Three Grizzlies Gruff: A BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (Bear-y Spicy Fairy Tales Book 3)

by Sable Sylvan

  Daisy took off running to the bar and burst in the doors. Bill and Wylie got out of their corner booth and came over.

  “You have some nerve showing up around here,” said Bill.

  “I know what happened is still sore, but I’m not here to talk about it. Liam needs your help,” said Daisy, catching her breath.

  Bill and Wylie looked at each other and then back at their mate. Daisy was absolutely pale from fright. “Where is he?” asked Wylie.

  “Down the street, there’s a wolf shifter, and,” said Daisy between pained breaths.

  Bill interrupted her. “Say no more,” he ordered, and he and Wylie took off running.

  Daisy walked back outside the bar and watched the scene from afar. Mid run, Bill and Wylie both shifted into their bear forms, their clothes bursting and tearing as they did so. Their tight work boots, which could withstand years of lumber mill work but not even a single shift, broke and turned into scraps of leather, rubber, and remnants of laces. Their jeans turned into mere strips of denim, the rivets and hardy stitching unable to bear the force of the bear’s shift. The shirts burst like overfilled balloons as the men’s fur emerged and they let their animals out.

  Bill’s bear, like Bill himself, had the most muscle, and Bill’s bear was practically a ball of muscle covered in fur. Bill’s bear had the most core strength, with a big, firm torso, but with stubbier limbs.

  Wylie’s bear had the most lean muscle and the least fat, which meant that in maneuvers that relied on weight, he was the weakest, but he more than made up for it in speed and with long limbs with the longest, sharpest claws, giving Wylie the best set up for scrappy fights.

  In comparison to Bill and Wylie, Liam’s bear was the most bear-like, with more fat than either man’s bear, the best for barreling into opponents, with average sized arms. Liam could sub in for any fighting position.

  However, the fighting styles of the men ended up being irrelevant as the three bears were more than a match for the single lone wolf shifter. Lone wolves often got themselves into scrapes that they couldn’t get themselves out of, as they didn’t have a pack by choice, but due to instinct, often acted as if they had more shifters to back them up, even when they didn’t. Bears were always prepared for solo fights, so in a trio, they were a force to be reckoned with.

  The two new bears roared at the wolf that was over their friend’s body, as the wolf prepared to snap at the bear’s neck and face. Bill curled into a ball and rolled at the wolf, hard, knocking the wolf back so that Wylie could come in from the side and basically punt the wolf down the street.

  Wylie was careful, in his bear form, to not damage the city’s buildings, especially the fragile glass covering the storefronts. Fights like these were meant for the woods, not the city, and when shifters had a score to settle, they usually took it into the trees, and handled their business in private. Of course, a wolf with no honor and no rules wouldn’t know anything about that sort of life.

  Liam got back up and roared at the wolf, the wolf yelped and scampered down the street, howling. Liam unshifted and the two other men unshifted as well. They were stark naked, but it wasn’t a big deal in a shifter town.

  A police officer approached the group. “We received a report of a disturbance,” said the police officer. “And apparently, you three were involved...why am I not surprised?”

  “It’s not their fault,” said Daisy. “I was being harassed, physically, by a wolf shifter.”

  The cop instinctively bristled. As a wolf shifter, he hated it when a member of his own species pulled this shiz.

  “He was an out of towner,” explained Liam. “A loner. Maybe even a drifter.”

  “You get an ID on him?” asked the officer.

  “Not really,” admitted Daisy.

  “That’s fine then,” said the officer, walking to a pile of scraps. There was a wallet inside the pile. The officer opened up the wallet and scanned the contents. “Looks like you all are right. He isn’t from this town, he’s a wolf by the name of Lars Arden. Weird name, weird guy. I’ll send out an alert at the station and get your statements later. I’ve got your info on file...after the tractor incident.”

  “The tractor incident?” asked Daisy.

  The wolf cop looked at the three men and raised a brow. “Long story, miss. You all have a good night now...and put some darn pants on,” said the cop with a smile, shaking his head.

  “Come on,” said Liam, taking Daisy’s hand. “I’ve got some spare pants back at the bar.”

  “Fine, fine, let’s just get off the street,” said Daisy, blushing. There was no frikkin’ way she was walking down Main Street with three handsome shifters who were buck naked. What would her grandma say if she saw that sensational sight? The trio of grannies across the street sitting on the bench she’d been sitting on before were smiling wide and waved. Daisy waved back awkwardly and then put her hands in her pockets and walked quickly to the bar.

  Daisy took a seat at the booth full of Bill and Wylie’s stuff while the guys got changed. A waitress came by, tall, with raven hair and a taut waist; she was a typical shifter gal. “Can I get you anything?” asked the waitress.

  “A water would be great, four waters, actually,” said Daisy, realizing how parched she was from the events of the night.

  “You got it,” said the waitress with a wink.

  Daisy twiddled her thumbs until the water came and she sipped quickly...but she almost had to do a spit take when she saw the three guys come out of the back room. “No frikkin’ way,” said Daisy. While Liam was in pants, Bill and Wylie were in boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination and every woman’s eyes were locked on their tight buns and full crotches.

  “Turns out I only had one pair in the back, but at least I had extra underwear,” said Liam as he slid in next to Daisy. Bill and Wylie sat across from them and the three shifters started drinking their water.

  “Why...why did you defend me?” asked Daisy.

  “Because that’s what any man should do, for any woman, fated mate or otherwise,” said Bill. “You’ve got three times the men, and we’ll bring three times the heat to any fight.”

  “But we were fighting,” said Daisy. “You should be mad at me, not helping me.”

  “Of course we’re mad at you...but couples fight,” said Wylie. “And when there’s twice the people, there’s gonna be twice the fights. That’s normal, Daisy. Even so-called ‘perfect’ couples fight. What’s important is staying together afterwards and working through problems with communication.” Wylie’s bear roared: the idea of communicating to solve problems seemed stupid to the bear, but Wylie shushed his bear, the bear knew nothing of human ways. Things weren’t shifter simple all the time.

  “I’m sorry I doubted this could work,” said Daisy. “I said a lot of things when I was angry. When I get upset, I let my temper do the talking...instead of my heart.”

  “And what’s your heart say?” asked Bill.

  Daisy took Bill’s hand in one hand and Wylie and Liam’s hands in the other, reaching across the table. “My heart’s telling me to trust it, to go with it, to...to let myself love all three of you,” said Daisy. “I think I...no, we, can make it work.”

  “You really wanna give it another go?” asked Bill. “Because I can’t stand to be apart from you again, Daisy...and I won’t let myself fall harder for you if you’re gonna pull away. I speak for all of us when I say you hurt us that night, more than we’ve been hurt before. You’re our fated mate. That’s a more sacred bond than any other in the world.”

  “Yeah,” said Daisy. “I do. I know I do. And I’m going to work hard to overcome my own inhibitions. I love you all. I do. I know that I haven’t said it before...but I do love you, all three of you, and I’ve never even been in love with one man before, so being in love with three is a lot. Things aren’t going to get solved overnight, but this conversation, and starting to communicate more...well, that’s a start. I wanna try, if you all wanna try with me.”
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br />   “Then let’s head back to your place,” said Wylie. “And we’ll see if what comes naturally is what’s going to work for you.”

  “That...sounds awesome,” admitted Daisy. “I had a ton of fun with you guys that night.”

  “Then what are we doing here?” asked Bill, losing the somber look for a wide grin, putting some cash on the table from his wallet which had been in his bag. “Let’s go!”

  Chapter Eight

  Daisy headed back up to her farm in her truck with Liam, who took Wylie and Bill’s things with him. Wylie and Bill just stripped out of their undies behind the bar and shifted back into their bear forms before heading up the hill, following after the truck, running all the way up to the Craston Bros. farm.

  As soon as Daisy parked her car, Wylie and Bill unshifted. Wylie pulled Daisy in for a quick deep kiss before Bill did the same. “Let’s get inside,” said Daisy. “I need you, all three of you.”

  Daisy led the men into the farmhouse, to a room in the back they hadn’t seen yet, Daisy’s bedroom.

  Daisy opened the door to her bedroom. It was decorated with only simple mementos of her time spent in Texas. Her room back in Texas was much different and much more cluttered, but when she moved to Port Jameson, she’d decided she wanted to be more serious and less distracted, given she had the responsibility of running the farm.

  The walls were painted a pale light green. The floors were hardwood, good wood that was part of the original construction of the house, and there was a dark wood bed in the center of the room. The mattress had been replaced when Daisy first moved in and the sheets on the mattress were relatively new too, white cotton summer sheets that were perfect for the steamy Oregon summer nights.

  Bill and Wylie were already nude, but Liam still hadn’t dropped his trousers, and Daisy had to get unchanged entirely. Daisy kicked off her boots, and then, shimmied down the jeans, before pulling off the tank top, revealing her black and nude lace lingerie, which was unlike the relatively innocent white cotton undies she’d worn the previous week during their tryst.

  “You look frikkin’ amazing,” said Bill, who felt his erection get even fuller. “But you’ll look ever better out of those clothes.”

  “Really?” said Daisy. “You’re not into the lingerie?”

  “Lingerie’s nice, but not as nice as what’s under it,” said Wylie with a sly smile. “Nothing better than seeing a gal in her birthday suit...and it’s even better if that gal’s your fated mate.”

  Daisy reached around and unlatched her bra. She slid the bra off. “Is that better?” asked Daisy, holding a breast in each hand and jiggling them as a joke...but jiggling her boobs turned the men on even more.

  “So, Daisy, who’ll it be?” asked Wylie.

  “Well, I’ve had Liam already...so I guess I want you and Bill,” said Daisy.

  “Two at a time?” said Wylie. “I could get used to this new Daisy.”

  “Hey, just because I’m willing to try new stuff in the bedroom doesn’t mean I’m a totally different person,” said Daisy, sitting on her bed. “So what do we do now?”

  “You can jerk us off a bit,” said Wylie, approaching the bed. Bill approached as well. Daisy reached out to take their shafts in her hand. She rubbed up and down on the shafts. The dicks were already forming a glossy sheen at their tips. Daisy wet the tip of each of her index fingers with the precum and tasted Wylie’s first, then Bill. They tasted similar, but surprisingly, Bill was more delicious and sweet.

  “Well, now I know who I want in my mouth,” said Daisy, looking to Bill first, then to Wylie. “How do these usually work, with two guys and one lady?

  “Lie down,” ordered Wylie. Daisy lay on her back. “Now, who do you want in you, and how?”

  “Wylie, I want you to do me, and I wanna suck off Bill,” said Daisy. She had never talked about sex so explicitly before, but talking about such a taboo topic actually was turning her on a bit!

  “Then I’ll do you from the side of the bed, and Bill can sit on the bed and you can suck him off and jerk him off to your heart’s content,” said Wylie.

  “What about Liam?” asked Daisy. Liam had been taking a hands off approach to all this and was still wearing his jeans, although a thick bulge had formed in the crotch of the pants.

  “I’m a firm believer that too many cooks can spoil the broth,” said Liam teasingly, stroking his shaft through his pants. “I’m outtie, at least for now...but of course; I’ll stick around for the show...we all know Daisy can be quite the entertaining hostess.”

  “It’s no fun without all of you, this is a package deal, right?” said Daisy. “And you’re part of the package...and so is your package.”

  “Your wish, my command,” said Liam, a smirk making its way across his face. The bear inside him roared with delight. Liam sat on the other side of Daisy, and Daisy alternated between sucking and rubbing Liam and Bill.

  Wylie pressed into Daisy and filled her while she was playing with his two companions. “How’s that feel?” asked Daisy.

  “Amazing,” said Daisy with a small moan. “It feels really great.”

  That’s when Liam got a good idea. When Daisy next turned to suck off Bill, he turned and moved his arm so that he could run a finger around Daisy’s clit in small circles. The motion drove Daisy wild so Liam kept jerking himself off so that he would be able to stay hard when it was his turn to take his fated mate, using his other hand to play with Daisy to bring her closer to her climax.

  “How long have you wanted to do that to me?” asked Daisy.

  “Since the first time I saw you,” said Liam as Daisy sucked on Bill’s shaft. Bill’s shaft was big and filled Daisy’s mouth with ease and she could barely get it over her teeth comfortably, so she stuck to only giving it small kisses and licks, using her hands to stimulate her fated mate, exploring every nook and cranny of his shaft.

  “You remember that night?” asked Daisy, turning back to Liam to give him similar attention, playing with every part of his lower parts to make sure that he felt just as good as they were making her feel. She looked up at Liam with big, wide eyes that drove him absolutely wild.

  “How could I forget the day I first saw my fated mate? I remember seeing you in that pickup truck and wondering why the most attractive woman to make her way through Port Jameson wasn’t headed towards my bar,” said Liam. “I almost took it as a personal offense. Chalked it up to you just passing through...but when I saw you again, on your land, I wasn’t just surprised. I was pleased beyond belief...but I never would’ve guessed you would be my fated mate.”

  “Why not?” asked Daisy.

  “Because every guy hopes that the hottest thing he’s ever seen will be his true love,” said Liam. “And we’re the three luckiest chumps in the world for being the one in a million guys who got to be with the hottest woman in the world.”

  “You’re too sweet,” said Daisy with a soft smile. Liam had always put on a playboy sort of act, the bad boy leader of the group, but he could be a real teddy bear when he left himself open up.

  “It’s true, we were all there, and it was the same for me,” said Bill. He rubbed Daisy’s ample bosom with his hands, each stroke of his hands leaving subtle red marks against her skin, marks that disappeared back into the pale skin as quickly as they appeared. “And you are the most gorgeous woman in the whole world. I can’t imagine a better rack in the entire world.”

  “And who could forget about this ass?” asked Wylie, gripping Daisy’s bottom as he thrust into her, hard, hitting her entrance with the base of his cock. “God, what a fantastic ass; perfect for gripping onto and caressing.” Wylie rubbed his hands over Daisy’s hips, lifting them up off the bed with ease as he rubbed around each cheek and the sides of her upper thighs.

  “And this pretty face... sure helps, doesn’t it?” Liam asked his friends, tracing lines over Daisy’s face with the tips of his fingers, from the soft curves of Daisy’s cheeks to her soft but full lash line. “You’re an amazing woman
, Daisy, and you’ve got a bod to boot.”

  “And you’re sure I can’t get any prettier?” asked Daisy sarcastically.

  “Well...there’s nothing more beautiful than the face you make when you come,” said Liam, reaching back down to press on Daisy’s clit, this time using two fingers, pressed flat and hard against the clit, rubbing back and forth and using Daisy’s natural juices as lubrication.

  Daisy squirmed under Liam’s touch as Wylie increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, rubbing her hands under Liam’s arm so she could stimulate both him and Bill at the same time, rubbing her hands back and forth faster and faster.

  The attention of all three men pushed Daisy over the edge. Daisy came fast and hard around Wylie’s shaft, her body trying to pull Wylie’s dick closer to her cervix, as even humans have the primal instinct to mate, and her body wanted a baby, badly, and would do whatever it took to get one.

  Wylie couldn’t hold back: he came inside of Daisy and pulled out, sitting down in a chair in the bedroom and watching as Bill enter Daisy...but Bill had been close to the edge as well, so he didn’t last much longer than Wylie did, nor did Liam! All three men lasted long enough to feel the start and end of Daisy’s orgasm around their shafts, and that was what mattered the most.

  “Why didn’t they glow this time?” asked Daisy, as Bill pulled out of Daisy. Everybody needed a few minutes to cool off. Wylie opened a window to let in fresh air as the room was getting a musty sex smell, and Liam turned on a fan.

  “What, our mate marks?” said Bill. “They only glow the first time we have sex with our fated mates. Sometimes they glow for a few days after, even weeks, but it depends on the guys. Ours glowed really brightly that first time we were with you...maybe we used up all the glowing power we had inside of us or something.”

  “But...I’m still your fated mate, right?” asked Daisy, lying back in the bed.