by Sky Winters
She thought the dreams had been a bad omen, but maybe… Maybe they meant he was looking out for her?
Finally, battered and bloodied, Stuart gave up the fight. He shifted back into his human form. His blue hoodie was all ripped up, revealing the bites and scratches all over his arms, chest and neck.
“You win this round, Bear,” he spat. “But I’ll be back.”
With that, he leaned down and took his knife back, putting it away in his pocket and limping out of Vicky’s building.
Amos looked at her for a moment, still in his bear form. He let out a low moan and sniffed the air.
Her eyes widened and she started to reach for the buttons on the elevator. Maybe she wasn’t safe with him after all. Maybe Bear Amos wanted to eat her.
“Wait,” he said. He shifted back into his normal, human form. He had a huge wound on his lower neck and clavicle. It was harder to see when he was a bear and covered with fur, but now it peeked out of his shirt collar and black jacket, bright red and glistening with blood.
Vicky’s gaze softened as she looked at him. “You’re hurt,” she said. “Because of me… Do you want to come up to my place and clean yourself up?”
Now that Amos was back in his human form, she was not afraid of him. He was so handsome and heroic. She had briefly forgotten how hot this guy was. It was easy to forget when he was all fuzzy and howling as he tore at another beast.
She smiled at him.
He smiled back. “Nah,” he said. “I’ll be fine. But you can’t stay here. You’re no longer safe here. The werewolf has imprinted this place, and he’ll just be here to attack you again when you least expect it.”
Furrowing her brow, Vicky looked at Amos. She could tell all of a sudden that he knew something about her that she did not, and it bothered her. “But why?”
Amos shook his head. “Come with me. I’ll explain when we’re a safe distance away.”
As they stepped outside of the building, Vicky at last caught sight of Amos’s motorcycle. She had been right after all. It was a massive black Harley that was the perfect size for her gargantuan hero. Head still reeling from the ordeal she had just had, the bizarre species fight she’d just witnessed, she did not notice as Amos lifted her into his beefy arms and carefully placed her onto the back of the bike’s seat.
“So the werewolf wanted to kill me and the… bear wants to kidnap me?” she asked, smirking slightly to show him that she was joking. Mostly.
Amos smiled right back at her and got onto the bike, in front. “The correct term is werebear, but I don’t really like it. It makes me sound too much like a Care Bear, and I ain’t one of those motherfuckers.”
He revved the engine and they were off.
Speed limits apparently did not apply to Amos Steele.
“Where are we going?” Vicky yelled over the engine. “I only have the weekend off!”
Amos laughed. “You may not be going back to Zydeco!”
He drove his bike far away from all of the parts of New Orleans that she was used to and familiar with. He drove her away from her home.
Suddenly, a massive stretch of bayou lay before them. Vicky had of course seen the swamplands of Louisiana before, but they had always been seen from a distance. Now, she was in one. And she thought her workplace was muggy.
“Welcome to Lafourche,” Amos introduced. “I have a cabin here. I rent it out mostly for those times I can’t quite bear to be around people.”
She knew what he meant. She couldn’t believe that he was able to be so silly about the fact that he could literally morph into a bear. Apparently at will.
He parked his motorcycle outside of a small, wood cabin that must be his. In the front, a black flag waved. It was decorated with an outline of a large gold paw. A bear paw.
“Unbelievable,” she said.
Amos helped her off the motorcycle and led her into his cabin. It was decorated with framed paintings of fish, and it also contained a wide variety of fishing supplies for someone who she was pretty sure didn’t need supplies.
There was a large bed in the center of the living room. There was no question what Amos came here to do most often. The room was surrounded by wide windows and all of the blinds were not only open but up. “It must be hard to sleep here when the blinds are like that.”
The bayou was dark right now. The only light she could see out there was fireflies and the occasional plane flying across the sky. And stars. Through the low-hanging treetops, Vicky could see a sky completely filled with stars.
“I can see why you come here.”
The cabin had a small kitchen and one bathroom down a short hall from the living/bedroom. Amos had a television set and she assumed, based on all the different types of video game systems hooked up to it, that it was not used for watching cable shows.
This man greatly confused her. But there was something so sexy about his mysterious, sometimes seemingly oxymoronic personality.
Vicky took a seat on the large bed. There was nowhere else to sit. Meanwhile, Amos went around the room, lowering all of the blinds and closing them. She kicked off her sneakers in order to get more comfortable as Amos shrugged out of his leather jacket, and placed it on the floor by the front door.
Once all of the blinds had been adjusted, he came to the bed and sat beside her. “Would you like a drink?”
She shook her head a little. “Thank you for saving my life back there.”
“Of course,” he replied.
All at once, their lips were on each other’s. They slipped their tongues into each other’s mouths, feeling around, getting a sense of who they were now with… Vicky grabbed hold of the bottom of Amos’s shirt and lifted it off of him. Then she ran her fingertips over his hairy chest, kissing him more.
Before long, they had yanked each other’s clothes off and were lying together on the bed, gazing into each other’s eyes.
“Do you want this?” he asked her softly.
“Yes,” she said, appreciating his respect for her. After the kinds of things she had seen him do, she hadn’t expected him to be concerned about getting her consent.
They kissed again and Amos got on top of her, holding her legs apart and kissing each of her inner thighs before pressing his cock into the tight opening between them. He started to slowly thrust himself inside of her, watching her eyes and making sure not to hurt her.
“Ohhh,” Vicky moaned. It had been a long time since she’d last had sex. And of course she had never had sex with a man as big as Amos before. “Yeah, that’s good.” She sucked her bottom lip, raising her legs up so he could go even deeper.
“Yeah?” Amos asked. “Is this what you wanted?” He suddenly slapped her ass and sped up. After a few moments, he pulled out of her and slapped her ass again. “Turn around,” he commanded.
Vicky got onto her knees and he got behind her, inserting himself into her and immediately pounding himself against her at a high speed. She clenched her eyes shut tightly and grabbed ahold of one of his pillows, grasping it firmly as stars filled her brain.
“Oh oh oh god yes!” she screamed.
“Yes,” Amos said back, smacking her side as he continued to storm her pussy. He grabbed ahold of her boobs and fondled them, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples until they were hard.
After a few minutes more of this, he suddenly brought her into his arms and carried her into the kitchen. He cleared away any dishes or pots with an arm and set her on top of the short stove. He thrust his cock into her there and continued to fuck her, making the contents of the kitchen rattle.
Vicky held onto the cabinets on either side of her head, her arms raised in a V.
“Are you gonna cum for me?” he asked, more like an impatient urging rather than a simple question.
She nodded.
“Cum for me!” he demanded.
Vicky threw her head back and allowed herself to think of nothing else but Amos, and his giant cock and giant, sexy body. She came hard against him, tightening against
his cock until he came as well, yelling out barbarically.
Once he composed himself, he slipped out of her and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. She carefully hopped down from the small stove and joined him, laughing when she noticed the imprints of the stovetop on her ass.
“This has been the weirdest day of my life,” she said then, carefully cleaning herself with some toilet paper. The cabin did not have a shower or a bath. She wondered how they were going to manage that come the morning.
Amos smiled at her. “Oh trust me, things are going to be weird from here on out.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Shifter Genealogy
In the morning, Amos was already awake when Vicky opened her eyes. He was sitting on the bed, facing away from her, naked. She blushed, remembering what had happened the night before as well as the fact that they had slept naked together. She had never been so close with someone she had basically just met. It wasn’t like her. But something about Amos drew her in…
He saved her life last night.
“What time is it?” she asked him softly, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.
“Almost eleven,” he replied. “I didn’t want to wake you, especially because you work so late all the time and you said you were on a short vacation.”
Vicky smiled at him. He remembered things she had told him. It felt good to be listened to. “Thank you,” she said, meaning it in every way. “Did you have something planned for today?”
He turned to her and gave her a smile. “First of all, I was thinking breakfast.” Amos stood up from the bed, giving her a marvelous view of his body in all of its splendor. His cock was gigantic. So she hadn’t dreamt that…
“As you might have noticed last night, my kitchen here is shit,” he went on. “But there’s a waffle place up the road that’s pretty decent. Do you wanna put on your clothes and go there?”
Vicky suddenly recalled that this cabin also had no shower or tub to speak of. How on earth was a person supposed to live there? “Uh, yeah,” she replied. “Is there a place I could shower or something?”
Amos looked at her for a moment, and she wondered if he did not understand. Perhaps bear shifters preferred to bathe in the bayou, but that was not her idea of a good time. It was not exactly clean water. “We can take care of that after breakfast,” he said. “No one at Waffle House will care if you’re wearing yesterday’s clothes.”
He reached down and touched her breasts, gently tweaking her nipples until she laughed from how tickly it was. “On second thought, maybe I should make you dirtier before we go out.”
“I don’t think I could say no to that if I tried.”
His left hand quickly slid between her legs and cupped her pussy while playing with her clit. His right hand fondled and squeezed at her breasts. God he made her wet. She reached down and took his girth into his hand, stroking and pulling on his exquisite piece. “Please.. fuck me… now.”
“Not until you suck me first.”
He flipped around, and his giant cock was in her face. She let it slide down into her mouth, letting her tongue explore its contours as his face burrowed into her pussy, giving her short rapid licks. She began to feel intense pleasure, and felt that they were part of the same animal. She came instantly, wishing the moment would last forever when he turned around, and flipped her on to her back. She knew what was coming next.
“It’s my turn,” Amos whispered into her ear.
His large cock drilled into her, and he fucked hard.
He grunted, and growled, and trashed into her backside, until he let every last drop of his seed spill inside of her.
They collapsed entangled in a heap, as his eyes gleamed with gold.
“Now I’m really fucking hungry,” he said.
She got up and put her outfit from last night back on. The shorts were surprisingly okay considering she’d worn them all of yesterday, but her neon green shirt smelled atrocious.
Amos laughed when he noticed her grossed-out expression. He walked into the bathroom and she did her best not to stare so brazenly at his penis as he went. A few seconds later, he came back and tossed a spray can of Old Spice at her.
Vicky caught the deodorant with both hands and laughed. “Thanks pal.”
He grinned at her as she sprayed herself all over to try and diffuse the scent from last night’s sweatiness. “God, why do you even live in this place? It’s so sticky.”
“Hey now,” he said, chuckling. “I don’t go around asking you why you’re from Boston.”
He had a point there.
Once she was fully dressed and cleaned as much as she could be, and Amos had thrown on some ratty old jeans and a dark blue tank top, they headed outside to greet the day and the world again.
He drove with her on the motorcycle to the Waffle House. After the bike was safely parked and their helmets were stowed away, they walked hand-in-hand inside the place. While Vicky looked over the menu, trying to figure out what flavor of waffles she was in the mood for, Amos took out his cell phone and made a call.
“We’ve got a Code W just like I expected,” he said, not even trying to hide what he was saying from her.
She looked up from the menu at him, raising her eyebrows. What was a Code W? Did it involve waffles?
“Who are you talking to?” she asked.
“Shhh,” he said back, giving her a funny little half smile.
Even when he was shushing her like an asshole, he was sexy.
He was quiet for a few moments, listening to what was said on the other end. “Mmhmm, with me. Yep. At the Waffle House on MLK.”
Vicky raised her eyebrow at him. Did he always speak in code like that when on the phone?
Amos hung up and put his phone on the table so he would have it at the ready. She hated when people did that, but it wasn’t like this breakfast was really a date, right? No, it was just a post-coital, post-cuddle outing between two strangers.
“I think I want the blueberry waffles,” she said nonchalantly, as though she hadn’t overheard his side of the weirdly cryptic conversation. “But I feel like I always want the blueberry waffles. Maybe I should get the peach ones. Those seem southern enough to suit this place.”
“My friends from NOLA Ours are stopping by here,” Amos said.
She looked at him, her blue eyes so confused. She noticed as she stared at him that his eyes weren’t green at all, but rather a strange hazel color. Mostly green, with a smidge of brown and a gold ring around his pupil.
Maybe that was why they’d appeared gold to her once!
“What are they coming here for?” she asked. “What’s Code W?”
Amos looked around to make sure that no one was nearby who could overhear them. The only other person who seemed to be there was the waitress. She was going around from table to table, cleaning things up and arranging the silverware on each table as though there was a mapped out, silverware placement grid that one must follow in order to stay a waitress at the prestigious eatery.
Mostly, she seemed bored.
Leaning in towards Vicky so the waitress would not hear them, even though she probably would not care, he explained himself. “Code W means werewolves. They’re coming to help me, help you with your situation.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What situation is that?” She was offended.
Amos shook his head. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just meant they’re going to help us with the problem with that guy who tried to kill you last night.”
“You think he will be back?”
“I know he will be back.”
Vicky leaned her back against the rigid, plastic booth. The last thing she needed was another werewolf vs. bear shifter attack on her conscience. One was enough. “How do you know?”
“Because you are imprinted,” he said matter-of-factly. “And, more importantly, because you are from the same werebear line as me. At least, I think so. But don’t worry about that. It’s not like we’re related closely or anything. We�
��re like fourth cousins twice removed or some shit like that.”
Her eyes became a bit vacant. What he was telling her didn’t make any sense! But it also made so much sense! “So… I’m a werebear, too?”
He nodded. “Yup. But don’t worry about shifting. You ain’t going to shift. Ladies just mate and, em… reproduce.”
“So I’m going to have a baby now?!”
Amos looked around, surprised and nervous about her shouting. The waitress was definitely looking at them now. She tilted her head at them.
He ducked down so his voice would be quietly contained within their booth. “Yes,” he hissed. “Most likely. That’s usually what happens after one of me mates with one of you.”
She lowered her head so she would speak softer too. She was livid. No one had told her having sex with him one time was going to make her insta-preggers! That was generally a risk when one had unprotected sex, but Amos was so agonizingly upfront and casual about it! “And when were you planning to give me this little bit of information?” she asked him.
“Today,” he said. “Just now.”
Vicky sighed. “So I have a baby bear inside me now?”
He nodded.
“And so now the werewolves are definitely going to want to kill you.”
“Oh, it’s werewolves PLURAL now??”
The waitress cleared her throat.
She was standing right there by their booth. She didn’t smile, but instead had the expression of someone who had been there too long and had heard too much in her life to ever experience anything new or interesting. “Do y’all know what you want?”
“I’ll have the peach waffles, and the Miss here will have the blueberry waffles. Thanks, hon.”
Vicky stared at him with wide eyes as the waitress took their menus back and went away to fetch their order.
“You didn’t have to order that just cos I wanted to try it,” she said.
Amos smiled at her. “I didn’t. I ordered if because I wanted it. But you can have some, if you want to try it.”
Slowly, she smiled back at him. If she had to be impregnated by a bear shifter, motorcycle club VP, werewolf hunter who lived on a bayou with no shower… at least she was with this one.