DOMINATED BY THE WEREBEAR (Steamy Shifter Paranormal Romance)

by Nikki Wild

  Dominated By The Werebear

  (WEREBEAR SHIFTER STEAMY ROMANCE)

  By Nikki Wild

  Copyright 2015 Nikki Wild

  All Rights Reserved

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  –Nikki Wild

  Dominated By The Werebear

  (WEREBEAR SHIFTER STEAMY ROMANCE)

  Alone in a new town on business and bored out of her mind after a day spent in a hotel's conference room, Kelly Ann is ready to step out. No one knows her here; no one needs to know that she's usually a shy, prudish accounting nerd who never has any luck with the guys.

  On an impulse, she heads into the poshest club she can find. And right away, all eyes are on her curvy body. They're looking at her with a hunger that is almost...primal.

  Her night of fun spirals into a night of unbridled passion when Sawyer comes back to her hotel room. He's rough, he's dominant and he can do amazing things with knots. And the things he does to her curvy body are downright...unBEARable.

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  DOMINATED BY THE WEREBEAR

  Sawyer stared straight ahead in the passenger seat of her rental car, his breath low and even. His predator's eyes were drawn into slits, either in boredom or amusement, Kelly Ann wasn't sure.

  Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he must be able to hear it. The rush of confidence that had made her so bold at the club was now fading as she realized what she was doing.

  She was taking a man she had never met, a man she knew nothing about, back to her hotel room. For a while it had seemed like playacting, but now she realized that what she was doing was real...and entirely crazy.

  As if to remind herself of what had drawn her to him in the first place, she swallowed hard and laid her hand on his thigh. She tried to make the motion seem completely casual and not something that was completely out of character for a mousy payroll tech.

  The rock hard muscles under his faded jeans caught her by surprise. He felt like an athlete, cut from stone. She rubbed her hands over the worn denim, stroking her fascinated hand absently. He felt amazing under her palm, primal and powerful and as immobile as a mountain. She shivered, feeling the flush creep up her neck and flood her cheeks.

  Something else flooded too. Kelly Ann shifted in the driver's seat, pressing harder on the gas pedal. This ride was taking way too long, she was about to lose her nerve.

  Sawyer looked at her, and out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw his nostrils twitch. Like he had caught the scent of something. Kelly found herself wondering maniacally if he could smell the dampness in her panties. If he could smell...her.

  Then Sawyer moved.

  He lifted her hand disdainfully from his thigh and placed it deliberately on the steering wheel. He stared straight forward, slipping a hand under her skirt and brushing up the soft skin of her inner thigh. Boldly, and without asking, he lifted the skirt higher, exposing her thighs all the way to the crease. Kelly gasped when his hand brushed against her thong and her cheeks flamed. She jerked the wheel violently, almost missing the turn.

  "Don't kill us now," Sawyer piped up lazily, his words at odds with his busy fingers. He ran his fingers along the outside of her panties, and then let his finger slip under the delicate fabric, barely brushing her sensitive clit. Oh God she wanted more! It could almost have been by accident, except he touched her lightly again and again. Kelly shifted and squirmed in the driver's seat, trying to keep her focus on the road. No, this was definitely out of her comfort zone. She opened her mouth to say so, to say that maybe all of this was a mistake. She would turn the car around, bring him back to the club, apologize for wasting his time and go back to her hotel room to sit with her Kindle and her fingers like she did most nights.

  But her protests died on her lips when she felt how her traitorous body was responding to him. The faster she drove, the faster Sawyer's fingers moved. Kelly had to suppress a groan as he probed the soft folds. He slipped a finger downward and her hot, wet, traitorous pussy enveloped it eagerly and welcomed it inside. She squirmed, unable or perhaps unwilling to get away from the quicksilver sensations he was forcing from her secret place. "Yes," she groaned.

  "I thought for a moment you might be having second thoughts…"

  His voice was as matter-of-fact as if he was dictating a business memo. She tried to keep herself focused on the road.

  "I… Uh…." Her protests died away as his thumb found the hard nub of her clit and pressed down. Her hotel was only three minutes away, but Sawyer didn't even give her that much time. He moved his thumb quickly, pressing into her almost painfully. The shock of his boldness intensified the already heightened sensations and she felt herself losing control. Yanking the wheel to the right, she threw the rental car into park just before he ripped the thunderous orgasm out of her by force. Her legs went to jelly and she collapsed onto the steering wheel, chest heaving as the waves of confused pleasure ricocheted through her.

  Sawyer watched her with one brow lifted. There was something different about his face, something had...changed. Through the haze of her pleasure, he looked strange. HIs eyes were wider, his nose longer, his teeth...sharper. It might have been her imagination, but Kelly could have sworn she heard a low noise escape his throat. It sounded just like...a growl.

  *****

  The clock was going backwards. That was the only explanation.

  Kelly Ann sighed and tried valiantly to focus her attention on the speaker. The hotel's conference center was a nondescript beige, and the fluorescent lights cast a sickly yellow glow on everything. The slight flicker was giving her a headache.

  The speaker was a tech out of Kansas City, brought in to teach them all the company's brand new, state of the art payroll system. It all seemed hopelessly convoluted to Kelly, somehow managing to make her job even more boring and mindless than it already was.

  She snuck another look at the clock over the doorway. 4:45pm, it was somehow still fifteen minutes until the end of this training seminar.

  Kelly tapped her pen against her handout. Of course there was the question of why she was so eager to get out of here in the first place. She was the only tech from the Springfield branch sent to this conference. She didn't know a soul here, and didn't really feel like spending the evening making awkward work conversation in the hotel bar. Most of the techs who were in the audience were older guys with a super-abundance of ear hair. There was only one other woman, and she had the severe hair and severe shoulder pads of someone who wouldn't know fun if it slapped her in the face.

  No she didn't want to spend time with them. Kelly supposed she could just go up to her room and run a bath, order room service on the company credit card and call it a night. But that was somehow even more depressing than the idea of spending tome with her co-workers.

  Kelly snuc
k another look at the clock. The speaker was asking for questions and to her eternal annoyance, the severe looking woman had several. It seemed like she was personally offended by several of the changes to the data entry system and needed to let the speaker know how displeased she was. Kelly settled back in her chair with a barely suppressed groan.

  Fuck all of this, she needed a drink.

  Her mind flitted up to her suitcase. For some reason, she had, at the last minute, packed her most revealing dress. Something about the fantasy of being a stranger in a new city had led to her stuffing the slutty little number into the corner of her suitcase. She had no plans to wear it, it just made her feel better knowing it was there.

  But now, after enduring eight hours of training on payroll logistics, she was ready to stuff her curvy figure into that red number and cut loose.

  The severe woman and the speaker seemed to have reached a tentative truce and a ripple went through the conference room. The ear-haired men began standing and stretching, patting their prodigious paunches and shaking each others' hands. The severe looking woman began scanning the crowd.

  Kelly quickly gathered her binders and folders and slipped out the back door.

  The sense of relief made her giddy. She stabbed the elevator button with relish, watching the doors slide closed on this interminable day. Her head was buzzy and there was a dull headache thumping between her eyebrows, but that didn't matter because she was free.

  After several tries with her room key, she finally pushed her way into her sterile, sad little room. The idea of staying here until her flight tomorrow made her taste panic. She sprang into action, shedding the sensible work attire that had been chafing her all day.

  Stripping naked, she rooted through her suitcase until she found the slinky red nothing balled up in a wad in the corner. Grateful for wrinkle resistant fabrics, she shook it out and pulled it over her head. Padded barefoot over to the slightly warped mirror, Kelly lifted her chestnut curls and bobbed them around her shoulder, wiggling and shimmying to zip herself in. As the metal teeth slid together, she felt a butterfly inside of her belly imagining the hand that would unzip it. The thought made her turn eagerly to the mirror.

  Her new red bra lifted her generous breasts so high that the plunging neckline could barely contain them. She lifted her hair higher and coiled it up on her head so that a few stray locks tumbled back down to highlight the soft curve of her neck. She fished a necklace out of her makeup bag and fastened it around her neck, allowing the pendant to swing tantalizingly between her jutting breasts.

  The last touch were the sky high, black patent stilettos with the sweet little bows on the rounded heels. Up until now, she had only worn these shoes inside of her apartment, wobbling around in front of her full-length mirror and fantasizing about having the guts to wear them. But here she was a stranger. There was no one around to ask her what the heck she was playing at. For all this town knew, Kelly Ann Decker was the kind of girl who wore fuck me pumps and picked up strange men in bars.

  That was who she was going to be tonight.

  She poked her head out into the hallway, checking her surroundings. Then she darted for the stairs, her heels clacking noisily in the echoing hallway. Each strike of her heels made her heart thump louder, so much so that when she finally skid behind the wheel of her economy rental, she felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She checked the rearview mirror and saw that her usually olive-drab eyes were glowing with an emerald fire and a rosy flush had spread across her usually pale cheeks. "Damn," she sighed softly, pleased with herself.

  Then she started the car and headed into town.

  She hadn't bothered to decide where she was going. She just drove until she found a place that looked suitable. And tonight, what was suitable was classy, dangerous. Dark wood and suited men. That was what she wanted tonight.

  Orsino Lounge seemed like just the right place.

  The huge, burly bouncer at the front door gave her pause. But after giving her a rather frank once over with her eyes, a gaze that made her scalp prickle and left her feeling decidedly naked, she was allowed in. Kelly Ann licked her lips in anticipation, feeling the vibration of her excitement. This could be her, she could be the kind of woman who belonged in bars like this. No one knew otherwise.

  Kelly walked forward to the bar, teetering ever so slightly on her pretty stilettos. She lifted her chin and squared her shoulders, the better to put her assets on display. She knew she wasn't the skinniest woman there ever was, but her generous breasts and round ass seemed to get her some notice.

  In fact, it all happened rather more quickly than she expected. Immediately she felt all eyes upon her and she shivered. The men here were looking at her like she was a particularly juicy piece of meat. One they would like very much to get a taste of.

  Kelly reached the bar and leaned forward, steadying herself, hoping that she looked seductive leaning this way and not clumsy. She slowly scanned the room.

  A tall man in a short-sleeved button down nodded to her from the end of the bar, but he didn't come forward. She returned the smile and turned away, waiting for him to come to her. When he didn't she started looking elsewhere. Kelly wasn't in the mood for shyness tonight.

  Then she saw him.

  The one she wanted.

  When her eyes fell on the dark, olive skinned man, she let out an involuntary gasp. He whole body flashed in a sudden storm of desire so violent she felt the hairs on her neck stand up.

  The draw of his charisma was apparent from across the dimly lit bar. His arm was slung casually across the back of the barstool, the sleeve of his black jacket pulled up, exposing a thick, powerful wrist. His jacket was open, the bright white of his T-shirt led Kelly's gaze up to snapping green eyes and back down to the well-cut, well filled out jeans below. She felt her breath come faster and had to work to slow the rapid beat of her heart.

  She took a breath and lifted her chin. "Here we go," she told herself under her breath.

  The man in the leather jacket turned languidly from his conversation with the eager blonde woman who was draping herself all over him. He watched Kelly closely as she started towards him. His sardonic smile brought a moment of self-doubt. What was he thinking?

  She shimmied forward, close enough so that the man could devour her with his eyes, but far enough that conversation could appear accidental. When she was sure that her curvy body had his full attention, she slid forward, leaning so that he could get a clear view of her high, jutting breasts and down the deep valley of her cleavage. The pendant swung from where it nestled. His eyes followed it as it swung back and forth like a metronome. As if it was trying to hypnotize him all on its own.

  But rather than lavish her with sudden attention, he continued to stare at her, lazily running the tip of his finger around the empty shot glass in front of him. The blonde woman seemed to notice she no longer had his full attention and ran her hand plaintively up and down her arm. It was time for Kelly to make her move.

  “This bar needs more men like you,” she opened, arching her eyebrows playfully. But his looks were disarming. She could now see that the cool, predatory eyes that seemed to penetrate through her were a color she couldn't quite discern. They flitted between stormy grey and emerald-green and they blinked at her slowly, as if bored. He stared at her longer, letting her discomfort grow. Just as she was ready to open her mouth and fill the uncomfortable silence, he licked his lips. The side of his mouth quirked upward into an amused grin. He finally broke his silence with a deep basso rumble.

  “That’s true.” He thumped the bar twice and the bartender immediately appeared with another shot glass. Kelly sniffed the heady scent of bourbon. His rumbling voice still echoed through her body. She leaned against the bar again, this time to support her weakening legs. He made her feel like a child.

  “But then,” he put the shot glass down without drinking, “how would you know what I am like?”

  Kelly saw her opening. “I don’t. But I�
��d like to.”

  He leaned forward, his bent elbow balanced on the bar. The blonde woman pulled a stricken face and slunk off to nurse her wounds over a fruity drink. He didn’t even spare her a second glance, just stroked a strong hand over his stubbled cheek and grinned lazily at Kelly. She tried to smile back, but couldn't keep herself from staring at him like a schoolgirl with a crush. In the low light of the bar he was a dark menace; shaggy brown hair, dark stubble, deeply tanned skin an even, burnished gold. His eyes shifted again, from gray back to emerald green and she was held in his gaze, mesmerized, frozen as if caught in a tractor beam.

  “What do you want to know?" he asked, reaching out for and catching her swinging pendant in his huge hand. She gasped as he used it to pull her forward so that her face was inches from his. Her breath hitched and she licked her lips invitingly, waiting for the kiss she was sure was about to happen.

  But instead of kissing her, he turned the pendant over in his palm, carefully inspecting the marking. "This is a nice piece, where did you get it?"