by Amy Brent
“I can’t believe that this is…fucking…happening. I needed this for a very long time and I’m glad that you came into my…LIFEEEEEEEE.” If he thought that her pussy was holding him before, then it was nothing compared to when she became a wet like vise around his blossoming member.
“You’ve done it now…AHHHHH.” He reared up with his chest pushed forward and then he heard the crash of the glass behind him. His cock came untethered from within her. His hose went off and shot ropes along her stomach and up to her breasts. He was taken by surprise, as a bear like hand wrapped around his throat and pulled him away from the moment of truth.
Michael’s body began to change. He felt like he wasn’t himself anymore. He pushed back against his attacker and they went through the glass and over the balcony in mid change. They both landed heavily and rolled down the hill, until coming to a stop on the back side of her lawn. They were both eyeing each other carefully. They shook their heads to clear the cobwebs of falling from such a distance.
Carter attacked Michael first, grabbing onto his neck with his teeth and trying to tear out his flesh. Michael managed to push free, but not before his teeth had dug in enough that he could feel that the damage was done. They rolled around on the ground clawing and biting at one another, until only one was left standing.
With the sheet wrapped around her body, she went to the balcony and watched the fight ensue. She couldn’t even ascertain which one was Michael and which one was her would be assassin. She had the weapon with a thousand volts, but had no way to use it. She was terrified that she was going to be next.
The bear started to change back, crying out from the pain of the transformation and the wounds that he had been inflicted with. She waited and finally it emerged, as Michael and not the assassin. The assassin in question was dead. In bear form, he had no way to change back to human.
She met him at the door and he was holding his neck with blood spilling through his fingers. “We need to get that looked that. I doubt that you want to go to any clinic. You’re going to have to deal with my kind of bedside manner.” She brought him back into the bathroom and heard him grimace, as she used alcohol and then a normal thread and needle to suture the wound closed.
They decided that he would stay with her, but not as her employee. They talked about their future together and they promised each other that they would never be alone again. They both had haunted pasts, but they were able to see past that for the chance at true love.
PARANORMAL – WEREBEAR ALPHA MALE ROMANCE
TAKEN BY THE SHIFTER
1
“Damn girl! It's so great to see you! You look amazing!”
“Thank you, so do you!” I said, only half believing her compliment. I didn't really look any different than I had the last time I'd seen her, which wasn't bad, but was maybe a rung or two beneath what I might have considered “amazing.” Monica was the one who looked amazing between the two of us, and I'm fairly certain she knew that- I didn't indulge her by saying so, either. With her low cut blouse, cleavage visible. Her thin waist, her big boobs... I could practically feel the eyes of the men around the bar, cutting through me to get to her, visually undressing her... And hell, maybe me as well. But I felt as though any interest in me would be an afterthought at best, compared to her.
But, then again that was Monica's way. She was endearing, sometimes to the point of being obnoxious about it. She was hugging me, presently, way harder than our relationship might have warranted. We'd been roommates in college, friends, I suppose, but not quite as close as her demeanor might have implied.
Hell, who knows, maybe my rural backwardness was just showing...
We sat down, ordered our drinks, and stumbled head over heels into conversation. Or, rather, Monica talked, and I tried, as best I could, to keep up with her.
“So, tell me all about how things are going? How are you liking your big New York City apartment? You've been here for what... Three weeks now?”
“Yeah, just going on three weeks,” I said, and in answer to the first part, “Well, um... It's definitely expensive compared to what I'm used to.” God, I was hopeless. What a dull, pragmatic answer, and not at all what I knew she was mining for. Monica exerted and expected near constant enthusiasm about everything in life, and sometimes I wondered why the hell she put up with what she must have perceived as my inherent dullness. I adjusted my answer quickly, with this in mind. “But really, it's totally worth it... It's an awesome place, and I can't thank you enough for putting me in touch with the landlord.”
“Oh, don't think a thing of it! That's what friends are for,” she laughed. Our drinks arrived, and I sipped on mine nervously. This place we were at, it seemed exotic, strange to me, and I felt dressed in a way that was wholly fake. I wondered what, exactly, had ever convinced me that I had what it took to cut it as a city girl?
Monica's eyes cased the joint, and I watched her, snooping around as she drank- presumably, looking for more interesting goings-on. And then her eyes made their way back around to boring old me, and her lips curled into a smile.
“So?” she asked, as though by this world alone I should know precisely what she was referring to.
“So?” I repeated, and then looked at my drink, thinking she was asking whether I liked it. “Oh... Um, it tastes fine. Really good, actually.”
“Nooo,” she said, shaking her head in a manner most patronizing, but still grinning with enthusiasm. “I mean so, have you met anyone yet? Are you seeing anyone?”
She asked it as though this was my sole purpose for ever coming to the city, my mission above all else. “Oh, um... No, not yet... Haven't really got around to it just yet...”
“What? You've gotta be kidding me! Well, we'll just have to fix that right this evening, now won't we?” Instantly, her eyes began to swim around the room again, this time with the clear intention of finding me a boyfriend.
I couldn't help but laugh. “Come on, Monica, don't make a fool out of me,” I said, grinning. “This all is taking me some getting used to. Dating around here is so much different than what I'm used to. I need to warm up to it first.”
“Different? What do you mean, different?” she asked, but she didn't cease gawking for a minute.
“God, I don't know... It just seems like... Well, everything's just so casual around here. There's a lot more song and dance to it in my old neck of the woods... Actual wooing, almost, very old fashioned... Not that I especially went for all of that, but regardless... In the city it seems like people just sort of hook up, have fun with one another for a night or a week or what have you, and then go their separate ways. I'm just not sure that's what I'm looking for just yet...”
“It doesn't have to be,” she insisted. “You're young, beautiful, and professional. There must be a guy out there who's looking for a girl just like you! I mean, the perfect, curvy girl like you….Like, turn around when you get a chance... There's one hell of a gentleman looking over this way just as we speak... He's totally into you...”
I did turn, slyly, more out of vague curiosity than hope, and looked at the man.
“Oh come on,” I said. “He's totally looking at you, not me... Just like every other damn male in this bar. You're not exactly the best person to be standing beside when my goal is to lure a man with my beauty....”
“Jesus,” she laughed, dismissing me with a wave of her hand. “You don't give yourself anywhere near enough credit, you know that? Do you really mean to tell me that there hasn't been anyone in the two weeks since you've been here?”
I squirmed a little bit at this point, a fact which she noticed, and I could see her calling my bluff with her eyes.
“Well...” I said, averting my eyes, and trying not to grin. “...There is this one person... Nick... My neighbor, actually...”
And actually, he was just my neighbor. It was hard to call what little the two of us had shared any more than that. The two of us had met the day I'd moved in, his apartment right across from my own, at the v
ery, very end of the narrow hallway. I was exhausted from the lengthy drive it had taken to get there, and was struggling terribly to unload the myriad of boxes I had stuffed in my vehicle.
Annoyed, I'd stacked up entirely too many boxes in my arms during this particular trip from car to apartment, and I could scarcely even see past the load. Hell, I came close to falling on my ass as I wobbled up the stairs, dropping my keys at one point, so that I had to set the boxes down on an upper landing, and scramble back down to retrieve them.
Oh, and the elevator was out too that day... So that sucked...
Anyway, by the time I got to my floor, I knew beyond a doubt that this had been one hell of a bad idea, trying to carry so much in one trip, I mean. Even the short distance from the top of the stairs to my room down the hall seemed interminable at this point, and I'd barely taken my first step forward when I heard his voice for the first time, calling out to me.
“Woah, hey there neighbor- you look like you could use some help. Want me to grab that top box and carry it for you?” At this point, I couldn't even see him past the ridiculous load in my arms. For all I knew, he could have been a mugger, and I might have been voluntarily forking over my possessions for him to scramble off with. But at this point, I was simply exhausted, and couldn't be bothered to care all that much either way.
“God, yes, please... That would be a tremendous help, thank you...”
A pair of strong, black arms slid around either side of the top box, and instantly the weight I had to struggle with was halved, the relief of the fact tremendous. I still couldn't see him, though, my nose barely even peeking over the top of the box I still carried.
I followed the sound of his footsteps down the hallway the rest of the way, and stepped into my apartment behind him, ready to collapse the moment I got the chance to do so.
And what happened next was almost cheesy, it was so perfect. Like something out of a dumb romantic comedy, as far as timing was concerned.
At the exact same moment, the two of us set down our respective boxes in the middle of the floor, so that each of us was revealed, for the first time to the other. We were staring directly at one another now, his eyes on mine, and God- I felt as though my breath had suddenly been stolen out of me.
I don't know why, but I hadn't at all expected to see the sort of man who was now standing before me. I guess, I don't know, I just didn't think it was possible for me to be living next door to a neighbor who was anywhere near this attractive. My first impression of Nick was that he must be a damn male supermodel, with his perfect face, his powerful, muscular body, his dark, luscious skin...
And then, of course, there was me, his perfect opposite, out of shape, looking sweaty and exhausted, my pale skin sunburnt unattractively from the ride, blonde hair dark from perspiration and plastered all over my forehead... Lord, I could feel my face growing red for reasons wholly separate from the sunburn, my awkwardness in this man's presence wholly and painfully felt.
But that was the thing... He didn't seem to think I was awkward at all. Or unattractive... He actually stared longer than I had, peering into me, fascinated, as though I was the most beautiful specimen of femininity he had ever before had the pleasure of laying his eyes upon. His eyes carefully screened by heavy breasts, my slender waist and then my rounded ass….and suddenly, I rounded ass (which until now seemed out of shape) appeared to be perfect (to me too!)
I at last had to look away, feeling painfully shy and dumb stricken, when he reached out a hand to me, introducing himself. “I'm Nick,” he said.
“Allison,” I replied shortly, still swept up in wonder at him.
“Welcome to the neighborhood,” he said coolly. “Need any more help bringing things up from your car?”
“I- yes,” I stammered. “Yes, that would be wonderful, actually, thank you...”
And for about an hour, I had the pleasure of watching his dark, lurid body twisting and shifting as he lifted the especially heavy items from my car, moving them as though it was nothing, the flimsy, sweaty tank top he wore treating me to a tremendous view. I helped move as well, of course, but I could tell he was reserving the lighter objects for me, knowing they would be a lot easier for me to handle.
I was actually a little bit disappointed when the car was emptied out again, as it felt like suddenly any excuse for interacting with this luscious sexpot had all but evaporated, and the two of us would soon have to go our separate ways. After all, what other purpose would a man like that have with a girl like me? I was nothing special, and he was the type of man who could reasonably have any woman he wanted to...
But then he surprised me, quite pleasantly, by displaying a show of interest in me that I didn't even give myself. “So, not to be nosy or anything, but I saw your license plate said Virginia. Long way from home, eh?”
“Oh- oh, yeah,” I said, smiling. “Well, you know... I just needed to make some changes in my life... Experience new things, and all that jazz.”
“Well you've certainly come to the right place for that,” he said, flashing that attractive smile of his, so soothing, so crisp, with his rows of almost stunningly white teeth.
“I suppose so,” I said, and surprised myself next by taking the initiative of furthering the conversation. “Have you always lived here? I mean, not this apartment, of course, but New York?”
“No, I'm from Tennessee, actually, originally. That's kind of why I thought it was interesting, same neck of the woods and everything.”
“Oh yeah? That's so funny,” I said with enthusiasm, as though this was the most amazing thing in the world. It really wasn't all that uncanny of a coincidence- Virginia and Tennessee, after all, were fairly big states, touching only in a very small spot along their respective borders. But of course, I was looking for any excuse I could possibly find to get close to this studly individual, and this gave me a quick and easy reason. “You don't really have much of an accent that I can notice...”
“No, not really. You do, just a little bit...” he smiled as he said it, and I felt suddenly embarrassed about it.
“Oh, God really? I never even noticed... I always hear it in the people around me down there, but I thought I talked mostly normal, for the most part...”
“Nah, I'm just messing with you,” he said, smiling. “It's barely there, and anyway it's charming. If you want to hear some really thick accents, well, you've come to the right city for it, that's for sure. In just about every tongue you could imagine...”
I really couldn't believe how easily I was managing to interact with this man... This absolutely stunning individual, whom I felt for almost certain was fathoms out of my league. And yet the two of us seemed to strike a connection like we were old friends, with a strong, mutual background between us.
I lost track of the time so easily as the two of us laughed and chatted it up, feeling suddenly very optimistic about having moved here despite my initial reticence. It had gone from daylight to sundown before either of us had taken note of it, and of course I had to go and open my big mouth about the fact.
“God, I had no idea how late it was getting.”
“Oh, wow, yeah... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pester you for so long. I should let you go and unpack for the evening!”
“Oh, no, don't apologize! You were a huge help! And I really enjoyed talking to you...”
“Sure, of course. It was very nice to meet you,” he said, smiling. “I don't want to take up any more of your time, though. I'll see you around, hopefully...”
“Yeah, see you around,” I said, and though I was disappointed to see him slip through the door, my heart seemed to flutter in my chest with happiness, ecstasy, even... I couldn't believe that a man like that could possibly be interested in a girl like me...
But soon enough, I found myself second guessing the fact- was he interested? Really?
It seemed far too good to be true, honestly, and I soon found reason upon reason, piling up, up, up, for second guessing myself and any sort of role I co
uld have in his life.
That first encounter, and the easygoing manner of our conversation, must have been some sort of a fluke, I decided miserably. Because from the very next time the two of us encountered one another in the hall and onward, things only ever ventured into the territory of the awkward and uncomfortable.
I can't explain it, exactly... But our dynamic had all but vanished, as though we'd each spent too much time thinking about it all, and let so much reflection pollute our abilities to interact with one another.
Anytime either of us spotted one another in the hallway, we would have to force ourselves to smile, to mutter a hello, and our timing in doing so would be so damn awkward, so strained, that it was almost maddening... It became harder and harder for me to look him in the eyes when we passed one another, too. Sometimes, I would pull out my phone if I saw him coming, and act like I was in the middle of a conversation so as to avoid interaction. Hell, for that matter, sometimes I would hide from him completely, ducking around a corner, and staying put until he was out of sight, the danger avoided for the time being, at any rate.