Primal Temptation: a BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (Shadowlands Bear Shifters Book 4)

by Olivia Harp

  “What? You wanna hear that story again?”

  Raiden stood up in a flash, “man! I was getting excited!”

  Sophie and Franklin laughed.

  “Dad,” Deedee said, “they’re winning the tournament!”

  “I know, buddy, I know,” Raiden replied going back to sit next to his wife.

  Sophia told the end of that story. This was the life she had always wanted.

  She belonged to a clan that laughed and fought together, like a family.

  She found friends, true friends.

  And most of all, her love for the man by her side was stronger each passing day.

  He adored her completely.

  For the first time in her life, she was happy, free.

  His arms wrapped around her tighter as he turned to her and pecked her on her cheek.

  “Wait here, pretty,” Franklin said standing up, “I’m gonna get us some dinner.”

  She smiled as he bolted up and walked to the table.

  Here, under the starry Oregon sky, with the man of her dreams, she understood that everything can change. That every bad thing that had happened to her didn’t matter, everything balanced out.

  Life was perfect.

  Epilogue

  The wedding reception was a total success.

  Everything from the band, to the location, to the food, to the bride and groom was just perfect.

  “I still can’t get over the view,” Enzo told Franklin.

  He was his best man, and Franklin couldn’t have chosen anyone better.

  “We wanted something that reminded us of how we met,” Franklin said.

  They all had gone to the Summit Resort and Spa, a beautiful venue in Colorado.

  “Sophia instantly fell in love with it,” Franklin continued, “with the snowcapped mountains in the background and all.”

  Floor-to-ceiling windows surrounded the huge room that accommodated the two hundred guests.

  Everyone came to celebrate, even the clan’s kids, along with family and friends. The night was filled with joy, and seeing most of the people down on the dance floor, laughing and having a great time made the trip worthwhile.

  Franklin looked at the multitude of people and found her. His chest expanded with pride.

  There she was.

  Sophia looked radiant amidst the crowd, beautiful. Friends took selfies with her, her smirk made him smile, even if she was dozens of yards away.

  She turned around and saw him, he waved at her and she walked over.

  He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her. She completed him in ways he didn’t think possible.

  “My God!” she said, “I’m exhausted.”

  “I had to take a break, dear,” Franklin replied, “I need to save my best moves for later.”

  “Woah, woah, woah, guys,” Enzo said, “too much information.”

  Sophia turned to him and let out a big laugh.

  “Hey,” Franklin said, “that’s not what I meant!”

  Sophia couldn’t stop laughing, “the face you made!” she told Franklin as she went into his arms for a hug.

  “You’re such a dork,” she said, kissing him on the cheek.

  “I’m going for a glass of wine,” Enzo said, “need anything?”

  Both shook their heads, and watched him go.

  “You look incredible,” Franklin said.

  Sophia’s dress made her look like a princess: a fitted bodice with ornately beaded lace. She fell in love with it the moment she saw it.

  It was more than enough to make Franklin’s bear go crazy. He couldn’t wait to make her his again.

  “We should leave,” Sophia whispered to him.

  “Leave? Why—”

  She pretended to give him a hug, but what she was really doing was rubbing his hard cock against her, pressing her chest on him.

  Her eyes said everything.

  “Just for a few minutes,” she continued, “come back before they miss us.”

  He didn’t need to hear anything else. Franklin took her hand and in the middle of Slave by Britney Spears he took her out to the hall.

  Some people were waiting in line for the bathroom but most were either chilling out or having a smoke outside.

  “Go, go, go,” Franklin whispered to her as they tiptoed away from the party goers and into the next room, closing the door behind them.

  The muffled sound of music and shouting from their own reception seeped into the huge hall they’d just entered. It was dark and empty, except for a long table at the end of the room, set against a huge window.

  Everything looked vastly different, the soft glow of the sun vanishing behind the mountains tinted the edges of the room, giving it a kind of beautiful, melancholic mood.

  He turned to Sophie and reveled in her beauty.

  “I’m so lucky to have you,” he said.

  She turned to him and winked.

  “I was kidding, you know.”

  “What, about leaving the reception?”

  “Yes.”

  “I know.”

  She chuckled.

  “I love you,” she said, “you’re my kind of crazy.”

  They kissed in the dark room, the warmth of their lips fusing together brought him almost to his knees, just like always. Then she bit him and squinted at him with those beautiful almond eyes.

  “You’ve been a bad girl.”

  She caressed his groin, making him gasp and go instantly hard, just like she always did.

  “I haven’t,” she replied, faking innocence.

  He took her hand, stopping her.

  “Come here,” he said, taking her to the end of the room. Each of their steps echoed in the empty vastness of the room.

  “We have to hurry,” she said, as he put her against the big window, “we can’t just vanish from the party like this.”

  He couldn’t wait to be inside of her, she bit her lower lip, looking at him innocuously, then dropped her gaze to the ground, as if this was the first time they did this.

  She loved that. She knew it drove him crazy.

  “Everyone thinks you’re such a good girl,” he whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck down her shoulders and upper chest, “but I know the truth.”

  “I’m a good girl,” she said.

  “No, you’re not,” he said, “you love this,” he moved her hand to his bulge and she held it, Franklin’s hands went to her hair, pulling it gently enough so as not to ruin it, but rough enough as to make her obey his commands.

  “Yes, sir, I do love it,” she said in a sweet tone.

  “I’m gonna have to punish you.”

  He turned her around, her hands against the window and pulled down her strapless, sweetheart neckline dress, baring her breasts, kissing the back of her neck, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.

  She gasped and moved her ass back against him.

  “I want it, sir,” she said.

  “You want what?”

  “You, I can’t wait any longer.”

  She was a dirty talker. She was a pervert just like him.

  What were the odds of him finding a woman with his same passions, on a randomly assigned mission?

  A billion to one, he guessed.

  This was fate.

  This woman was the embodiment of every dream he’d ever had. She made him a better man each passing day. And to top it all, she fucked his brains out like a maniac every night.

  There was nothing like this anywhere else in the world.

  He pulled up her white dress, revealing her rounded ass, he needed to be inside her. But he could be patient. He would savor every moment, would not hurry. His bear snarled, yes. It wanted to pleasure her. His mate.

  “Would you please put it inside me?” she asked.

  Was he in command? Or was she?

  Did it even matter?

  He spanked her ass, making her moan in pleasure. Franklin unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, placing it between her thighs.
r />   It was wet, incredibly wet.

  Her juices drenched his cock as he slid it between her folds.

  “You’ve been thinking of this for a while, right?” he asked.

  “Is it bad?”

  “Yes,” he said, “very bad.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Not enough, honey. I’ll have to teach you.”

  “I’m sorry sir, I need to learn.”

  That girl. It was enough. He tried to tease her just like she did with him but he couldn’t wait.

  She was dripping wet already, he put his cock on her entrance, but did not go in.

  She tried to push her ass back but he knew her too well, it didn’t work.

  He spanked her again and went deeper inside, making her tremble,

  “Yes,” she said, “just like that, love.”

  ***

  Franklin.

  Just thinking about his name turned her on.

  He knew her better than she knew herself. Even more so sexually speaking. He was always there to support her and carry on her crazy ideas.

  She knew how calling him “sir,” or acting “innocent” turned him on.

  And it turned her on too, to surrender completely to him, to let go of everything and just follow her instincts.

  And both of them were the same. It was the perfect match.

  And right now, the way he touched her, the way he grabbed her hair just hard enough to be in control but treating her like a princess, like a crystal that could break at any moment, made her love him even more.

  His thick, hot cock slid all the way inside of her, until his waist caressed her ass.

  She was wetter than ever.

  For some reason, everyone thought of her as this sweet girl. Somehow the way she behaved made everyone think that. She was just polite, and was good at what she did.

  But Franklin opened the flood gates.

  She couldn’t control herself when she was with him, and this is what they had. A big secret.

  He owned her. He could do whatever he wanted to her.

  Thinking that turned her on.

  He spanked her again. The combination of pleasure and pain made her yell.

  She’d been thinking about this since they booked the place, months ago. Never really thought they’d do it so it was just a fantasy, she didn’t even tell him beforehand.

  And apparently, he didn’t even need to plan it. He just acted.

  That was one of the reasons she loved him.

  A man of action.

  “Make me yours,” she begged, “take me.”

  He fucked her harder, his cock slid in and out, in and out, his waist crashing against her, softly stimulating her clit.

  She could see him in the window’s reflection, it wasn’t just how perverted she could be with him. What really turned her on was the way he gave all of himself to her, everything just flowed naturally.

  He was a wild man. And he was hers.

  He grabbed her wrists and put them behind her, as if cuffing them, his other arm hugged her by the neck.

  “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I love you,” she could barely reply.

  “You’re mine.”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “I’m yours.”

  He kept on going, harder, his moans mixed with the far away sounds of a couple hundred people ignorant of their escapades.

  “I love you,” he whispered, “you’re everything to me.”

  She blushed and her center felt like a lightning bolt, a sudden explosion that sent waves of electric pleasure all over her body.

  She felt him go, too. He yelled and tightened his arms and then pushed her against the window and came inside, the warmth of his sperm filling her, his orgasm mixing with hers.

  Their ragged breathing the only thing breaking the silence.

  He caressed her back and her waist and her legs and pulled up her sexy, white panties.

  She turned and kissed him.

  His eyes bore deep inside of her.

  “Honey, I love you,” he said, like a criminal confessing a crime, “I don’t know what I did before I met you. Everything’s like a blur.”

  She smiled, “you’re the only one for me.”

  He kissed her again, softly.

  “Wait ‘til we get home, I’m gonna make you pay for this again.”

  She chuckled, “honey, we only have like an hour before we leave to the airport.”

  “So?”

  She wondered. He was right. So?

  Sophie shrugged and bit her lower lip.

  “Let’s go back,” he said, “bouquet toss is next.”

  She gasped.

  “Franklin! Holy crap, they’re going to be looking for me!”

  Her man laughed.

  “Yes, they’re gonna know what you did.”

  “No!”

  She was embarrassed. Truly embarrassed. It was one thing to have this kind of “secret life,” another thing altogether to let everybody know about it.

  Her whole body tensed.

  “Don’t worry, beautiful, I got you covered.”

  “Covered? How?”

  “I told the band to not mention any of us until further notice.”

  “You did? When?”

  “Just before I talked to Enzo.”

  But how? There was no way he could’ve known what she would tell him.

  He picked her chin up.

  “I had the same idea.”

  They shared a soul. They were true mates.

  “You’re crazy,” she said smirking.

  “Not more than you.”

  “Let’s go cowboy,” she said taking his hand and moving to the exit door, “we don’t want everyone waiting.”

  “Sophie,” he said, stopping her mid-way.

  She turned to him.

  “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, I mean it.”

  She smiled. He was such a romantic, even if he was a wild beast on the bed.

  “I love you husband,” she said, kissing him.

  They’d found each other in the oddest of circumstances. That wasn’t a coincidence. It was nature guiding them together. It was fate. She was stronger than ever. She was in love.

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  Primal Bear

  Chapter 1

  Damien finished cleaning up the downed log, it had taken him a while to take every branch off and cut it in pieces, but the work was finally done: now he had enough materials to fix the deck behind his cabin.

  He cracked his knuckles and lifted it in a swift motion, his muscles tensing hard as he put the fifteen foot long trunk on his left shoulder. It was easily half a ton, heavy, but nothing he couldn’t deal with. He still had to carry it a few hundred yards before being able to strip it down and transform it into usable timber.

  The walk back home was not an easy hike, but he liked it. The hot summer day, now that noon was approaching; the sweat on his back dripping off his torso, the quiet land. He was born for the wilderness, only duty was his one superior priority.

  His heavy boots sank deep in the soft soil as he approached his cabin. He smiled, there was plenty of work ahead.

  Then he picked up a familiar scent. Maverick, he thought. One of his crew.

  “Hey boss!” Maverick said as soon as he saw him. “You busy? Gonna build something?”

  He was standing on the back porch of the cabin, waiting for him.

  Damien dropped the log just beside the cabin’s back garden.

  He definitely never planned on having a yard up here in the mountain, the idea of it seemed ridiculous, but as soon as the place was built and the crew was ready to rest, Raiden, the weirdest one of the bunch, said they should dig it.

  Now, af
ter all that work, Damien wasn’t going to drop a massive trunk on it and destroy it. It would break Raiden’s heart, he thought, grinning. As if that could happen.

  “I’m not building anything, just doing some repairs,” he replied, walking over to Maverick, cleaning his woodchip-filled hands, “what brings you here, Mav?”

  Maverick got serious for a second, “The suits want to talk to you, they say it’s urgent.”

  “What happened? Did they say anything?”

  “No, boss, they said they needed to deliver the message straight to you, to make sure there was no miscommunication, and if there were any questions you could ask them right then and there.”

  “Well, then. Let me go get my stuff, are the guys already there?”

  “Yeah, I told them on my way up here.”

  Damien opened the sliding glass door and entered his cabin, “make yourself comfortable, Mav, I’ll be right back.”

  “Thanks, boss.”

  Damien climbed the stairs to the second floor, passed two rooms and entered his own; put a t-shirt, washed his face and grabbed his tool belt.

  When he came down, Mav was sitting on the back deck, playing on his phone.

  “Aren’t you too old to play games?” he said.

  Mav turned to him.

  “I hope not, Boss,” he smiled, “but I wasn’t playing, check this out.”

  He turned his phone to Damien and showed him a picture of the backyard. It was a good picture, actually: the bright grass, contrasted by the darker pines in the background, the blue sky just barely visible in the square photo. He was almost embarrassed to have flowers back there, but they looked great, so he wasn’t apologizing.

  “Last time I posted a photo of your garden I got a few dozen new followers, and more than two hundred likes... people just love this kind of stuff.”

  All that “likes” and “followers” and phone apps kind of thing was Chinese to Damien, but he understood enough to let out a chuckle.

  “That’s good, I guess, do you get paid for that?”

  “What?”

  “The picture, followers, all that.”

  “Nah, it’s just for fun.”

  “Just make sure you don’t bring unwarranted attention, work is easier when humans are not around.”