Big Bad Bear (Forbidden Shifters Book 3)

by Vanessa Devereaux

  Big Bad Bear

  Forbidden Shifters

  Vanessa Devereaux

  Copyright © 2016 Vanessa Devereaux

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, or events, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Published by Coldstream Publishing www.coldstreampublishing.co

  After Dark Imprint

  This is the work of erotica and therefore intended for a mature audience.

  All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  About the Author

  Welcome to Bay Harbor Springs, one of the first towns in Benningan County to experiment with the idea that their bear shifter population and non-shifter residents should finally be allowed to date, have sex, and possibly mate.

  Before legislation passed, all shifters were known as forbidden and any shifter found to have anything but a platonic or business relationship with their non-shifter counterpart would be forced to wear a radio tracker, be fined, sometimes jailed, and repeat offenders were banished from Benningan County for ten years.

  The non-shifter female residents sometimes found this rule the hardest to abide by because everyone knows that a bear shifter is downright hunkalicious.

  Many women found themselves unable to resist these sexy werebears and many of the bad boys paid the price by handing over huge fines for a short kiss while others spent time behind bars for a quick rendezvous in the backseat of a parked car.

  The Non-Shifter Alliance (all male) have decided that each month a limited number of permits will need to be issued before any sexual activity can commence and it’s on a purely first come first served basis.

  As you can imagine, a record number were applied for just minutes after the ban was officially abolished and sexual encounters with the Forbidden Shifters began soon after.

  These are the stories…

  Chapter One

  I put the binoculars back on the passenger seat while trying my best not to look at the mug shot of the current outlaw I’d been assigned to hunt down and bring in. I tapped the steering wheel and hummed but could still see his gorgeous face etched in my brain.

  At this point, I knew how my mother felt twenty five, no make that twenty six years ago. The werebears were hard to resist and I was living proof of the price you paid when you lowered your guard and let one into your heart or should that be panties?

  My stomach rumbled, reminding me I’d skipped breakfast and hadn’t gotten around to eating lunch yet. I’d stopped at a café and ordered a sandwich to go which now sat on the passenger seat next to the mug shot. Why I’d bothered to print it out, I have no idea. The one on my tablet was crystal clear. I tried my best to grab my sandwich and not look at the photo, but there was something about his eyes and the expression on his face that forced me to do it.

  Josie, oh, Josie, come on take a look, I dare you to.

  It was almost as if he was taunting me.

  I bit into my sandwich as I gave in and lifted the photo. I balanced it on the top of the steering wheel as mayonnaise dribbled down my chin.

  Holy cannoli, he was one hot bear. Holy cannoli is my grandmother’s favorite two words and I think the disposition to use them when you can’t think of anything else, is wired into my DNA.

  Someone walking by the car caught my attention and I looked up to see a woman going by with a beagle. It started to spit with rain and slowly slid down the windshield. It was getting cold and prematurely dark. While I hadn’t seen any movement or sign of him inside the house I’d been staking out, I knew he was in there.

  I wasn’t going to sit out here all night so I had to find a way to get inside, preferably with me being invited in. Although I’ve been doing this job for over a year, I still didn’t like the idea of barging in and making arrests. Bottom line is I hate confrontation.

  The rain grew heavier and it was either sit here and freeze my butt off or get in there where it was probably warm and cozy.

  I got out of the car, reached for my notebook and pen, slung my bag over my shoulder and marched across the street. I stopped when I reached the end of his driveway. Water dripped down the back of my neck as I rehearsed over and over what I was going to say and how I’d maneuver myself inside so I could make an arrest. Arrest. I hadn’t given much thought to that. I’d have to put him in the back of my car. The sexy werebear sitting just a foot behind me. Yeah, I could handle that, piece of cake.

  I headed to the front door and rang the bell. Through the glass panel that ran down its center, I saw a shadow approaching. I wasn’t expecting to see what I did when he opened the door. His photo didn’t do him justice. He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen with his strong jawline, cleft in the chin, and prettiest shade of brown eyes it had been my pleasure to gaze into. I’d rehearsed what I was going to say over and over again but his looks suddenly threw me off course.

  “Can I help you?” he asked.

  Even his voice oozed sexiness.

  “I’m…”

  Lost for words. And if you knew me well enough you’d know there’s zero chance of that ever happening.

  “I’m doing a survey,” I blurted out.

  “I’d love to help you but I’m sort of busy right now. You could come back tomorrow if you’re still in the area.”

  “No, I have to file the results in the next two hours.” I pretended to look at my watch.

  Oh yeah, now I was on a roll.

  “I’m sorry I can’t…”

  I’d been trained not to be swayed by pretty boys, after all, I’m in the Criminal Werebear Division of Enforcement so why was I’m letting his good looks put my job and maybe my safety in jeopardy?

  I stepped over the threshold and put my hand into my purse to pull out my identification card but instead my hand caught the tampon I always keep in there for emergencies. It flew up into the air, finally coming in for a landing on the toe of his shoe. He casually bent over, picked it up and handed it to me. I knew I was turning redder by the second.

  “I believe this is yours,” he said.

  Not a great start to me making an arrest but I was going to do better on my next attempt. I threw the tampon back into my bag, fumbled around a bit and finally felt the edge of my photo ID which I pulled out and lifted it up to his eye level.

  “Josie Moss, Enforcement officer with Bay Harbor Central Division and you’re under arrest.”

  He burst out laughing and it was at that point I realized it wasn’t my ID card but the frequent shopper one for the local supermarket I’d just signed up for.

  Holy cannoli, things were going down the toilet quickly and I somehow lost my cool. We were supposed to show our card before we made a formal arrest b
ut if this carried on my purse would be devoid of everything besides the proper identification. Instead I dropped the shopper card, pulled my handcuffs off my belt and aimed my body straight at him.

  He was a big guy but I managed to get him turned and against the wall with more ease than I would have guessed. It was if he was finding the whole thing enjoyable or maybe he was just feeling sorry for me.

  “Put your hands behind your back, but slowly, no funny business,” I told him.

  He burst out laughing again but didn’t put up a fight and simply slid his arms around so I could now see his wrists. I slapped the cuffs on feeling confident I had my fugitive right where I wanted him.

  Next thing Enforcement requires us to do is the full body search before we put a suspect into the car.

  “You have anything sharp in your pockets?” I asked him.

  “Nope,” he simply said.

  I leaned in to reach into his jacket pocket and got a whiff of cologne and pure werebear. My nose twitched and my pussy ached. The scent I was detecting meant what I was doing was turning him on and I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that.

  I turned his pockets inside out. Next I slipped my hands into his pant pockets. The fingers on both my hands brushed his balls.

  “Careful with those, they’re very valuable to me and to lots of females too,” he said.

  “I’m sure they are,” I said, thinking how I hated conceited men.

  The pockets were deeper than I’d assumed and my hands went further down into the material brushing his balls some more.

  “Like what you feel?” he asked.

  The scent of his arousal got stronger, and being who I am, couldn’t help myself. What I did next was unforgivable. I palmed his balls before squeezing them and then removed my right hand and placed it over his cock which as I’d suspected was rock hard.

  “Wow baby, when you search a guy you really do a thorough job,” he whispered.

  “Just making sure you’re not harboring anything dangerous that could hurt me.”

  “Oh, it’s dangerous all right but hurt you no. In fact, it can bring you nothing but pleasure. Why don’t you unzip my pants and take a look.”

  What woman could stand being around a guy with this big of an ego? Sure he felt well hung but did he have to brag about it?

  The air around us suddenly stunk of not only his arousal but my own. My pussy dripped cream into my panties and because of those two things I had no alternative but take him up on his suggestion. It’s how I’m made and I can’t do a thing about it.

  I unzipped his pants and snaked my hand inside. I quickly found the slit in his boxers and seconds later my fingers were wrapped around his shaft.

  “You going to make me come?” he asked me.

  I didn’t answer, partly out of embarrassment about what I’d just done, and partly because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do now that I’d crossed that line.

  “If you are, how about uncuffing me so I can reciprocate the favor?”

  I bit my lip because the thought of him giving me an orgasm made me want him more by the second.

  “We can keep this between ourselves. I’m not the type of werebear to report anyone.”

  This wasn’t going to plan and the next thing I knew I was taking off the cuffs.

  He swung me around and slammed my back into the wall and I wasn’t sure if he was going to hurt me or fuck me.

  Those eyes, the cleft in his chinny, chinny chin, and those lips that were suddenly on mine. He’d been drinking beer before I’d arrived because I could taste it. I’m not a great fan of it, but have to say I liked it more as he pushed his tongue over my lips and soon it was dueling with my own. I should have stopped it right then and there before we went any further but I guess I’m more like my mother than I care to admit. He pulled away from me and put his fingers on my lips.

  “I’m betting you didn’t expect this when you came to the door,” he said.

  I thought about a snappy comeback line but while I was trying my best to come up with one, he was ripping open my blouse, the buttons flying in every direction possible, and suddenly those luscious lips of his were kissing the tops of my breasts.

  Oh my god, it felt so good and the next thing I knew he’d hoisted up my bra and was sucking on the nipple of my right breast.

  Umm, was all that would come out of my mouth as he whipped his tongue over the now rock hard bud. I ran my fingers through his hair, letting my fingernails scrape his scalp.

  He looked up at me before he got down on his knees and popped open the button on my pants and then lowered the zipper. He pulled the sides of the pants apart…

  “Well, well, well, I thought your scent was strong.”

  I knew what he was referring to and in a way justified my strong sexual urge. I tried to fight it but I couldn’t and before I knew it my pants and panties were around my ankles. He freed me of them and tore off my blouse and bra, and holy cannoli I was naked in front of him.

  He fingered the mark on my belly and then got back down and kissed it. His fingers dived into my pubic hair. I knew what he wanted me to do but did I really want to do this with a stranger?

  He touched my clit and oh yes, I did.

  I widened my stance for him and the smell of my own arousal hit my nostrils. He tickled my clit and then massaged it, making me fidget, making me want what he was going to do to me, even more. He pressed harder and faster, almost taking my breath away. I held the wall behind me, wanting to slide down it and beg him to fuck me.

  I shook and cried out knowing what had just happened.

  The big bad bear laughed as he stood and kissed me on the lips. He lifted my left leg and wrapped it around his hips as his erect cock scraped my entrance. My heartbeat quickened, my skin grew sweaty, and my mouth dry.

  “It’s going to hurt isn’t it?” I asked him.

  “Just a little but then it’s all pleasure from there on out,” he whispered.

  He pushed his dick inside me and I cried out. Yeah downright painful. Mom had warned me.

  When you get fucked for the first time, make sure it’s not a werebear. One for obvious reasons and two, you’re not going to be able to walk comfortably for days after.

  This was my first time and yes, this was a bear shifter and right now he was pounding that huge cock into my up till now, untouched pussy. Yes, I’m a virgin and intended to stay one until I’d found the right man. A fugitive werebear definitely didn’t fit that bill.

  The room spun and I thought I might pass out as he fucked me harder and I whimpered.

  “Hey baby, I’m being as gentle as I can but I’m a bear and you’re so big and beautiful and your pussy’s so tight and…”

  I gasped as he gave another thrust and I dug my nails into his arms feeling the pain in my pussy suddenly change to pleasure.

  Oh yeah, something was definitely happening down in the va-va dome as my BFF calls it. I pushed my body against him hoping he’d know I wanted this to be rough and dirty now.

  “That’s my girl, that’s it baby, enjoy the ride.”

  I lifted my arms up, allowing my boobs to lift higher as my butt pounded against the wall. He grunted and fucked me harder and faster and then, holy cannoli, I felt it begin in my toes and then it traveled up my legs and that was it. I’d not only lost my virginity but I’d just had my first climax and oh yeah, I liked it.

  I was in a dream world, drooling, thinking about cuddling with him, him spooning me and saying sweet nothings in my ear so I wasn’t paying attention that he’d also found release and had already pulled out of me. Somehow in my state of semi-unconsciousness he’d cuffed me to a bookcase.

  I glanced over at him as he zipped up his fly.

  “You were my first ever virgin so thank you very much for that but I’m afraid I must be on my way as I have an urgent appointment and I’m already late.”

  “Wait a minute you can’t do this. You know what the penalty is for handcuffing an Enforcement officer.”
/>   “When we get to court will you mention that you let me fuck you and hadn’t put up any resistance?”

  “Just you wait…”

  “I’d leave you a permit so you don’t get in any trouble but I guess if you work for Enforcement you won’t need one. I’ll bid you farewell and maybe we’ll see one another again.”

  He walked out of the room but then came back. I thought maybe he’d been messing with me, was going to uncuff me, but that had been wishful thinking.

  “By the way, if you manage to get yourself out of those cuffs, there’s some food and drink in the fridge. I didn’t get time to eat everything I bought at the store yesterday.”

  “Why you son of a bitch,” I said, pulling on the cuffs.

  “Nope, female bears are not called bitches. He walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek and slapped by ass. Before I could say a thing, he ran out of the room. I heard the front door slamming shut and then a car driving away. I pulled on the cuffs, still feeling his hand on my ass and thinking how much I’d enjoyed that too.

  My career was going to be over before it had even begun. I’d studied hard, passed all the tests but how was I going to explain letting him slip through my fingers. That was if I even got out of my own cuffs.

  My bag, if I could reach it I could get my phone and call for help. Who was I going to call to get me out of this embarrassing mess? Whoever came in here was going to see me naked. I knew I’d have to call the one person who’d already seen me like that when she’d changed my diapers and bathed me, my mom. I know she was going to give me a lecture about what I’d done but right now she was my only hope of getting out of this and me keeping what little was left of my dignity.

  I stretched my leg out as far as I could but winced because my pussy was already beginning to hurt. I slapped my foot on the shoulder strap of my bag but it was just out of reach. I stretched again and my big toe made a connection with clasp and I was able to drag it toward me.

  I winced again and not just because of the ache in my pussy, but the cuffs cut into my wrists as I slid done to reach into my bag. I pulled out the phone and pressed the button to speed dial mom.