heels and burst into Brooks’s trailer. When I’d left, Rosalie had been at the cabin. What the hell had happened while I’d been gone? And I hadn’t even been gone too long. Barely twenty-four hours. I stomped into the space that served as a kitchen, and they fell silent. They looked up at me. Brooks cocked an eyebrow, and Rosalie recoiled slightly, then relaxed. Milo returned to the mushy food on his plate. Apparently, they were trying to make him eat more solid food, so he could eventually transition from breastmilk.
“I need Rosalie,” I breathed out. For some reason, I was close to panting. Not because I’d run here. Well, I had. But I was a shifter, damn it! I didn’t tire. “In my trailer. Now.”
She tensed up and shot Brooks a questioning look. Brooks furrowed his brows for a moment, then relaxed and shrugged.
“Knock yourself out,” he said.
And that was all the permission I needed. I grabbed Rosalie by the arm and pulled her outside. She followed me diligently, though at some point she started fighting me because I was walking too fast.
“Slow down! I’m coming with you, can’t you see?”
I sighed and released her arm. My trailer was only a few feet away.
“Where were you?”
I blinked at her, slightly confused. “What?”
“Where were you?” she asked again in a gentler tone. “Brooks told me that Lincoln is at work. Lincoln called him earlier and asked about you. You should’ve been with him. He said you might lose your job if you don’t turn up on Monday.”
I rolled my eyes. This was exactly what I needed. A third person to lecture me about my life choices and how it was so damn important to hold on to a job.
“I was worried about you,” she whispered when she saw that her questioning had actually made me mad.
“Sure you were.”
Now I didn’t feel so bad about what I was going to do. I walked to my trailer, pulled the door open, and motioned for her to get inside. Unaware that Fiona was in there, she walked in, and before she could figure out the mess she’d just gotten herself into, I slammed the door closed and locked it, slipping the key in my back pocket.
“Who is she?” they both said at the same time, then turned to stare at me.
Oh, this was spectacular! I threw my head back and laughed. Fiona seemed to be curious about the human female. I noticed she was subtly sniffing the air. She knew what Rosalie was. Rosalie, though… Well, she didn’t look very pleased. Her neck and cheeks had turned beet red, and her hands were squeezed into fists at her sides.
“Colt, why did you bring me here?” Rosalie asked.
Fiona could’ve asked the exact same question. She didn’t. By now, they kind of both suspected where I was going with this. They both had good instincts. Or they had both noticed the huge tent in my pants. When the human female was present, I couldn’t help myself. My cock stood to attention and wanted to penetrate her. I wanted to fill her with my seed. But no. This time, I was going to hold myself back. Instead of fucking her, I was going to fuck Fiona in front of her. And now that I thought about it, this had turned into more than a game of proving to myself that I could fuck other women. Now I wanted to prove to her, to Rosalie, that she didn’t have any power over me, that her cunt wasn’t anything special, and I could spill my seed in some other female’s holes, too.
“You know what? I’m going to leave,” Rosalie said as she went for the door. When she realized it was locked, she groaned. “Colt, come on. I want to go. It’s clear to me that I’m the third wheel.”
I closed the space between us and tucked a strand of her long, black hair behind her ear.
“I brought you here because I want you to watch.”
“No.”
“Yes. I want you to sit right there,” I pointed at the couch, “and watch me fuck Fiona.”
“Uuu… I like where this is going,” Fiona chuckled. “Sexy.” She was leaning against the table, and she spread her legs invitingly.
Rosalie fixed me with a death glare. “No. Colt, let me go. Now.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” I slammed my hand against the door, right beside her head. She gasped in surprise. “Who do you think you are to order me around?” I added in a lower, more threatening tone. “You don’t make the rules, bitch. This is my home, and I make the rules. And if I tell you to sit your ass down and watch, you will do just that.”
“Colt,” she whimpered. She was afraid of me now. I could smell her fear on her luscious, tanned skin.
“I don’t have time to argue with you.”
I pushed her toward the couch. She stumbled as she fell in the middle of it. Quickly, I produced some rope out of one of my kitchen drawers – I always had rope lying around, as I knew Brooks and Lincoln had, too, – and proceeded to tie her up. I was in a hurry, and I wasn’t as good at this as Lincoln, but my knots would have to do. Once she was secured, I turned to Fiona.
“I think I like you even more now,” she said. “This is one of my fantasies. To be watched.”
“Is that right?” I started undressing her, one item of clothing at a time.
“Well, if you had brought a man, it would’ve been even better. But she’ll do just fine.”
Fiona was wearing a corset-like top that was rather hard to remove. I stepped behind her and started fumbling with the tiny zipper at the back, my fingers too big and clumsy to convince it to cooperate. Finally, I managed to pull it down. Fiona’s big, beautiful breasts spilled over, and I heard Rosalie take in a deep, sharp breath. I looked at her over the female bear’s shoulder. She had her brows furrowed and her lips pursed, but she was watching us alright. She couldn’t look away, in fact. I could tell that the show I was putting on especially for her disturbed her greatly, but she couldn’t just close her eyes and pretend that it wasn’t happening. I placed my hands over Fiona’s breasts and started playing with them as I looked into Rosalie’s eyes.
Oh God, I was so damn hard that I was in danger of cumming into my own pants at any second.
Fiona gasped in pleasure. “Mmm… I liked that.” I pinched her nipples and she moaned loudly, letting her head fall onto my shoulder.
After a few minutes of kneading her tits, I moved down to her skirt. This time, the zipper gave in on the first tug. The skirt pooled around Fiona’s ankles, and she was left in her lace panties. As I starte
d rolling them down her legs, revealing that her pussy was perfectly shaved, Rosalie began to really struggle. I ignored her. I stepped in front of Fiona, grabbed her by the back of her thighs, and lifted her onto the table. I positioned myself between her legs and started unzipping my pants. Just as I was pulling my cock out, I heard a scream and a crash behind me, and then Rosalie was grabbing a chair and ramming it hard against the door.
“What the fuck?!”
“Oh my God,” Fiona laughed. “She’s going to wreck your place.”
I didn’t see how that was funny. Somehow, Rosalie had managed to untie herself, and she was currently trying to break down the door with an old metal chair.
“Stop that!” I tucked my engorged cock back inside my pants and went to calm her down. “Stop it, for fucks sake! Okay, okay! I’ll let you go.”
“Yes! Do that!” She screamed in my face. “You disgusting jerk!”
Fiona kept laughing like she was having the best time of her life. For some reason, her laughter annoyed me. As I unlocked the door and let Rosalie out, I decided that I wasn’t going to fuck the she-bear after all. She was boring. Now, the human female… The human female wasn’t boring at all. Because she couldn’t stand to see me put my dick in another woman’s cunt, she’d practically destroyed my place with a metal chair that she could barely lift. She rushed outside, and when I saw her run toward the woods, something deep inside me stirred. I started panting again, this time anticipating the chase. The hunt. I was going to run after her, but first, I was going to give her a head start. Oh, this was going to be delicious. I began to remove my clothes.
“Are we still doing this?” Fiona asked.
“No,” I said simply as I jumped outside and shifted into my bear from.
My paws hit the ground steadily, and my sheer weight made the trees tremble as I rushed past them. I was on her trail. It was getting dark, and adrenaline was pumping through my veins. This was exhilarating. I hadn’t played this game with a female in too long. It got me going like nothing else did, and the fact that Rosalie was human, weak, and vulnerable made it even more exciting. I was the predator, and she was my prey. And oh, she was the sweetest prey a beast like me could hope for.