by Ava Hunt
“Last chance, Rue.”
Rue for a moment, almost uttered the words, but something inside of her rebelled to the his assumption and maybe even secretly wanted him to take her like this. She was crouched down in a stock, her ass open and ready for his entry. The fake cock and fingers fucking her hole and strumming her clit were numbing her senses.
“Stick it.”
Micah’s cock twitched and he was unable to wipe the smirk off of his face at her answer. She was such a strong-willed individual. She was not impossible to break, but so fierce in it, the desire was not as high. He settled his cock against her tight hole and he was surprised that instead of backing up, Rue pushed back against him.
His cock squeezed into the impossible hole. The rest of the head, pushed through in a rush and left the girl panting and rubbing her ass back harder.
“All of it Micah, every last inch," she all but whispered.
The man’s head jerked up and he couldn’t believe what he was hearing from her mouth. He was silently thankful that he had not gagged her as he had originally planned. Her sassy words made it better, like a wild stallion circling in a pen. He needed to dominate her, to make her his. His hand holding the rabbit turned the ears on higher and watched her back arch just the way he wanted it.
“As you wish.”
Micah plunged forward, balls deep in the tightest ass he had ever felt. Rue screamed at the sudden intrusion, her ass collapsing around his intruding staff. She cursed as he throbbed and twitched in its new tight confines. Rue felt ripped in two. The bulge of the cock she had loved so much, had now opened her wide.
The man looked down at the view, only half an inch of his cock was visible from above. His hand worked the large vibrator in and out of her wet pussy. She was coming against him as he stalled in her ass. As the woman reverberated against the man, he had to shut his eyes to focus on not losing it again too soon. He wanted to cherish the moment as long as possible.
As her body moved, she moved back against him. He pulled out till just the tip remained and then crammed back inside of her. As he stilled inside of her again, he worked the rabbit in and out of her wetness. He pulled the toy out to watch the clear liquid hit the floor underneath her. She cried out and starting humping him into her ass.
The pain laced well with the intense pleasure of the triple stimulation. Rue’s body felt energized and she became blinded with lust. Each time Micah plunged inside of her bowels, the woman felt a tiny combustion in her body. The rabbit in her pussy rubbed against the cock jabbing a few inches with each time she back her ass up against it. She whined from being incapable of slamming him in harder.
Micah stopped deep in her bowels again. His starting and stopping was driving the woman mad. Even as she was coming from the vaginal penetration, she knew there was a deeper, more fulfilling possibility in the depths of her ass.
“I want to feel you in my ass without the toy," she whispered almost hoarse.
Micah obliged her by ripping it out and turning it off before he tossed it to the side. His hands grabbed each side of her waist and ram back into her. He paused before he pulled out and repeated the motion.
“Faster Micah, I want you. You say it is yours, take it.”
The man pulled out and the woman objected loudly. She was surprised when he came to her side and unlocked the stocks that she had somehow grown accustomed to. He didn’t not answer her question of what he was doing, but yanked her down onto the ground. She rested on her back, as he moved in between her sprawled out legs. His dick pressed against her closed ass and he pushed in with all his might. He watched as the woman shut her eyes tight and screamed.
“I want to see your face.”
“Fuck!”
Her eyes opened and held his pure onyx depths. He pulled out and pressed back in a couple more times with his hands at her waist. Wanting more he pushed his upper body over until it covered hers. Fingers wrapped around her slim neck as he pressed down on her throat with his hands. Her eyes held fear, but he did not give her body time to feel it.
Micah began to slam deep inside of her ass, his pelvis grinding against her inflamed slit. She grunted with each breath-taking thrust inside. His fingers pressed hard on her neck, blocking most of her air, leaving her struggling for each intake. His cock pistoned inside of her harder and harder. Her whole body rocked and her face started to turn a little red.
“Come on baby, come all over this cock or I am never going to stop.”
Rue’s pussy convulsed around the man’s plunging cock. His hand released her neck and her lungs filled with air. The oxygen overload made her feel almost weight less and intensified the steady ramming of Micah’s fat cock. He pulled back from over her and grabbed her thighs, hauling her body closer to him.
“Touch yourself, rub that clit, Rue.”
Her hands went to her core on their own volition. As soon as she touched herself, her orgasm intensified and she was left thrashing beneath him. His hand had her pinned and his view was just too much for him. He howled out her name as he blasted her insides, cum shooting deep within her bowels. He let go of her thighs and they sprawled open. His hand came crashing down with several hard slaps to her drowning slit.
“Who do you belong to?”
Rue’s eyes flew open, his hand coming down again and again against her.
"You, Micah, I belong only to you." She whispered.
Chapter Seven
Rue fingered the leather collar that wrapped around her neck. She smiled broadly, knowing how much this meant to Micah and how close they'd become. She didn't want to replace Jade's memory, only be allowed to make new memories with him.
Micah came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Rue.
"Rue, can we see about you quitting that job you never go to anymore?"
She laughed at him, "Yes, pretty sure that job isn't there anymore after the last call in."
"Good, I'd much prefer you to stay here at the house with me full time."
"And why is that Micah?" She wanted to here him tell her she was needed or wanted, something vocal even though his actions already told her.
"Because I love you Rue. Always."
Deep within him, his bear roared approval.
The End
Bound to Bear
One woman who stops being a victim...
Brooke Kleinfeld has had enough of the abuse at the hands of her boyfriend. After a particularly rough public scene, she vows to sever ties.
One man who only wants to protect her...
Alexander Mayweather witnesses the event and quickly resorts to releasing his bear shifter side to hunt down the offender. In those tender moments he held her, he knew she was meant for him.
One life to learn about living unafraid...
Will Brooke learn that not all men want to hurt her? Will Alexander be taught that being a bear shifter isn't the curse he thinks it is?
*This standalone novella was formerly "Heart Laid Bear" written under the pen name Terra Wolf. It has a happily ever after ending. It is intended for mature readers and features explicit scenes and language
There is a trigger warning for domestic violence*
Chapter One
Neighbors had already called them twice to complain about the yelling, threatening to call the authorities if they didn't quiet down. Brooke had heard it more times than she could count. Something about Ian just made him terminally unhappy about everything, no matter how good his life was. Today had been no exception.
"I know and I'm sorry Mrs. Feinstein, I swear we'll keep it down and thank you for calling. Yes, I'll see you at the community food share next week. Appreciate it!" Brooke said into the receiver of the last call, trying to sound upbeat and cheerful but dreading the rest of the evening.
"Ian, we've got to keep it down we can't afford the police to visit again. Why don't we go out to eat and just try to have a good time? Alright? Can we do that?" I asked him, trying to alleviate whatever tension the house held.
"Alright, but I'm not sure that it'll help," he mumbled as he went to get dressed.
"I know it won't but at least we won't be here," Brooke said under her breath. She knew she needed to break up with him, but she'd been with him for seven years. Seven long years of being not good enough no matter how much she tried, never doing or saying the right thing, and never being able to make Ian happy. The only reason that she was still with him was her fear of being alone.
She'd met Ian when she’d been just fifteen and he’d been twenty. Her parents had hated him from the start and had been wary of his intentions. Amazing everyone, including Brooke, Ian had never pressured her for sex until she’d turned eighteen. He had been a sweet guy in the beginning and had only turned mean and resentful after the first year of them living together when she had been nineteen. Convinced that no one else would love her, Brooke had stayed. Stayed through the 3 AM mystery calls from cell numbers she didn't recognize and stayed through the yelling and screaming that cut her like knives.
However, this time, for the first time since she'd met Ian, she started to wonder how life might be without him. Started picturing a life where she wasn't weighted down by negativity and resentment. Still fearful of the outcome, she vowed to tell him tonight at dinner that they'd just be better off apart. She'd pack a bag and leave after they got back to the house. She had enough saved back to find some cheap rental for a few months until she got on her feet.
They made it to the restaurant and took a seat in a corner booth. At first, all was well. They made small talk, even laughed. It wasn't until Ian's third margarita that he accused Brooke of flirting with the waiter. Although she tried to assure him, he wasn't listening, creating a scene.
"Damn you, keep your eyes off my woman," Ian yelled at the poor, confused waiter.
"Sir, I assure you I'm not looking at her."
"And I'm telling you not to. I know what you're doing, trying to stick your nose in places it don't belong," Ian berated. The waiter was cringing, not knowing how to diffuse the situation.
"Sir, I'm sorry if you're upset. Please be assured that your dinner here is on the house and that I am not interested in your girlfriend. Please, enjoy the rest of your night," the waiter said as he hastily retreated to the back room.
"Damn fool thinks I'm a fool, but I'm not a fool, Brooke."
"Of course you're not, Ian. Let's just go, okay?" Brooke pleaded, trying to get him out of the restaurant before yet another scene.
They walked out the back exit, through the alleyway, and into the rear parking area. Just before they reached their car, Ian grabbed her and spun her around toward him.
"You wanted to sleep with him, didn't you? Tell me!"
"Ian, no, listen you've just had too much to drink, let's go home and forget about tonight, okay?" she said as she took small steps toward the car's passenger seat.
"No, whore, you tell me. Have you fucked him? Have you?" he screamed at her as she looked around to see if anyone was within hearing distance.
"No, Ian, I swear to you, I...." she had started saying before his hand opened up and struck the left side of her face with a force that nearly knocked her to the ground.
"I thought by dating a fat-assed girl I wouldn't have these problems, Brooke. You're making a damned fool of me, aren't you?"
"Please, honey, I swear to you..." Brooke tried to explain, but there was no listening in Ian's eyes. There were only paranoia and tequila there.
"Stop lying to me, you cheap-ass two-dollar whore," he screamed at her, his closed fist making contact with her jaw this time. He climbed into the driver's seat of his brown sedan and made his way into the open highway without her.
She laid there on the pavement of the restaurant's parking deck, marginally conscious and bleeding, vowing never to speak to or see him again. There would be no more scenes in crowded restaurants, no more having to explain that she was putting on makeup to make herself feel better, not to impress someone, and no more hoping that tomorrow would be better. Tonight, she was done.
On the far side of the same restaurant parking deck, a hooded figure had seen the entire event unfold. His rage boiled inside of him as he sensed where the man had gone. Letting out a low, guttural cry, he raced off in search of him.
Chapter Two
Alexander had just landed yet another big client. With contracts pouring in, his company had never been more fiscally sound. He had come a long way from living paycheck to paycheck in the back woods of Callier Bay. While he normally didn't go out unless he had to, tonight was one of those rare occurrences when he felt a small need to hit somewhere in the public eye.
Driving his candy-red Ferrari around the bend to the Big Dipper restaurant surely made an impression as he parked near battered Chevrolet pickup trucks and non-descript vans. While he may have had the money to fly to Paris for a quick bite to eat, he still preferred the homemade beer-battered fish and chips at the Big Dipper. Money may buy a lot of things, but sometimes you just want what you want.
He had just finished up the last big portion of trout when he heard commotion in the back of the restaurant. Someone was being loud and belligerent and the staff was trying to somehow get him out of the back exit without disturbing too many more customers. Alexander was paying when the man and his stunning date exited the back. As soon as he opened the front door and started into the night air, he could hear the yelling again, coming from the back alley. Alexander, typically one to avoid conflict, walked to the back to check on them.
It was then that he heard the woman pleading with the man that towered over her to stop, to listen, to do anything but what he was about to do. He came around the corner just in time to see the man strike the woman and speed off in his car. Running to her, he knelt beside her, stroking her hair as she tried to stay conscious, a slow blood trickle coming from the corner of her mouth.
She was a broken, but beautiful sight. Her hair was spun around her like a halo, her eyes searching for meaning. A single teardrop fell from her eye, trailing down her face and tumbling onto the pavement. Her eye was already starting to blacken and her jaw was swollen. She looked like she was trying to do something. Talk? Swallow? Something, but her mouth was only making clicking sounds as it tried to adjust to the pain.
Something in Alexander awoke that he'd kept dormant for so long. His heart seized and his breathing quickened. This was to be his partner, this was the one he was destined to meet, lying there on the ground, battered and bruised. After all the lonely years and the mismatched dinner dates, he had met his mate. He kissed her lightly on the forehead, whispering in her ear, "There, there, moonlight. I'll find you again, but I've business to deal with now."
Alexander laid her gently back down, called 911 to report her situation, and then started into the night to find the man.
Chapter Three
Each step Alexander took was faster than the last one. His body morphed in and out between bear and human, stripping off his suit in tattered rows of fabric, as fur protruded where there was once skin. Long, sharp claws extended from where his fingertips were, and his teeth elongated. By the time he was a mile out, Alexander the man was a full-on bear that chased the batterer on all fours. He stopped only every so often to get a better sense of where the man had been moments before.
After two hours covering miles of terrain both paved and wooded, Alexander found him holed up in a local dive motel, sleeping off his evening. Outside the window of Room 104, Alexander watched, waited, and slipped back into human form. He tucked into an adjacent room just long enough to find a towel to wrap around himself. He never really got over the initial embarrassment of morphing back into nakedness.
He casually knocked on the door. After a few hard raps, Alexander was greeted by the man, "Who are you and what do you want?"
"Hello, I'd like to talk to you. Can we step inside?" Alexander asked him as he flashed just enough of his inner bear to make the man stammer his response.
"Sssurre."
"I'm sorry, wher
e are my manners, I'm Alexander and you are?"
"Ian. Now, tell me what you want with me."
"Ian, it's like this. I saw your little performance back at the restaurant and would like certain assurances from you that it isn't going to happen again," Alexander said, watching Ian avert his eyes. While Ian was a strong man, a tall man, Alexander towered over him as if he was a child.