Grizzly Bear Buns: A BBW Bear Shifter Menage Paranormal Romance Novella (The Twelve Dancing Bears Book 1)

by Sable Sylvan

  “It’s rare, but, sometimes, a set of shifters learns that they have the same fated mate...and trust me, there’s often a lot of drama,” said Darla. “But The Twelve Dancing Bears are all shifter pairs that know they want to share a fated mate. Imagine having two guys at once, Katherine...because Lauren’s been so lucky to at least get to try that menage life out. Sorry those guys ended up being total clowns, Lauren.”

  “Yeah, twice the number of guys to forget to take out the trash,” joked Lauren. “You know that the last time I had anything close to resembling a relationship, it was with those tigers Chad and Thad. I know all about mate marks and fated mates...but I don’t know if I believe in them. Trust me, that menage I was in had double the fun, but double the trouble. So have any of these bears actually found true love this way?”

  “It’s funny you should mention it. Those guys we met, Dax and Lex are the two replacements for the grizzly bear shifters that just found their fated mate last month,” explained Darla. “Their poster isn’t up yet because they’re on a trial run.”

  “And you learned all this from one conversation with those guys?” asked Lauren.

  “Well, let’s just say I’ve actually...been to the Bear Buns club before,” explained Darla sheepishly. “They actually recognized me from the last time I was here!”

  “No frikkin’ way, that’s awesome,” said Lauren. “And so we’re bound to get the VIP treatment, right?”

  “Yup, they said to just give this card to someone and we’ll get set up,” said Darla, flashing the golden card that the guys had handed her. It was the trio’s personal golden ticket to the world of the Bear Buns dancers.

  Darla and Lauren took Katherine inside where Darla found somebody to take the golden ticket. They were led down the red carpeted interior of the Bear Buns club, which had a merchandise store, a standard strip club type area for smaller shows and for the off-duty dancers, and the main stage. The main stage area was packed, but they were able to get a seat in a VIP section a little ways away from the stage. The golden ticket entitled them to free food and drinks for the night, as well as the privilege of mingling with some of the dancers before the show.

  The trio left their jackets in the round booth they’d been assigned. The booth had white tufted chairs that turned as well as a large table that had a metal pole on top. There was a bar a little ways from the VIP area, and the ladies went there to get their drinks.

  A handsome lion shifter with hair to die for served them up cocktails before even checking their VIP wristbands. He had a mane of dirty blonde hair with red streaks that looked natural. He had a scar on his cheek that was distinctive and looked like it told a story. He was wearing the standard bartender uniform of black pants, a white shirt, a dark jewel toned vest, and a tie, but he still managed to look like a bad boy. His name tag read Zakarie. He gave them a wink as they took their drinks up to the VIP area.

  “That guy was cute,” said Katherine.

  “I think he thinks the same thing about you,” said Lauren.

  “Oh, no frikkin’ way,” said Katherine. “I don’t fit in here at all!”

  “None of us do,” said Darla, motioning down at her casual clothes. They were all wearing dark jeans with slightly dressy blouses, because they hadn’t planned on going out dancing or coming to Bear Buns. “But nobody cares here. We’re not the ones on display, after all. They are.” Darla motioned at the guys milling about the VIP area, talking to the ladies and turning the charm up to eleven. They all had hot bods and looked absolutely delicious, but they were busy being swamped by the other VIP area fans.

  “Those guys do look pretty good,” said Lauren. “But you’re hoping to save yourself for those grizzly boys, right?”

  “If fate has them in store for me, I won’t turn fate away,” said Darla. “But you know I can get whatever guy I want.” It was true. Darla was the most confident of the trio. She was sassy, sometimes brash, always honest, and had rocking curves that she knew how to flaunt.

  Lauren turned. Katherine had been awfully quiet. She spotted her at the bar, talking to Zakarie. “Darla, look,” said Lauren.

  “We better not both her,” said Darla with a smile. “She’s found her match, I’ve got a pair of bear boys I want to make into a Darla sandwich, and now, all we have to do is find those icy princes you want to woo.”

  “I don’t see them in there, do you?” asked Lauren. “Those guys, none of them are blonde.”

  “The polars are the first act,” said Darla. “It’s a queue system based on seniority. They’ve been in the troupe for years, so they’re gonna go first, whereas my guys are going last, because they only just joined. Be patient and you’ll get to get an eyeful of those bear buns.”

  The lights flickered and the dancers made their way towards the back of the club, to the dressing rooms. Katherine joined the girls back at their table.

  “Looks like you had some fun,” said Darla.

  “I did get his number,” said Katherine, showing them his card. “But I don’t know if I’m ready to date again.”

  “So just keep having fun!” said Darla. “Oh, shh. The show is about to start.”

  The lights flickered one last time and the lights on the stage changed to a pale icy blue that matched the blue of the poster outside the club. The stage had a background that was plain navy with a subtle video projection of an ocean hitting it from behind. The DJ’s mic came on.

  “You ladies know what time it is...it’s time...to see some bear buns,” said the DJ. The ladies clapped and hooted.

  “I need to hear you make some noise!” said the DJ. The ladies cheered harder and this time Lauren, Katherine, and Darla joined in. “That’s more like it. Ladies, welcome to the Bear Buns strip club, Seattle’s finest shifter only male entertainment center, where your fantasies can become a reality. Get prepared to see things that you will never see anywhere else in Seattle. I’m talking man on man. I’m talking man on man with a gal in the mix. And, of course, I’m talking two men on one lucky lady.”

  With the talk of sexy menage action, the ladies hooted and hollered.

  “That’s right, make some noise, because you know that our polar bear shifters are looking to turn up the heat. Only a real ice queen would prove to be a challenge, and trust me, they can handle a challenge,” said the DJ. “If you are new to the show, welcome, whenever I refer to virgins, I’m referring to someone like you, a Bear Buns first timer. For our forever fans, welcome back, and virgins, remember that at Bear Buns...it’s highly encouraged to fall in love with your stripper. Of course, keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle, because you’re seated in the splash zone, and I have a feeling things are about to get pretty wet out there.”

  The crowd giggled at the naughty joke.

  “Finally, ladies, check under your seats. That’s right, we’re doing things a little different tonight. Underneath one lucky lady’s seat there will be a red rose,” said the DJ. “Don’t try to cheat, now...we know what chair it is under.”

  Everyone in the club was clamoring to get under their seats and check for a rose. A red spotlight made is way over the room, weaving through the tables. Lauren, Katherine, and Darla all looked under their chairs...and Lauren found a plastic red rose.

  “Katherine, do you want it?” said Lauren.

  “No, it’s yours,” said Katherine. “Who needs a bear when you’ve got a lion?”

  “It’s fate, trust it,” said Darla. “It’ll be the best thing you ever did.”

  Lauren held her red rose up and the spotlight soon stopped on her.

  “It seems we’ve found our princess for the night,” said the DJ. “Now, ladies, don’t worry, there’ll be many more opportunities for you to earn a place on stage...and if you don’t end up on stage tonight, well, come back soon and maybe it’ll be you in that lucky lady’s place. Princess...it seems you have a visitor. Don’t forget to keep a hold of that rose! You’re not done with that yet.”

  Lauren looked. Coming past the bounce
r was a figure in heavy looking medieval armor. A knight in literal shining armors was going to woo her at Bear Buns? There was no frikkin’ way that this show could get any better! A white spotlight hit him, covering the man with a white light that made his light silvery armor look even brighter. The man was wearing a white and blue banner. He was silent and offered her his hand. Lauren took it and pretended to curtsy. The crowd of women clapped with approval.

  The man helped her to her feet and started to lead her down the steps of the VIP area, both people bathed in the white spotlight, when, out of nowhere, came another man, in dark armor, came and scooped Lauren up into his arms and carried her up the stage. The knight was bathed in the red light and the knight was in white light.

  A large throne descended down onto the stage. The knight put Lauren down into the chair.

  “Ladies, it seems we’ve got ourselves two knights that are after the same woman!” said the DJ. “But it looks like our lady’s only got one rose...how will she decide which knight will get it?”

  The ladies started to shout out ideas.

  “Penis measuring contest!” said one lady.

  “Make’m fight!” said another.

  “Dance off!” said yet another.

  “Yeah, dance off!” said someone else. Soon, the entire crowd was changing, “Dance off! Dance off!”

  “Well, you two knights heard the ladies...sounds like they wanna see a good old fashioned dance off,” said the DJ. “So here’s how it’s gonna work. Our knight of light and our knight of darkness will dance for their princess, and whoever gets the rose, well, he’s the winner. Sound like fun?”

  The crowd roared louder than a grizzly bear that had been woken up early from hibernation.

  “That’s what I thought!” said the DJ. “Gentlemen...I hope you brought your A-game. Now dance!”

  The crowd hooted and hollered so loudly that it was hard to hear the DJ’s music. The DJ had picked a strip club dance standard, a hard rock song that the crowd knew and could sing along with. Both knights danced at the same time. While the dark knight was focused on working up the crowd, the light knight was focused on pleasing the lady.

  “Those costumes look awfully warm...” teased the DJ. “Ladies, do you wanna see some more skin?”

  The crowd’s respond was the only answer the shifters on the stage needed. The armor was not real armor, but actually meant as a customized strip club prop, out of metallic plastics. The men took the armor off their arms and their legs so that they were in light blue sequin shorts and tight tank tops. The tank tops were white for the knight of light, red for the knight of darkness. They turned to face their princess, and got down on their knees and looked up.

  Lauren picked the dark knight at random and took his helmet off first. Underneath was one of the most handsome faces that she’d ever seen. The dark knight had dirty blonde hair that had natural dark black highlights. His eyes were a shade of blue so dark that they almost looked black. He looked at her with a wicked smirk and turned to the other knight. “Of course she’d pick me first,” said the first knight to the other knight in a smarmy teasing tone that sounded a little mean.

  “We’ll see who gets the rose,” said the other knight. Lauren took his helmet off next. The knight of light had blonde hair that was ice white with piercing Siberian blue eyes that looked like a frozen sky.

  The knight got up from his knees and extended his hand. “The name’s Hale,” said the platinum blonde.

  “Pleased to meet you,” said Lauren. “And you are?”

  “Blaze,” said the dirty blonde. “Who’s asking?”

  “I’m Lauren,” said Lauren. She smiled. If this guy wanted to have an attitude, she’d show him an attitude. “But enough chit-chat...let’s give these people a show.”

  “I like the way you think,” said Hale.

  “Yeah, whatever,” said Blaze.

  “Don’t mind him,” said Hale quietly as Blaze walked back towards the crowd and teased them with dance moves to a smooth rhythm and blues song that involved him pressing his body against the floor, doing the sexist damn pushups found outside West Point.

  Hale danced near Lauren. While Blaze was focused on pumping up the room, Hale danced as if Lauren was the only girl in the room. He lavished all his attention on her. Very thrust of the hips, every pelvic swivel, it was meant for her and her alone.

  “You know...those shorts do come off,” whispered Hale. “That’s right, you can touch the dancers at Bear Buns...so how about it, doll face? Were you serious about wanting to give these people a show?”

  “Abso-freakin’-lutely,” said Lauren. She took it slow. She touched Hale’s package while it was covered by the light blue sequin hot pants. Then, she reached around and grabbed his buns, but they weren’t quite bare...yet. She got up and had Hale lean over, his butt facing the audience. She pulled one side of the hot pants, exposing one cheek, and then, she pulled down the other half of the costume underwear.

  The crowd went from mild to wild. By the time she’d taken the pair of shorts off of his body, the crowd was so loud that it was hard to hear the music. Their attention was no longer on Blaze dancing solo, but on the show going on between Lauren and Hale. It made sense. While seeing hot men dance was fun, seeing a gal on stage live out their wildest fantasies was far more entertaining.

  Blaze came over but he didn’t lean over in order to allow Lauren access to his sweet ass. No. He came over to pull Hale close and started to dance on Hale while disrobing. The dance contest was back on, and now, the only question was, which of the bear shifters would the audience like best?

  Blaze’s bear had obviously taken over and told Blaze to take what was his, whether it was the plastic red rose...or the curvy woman on the throne. Blaze’s human side told the bear to shut the frik up, because there was no frikkin’ way that he was ready to give fate another chance any time soon...especially after what had happened with the last lady that he’d been dumb enough to fall for. The bear told Blaze to shut it, because the human side had no clue what fate had in store, and the mark on Blaze’s chest, well, it was proof that there was a mate out there for Blaze.

  Hale’s bear told him to keep cool. He was a polar bear shifter, after all, cool was the perfect temperature for him. After all, a high temperature temper wouldn’t win him any points with the lady, who the bear knew must be the one. She smelled of frikkin’ honeysuckle, it didn’t get more obvious that she was meant to be his than that. Her curves were strong enough to stop him dead in his tracks. The human and bear side agreed. The best strategy was to go along with Lauren and Blaze’s energy and to explain everything to Lauren later, and to beat everything into Blaze’s thick skull another time.

  “Boys, boys,” said Lauren, standing up to get between them. “That’s no way to fight for me...I wanna have both of you on me, without these pesky costumes in the way. You’re the strippers...so strip these off.” She ran her hands over each of their chests. They were still covered by their tank tops.

  “Whatever my lady commands,” said Hale, raising an eyebrow when looking at Blaze.

  “Oh, it’s on,” said Blaze.

  The pair faced out towards the audience and put on their best stripping routines, making the audience savor every last second the guys spent on removing their tops. Blaze took off his hot pants too. The crowd screamed as they saw the mate marks, which were illuminated by small spotlights, and then, the men turned and walked back towards Lauren.

  She got an eyeful of two thick cocks, which she expected given these guys were huge, burly, and big bad bear shifters.

  Above that? A set of rippling abs on each torso, flanked by thick arms with bulging biceps and firm fore arms.

  And above those abs? Pecs, broad, taut, and oiled up, but more importantly, between the pecs was a set of marks, the mate marks. Hale’s and Blaze’s were different...but Lauren knew what they meant, and she had to take a seat while she processed just what they meant.

  About The Author

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sp; I’m Sable Sylvan, and the only thing I love more than reading hot paranormal romances is writing down my fantasies and sharing them with readers like you. My heroes are strong alpha male shifters who can be grizzly and gruff at times...but when it comes to their mates, they turn into absolute teddy bears. The curvy heroines in my stories are strong, sassy women, and that’s why the bear shifter men who love them will do anything for their fated mates.

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