Werebears of New Hampshire Box Set: Paranormal Romance BBW Bear Shifters

by Fox, Kim

  “Popeye,” he said.

  “No,” she said laughing. He bit his lip and scrunched up his forehead when he was thinking. Angie loved when he did that. It was so cute. “Captain…”

  “Crunch. Kangaroo. America. Jack Sparrow.” He grabbed the almost empty bottle and shook it. “Please don’t make me drink anymore,” he begged.

  “We were looking for Captain James Cook,” she said, lifting her leg up on her chair and resting her chin on her knee.

  “Didn’t I say that?”

  “Everybody but him,” she said giggling. “Drink up.”

  He poured the scotch into his empty, pie-shaped, playing piece and took a shot. She slapped the table, cheering him on.

  Sidney slammed down the makeshift shot glass on the table and raised his arms in the air like a runner crossing the finish line.

  “Alright smarty pants. Your turn.”

  Angie rolled the die and got a three. “Yes!” she squealed. She moved her pie piece three spots over to the big orange square.

  “For the win,” Sidney said, picking up the card. He squinted at it and swayed in his chair. “The letters keep jumping around.”

  She reached across the table and plucked the card out of his hand. She read the question keeping her finger over the answers. Angie never wanted to win by cheating. There was no pride in that.

  “Who was the last heavyweight, bare-knuckle boxing champion?”

  Sidney laughed and crossed his big, muscular arms. “Good luck with that one!”

  Angie lowered her head and tried to stop the alcohol induced, swirling of her mind. She knew this one. Her grandfather had black and white pictures of bare-knuckle boxers all over the bar in his basement. One was signed by a heavyweight champion. She remembered her Pappy saying that he was the last champion ever before they changed the rules. He was born on the same street in the South End of Boston as him.

  What was his name? The scotch was making it hard to think.

  It finally came to her. She could see the picture clearly in her mind and the big, loopy signature scribbled across it. “John L. Sullivan!” she said, throwing the card at him. She jumped out of her seat and danced around the cabin, shaking her hips to imaginary music.

  Sidney stared at the card with narrowed eyes. The card looked like a postage stamp in his large hands. “I can’t see,” he said. “Is it right?”

  “Of course it’s right,” she said, shadow boxing.

  “You think you’re so smart,” he said playfully.

  “No. I know I’m so smart.” She threw a right hook and then a left uppercut. “That full green pie on the board says I’m so smart.”

  “I know something you don’t know,” he said, leaning on the table.

  “What? How tree bark tastes like?” She jumped in the air with her hands up like she just won the imaginary boxing match.

  “Come outside and I’ll show you.”

  Sidney’s shirt caught around his shoulder and he yanked it. A ripping sound filled the outside night as the shirt tore in half.

  “What are you showing me?” Angie asked in the doorway. “How to get mosquito bites?”

  Sidney needed to impress her. He had lost the game. She was smarter than him. He needed something big. He was drunk and this was all he could think up.

  But people always seemed impressed whenever he did this.

  “Watch this,” he said. He urged his bear forward, pushing him to the surface. The burning started as his body grew even larger than before. He grimaced in pain as his bones snapped and his muscle tissue tore. His nose was on fire as it extended away from his face. His skin disappeared behind white fur.

  Sidney was a polar bear shifter.

  He was still drunk, watching Angie through the eyes of his bear. She was standing in the doorway watching with fascination. Not fear or panic. Fascination. Like a scientist discovering a new species and observing it.

  Sidney’s bear was fixated on her. Normally he would’ve wandered off into the woods by now. Done bear things. But he couldn’t stop staring at her.

  Sidney felt a strange, sudden pull towards her. His bear was purring and shaking in a strange way. It wasn’t like anything that Sidney had ever felt before.

  Oh crap.

  His bear was bonding to her.

  Angie stared in complete awe as the polar bear in front of the cabin changed back into Sidney. He picked up his tattered clothes off of the ground and covered himself.

  A million questions popped into her head. She had to know everything. But first things first.

  “What the fuck was that?” she asked.

  He looked at her differently as he passed. Like he was somehow, all of a sudden, ashamed. He headed for the sofa and sat down. “I think I’m just going to go to bed,” he said.

  “No. You don’t pull a stunt like that and just get to go to bed.” She placed her hands on her hips. He was a real, live werebear and she had some questions. A lot of questions. “Shifters are real?”

  He lay down on the sofa and placed his hands over his eyes. “Yup.”

  “What species are you descended from? Are you homo sapiens? Australopithecus?”

  “They didn’t exactly hand me a textbook when I was born.”

  She had to know everything. “Do you and your bear share the same mind? Do you share thoughts? Feelings? Emotions?”

  “We share the same body,” he said. “Our minds are linked.”

  She took his hand in hers and studied it. His fingers looked so human. They were bear paws a minute ago. She ran her fingers over his fingertips. Claws had burst out of these fingertips and now they were completely healed. How is that possible?

  She was sitting next to him, brushing her fingers along his arms, his chest, inspecting his body in an intimate way. She caught herself and looked into his eyes. He was gazing at her with a loving tenderness, looking at her in a way that no one had ever looked at her before, seeing through her eyes down into her core.

  It caught her off guard and she lowered her head. His shredded white shirt was sitting on his lap, the only thing covering his nakedness.

  Her eyes trailed down his muscular legs to his feet. “It’s amazing,” she said. “All of that fur. Is it in you or was it produced on the spot?” His skin looked normal. It didn’t make sense. “I would kill to do an autopsy on you.”

  He laughed. “Well please don’t kill me,” he said. “I kinda like this whole life thing.”

  She chuckled. “That’s not what I meant,” she said, leaning in and examining his face, his ears. “It’s just…you’re amazing.”

  “You can come examine me anytime,” he whispered, turning his head to meet her eyes. His face was so close to hers, his lips in kissing distance. Her heart rate jumped as she realized where she was: on the sofa with a hot, naked man.

  He brushed his hand down her cheek and then it all unraveled so fast. Her hand was on his hairy chest and their lips found each other. She postured up on the couch and ran her fingers through his blond hair as she shoved her tongue into his mouth.

  His enormous arms wrapped around her, swallowing her, engulfing her, and her pussy clenched. She had never been with such a powerful man before and her body was responding in a carnal way.

  She gasped and took in deep breaths as their mouths broke apart and he coated her neck with kisses. His tattered shirt flew onto the floor. Was it her? Was it him? She didn’t know but his erection was out and ready for her.

  “Oh my,” she gasped, her cheeks turning red when she saw the size of it. It was in proportion to his enormous body. And way out of proportion to hers.

  He smiled and kissed her on the lips. He playfully tugged her bottom lip in his teeth as she wondered what would happen if she ran out the door into the woods. How was that thing going to fit in her tiny body?

  He slid her shirt off over her head and kissed her chest and the thought seemed to melt away as she writhed her pussy on his leg. His cock rubbed against her thigh and all she wanted, all that
mattered, was to get her clothes off.

  She ripped off her bikini top and slid down her shorts and bottom. He stared at her perky breasts as she got back on the sofa and straddled him.

  His mouth was on her nipples at once, licking, kissing and sucking on them. She moaned as she reached down and stroked his thick cock. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to get fucked properly for once.

  Her nipples hardened in his mouth, his tongue tickling them and making them erect. He moaned as she squeezed his wide shaft and rubbed it along her pussy lips. She gasped and spread her legs wider.

  She arched up and pressed his tip inside her wet tunnel. He was so large. Sidney gripped her ass and helped steady her as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

  Her pussy burned as she engulfed him. She had never felt so full, so completely stuffed before.

  “Fuck it’s so big,” she whined as she pushed her hips down.

  He grunted and grinned, leaning his head back on the couch.

  She gasped and cried out as he stretched her insides. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. It hurt but it felt so good, so gigantic.

  She exhaled in relief as she finally reached the bottom with his whole cock inside her. She took fast, deep breaths and laughed. “That’s one down,” she said.

  She placed her hands on his hairy chest and raised her hips back up. Her arms flexed and burned as she raised herself higher than was normally required.

  She plunged her hips back down, this time her pussy was ready for him, shaped for him. She slid down easier. The burning was barely noticeable, the pleasure enhanced.

  He groaned and lolled his head to the side as she picked up speed, bouncing up and down on his hard cock. He grunted and squeezed her ass.

  Angie smiled as she fucked him. She probably felt so tight around his cock. She was loving the way he was grimacing because of her. She smiled to herself. Enjoy it while you can because after this you’ll never be tight again.

  He rocked his hips up with every hit, smacking her aching clit with his pelvis.

  His dick was so big that it hit everywhere. It slammed against her g-spot with every thrust and Angie’s head was getting dizzy. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled it as he pumped inside her.

  She had felt a sensation that she had never felt during sex before. It was like a flood raging, being held back by a dam. She had never had an orgasm during sex. The nerdy guys that she always dated, with their small dicks, always came before her with not much playtime. She only had orgasms when she was taking care of herself.

  Sidney was different. His dick was like a magic wand, hitting every erogenous zone at once.

  Her breathing burst out in short, frantic breaths as the dam burst open and the flood consumed her. The warm glow of her orgasm flowed into every cell in her body and she dropped her head forward, gritting her teeth and holding her breath as she drowned in the pleasure.

  She barely noticed Sidney bucking under her and squeezing her ass cheeks harder as he released his load in her clenching pussy.

  His warm load filled her insides and she moaned as she slowly raised her hips up and down on him, her pussy more sensitive than ever.

  She collapsed her face between his neck and shoulder as her body shook with aftershocks. He released her ass and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her into him in a bear hug.

  Their heaving chests caressed as their breathing synchronized together. She felt him softening inside her.

  “That’s the best examination that I’ve ever had,” he said, his voice hoarse and throaty.

  “Wait until you get the bill,” she laughed.

  He carried her to the bed and they collapsed onto the mattress.

  ten

  Connor pointed out a pair of cardinals in the tree up ahead and Rebecca squeezed his hand when she saw them. The two birds sat on a branch beside each other whistling words of love.

  “The cabin is just up ahead,” Connor said, his shoulders dropping. Angie and Grace would want to get out of here as soon as possible. Rebecca couldn’t believe that it was almost over. She had finally found an amazing guy and she had to go back home to the lonely city. She didn’t want the hike to end. She didn’t want this weekend to end.

  “I’m free next weekend,” she said, hoping that he wanted her to come back.

  His face lit up in a smile, his dimples deep and full of joy. “I’ll keep a spot open for you.”

  She kissed him, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin over her lip. His bear purred. Rebecca placed her hand on his chest and felt soft, rapid vibrations. I love that feeling.

  “I hope Angie and Grace aren’t too mad with me,” he said, holding her wrist, keeping her hand on his chest.

  She rolled her eyes. “Me too.” She had a seven hour drive back home with both of them. She could hear them already, taking turns complaining. She was not looking forward to it.

  They continued walking along the babbling river and the guesthouse and cabins appeared between the trees. They both sighed as their time together was at an end. But that couldn’t really be the end could it? She was determined to make it work.

  A scream cut through the peaceful, sunny day and Connor dropped her hand.

  “Grace,” Rebecca whispered. They sprinted towards the sound. Rebecca’s stomach dropped.

  They burst out of the forest and skidded to a stop when they saw the scene. Grace was riding a brown bear in the river, hanging on tufts of fur as she slid to the side, almost falling off. She squealed and laughed as she pulled herself back up. The bear walked along in the river looking into the water, moving his head from side to side, probably looking for a fish to eat.

  “Oh yeah,” Connor said. “Edwin is a werebear too.”

  Rebecca watched in awe as her friend tumbled off the bear and plunged into the water with a splash. Edwin’s bear stopped and drank the water with a disinterested look in his eyes.

  “Grace!” Rebecca called out when she popped out of the river laughing.

  Grace turned and waved.

  “I guess the secret is out,” Connor said.

  Arguing voices came up through the forest behind them. Rebecca and Connor spun around as Sidney burst through the trees with Angie sitting on his shoulders. They were arguing about where to go.

  “See?” Angie said. “The cabins are right there.”

  Sidney frowned. Angie spotted them and waved.

  As they approached Rebecca saw something unusual on their faces. The whole lower halves of their faces were covered in a red, bubbling rash.

  “What is on your face?” Rebecca asked.

  Angie smacked the large head between her legs. “Einstein over here fed me poison ivy for dinner last night.”

  Connor tensed up. “Sidney! What kind of wilderness exper-”

  “It’s okay boss,” he interrupted. “If we slather it with toothpaste it will go away instantaneously.”

  Angie looked down at the top of his head. “That is…not even remotely correct.”

  “Yes it is,” he said.

  He continued towards the cabin with Angie on his shoulders. They were bickering at each other. Sidney reached up and Angie wrapped her fingers around his. They held hands as they walked to the beach.

  “So it looks like you should reserve three spots for next weekend,” Rebecca said to Connor.

  She knew her friends. And she knew that they would both want to come back next weekend no matter how much they bitched and complained on the way home.

  Connor kissed her on the lips as the two cardinals sang to them from above.

  “Great,” he said, flashing his dimples. “I’ll see you next weekend.”

  the end

  Bearly In Control

  Book Two

  Edwin & Grace

  one

  “So what do I say again when I meet her Dad?” Edwin asked.

  He was standing on the platform waiting for his train at the station. He was heading to New York City to see his mate Grace. C
onnor and Sidney were seeing him off.

  “You say ‘Hi I’m the guy that’s porking your daughter,’” Sidney said with a laugh, his thick arms crossed over his massive chest.

  Edwin nodded. “Okay,” he said, repeating the words under his breath.

  “No,” Connor said, pushing Sidney away. “Don’t listen to him.” Connor pulled Edwin to the side and straightened his jacket. “He’s a Senator so remember to be respectful. Tell him that he has a nice home. Compliment him. Say nice things about Grace.”

  This was so confusing. Edwin had so much to remember. He had been a feral werebear when Connor had took him in and now he had no idea how to act in social situations.

  “What’s a Senator again?” Edwin asked.

  “It’s a politician,” Connor said, smoothing out a wrinkle in Edwin’s jacket.

  Edwin had so much to learn. “What do they do?”

  Connor looked up and to the right. “Uh, they vote on stuff and…Sidney?” Connor looked to the giant werebear by his side for help.

  “Senators say speeches and wear suits…” Sidney trailed off. “Just tell him you’re a fan.”

  People started to swarm around them as it got closer to the train’s departure time. A man in a leather jacket bumped into Edwin. He jerked his head around from side to side, nervous with all of the strangers nearby. Edwin didn’t like being in crowds.

  That kid by the magazine stand holding a toy truck was staring at him and it was freaking him out. There was a man with long hair playing a guitar beside the tracks. It sounded like an owl screeching in pain. Edwin didn’t like this place.

  Connor placed his hand on Edwin’s shoulder. “It’s okay buddy. They’re just people. They’re not going to hurt you. Just ignore them.”

  Edwin turned his head towards an old lady walking by. His stomach was rolling and he felt nauseous.

  “What if someone talks to me?” he asked.

  Connor exhaled. “We talked about this remember?”