Black Bear Buns: A BBW Bear Shifter Menage Paranormal Romance Novella (The Twelve Dancing Bears Book 3)

by Sable Sylvan

  “Oh yeah,” said Liam. “Lick it like this.” Liam licked a long straight line on Nick’s cock.

  “You call that a dick sucking? I’ll show you a dick sucking,” said Nick. He got up and Liam lay back against the wall while Nick stroked his balls and sucked the head of his shaft.

  “Those cocks are nice and wet now, aren’t they,” asked Ann.

  “Not as wet as you,” said Nick. “Let’s get that dress off of you and get you in this bed. I can’t take being teased any longer.”

  Liam unzipped the dress, and Nick threw it aside, and the reverse happened with her pantyhose, leaving her in a bra and panties that they couldn’t help but literally tear off of her.

  Naked. Wet. Wanting. Those three words described the three people in the hotel room. All three people knew what was going to happen, the only question was, who would get inside Ann first?

  Nick was on Ann’s right while Liam was on her left. As Liam caressed Ann’s shoulders, Nick’s hands made their way down Ann’s thighs.

  “So, Ann,” whispered Liam. “Who do you want first? Do you want the romantic, sensitive soul…”

  “Or the man who’ll do you like it’s his last day on earth?” asked Nick.

  “I want you both, at the same time,” said Ann.

  “Ann…are you sure?” asked Liam.

  “More sure than I’ve ever been of anything in my life,” said Ann. “Both of you, in me, now.”

  “Hold on there,” said Nick. “Are you sure you can handle both of us inside you at the same time?”

  “Yeah, it is your first time,” said Liam. “Don’t you want it to be a little bit more, oh…traditional? With us going slow and steady and showing you some moves?”

  “I’ve waited this long to lose my virginity, this long to have a ménage,” said Ann. “There’s abso-frikkin’-lutely nothing ‘traditional’ about our situation, so why start being traditional now? Don’t make me wait for you two any longer than I already have…and don’t you dare keep me waiting. I want one of you down there, and one of you…up here.”

  Ann used her index finger to trace a line around her lips while turning to get on her hands and knees, her face towards Liam’s lap. He scooted up the bed to position himself for her, leaning against the headboard, and Ann crawled towards him while Nick got off the bed so he could get behind Ann.

  As great as Ann looked from the front in fancy clothes, she looked even better naked from behind. Nick could scent out her arousal and her petals were already glossy with desire. He pressed the very tip of his bell end against her slit and parted her lower lips, which made her upper lips part and let out a moan, a moan that was quickly shut up by Ann stuffing her mouth with Liam’s fat cock.

  This wasn’t how Ann had imagine getting her cherry popped. There weren’t rose petals on the bed. This wasn’t candlelight.

  There also wasn’t awkward fumbling with somebody who had no frikkin’ clue what they were doing.

  This beat out her old fantasy by a country mile.

  “Let me know if I’m hurting you,” said Nick, pressing the tip against her entrance. “I’ll go slow.”

  “You think I’ve never had anything in there?” asked Ann. “Trust me. I’ve got a toy chest of my own, and it’s not as impressive as the one at Bear Buns, but…let’s just say I’ve taken dick before, a big one, albeit one made of silicone.”

  “This is gonna be a lot better than silicone,” promised Nick, and with that, he slid in.

  It didn’t hurt. At first, Ann felt a feeling of fullness, like she did when she used her toys. But then, she felt the texture. Real dick had a nice firm core but it also had a squishy outer layer, and the skin was velvety soft, with veins she could feel pulsating in her body.

  But what really sealed the deal, and ruined fake dongs for Ann forever?

  When Nick twitched his cock inside of her, hard.

  “Did you just…” said Ann, taking her mouth off of Liam’s cock.

  “That’s right. No hands, baby,” said Nick.

  Ann looked back. Nick put his hands behind his head and without moving the rest of his body, moved his cock back and forth, up and down, left in right, and in circles, both ways. It was unlike anything Ann had ever felt before.

  “Amateur,” said Liam.

  “What was that?” asked Ann. “Somebody jealous? Prove you’ve got the skills to be talking that kind of smack.”

  “Oh, I will,” said Liam. Liam got up off the bed and positioned himself behind Ann and when Nick pulled out, Liam slid right in.

  “Hold on tight, because you’re in for a ride,” said Nick. “Even I can admit…that guy? He knows what he’s doing.”

  Before Ann realized it, she was no longer on her hands and knees! She was on her back, in missionary position beneath Liam, who was on top of her, and moving his cock inside of her in ways that were altogether different than what Nick had done, in that the motions were more complex.

  “What the heck are you doing, Liam?” asked Ann when she caught her breath.

  “Just spelling out words with my cock, writing your pussy a love letter using the only quill I’ve got,” said Liam.

  “No frikkin’ way,” said Ann. She turned. Nick was next to her and she could reach for his cock and stroke it. His shaft was slick with her own juices.

  “Trust me, he is,” said Nick. “It used to be part of our show. He’d put paint on the tip of his cock and paint on a canvas. Ladies went nuts.”

  “Speaking of nuts…wanna see something?” asked Liam. “A real nut?”

  “Already?” asked Ann.

  “It’s not premature…I can pretty much cum on command,” said Liam. “It’s a great parlor trick, and I have a feeling that you and Nick are ready to cum too. Tell me I’m wrong.”

  Nick smiled and Ann said, “You’re right, Liam. Please…make me cum.”

  “Well…” started Liam. “You did say please.”

  With that, Liam let the cum loose, out of his balls, and willed as much of the hot white fluid out as he could, hoping it’d make a difference. It must’ve, because his load was positively massive and as soon as he started cumming, it nearly had Ann filled to the brim and it was streaming out of her pussy, back down onto his balls where the cum had just been a few seconds before.

  As Liam shot his load into her, the ball of sexual tension building up in Ann’s body burst, and her petals exploded around Liam, pulling him and pressing on him from all sides, while she moaned while stroking Nick’s cock. Nick, watching Ann in the throes of ecstasy, couldn’t hold back his own load any longer, and he pulled out of her hands. He moved to the other side of her body, and Liam moved aside so that Nick could press his cock into Ann’s honeypot, while Liam was still cumming. Nick came the moment his cock touched her entrance again, and he and Liam took turns dipping back and forth into Ann’s honeypot, so she couldn’t tell where or when of the strippers ended and the other began. Ann had never felt a feeling of just utmost correctness in her life, insomuch as she felt that where she was, who she was with, and what she was doing was just…right. This was more than pleasure. This was joy.

  As all three came at once, something magical happened, something that seemed like it was right out of a fairy tale. The mate marks on the bear shifters’ chests? They started…to glow.

  The glow started at the center of the marks, over the werebear’s hearts. The glow expanded to the edges of each mate mark, as bright as incandescent light bulb.

  Nick’s mate mark glowed a brilliant white that was such a bright shade of white that it didn’t even look creamy yellow or pink like his skin. The red design in the center glowed bright red, like a homing beacon.

  Liam’s mark glowed, but only the flower glowed, the red petals glowing in waves radiating from the center of the flower, as if they were blooming, with the yellow pistil pulsating, with waves radiating from the outside of the mark towards the inside of the mark, as if fate was trying to tell them all something very, very important.

 
As the mate mark glow faded away, Nick pulled out, and Liam lay back on the bed with Ann.

  “That was intense,” said Ann.

  “You’re telling us,” said Nick. “We’ve never seen anything like it. At least we now all know for sure…we’re a triad. This is fated. We’re meant to be. That’s fate telling us that yes, this is true love.”

  “Well…this calls for a celebration,” said Liam.

  “Sushi? Burgers?” asked Nick.

  “Drinks,” said Ann. “Know any good places around here?”

  “A ton,” said Nick.

  The triad got changed into fresh clothes and before they left, Nick’s ears pricked up. He heard something suspicious. He went to go check the door. He looked through the pinhole. Outside were some figures in button down shirts with phones and…cameras.

  “Shit,” said Nick.

  “What was that?” asked Ann.

  “Liam…they’re here,” said Nick.

  “Who’s here? What’s going on?” asked Ann.

  “Reporters,” said Nick.

  “Shit,” said Liam. “Ann…follow our lead. We’re going to go directly from the room to the elevator to a car outside, a limo. I’m ordering one that will be here in under five minutes. Don’t look at anyone, don’t talk to anyone.”

  “Tell me what’s happening,” demanded Ann.

  “In the limo,” said Nick. “Trust us. Please.”

  “Fine,” conceded Ann.

  Nick went out first, followed by Ann, followed by Liam, the two bear shifters sandwiching their fated mate in order to protect her. The men outside the room followed the trio.

  “Mr. Asher! A word for the Seattle Busybody?” asked one reporter.

  “Mr. Dixon! Can you confirm or deny rumors that you and your cousin were involved in an altercation today?” asked the other reporter.

  Cousins? Ann didn’t turn to ask the reporter what he meant…but she felt her stomach churn. How the heck could Liam and Nick be cousins? And why were these reporters so interested in them? Those names…’Asher’…’Dixon’…they seemed so familiar, but why?

  And worst of all, why did Ann have a feeling that the perfect fairy tales that had been spun for her…was coming undone at the seams?

  Chapter Ten

  “Cousins?” said Ann as soon as they got into the limo. “Cousins?!”

  “Ann, let us explain,” said Liam.

  “Explain what?” said Ann. “Cousins? That’s gross. Why would you both pursue me if you’re related?

  ‘“It’s not like that,” said Nick.

  “It sounds a whole lot like it is like that, given neither of you are denying that you’re related,” said Ann. “Look me in the eyes. Are you or are you not cousins?”

  Liam sighed. “Yes. We’re cousins,” said Liam, rubbing his temples. “It’s more complicated than that.”

  “I don’t possibly see how it could be more complicated,” said Ann.

  “We’re not cousins by blood,” said Nick. “My last name’s Asher.”

  “My last name’s Dixon,” explained Liam.

  “Asher…Dixon…” started Ann. “You mean…”

  “Yeah,” said Nick with a sigh. “Like Asher-Dixon Lumber.”

  “That’s the biggest lumber company in the Pacific Northwest,” said Ann.

  “Try America,” said Liam. “Especially now that all our cousins, who mostly work as execs at the Seattle headquarters, have found their fated mates, so they’re killing it in the bedroom and in the boardroom. Happy wife…happy life.”

  “This doesn’t frikkin’ add up,” said Ann. “You two are frikkin’ strippers. Why on earth would two men from the most eligible family in the Pacific Northwest be stripping?”

  “We’re…soultwins,” said Liam.

  “What the heck are soultwins?” asked Ann. “I thought you two were supposed to be convincing me that you’re not related.”

  “Haven’t you ever wondered how people know that they’re meant to be in a ménage?” asked Nick.

  “You know I have, that’s why I’ve asked you two about it,” said Ann. “But I never got a straight answer.”

  “We were trying to figure out the right time to tell you,” said Liam.

  “The right time to tell me you two are cousins or twins or whatever?” asked Ann.

  “We’re cousins by marriage,” said Liam. “We’re soultwins, not real twins. Soultwins are meant to share a fated mate. Their souls are ‘twins’, and will find the same fated mate. They’re born on the same day, usually, or have the same mate mark, or there’s something else connecting them. Heck, there are even soul triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets, sextuplets, and septuplets out there. While Nick and I don’t have the same mate mark, both are about you, and we never could figure out what the matemarks meant until we met you. We were born on the same day, at the same time down to the minute, in separate states, and our families knew and were afraid this would happen.”

  “And so what did your families do about it?” asked Ann.

  “We were cast out,” said Nick. “We’re estranged from our parents. While we are still close to the rest of our family, our parents have never come around. They were hoping that this would just be a phase, but when they realized that Liam and I had figured out we were soul twins, they told us we needed to get serious, that no woman would accept us as a pair, that we weren’t soul twins, that it was just coincidence…”

  “And we told them it was fate,” said Liam. “We haven’t seen them since we were eighteen and we got our marks. They paid for college, heck, they gave us each a part of our inheritance early to start us off right at age twenty-one, as is tradition…”

  “But we found a new family, the Bear Buns family,” said Nick. “We saw an opportunity. We don’t strip for the money. We strip for love, true love. We strip for fate, for finding our fated mate.”

  “The money helps, though, doesn’t it?” said Ann smarmily.

  Nick looked at Liam and Liam said, “No secrets, right?”

  “We were both given a portion of our inheritance and that inheritance, we didn’t spend, not even a dime,” said Nick. “With proper management? It’s been able to sustain us and our lifestyles.”

  “Big deal, you got a few thousand bucks and get interest off it, surely, not enough to pay for everything,” said Ann.

  “It’s more than a few thousand bucks,” said Liam. “No secrets, right?”

  “More than a few thousand? What, a few hundred thousand?” asked Ann.

  “Higher,” said Nick.

  “What…a million?” asked Ann. “No frikkin’ way.”

  “Higher,” said Liam.

  “A few million?” asked Ann. “A few…hundred million?”

  “More,” said Nick.

  “No,” said Ann. “There’s no way.”

  “We were each gifted a billion dollars, no strings attached,” said Liam. “We have financial advisors through family connections, and our fortunes have grown…significantly. Any children we have will never have to work a day in their life. Heck, their great grandchildren won’t, with proper management of the fortune.”

  “B…billionaire bear shifter cousins…who are soultwins, and male strippers,” said Ann. “This is too much. I went to Bear Buns that night to have a much-deserved break, not…not to have extra drama in my life, and certainly not to fall in love.”

  “Love?” asked Liam, not sure he’d heard her admit what he’d thought he’d heard her admit out loud.

  The limo came to a halt and Ann got out. Liam and Nick got out and followed after Ann.

  “Wait!” shouted Liam.

  Ann turned to face Nick and Liam. “I’m done waiting for the drama and the nonstop flow of secrets to stop,” said Ann. “I’ve got three kids back at my house that need their mom. I can’t have more drama in my life. Not now. Not ever. Maybe if things go back to being normal, maybe if the secrets and the lies stop…maybe then I’ll contact you. But until then? I’m done with this, with dating…wit
h true love, and with fate and her messed up sense of humor. I’m out. I’m going home.”

  Ann waved down a cab. Nick started to walk towards her but Liam grabbed him.

  “Don’t stand in my way, cousin,” said Nick.

  Liam pressed his hand against Nick’s chest, hard. “Don’t push her further away. Don’t you frikkin’ dare,”

  “Or what?” asked Nick, feeling the bear inside awaken. His eyes flashed a brilliant shade of green.

  “Or I’ll take you down,” said Liam, his eyes flashing blue.

  “Don’t make threats you won’t follow through with,” said Nick.

  “I might not follow through…but my bear’s got a different idea,” said Liam. He pushed harder against Nick and turned.

  In a split second, Liam had turned Nick towards a brick wall. As soon as Nick’s back hit the wall, the bear burst out. The designer suit burst into shreds and fell apart. The luxury watch on his wrist? The band came apart, each link hitting the ground with a clink, before the expensive watch face and machinery hit the ground and cracked, the product of decades of Swiss engineering destroyed in an instant. His shoes? Destroyed. Socks? Busted. Tie? Shredded.

  But Nick wasn’t naked. He was covered in deep inky fur, jet black that signaled one thing and one thing only: the bear was out and it was large, in charge, and ready to cause a damn scene.

  Liam wasn’t about to let Nick have all the fun. He couldn’t stop his bear from coming out if he tried. While Nick had better control over his bear because he let it take control of his body even in his human form, Liam’s bear was thoroughly separate from his human form and in exchange? It took full control of his body when he was in his shift…which meant Liam wasn’t there to hold back.

  Liam lunged at Nick at the same time as Nick lunged at Liam and the two beasts hit each other, hard, before hitting the hard concrete sidewalk. Pedestrians had time to step aside…but some stuck around to watch the show. What was going on between Liam and Nick was no show, as much as it resembled the fake fights they put on at Bear Buns. This was a real fight…and the only question was, who would give up first, Nick or Liam?

  Nick lunged at Liam. The bear’s rage had been built up over the past few weeks. Who was Liam to keep him from pursuing Ann hard and fast? If they’d claimed her faster, they’d have had time to explain before she left them, likely for good…