by Casey Elliot
*****
When Reuben smelled the foreign scent of a nearby man, he was both enraged and curious. The thrill of the hint took him back to his Navy days and, once again, his mind was focused on the kill. Now, outside his cabin, he darted his eyes through the trees to see who was trespassing on his land.
"Who's there?" his voice was gruff, as he tried to discover the unknown intruder.
Then, he saw the top of a large hat peek through the brambles followed by the police uniform. It had been a long while since his people had seen a law enforcement officer, but he knew what they wanted. The police had long persecuted anyone on this land with an acute ability, and this cop was here to chase down Reuben, or so he thought.
He gave the man only a few seconds of warning, as he sped at him and lunged on top of his body.
"No! Please!" Wilkins yelled. "I'm looking for the-"
But, it was too late. Reuben was no longer in the forest. He was back at war with his memories leading the fight. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was certain he heard artillery fire and the frantic yelling of his squadron. And so, with the fire of war raging in him, he punched Wilkins hard in the mouth before he got his chance to explain why he was there. Reuben meanwhile, shook his head to rid the delusion, and slowly, he brought himself back to reality. He was filled with anger at someone being on his property and he bore his teeth one last time. Didn't those damn townsfolk know the rumors?
"You should know better than to be meddling around up here?" Reuben seethed as he stood up, leaving the deputy in the mud.
Wilkins looked up and wasn't sure what he was seeing. He was certain the man in front of him was changing shape, but then he thought it was a trick of his mind or the sun was in his eyes.
"What the-?" he muttered under his breath, as he watched the bear come into view. Large and overpowering, it sat on him hard and crushed his ribcage with its tremendous weight.
Wilkins tried to gasp for air, but it was almost impossible. However, his death came quick, as Reuben reached out a paw and cut through his chest in one thorough swoop. Wilkins’ head lolled to the side, as his body went limp.
A scream came from behind and Reuben spun round in time to see Rochelle standing by the front door. Her hands were clutching the side of her head in horror.
"What's happening?" she screamed, as she saw the bear shift into a human form once again.
She looked at the body on the ground and screamed when she saw the blood that was running from the open flesh and mingling with the mud. For a second, she tried to glimpse who the poor victim was, but through her tears and the wounds, she couldn't make out a face or a distinct figure. Clenching her eyelids shut, she ran back into the cabin and closed the door.
Reuben had wished she'd not seen a thing and, as he pushed his way into his home, he felt like a monster.
"Shell?" he called, but got no reply. "Hello? Rochelle?" he called again.
There was nothing but silence filling the air.
"Rochelle?" he cried once last time in despair.
Then, a creak sounded from somewhere upstairs and he recognized the sound as the squeak of his bed. He smirked at the thought of her up there. What are you doing you little devil? He laughed internally. As he climbed the stairs, he heard the sound of her quick footsteps as they hurried across the landing, then down the hall into one of the other bedrooms.
"Are you trying to run away from me?"
He could smell her now with her rich, female scent and her fruity perfume. Following his nose, he tracked her to the very end of the hall and found that the door to one of the spare rooms was open.
"I know where you are. I'm getting pretty tired of this game," he pretended to huff despite him having fun.
Pushing open the door, he noticed her smell was even stronger. He took in a deep lungful and inhaled her pheromones, but there was something else too, and he soon realized it was fear.
As he looked around the room, he saw it was empty, but that simply couldn't be. With nowhere else to look, he popped his head around the door and saw her sitting there with tears in her eyes and her hands over her face.
"I've found you," his voice was arrogant and aloof.
She pulled her fingers away from her eyes and looked up to him like a lost child.
"You're a brute as well," she cried. "I saw what you did! You’re a beast, you're an absolute monster!"
"I'm no such thing," Reuben reasoned. "I was merely protecting the land."
A great and silent pain hung in the air, as Rochelle found herself in an impossible situation. She had nowhere to go and was now feeling emotionally tethered to the man that stood before her. His eyes were glistening with both power and arousal, and his body was large and strong. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him or her thoughts away from how perfect he was. It wasn't long until she found herself reaching out her arms just to feel him comfort her.
He picked her up eagerly and felt the warmth of her body against him. As he felt her stomach touch his, he imagined it hard and swollen with his seed inside of her. Something about the thought made him impossibly aroused and, in the moment, he wanted to push a baby inside of her as quickly as he could. Kissing her hard, he explored her mouth with his tongue and ran his strong fingers over his stomach.
"I want you so much,” he said, as he felt himself become hard. “I want to put a child in you; have a part of me with you forever.”
"I want that too!" Rochelle spoke dreamily, as if she was under a spell.
At that very second, she felt as though every problem that ever existed simply dissolved, and all she had was the touch of his body and the spark between them. She would have done anything to make him happy; would have given the world just to belong to him.
“Put a baby in me,” she said with such emotion, it sounded as though she was on the brink of tears.
She reached up and kissed him hard with her nails digging into his back, as she pulled him closer, desperate to feel every part of him. They tugged and pulled at one another until their lips were sore and their breath was being squeezed from inside them.
"Hold me tighter. Kiss me harder," Rochelle pulled at his hair.
Without having to be told twice, Reuben picked up her small body and pushed her down onto the bed with her legs spreading as soon as she lay down. Lying on top of her, he could feel how frail and fragile her small frame was and he was scared of hurting her. She could see the way he was unsure of himself and looked up to him with those wide eyes he had gotten so fond of.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"You're so small," he breathed. "I'm scared I'll be too rough,"
"I want it rough," she smiled and flicked the hair from her face with a deft twiddle.
She could already see his hardness, as it protruded from his pants and she caressed the bump on his crotch. His breath came heavier with his cheeks burning red. He liked what he was feeling and he wasn't scared to show it. He became harder under her touch and grunted as she rubbed her hand up and down.
"Oh God, you got me so hot so soon," he reached out a hand and caressed her face before brushing her hair behind her ear.
He bent down to kiss her softly, and then let his hands explore more of her body. His strong fingers ran the length of her and she writhed under his hands, feeling wetter the further down he moved.
"I can't wait to see you naked," he said, as he opened up her shirt to reveal her milky, white breasts.
Brushing his lips over her stiff, pink nipples, he reveled in their hardness and licked them hungrily. Sucking on her breasts hard, he gripped them with his hands until the flesh was pink between his fingers.
Hurrying to pull off her jeans, he tore them from her body and finally, he could see the treasure that was her plump and wet pussy. A few wisps of blonde hair were on top of her mound and he stroked a finger down delicately until he reached her clitoris. It was slick to the touch and swollen when he pushed down on it. Rochelle moaned loudly, as she felt herself grow hot and she opene
d her legs up wider to feel more of him.
"You want me inside you?" he asked, as he unzipped his pants. “Are you ready for it?”
She said nothing, but nodded eagerly with a finger in the corner of her mouth. Pulling off the last of his clothes, he rested on the edge of the bed with his penis in his hand. For a minute, he stroked its long length while looking over every inch of her body.
"Touch yourself," he ordered while picking up her hand and placing it between her legs.
She'd never done anything so naughty before, but as she eased into the pleasure, she soon lost all inhibitions.
Rubbing herself into a frenzy, she felt the rush of an orgasm approach, but as Reuben noticed how horny she was, he stopped her. Pulling her hand away, he watched as her body trembled on the brink of climax.
"Not yet," he bit his lip as he tried to control himself. "I want us to cum together."
He leaned down to nuzzle into her neck.
"Are you ready for me?"
"Yes," she whispered, as she pulled at his hair.
When his tip entered her, she gasped. Its girth was wide and she'd never felt so full before, and then he pushed in further. She screamed as he hit her “g” spot and held her tight. Yet, as easy as it would have been for him to hold her down and have his way, he moved as slowly as he could with their hips rocking back and forth in unison.
"Oh God," she screamed, as she flung her head back. "I'm so close already."
Reuben, sensing that she wouldn't last much longer, held onto her jaw tight and looked deep into her eyes.
"Do you want to feel a pleasure only the best of us get to experience?"
It seemed like such a peculiar question, but she couldn't say no to the man above her because she was intoxicated by him, so utterly drunk on the feeling of being loved by him.
"Yes," she nodded. "I want whatever you'll give me."
As they both felt the quickening of their orgasms, they held each other tighter; their sweat sticking to each other's bodies.
"You'll become one of us," he whispered, as his thighs began to shake.
As the two of them groaned in ecstasy as they came, Reuben bit down on Rochelle's pale breast. Then, their bodies were shaking in the sheer pleasure of sexual release, as the young girl screamed with her legs tightening around his waist.
With the orgasm rushing through her body, it wasn't long until she felt something else. The pain from Reuben's bite was excruciating and she gripped her eyes shut as she withstood the terrible ache. But soon, the pain turned to intense pleasure, as something else took hold of her body, power.
She was as strong as the man inside her. She felt the incredible strength that invaded her body, as she felt herself become pregnant. She gasped as she sensed herself transform into a beast, and her eyes were burning bright with the bloodlust of the be
*****
Sheriff Redshaw was clambering through the trees with his radio in one hand and his gun in the other. He knew something was wrong when he found the deputy's car beside Rochelle's with no sign of either of them. However, there was ample evidence that they'd both climbed into the forest, although Redshaw couldn't fathom a single idea why.
He'd been walking for hours and was exhausted. As he lost all hope and was ready to turn back, he suddenly noticed an open clearing of grass, as though he'd stumbled across someone’s garden. Then, he saw something that made his blood run cold. Deputy Wilkin's body lay amongst the brambles with his blood covering the surrounding area.
Redshaw had to suppress the nausea inside him as he covered his mouth. Cocking his gun, he made sure it was in prime position to shoot, but nothing could prepare him for what was about to happen. The bear appeared out of nowhere and swiped the gun from his hand. It roared so loudly it felt like his ears were blistering and he stumbled backward to escape. Falling on his behind, he looked up to the beast that now seemed even bigger and he knew he didn't have long until it devoured him.
Yet, it seemed to hesitate for a moment, as it looked down at him. There was a look in its eyes that was so familiar, but he couldn't think why. Then, as the bear gathered its strength, it leaned back on its hind legs and readied itself for attack.
Redshaw held his breath as he waited for death; his heart racing and his mouth dry. He prayed the bear wouldn’t hurt him, but as he opened his eyes, he saw the look of his daughter in the bear’s eyes and thought he was going crazy. But, he didn’t have time to gather his thoughts because the next thing he felt was the intolerable pain of a paw pummeling the side of his head.
Meanwhile, Reuben was inside the cabin watching from a distance. He was smoothing back his disheveled hair and watching his protégé with pride.
“Good girl,” he looked on with glee. “You’re one of us now.”
The End…
Bonus - Mated by the Bear
*****
I kicked my bike up a gear and reveled in the smooth purring of the engine, as I raced down the highway. Nothing could get me here—not the idiotic decisions of my pack, not the creeping sense of dread that had begun to tinge my days, nothing. There was only me and the road, and the rumbling beast between my legs that promised everything would work out in the end.
I wanted to go somewhere where nobody knew who I was. The last thing I needed was a show of deference to my authority when all I wanted to do was pretend that I didn't have any authority at all. I wanted to be a nobody, a drifter, and I knew just the spot.
Cranville was two hours outside of Bellacourt, and a million miles away from shifter life. There hadn't been a shifter living within twenty miles of this city for some time. So, I would make it my haven.
The bar that I pulled up to, Harrington's, was starting to get busy already. Bikes lined the pavement outside, and I slotted mine in between two Harleys that begged to be ridden; neither was as sweet as mine.
I was thirsty for more than just the long ride. I thirsted for the sense of freedom that I got on my bike, but at all times. I wanted to be free of the constraints put on me by my own god damn society, but I wasn't thinking of that. I was a drifter now. I had no worries.
The seats at the bar were all taken by gruff bikers with long, scraggly beards and beer bellies that tugged at the front of their leather jackets. That didn't surprise me. While Cranville was a small town, the biker population was considerably high in comparison to the regular people.
I peered around for somewhere else to sit. It didn't matter where; I just wanted a cold beer and to watch the hours go by without someone bugging me about petty pack problems.
My eyes glued to a girl sitting near the back, her eyes on her phone, and a strained expression on her face. She was by herself, a barely touched beer sitting in front of her. Her auburn hair and blue eyes pulled me closer, but the freckles that dotted her nose were what really sealed the deal. She was gorgeous, and all dolled up to boot. There may as well have been a sign over her head reading "Nick, this way."
I slid into the seat across from her, and her face tilted up at me in surprise.
"Jason?" she asked, though I could tell she already knew that wasn't the case. Her expression went from surprised to confused to appreciative. Whomever she had been expecting, I was clearly a better deal.
"Nick," I corrected. "I don't think Jason's coming."
Her sigh told me I'd been correct in my assumption. She'd been stood up.
"That obvious, huh?" she asked, bearing a caustic smile.
I shook my head. "Lucky guess."
A waitress came over before she could say anything else, and I ordered a beer and a plate of nachos.
"Please, make yourself at home," the girl said sarcastically when the waitress had left.
I smiled at her, trying my best to seem less intimidating than I knew I looked in my leather and stubble. "I'm not just going to leave a beautiful girl by herself when she's come all this way to meet someone," I said. "And, I'm hungry." I winked. "We can share."
She blushed and looked down at her beer, raising it t
o her mouth to take a sip. "I'm Juliana," she said once she had placed it back down.
"I'm Nick."
The waitress brought my beer over, and I clinked glasses with Juliana. She had a little round face and long lashes, giving the appearance of innocence. I could tell though, from the way she drew her eyes rakishly across me that she was no stranger to the body of a man. Good. I liked my girls experienced.
A small voice in me told me that I shouldn't be doing this, that I had obligations to my pack, but I didn't listen. I was a drifter, nothing more.
Juliana
While initially, I'd been a bit shell-shocked that a guy as gorgeous as Nick had just plopped himself across from me and started a conversation, I began to warm up to him as soon as I realized that Jason really wasn't coming. Not to mention that Nick was a considerable upgrade.
With his brown hair, dark eyes, and five o'clock shadow, he fit the tall, dark, and handsome stereotype to a tee. The scar that ran along the lower side of his jaw, and that I could only see when he tilted his head back to drink, made him look dangerous.
All in all, he was every girl's wet dream, and hell, if I'd walk away from that.
I was still a bit apprehensive, of course. I was an accountant; I didn't take risks. But, if I told myself in advance that it would be a one night thing, then there was no risk, right? And, I was frustrated that I'd been stood up. That was just plain rude.
Nick was charming as well. He had an aura that demanded attention, and I was more than happy to be attentive to him.
"So," he said. "You don't seem to fit the general vibe of the place." He gestured at my skinny jeans and floral tank top. "What's got you in a rough and tough biker bar?"