Bear Mountain Baby: Shifter Romance (Bear Mountain Shifters)

by Sky Winters

  After a time, Boris drove the bike next to a massive tree, parked it, and stepped off, the quiet of the park a stark contrast to the roar of the engine.

  “We’re here,” Boris said, looking around at the trees above, his boots landing with soft steps on the grass.

  “It’s beautiful,” said Mona. “But what are we going to do?”

  Boris’s eyes narrowed, the side of his mouth pulling upwards into a sly grin.

  “Run free, of course.”

  CHAPTER 9

  “You can’t mean what I think you mean,” said Mona, fear once again rising up from deep within her.

  “It’s exactly what I mean,” said Boris, unbuttoning his shirt.

  Once he undid the last button he pulled the shirt off, revealing a sculpted torso of fair, flawless skin and rippling muscles; it was exactly the sort of amazing body that Mona suspected that he had, and for a moment she was unable to speak, distracted by his physical perfection.

  “But, I don’t know how,” Mona protested.

  Boris stopped disrobing and walked towards Mona, placing his hands on her shoulders.

  “You will,” he said, looking deep into her eyes. “You’re a shifter, a wolf- changing is part of your nature. The only reason you feel this way about this part of yourself is because you have a brother who denies you the opportunity to be who you are. He keeps you fearful of your shifting, fearful of your power.”

  Mona knew that he was right. Even from a young age, Giovanni taught Mona to fear her shifting powers, and never trained her properly to control them, as was his duty as an older sibling. And now, at the age of 21, she was unsure of how to utilize these powers that were so integral to her nature.

  “I can show you,” he said. “It’s simply a matter of clearing your mind and letting your animal side rise up. It’s as natural to our kind as breathing or walking. Watch.”

  Boris kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, nothing but a pair of skin-tight, black boxer-briefs remaining on his body, the fabric showing off every bulge of his powerful leg muscles.

  “Now you,” he said.

  A shot of fear ran through Mona, she didn’t feel ready to shift. She feared losing control, turning into a wild, feral wolf that had forgotten its humanity.

  “Trust me,” he said. “You have nothing to fear.”

  Mona nodded, letting the calm of Boris’s voice work its way through her, allaying her fears. She pulled her shirt up over her head, the slight chill of the evening air rushing over her body. Then, she stepped out of her shoes, slipped off her socks, and shimmied out of her slim, tight jeans. She stood there in nothing but a mismatched set of bra and panties, her arms clasped over her body.

  “I’ll go first,” said Boris. “Then you. Calm your mind, just remember that any thoughts of fear can be safely tossed aside. Shifting is a part of who you are, and you’ll never be at peace until you learn how to control your powers.”

  Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, Boris pulled them off. Mona’s eyes shot down to his long, thick manhood which hung heavy between his legs. Then, he closed his eyes, took a deep, full breath, and within seconds he shifted into his animal form: a massive bear, all muscles and brown, shaggy fur. He stepped towards Mona, looking into her eyes with his own, which were the same brilliant gray as those in his human form. They calmed Mona, signaling her that she could make her own transformation.

  Reaching behind her, Mona unfastened her bra, her full breasts tumbling free. Then she stepped out of her panties, her womanhood bare aside from a tuft of red hair above her sex. She wanted to cover herself up out of modesty, but realized that she needed to do nothing but focus on her shifting, to clear her mind.

  Closing her eyes, she let her arms fall to her sides. Mona attempted to let all thoughts aside from those of shifting out of her mind, focusing on the sound of Boris’s heavy, snorting breath.

  Then, she felt it. Her body began to change, hair sprouting from her skin, her limbs thinning, her face elongating. It was as Boris said: no different than making the decision to take a step, or jump into the air. Within seconds, she was in her wolf form. Looking at Boris, he nodded his massive, ferocious head before indicating to follow him once more.

  With that, he took off, his enormous, brown body stomping off into the woods with wild abandon. Soon, he vanished into the green of the foliage, the rustling of the leaves the only indication that he had passed.

  Mona still didn’t feel completely comfortable in her form, it seemed as though she couldn’t hold it and that she would shift against her will back to being human at any moment. But as she stood alone in the woods, she knew that she had no other option but to run.

  So, she did.

  With an explosive bound of energy, she propelled herself forward on her four paws, running with immediate and extreme speed, the air rushing passed her as the branches of the foliage whipped against her fur. She ran for minutes, but still hadn’t caught up to Boris, wherever he went.

  Stopping, she stuck her nose into the air and brought in a pair of great sniffs. On the air, she caught the scent of the wet leaves and dirt that surrounded her, followed the smell of the various woodland creatures. Then another smell, the smell of fur, skin, and hot, male musk. She knew instantly that this was Boris, and began to run again in the direction of his scent. Mona picked up speed and control as she ran, and with each passing second, she felt more at home in this strange, animal body.

  Finally, she reached the sharp incline of a steep hill. The scent continued upwards, and she followed it, moving higher and higher up, each step requiring more strength to stay stable. She could see the crest of the hill above, the endless stretch of the night sky beyond.

  Then, she reached the crest, stepping over it. Before her was the highest point of the reserve, a large bluff that faced east, not only overlooking the park but the landscape beyond, the bright half-circle of lights from Manhattan visible in the far distance.

  And sitting on the hill cross-legged was Boris, back in his human form. Mona followed his cue, and with a final deep breath, she shifted back, the cool of the air even starker against her furless, unclothed skin.

  She stepped with bare feet on the wet grass, approaching Boris and sitting down next to him. They both said nothing for a time, instead looking out at the sweeping landscape ahead of them.

  “You live in the city for long enough and you forget that there’s nature that isn’t Central Park,” Mona said.

  “I know exactly what you mean,” said Boris, his gaze still fixed ahead. “This is where I come to clear my head.”

  “It’s beautiful,” she responded.

  “And you shifted,” he said, turning his eyes to hers. “It was impressive; your wolf form is extremely powerful.”

  Mona felt herself blush.

  “That’s what I’ve heard,” Mona said, feeling small under Boris’s steely gaze. “When I was young, I was told there was something unique about my family’s shifting abilities, that they’re more powerful than most.”

  “Probably why your brother was able to become the Alpha of the pack at such a young age.”

  Mona nodded; this did make sense.

  “But he never let me develop my own powers. He always kept me isolated, told me that the politics of the pack weren’t anything I needed to worry about.”

  “It sounds like he’s afraid of your power.”

  Mona shook her head in disbelief.

  “There’s no way that someone like him could be afraid of me- I’m no one.”

  To Mona’s surprise, Boris responded by reaching over, grabbing her by the shoulder, and looking deep into her eyes.

  “You’re wrong,” he said, his voice grave. “You just haven’t learned yet how powerful you are, and how powerful you can be.”

  Mona said nothing, her mind focused on Boris’s hand on her bare shoulder, a feeling of heat radiating from where he touched her. She could hardly focus on his words.

  “It’s not true
,” she said, turning her eyes away, partially out of disbelief of his words, and partially out of the difficulty she was having looking directly into his deep gaze.

  But he wouldn’t let her turn away. Taking her chin with the crook of his finger, he turned her face back towards his.

  She could tell that he wanted to speak, to say something to restore her sense of confidence, but as she looked into his eyes, she sensed a different feeling- a more heated, sensual one.

  Before she could react, however, Boris moved forward while tilting her face towards his as he pressed his lips upon hers.

  The kiss was slow, even chaste at first, but it quickly increased in intensity as Boris pulled Mona towards him, pressing her nude body against his, her legs cool and wet from the dewy grass upon which she sat. His kiss surprised her. She hoped that Boris wanted her, and she desired him more than she could ever remember desiring a man, but she didn’t dare think that he would want her, let alone with the intensity that he was showing towards her now.

  Boris reached around Mona, wrapping his strong, muscular arm around her slim, cool shoulders, wrapping her in him, his lips parting as he kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. But as he kissed her, a hot streak of fearful awareness ran through her- she was now not only out against her brother’s wishes, but she was associating with a member of another clan in a way that would surely push her passed the point of no return with Giovanni’s wrath.

  “We can’t,” she said as he kissed her neck, the sensation of his lips on her soft skin sending electricity through her body.

  “Yes, we can,” he said through a hot breath.

  “But what if,” she said.

  “That doesn’t matter,” said Boris.

  And that was all she needed to hear. She pushed these feelings out of her mind, ready to be done with Giovanni and his controlling nature. Mona let herself be taken by Boris, now feeling no other urge than to surrender to this strange, beautiful man.

  His hands moved down along her hips, feeling every inch of her soft, supple curves as he kissed her. Mona heard his breath deepen, as though she were being filled with a desire for her that increased by the moment, building to an incredible intensity.

  Boris’s hand continued along Mona’s body, moving from the outer sides of her thighs to between them, her legs parting to accommodate him. He continued to kiss her, his hand moving closer and closer to her until his hand rested upon her sex.

  “You’re so wet,” he said, his voice a purr.

  And she was; she was wetter than she thought, as though her body were begging for what her mind had been trying to talk her out of.

  Boris moved his other hand down to the small curve of Mona’s lower back, letting her body fall softly backwards onto the wet grass, the sensation of the dew on her skin sending a chill up through her body. But she knew that she would be very warm, very soon. Boris rolled on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. Mona looked down along the chiseled angles of his body, her eyes resting on his huge, thick cock, hard and long. It was easily the largest cock she’d ever seen in person, and she wondered if she would be able to fit the entire massive member into her small body.

  But she was eager to find out.

  His frame outlined by the star-filled sky above him, Boris looked down at Mona with an expression of deviousness, as though taking exquisite pleasure indulging in what was forbidden. And Mona couldn’t lie to herself: The off-limits nature of what they were about to take part in only made her want it more, and as she stared down at Boris’s cock, the only desire in her mind was to have it inside of her as quickly as possible.

  And he complied. Lowering his body, his muscles flexing as he descended upon her, Boris took his thick cock by the base and pressed the head against the lips of her pussy. Feeling him against her only made her want him even more.

  “Please, put it in me,” she said, the words escaping her lips without any conscious effort on her part.

  He didn’t tease her for much longer. His hand on his cock, Boris lowered himself the rest of the distance down, his prick sliding into her, filling her completely to the hilt.

  She gasped as his cock entered her inch by inch, the feeling of heat and pleasure increasing more and more the deeper he moved into her. Now completely penetrated, Mona wrapped her arms around Boris’s hard, strong back, widening her legs, imploring him to continue.

  Boris’s pace was slow at first, plunging in and out of her at a rhythm that allowed her small body to accustom to his cock. Mona gasped as he moved, feeling herself grow wetter and wetter by the moment. He soon picked up his speed, moving at a faster and faster pace, plunging in and out of Mona over and over, the sound of his hips connecting with hers filling the still air around them.

  Mona could already feel the first blossoms of orgasm stir within her as Boris pounded her harder and harder, his grunts mixing with her moans. She moved her hands up and down his body hungrily, feeling every inch of his muscles from the wide span of his shoulders to the hard notches of his hip bones below his sculpted abs, finally settling her hands on the firm, round cheeks of his ass. Boris responded in kind, holding himself up with one arm as he moved the other along her curves, paying special attention to her ripe, full breasts and small pink nipples. He licked and sucked, lashing with his tongue as he did so, the feeling of sensual pleasure from his expert stimulating of her most sensitive, erogenous areas.

  “That feel good?” he said as he pounded her, squeezing the soft flesh of her ass with his free hand.

  “So fucking good,” she responded through her heavy panting.

  Her orgasm moved closer and closer, the white hot feeling of pleasure enveloping her entire body, the tips and her fingers and toes feeling almost numb from the pleasure. No other feeling in the world existed for her beyond the sensation of Boris’s cock inside of her, pounding her hard, her body shifting with each full, deep thrust, the steady rhythm luring her into a trance-like state.

  Boris looked into her eyes with that same manly glare, as though demanding that she cum for him. And she soon obliged. With a thundering crescendo, Mona’s orgasm arrived, sending pounding waves of pleasure through her body. Her legs pulled in close to her body and her face tightened into a wince as the orgasm moved through her, filling her with a pleasure that she had never before experienced.

  Then, Boris came, his own orgasm thundering like a boulder. Mona felt him spray his cum into her, emptying himself completely, filling her with him as he made his final pumps. Mona’s grip loosened on Boris, her limbs settling on the grass, her body exhausted. Boris slid out of her, his seed spilling down her inner thigh as he withdrew. With a heave of his muscles, he rolled off of her and onto the grass to her side. They both lay there for a time, regaining their breath as they looked up into the canopy of twinkling stars above.

  “Looks like shifting isn’t the only thing you’re good at,” said Mona rolling onto her side and looking over Boris’s glistening, muscular body.

  “I like to think so,” he said, a cocky tone to his voice and a smirk on his mouth.

  More moments passed.

  “You’re worried,” said Boris.

  “Yeah, I guess I am. Everything just feels so crazy. Not just with me, but with the tensions between the clans.”

  “Things are worse than I’ve ever seen them,” said Boris. “We’ve come close to war before, but never this close.”

  “And last night there were a couple of Senegalese at my apartment.”

  Boris’s eyes widened.

  “Really?” he asked, surprised. “Senegalese at a drug party? That’s…unlike them.”

  Mona nodded. She knew how strange it was to see Senegalese outside of Petite Senegal in Harlem. They tended to only venture into the territories of the other clans when they had a specific purpose. And they weren’t much for illicit drugs, instead preferring the strange, intoxicating potions that they prepared themselves.

  “These are odd times,” he continued.

  “An
d it’s all my brother’s fault,” said Mona. “He’s the one who forced the pack into selling drugs, he’s the one who’s bringing us to the brink of war.

  Boris said nothing, his thoughts now rife with images of Melanie, the woman stolen from him by Giovanni.

  “I just don’t know what to do,” said Mona. “I can’t live like this any longer.”

  Boris felt his jaw tighten as the reality of his plan became clear to him. His intentions with Mona were simple, at first: use her to get to Giovanni. But now that he was here with her, that he was seeing that her power was more than he was anticipating, not to mention feeling a strong, real attraction towards her, things were beginning to become less certain.

  Not to mention the way his heart stirred as he looked upon her beautiful nude body, bathed in moonlight.

  But he wasn’t sure at all how to proceed. Boris was becoming increasingly aware that this was bigger than his simple revenge. A war was coming- that much was certain. Giovanni’s power grew by the day, propped up by his relationship with the top New York drug kingpins, one of which he was rapidly becoming. If left unchecked, Giovanni might soon possess enough power to conquer the Ukrainians, then the Senegalese, killing them all, or enslaving them to do his dirty work in the drug world.

  His own personal designs aside, Boris knew that Giovanni had to go.

  And Mona was a complication. Her power was surprising, there was a chance she could be one of the strongest shifters in generations. Boris suspected that Giovanni was acutely aware of his sister’s strength. Why else would he keep her under his thumb the way he had been? All it would take is a year or two of training for her to develop her powers enough to easily best him; keeping Mona in the dark about what she was capable of was one way to avoid having to concern himself with what she could do. Especially if she began to have designs of her own for the position of pack Alpha…

  Boris had been wrapped up in his own thoughts for what seemed like just a few moments, but it had been longer than that. He called Mona’s name, but when he heard no response, he saw that she had fallen asleep, her nude breasts rising and falling with each soft, sleeping breath. Lying on his back and interweaving his hands behind his head, Boris looked up at the evening sky. He felt his eyelids grow heavy and sleepy, and the last thoughts that crossed his mind as he drifted off into sleep were that he very well could have bitten off far, far more than he would be able to chew.