Bearing Up In Wolf Rock (A BBW Bear Shifter Romance) (Wolf Rock Shifters)

by Carina Wilder

  The animal in her was taking over and all she wanted was to let the god of a man behind her know that her body was his to take as he wished.

  Maddox sat back, almost falling over himself.

  “Oh my,” he said.

  She turned her face to look at him and smiled.

  “Do you like what you see?” she asked, one hand coming down behind her to pull her lips apart and give him a full view of her eager pussy. She knew perfectly well that her round ass must be driving him wild, and the slick pink wetness beckoning to him from between her thighs must be the icing on the cake.

  “I don’t know where to begin,” he said as he stood and ripped his pants down.

  Kyla could see his enormous cock now, engorged and standing up straight, literally aching to be inside her.

  “I need you, Maddox,” she whispered. “Inside me. Fill me up with that long, thick cock of yours. Fuck me. I have to feel you. I need it. I want it.”

  He gladly obliged.

  Growling low and deep, he stood and thrust hard into her and she felt a mix of searing pain and outlandish pleasure, his thickness forcing the walls of her channel open. She’d always known that she was tight, but his giant cock made her feel all the more so; the way they fit together was perfection. It was all that she could do not to let out a blood-curdling howl.

  Slowly Maddox pulled out, his hands wrapped around her full hips, his breath hot on the back of her neck. His shaft, covered now in her slick wetness, glistened in the dim light and he reveled the beauty of the moment as Kyla’s pussy sealed itself shut.

  “You’re soaking wet,” he said.

  “I wonder why,” she moaned. “You’re only the sexiest…”

  With that, he rammed into her again, his bear taking over, his impulses bent on physical sensation. Kyla knew what was going through him, because the same instincts were filling her. She wanted to please him and herself; she wanted him to come for her, in her, and to feel herself, ecstatic, explode with all the strength of her wolf for him.

  Maddox seemed to want her to come too, as he put his right arm around her front, his hand sliding along her belly, fingers reaching down and stroking her moist clitoris as he moved gently in and out of her.

  She felt the heat from his fingertips emanate throughout her body, beginning with those most sensitive nerves.

  He traced the tip of her clit with the very end of his finger, flicking it back and forth, his searing heat warming her tender bud. She felt her arms bend, her body pressing itself into the tree, her nipples contacting the rough bark which caused a sweet sort of torment.

  Maddox, deep inside her now, had his left hand wrapped around her front, and was pulling her lips apart while his right worked on her pleasure.

  “Ooooh…God…” she said as she absorbed everything that was going on; her bear man, his cock rock-hard for her, deep inside her pussy as his expert hands massaged her, begging her to come for him, to squeeze his shaft between her lips, to urge his own explosion.

  “I love how your gorgeous body works,” he whispered in her ear. “I love how wet you get for me. I love to think that the first time we met you went moist when you saw my cock. Yes, I know you looked, you dirty girl. You wanted it then, didn’t you? I could smell your beautiful pussy even then.”

  Kyla was enjoying this side of Maddox; his bear coming out, his wild desire.

  “I did want it. Of course I did,” she growled. “I wanted to fuck you or suck you. My panties were soaking wet for you.”

  “I know they were. I wanted to get my mouth on you. I wanted to rip your fucking clothes off and suck your tits. I didn’t care how many people were around.”

  Kyla’s head was swimming at the thought.

  “And now you’re gushing for me, your gorgeous, perfect, swollen cunt with my cock…” with that, Maddox thrust pulled out gently and thrust hard back into her. “…with my cock so, so hard inside you…”

  She felt his lips on her ear, his hot breath moving strands of hair as he spoke.

  His finger stopped now, and sat gently on the point of her clitoris.

  “Will you come for me, Kyla? Beautiful girl, will you come around my cock?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m going to rub your clit again now. I’m going to massage you and you’re going to feel so fucking good…”

  “Please, please, yes….stroke my pussy.”

  “I’m going to make you come around my big cock, and then I’m going to shoot my hot cream inside you, my gorgeous wolf girl. Do you want that?”

  Kyla felt drunk. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

  The finger started up again, slowly at first, its gentleness causing Kyla to squirm, to push herself into it and him, and Maddox rubbed faster, still gentle, still a soft touch, before letting it gradually speed up, its pressure becoming more intense.

  He began to move slowly in and out of her, and she felt her lips wrap themselves around him, urging him not to stray too far, urging his cock to grow even harder, even thicker inside her.

  It was too much; the gorgeous finger, the perfect cock, her nipples against the tree.

  She felt herself erupt all at once in waves of pleasure, and she knew that he felt it too as he said, “Yes, oh, that’s it. Come for me. I can feel your pussy eating up my cock…”

  His finger continued to rub her, slowing down as he began to pound her, then letting her come to rest for an instant before he went at her, before he took her completely.

  Finally, when Kyla seemed spent, Maddox put both hands on her hips and drove his cock into her with a fury. She pushed into him, palms flat on the tree, thrusting her ass back at him.

  “You make me wild,” he groaned. “You think it’s that I’m a bear, but it’s not. It’s because you’re fucking perfection and your body was designed for me to fuck.”

  If it was possible, Kyla was even hornier now than before she’d come. He was a dirty bear, and she loved it.

  Maddox, his fingers digging into her hips, drove himself into her like a jackhammer, pounding her now, exhausting her from within in the best possible way.

  “I’m going to come, she-wolf,” he growled. His hips smacked her ass with a force that would have seemed brutal to a normal human being, but Kyla happily took it, and would almost have begged for more. She could think of nothing better than being drilled hard by her grizzly man.

  With one final thrust, she felt it: a searing heat inside her channel, spreading itself through her like wildfire. It seemed to last for minutes, this orgasm of his, his cock pulsing in waves. Kyla wished she could taste him.

  “My God,” she moaned, letting herself fall forward against the tree, arms wrapped around its trunk.

  Finally she felt Maddox’s hands covering her own against the tree’s rough bark as he half-collapsed, sweat coating his hot form, against her back. She loved the feeling of being engulfed in his own body, his heat, his breath on her.

  He let his cock slide out of her eventually, each of them reluctant and feeling a sense of loss when their bodies separated.

  “That was…you are…something else,” moaned Maddox.

  “As are you.” Kyla pressed against the tree, pushing both of them back, and turned to the large man, wrapping her arms around him. His hands pressed into the flesh of her back, heating her and making her feel utterly protected.

  She pulled away a little then, an itch that needed scratching sitting in her mind. Smiling mischievously at him, she crouched down, her pussy dripping, and licked the length of his shaft until her tongue came to rest on the tip of his cock. She wrapped a hand around the base and licked again, cleaning him of their juices, making him moan; making him twitch with the beginnings of a second hard-on.

  “Is this good?” she asked, knowing the answer already.

  “Kyla…I’m starting to have…” he began to whisper.

  Just then, the sharp ring of a nearby twig snapping caused both of their heads to turn at once.

  Each sniffed the air.

 
Kyla let him go, reluctant to do so, infuriated at the disruption.

  She smelled a human.

  Eleven

  Their nudity afforded Kyla and Maddox a certain ease now as they changed into their animal forms. Kyla the wolf found herself quietly staring into Maddox the grizzly’s eyes. Without speaking, each knew what must be done.

  Kyla circled around to the right, pawing silently through the dense woods, while Maddox took the left. They would trap the hunter in the space between them and, if all went well, stop him before he fired a shot.

  His intrusive scent filled the air; perspiration, which betrayed his nervousness. No doubt he knew that he was now seeking three shifters rather than just one, and he probably also knew that they would smell him long before he’d be aware of them.

  Kyla followed the scent, frustrated at the slowness of her pace but aware that rushing might mean slipping up. She was worried about Maddox, who would have the added strain of protecting his brother from further harm.

  The light-coloured wolf slid her elegant body between pine branches and over fallen trees, ever coming closer to her prey. It wasn’t long before her bright eyes caught sight of movement.

  As she’d suspected, the man was heading straight for their small cave, and he was about to step out into the clearing in front of it. She knew she’d have to make her move soon in order to bring him down before he made a run for the entrance.

  But Maddox moved sooner.

  “Oh, shit,” Kyla thought as she watched him storm across the clearing in plain view of her, and, more importantly, the man with the gun. The grizzly was being impulsive in his attempt to protect his brother, and it could get him killed.

  Kyla charged then, coming at the man from behind as he pulled his gun up to fire.

  She slammed into his back just as the shot rang out and the she-wolf let out a brief howl of fear and agony as she twisted through the air. Had Maddox been hit? He was such an enormous target that it would be hard to imagine missing.

  The wolf turned to ensure that the hunter was down, and as she did so she saw him rising from the ground, aiming once again at the bear, who was still rampaging. Kyla leapt at him again, sinking her teeth into his right shoulder as the man let out a cry of pain. He dropped to his knees then, the gun rattling to the ground.

  Maddox shifted and stood facing them.

  “That’s my girl,” he said. Kyla panted, breathless, exhausted, relieved. The man knelt on the ground between them, blood staining his khaki jacket.

  “I’m not hit. I’m okay,” added Maddox. He seemed to sense the wolf’s fear.

  “So, I hear you people have been out to kill shifters,” he said, turning to the man, his hulking form looming naked over his prey. He leaned down and extracted a wallet from the inside pocket of the man’s jacket, inspecting the driver’s license.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m hunting a bear,” the man said, his acting chops unconvincing at best.

  “Right, Mr…Hicks, is it? So you’re telling me that you wouldn’t shoot me now if you had the chance?”

  The man looked up at him now, his head crooked from the pain in his neck and shoulder, and narrowed his eyes.

  “I’d kill you twice before you hit the ground,” he grumbled.

  “Good. Well, now that we’ve got that straight…” Maddox interrupted himself.

  The man looked around, as if trying to spot someone or something in the thick underbrush. Maddox looked at Kyla, raising an eyebrow. Someone else might be near, and if they brought this man to the cabin they'd be leading the other person right to the pack.

  “If anyone is out there,” shouted Maddox to the woods, “Just know that we will not hesitate to rip your friend’s head off if you try anything. In case that wasn’t clear: if you so much as come near us we will kill him. And then we’ll kill you. So you’d best get home to your wife and kids, and leave the negotiating to the big boys.”

  He had no idea if his words had been necessary or had worked, but silently Maddox formulated a plan. It would mean diverging somewhat from the route to the cabin but might ultimately be the best for Corgan.

  “You okay?” he asked Kyla, whose wolf form was still holding onto Hicks, with no intention of freeing him anytime soon. She let out a low growl which told the grizzly man that she was fine.

  Maddox entered the cave and found his brother awake, wondering what the commotion had been about.

  “It’s all good,” said Maddox. “Under control.”

  “If you say so.”

  The sun was rising into the sky over the mountains by now, and Kyla knew that the only thing to do was to somehow bring the man to the pack, to meet with Tristan and to figure out how to proceed. They could get Corgan tended to properly that way, and maybe prevent further attacks on both sides.

  “Kyla, was there any rope in that pack of yours?” Maddox asked, poking his head out from the cave’s entrance. Kyla nodded, the usual frustration at not being able to speak setting in.

  A moment later, the bear shifter came out with a length of thin, strong rope. He tied it securely around the man’s wrists and bound him temporarily to a tree while the wolf watched over him, her mouth displaying its impressive set of canines in case he was considering trying to escape.

  “Hicks,” said Maddox, crouching in front of the man, “How many more of you are there?”

  “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “No, you never do, do you? Listen, I know a hungry wolf who might jog your memory when she takes a bite out of your gonads.”

  Hicks recoiled in fear.

  “Good. So again I ask you: how many?”

  “Fine,” the man grumbled. “There was that Peterson and Kruger—he’s the one who got attacked the other night. He’s run off home. Aside from me, there’s one other guy.”

  “And his name is…?”

  “I don’t know. He used a web name, like a pseudonym. They call him the Ferret.”

  Kyla snickered internally. What a ridiculous nickname.

  “Where is this ferret? Were you looking for him? Was he in the woods with you?”

  “I don’t know. We didn’t come together. I just know he was planning on staking out Wolf Rock. I’ve been trying to get to you first. That’s all I know.”

  “Fine. Thanks for that. I guess you get to keep your nads. For now.”

  Maddox picked up the rifle and the man’s pack and placed them inside the cave entrance, before gathering his and Kyla’s clothing.

  When he’d filled the pack and explained to Corgan what had happened, he brought his brother outside.

  “Corgan,” he said, “do you still have Peterson’s cell phone?”

  “With my things, back at the place where I was sleeping.”

  “Can you guide us there?”

  “Yeah. It's about an hour's hike.”

  “Good. Let's do it. I’ll carry you again. I just need you to direct me. We need some help and that phone is our best hope for now.”

  “I’ll get you there.”

  “Now listen: when I change, I want you to tie the rope around my leg,” instructed Maddox. “Understood?”

  Corgan nodded, a little groggy from the meds and his wounds.

  Maddox untied the rope from the tree then shifted. Corgan firmly knotted it around his brother’s furry right front leg before climbing onto the grizzly’s back.

  The four proceeded on the hike. Corgan directed them, occasionally forcing Maddox to shift direction, all the while keeping an eye on the hunter Hicks, who didn’t say a word.

  The hunter struck Kyla differently from John Peterson; this one seemed more wily, somehow, more expert, despite his fear of castration. And yet they’d caught him and that was some relief. She wondered about this ferret character; if he was the man she’d seen in her sketchy visions.

  With Corgan's guidance the three dragged the hunter to the small shelter where the younger bear had made a temporary home. There they found clothes
, a couple of packs and Peterson's affairs, including weapons and his cell phone.

  The bear and wolf shifted, Maddox keeping a firm hold on the rope while Kyla covered herself and handed him some clothing.

  “Kyla, could you try and call and have someone meet us on the road, preferably in a large vehicle?” asked Maddox.

  “Yeah, I'll have Dascha pick us up. I know just the location.”

  Happy to discover a signal, Kyla called and explained the situation, and she and the two men began to guide their prisoner towards the nearest road. There was an old abandoned ranch house at the intersection of two concessions not too far from their location, and Kyla had asked Dascha to meet them there.

  They hiked for another hour before they came to the meeting place. When they arrived, the SUV was waiting.

  Dascha got out and Kyla saw that Tristan was with him. The large alpha emerged from the car, eyeing Maddox and Corgan with curiosity and, if Kyla's instinct was correct, a little animosity. But clearly he intended to deal with them later. His focus was on the man in the hunting gear.

  “And who have we here?” he asked, looking finally at Kyla.

  “Well, bleeding man number one is Corgan. He’s one of the bear shifters who’ve been causing a stir around here. Bleeding man number two is Hicks. He’s a hunter who’s not a very good shot and a worse liar, and apparently he’d be happy if all shifters were blown off the face of the earth. And the man who isn’t bleeding is Maddox, Corgan’s brother.”

  Tristan sized Maddox up. Kyla wondered if he felt intimidated by the man’s stature, though it wasn’t exactly easy to intimidate the alpha.

  “Well, that’s all quite interesting, isn’t it? Let’s begin with you, Mr. Hicks,” Tristan said, turning to the man, “You are to leave here and not to return. If you are seen again in my territory, I will rip you apart myself. Is this understood?”