Breakwater: Rick (BBW Bad Boy Space Bear Shifter Romance) (Star Bears Book 2) (183 page)

Leaving Sven and Helmut in the dust, I kept running forward. My hands and feet were paws. My nose was on the end of a long snout. My tongue hung out the side of my mouth. As I sliced through the still night air, I felt my tail behind me, twitching to help keep me balanced.

Men and women, most still in the process of undressing, dove out of my way. When I got to the edge of the village square, I looked back on everyone. They all looked too tall, ponderously balanced on two legs. I lifted my mouth and howled to the night sky.

Helmut’s jaw dropped. Sven wore a huge grin.

I spun around, dashing off between two big buildings. A white picket fence surrounded a garden up ahead. I bunched up my hind legs and planted them out in front of me, springing high up into the air to clear the white boards.

My paws slipped sideways and I sprawled out midair, crashing through the picket fence. Five of the pickets snapped in half as I slammed through them. Countless tomato plants were squished as I rolled back onto my feet and kept running. The air rushing into my lungs was invigorating.

Howls from behind me told me that the Pack was following. With incredible speed, Helmut was next to me, his sleek brown fur hanging in a shaggy coat off his lithe wolf body.

With a nip, he tagged my hip and bolted off in a different direction. I followed him through the underbrush and across downed tree limbs. I didn’t know where he was leading us, but he was running with a purpose.

I came up to the glade, encircled by the twelve ancient trees. Older than any of the Pack’s stories, they’ve looked on in witness of every sacred Pack ritual. Tonight would be another.

I Shifted, feeling parts of my body reshape and morph. The rest of the Pack sauntered in, Shifting as we filled the sacred glade. High above the moon shone down on us, illuminating our naked bodies with a soft blue glow.

On the other side of the glade, Helga, Klaus and Kraven huddled together. She was blessing Kraven for the combat, urging him to victory. I heard her mention Luka’s name, and that got him very angry. She held his hands in her own.

Clarissa and Sven walked up to me.

“You’ve got this,” I said. I spat on the ground, my eyes locked onto Klaus’ across the glade. In that moment we were mirror images of one another. We’d both be sending men very dear to us into battle. One of them may die.
 

“He looks big,” Clarissa said. “Be careful, Sven.”

“Oh Clarissa, you haven’t seen big yet,” Sven said, winking. His black tribal tattoos criss-crossed like spiderwebs down his back, arms, and legs. His white scars interrupted them in certain spots, breaking their dark lines.

“I challenge you, Helmut!” Klaus yelled from across the glade. “The shame ends now!” He shook with rage, his face beet red.

“How do you want to do this, Kraven?” Sven said, walking into the center of the glade. He rolled his shoulders, stretching his arms.

“Full form,” Kraven said, walking out into the middle of the glade. “You’re going to pay for what you did to my father.”

“Your mother has poisoned your mind,” Sven said. “Let these be the last words between us.”

In a horrifying blur, Kraven ran towards Sven. He became taller, broader, covered in fur. He became the wolf man of nightmares: nine feet tall of hulking muscles, claws and two inch canines. He held his claws low and pounced to land on Sven.

Sven sidestepped at the last minute, throwing a jab that struck Kraven in the ribs. He bent half backwards to avoid a huge sweeping claw. He spun of out of the way of a massive foot that tried to stomp him.

Kraven howled in frustration and leapt again, his arms coming down to pin Sven in the middle. Claws aiming for Sven’s neck, his fingers were stopped mere inches away.

Sven had Shifted instantly, his clawed hands grabbing Kraven’s wrists. Sven’s body was covered in a light tan fur, missing in long streaks down his arms and legs. His tattoos moved under his fur like a shadow, dark shapes appearing when he moved to and fro.

Kraven kicked savagely, a battering ram to Sven’s solar plexus.
 

Sven flew backwards, his chest heaving in the struggle to take in each breath. He rolled over and got to his feet, just in time to duck away from Kraven’s jaws.

Kraven threw a wild raking claw, swinging from below with reckless abandon. His claws found their target in Sven’s ribs, puncturing through skin, bone, and flesh.

Helga cheered as her son struck home. Kraven just looked at me, relishing in the moment.

Clarissa screamed, burying her face in my chest.

“Don’t turn away,” I said.

Tears streaming down her face, she turned back around in time to see Sven raise an arm to protect his face.

Kraven’s huge jaws snapped down on Sven’s forearm. Blood sprayed everywhere, Sven’s tan fur now dark and matted with his blood. Kraven swung his free hand to slash at Sven’s face.

The arm trapped in Kraven’s mouth jerked to the side, intercepting the blow. In a single swift motion, Sven’s free hand shot upward, smashing into Kraven’s exposed neck with the force of a freight train. Sven pulled his claw out and a deluge of Kraven’s blood spilled between them.

Kraven’s features softened, his eyes losing their lucidity. His jaw slackened, releasing Sven’s arm. He sank to his knees, his hand going to his opened neck.

Helga screamed. Klaus sank to his knees, staring at the dying form of his brother.

Sven pulled Kraven’s claws from his side and turned around. He stumbled three steps before collapsing onto the grass. He Shifted back into human form.

“The Challenge is over!” I said, my voice carrying across the clearing.

Clarissa and I bolted into the glade, running over to kneel down next to Sven.

“Oh God, oh God,” she said, cradling his head in her lap.

His arm was badly mangled, sinew and muscle strewn about. Blood pumped out in long pulses. The hole in his ribs was also leaking red onto the grass underneath him.

“Don’t fret, Clarissa. He’s seen worse,” I said, squatting down. I put my hand on her shoulder and on his chest. “I’m proud of you both.”

“He’s dying!” she said sternly, her face twisted with worry.

“Sven, would you stop with the dramatics?” I growled.

Sven’s lips curled up in a smile. Already his arm was beginning to knit, the flesh pulling together to right itself. The hole in his side would take a little longer to heal. No silver had been used, so fatal wounds were unlikely. Scars were certain, but the honor and integrity of the Pack would be preserved.

Clarissa kissed Sven on the lips, then slapped him painfully on the chest. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again!”

“Mercy! Mercy!” he said, trying to defend himself from her attacks.

Across the glade, Helga and Klaus were kneeling down next to Kraven. Back in human form, Kraven’s chest was rising and falling. I stood and walked over to them.

“He fought well,” I said. Diplomacy was sometimes the sharpest blade.
 

“What would you know of it?” Helga said, spitting on the ground near me. “You’ve won tonight, true, but this doesn’t absolve your failures. They will haunt you all your nights!”

“You and your whore will be the doom of this Pack,” Klaus said, helping his brother up.
 

“It brings me no joy, but tradition dictates that the losers are banished. Your names will be struck from the histories. Go in peace,” I said, offering them my hand.

The two of them looked at my hand like it was a poisonous serpent. Carrying Kraven between them, they stumbled out of the glade, heading back to the village to pack up their things.

I heard footsteps behind me.

“You have a knack for winning people over,” Sven said, wheezing. He leaned on Clarissa for support. “God damn he had a nasty bite. I nearly pissed myself when he went down to the bone.”

“Always with the jokes,” I said. “This isn’t the time.”

“He’s just trying to lighten the mood. Lay off him,” Clarissa said to me.

“This isn’t the time!” I said. “That won’t be the last we see of them. Damnit.”

I watched Helmut walk off, leaving Sven and I in the glade. The rest of the village folk followed suit.
 

Men! So temperamental and mysterious! I wondered if the world would end if one would talk about his feelings just once.

“Let’s go back to the village,” I said.

“Excellent idea,” Sven said. He stood up straight and was able to walk, despite his injuries. “Just go slow, please.”

“Of course.” I reached out and took his hand in mine. We walked back to the village, ducking under branches and around bushes. Walking up the steps to the longhouse, Sven paused.

“He’s under a lot of stress,” he said. “He’s got a lot on his mind.”

“He doesn’t have to take it all on alone,” I said.

“Some people are just like that. They only thing they know is how to carry burdens alone. I’ve known him since we were crawling on the ground, and that’s just how he is,” Sven said, scratching his chin. “Just…just go easy on him.”

“You think I’m going to go easy on either of you tonight?” I said, a mischievous smile alighting my lips.

Sven pulled me close, kissing me hard. His manhood pressed against me, hot and eager.

I kissed him back, our mouths pressed together. Something about the stress and relief of the evening came over me. After such an ordeal, I needed something simple. Something for me.

I pushed him backwards, up the steps and against the double doors. They opened behind him, and we entered the longhouse, bodies pressed together. A fire was roaring in the fireplace.

Helmut stood in front of it, naked like we all were. A glass of whiskey in his hand, he looked into the fire. Between us, the large table ran down the length of the room.

I stopped kissing Sven and walked towards Helmut.

“I think it’s time for a proper celebration, my dear Alpha,” I said, stepping onto the chair and crawling across the table. I reached out and ran my nails down his back. “Don’t you?”

“Mmmm,” he said, his head dipping down. He took another drink from his glass and turned around. “I think you might be right.”

“When will you learn, Helmut?” Sven said, coming to join us. “She’s always right.”

Helmut took another drink and pressed his lips to mine. My lips parted and the burn of whiskey assailed my mouth, scorching my throat as it went down. His hands cupped my breasts. From behind I felt Sven run his hands up my inner thigh.

“I’m still hungry for you, my Grace,” Sven said, bending
 
across the table to kiss the back of my calf. “I’m afraid the battle only heightened my appetite.”

All I could do was moan as these two men put their mouths on my body. I reached down to grab Helmut’s prick, his thick sausage growing larger with each lustful second we pressed our bodies together.

“Lie down,” Helmut said, his golden eyes looking down at me. That voice, oh God that voice! I felt myself getting wetter with each word.

I obeyed, lying down on the table. I opened my legs, letting the men enjoy the full aroma of my arousal, my need for them. Their Grace, a bitch in heat for them to take.

Sven lay down on the table alongside me, his mouth attending to my wet slit. “You taste so incredible. You’re amazing. I can taste your need, Clarissa.”

Helmut looked down at my open legs, at his Seneschal dutifully licking me. He growled, deep and low, his cock almost fully erect. He bent down, his face next to Sven’s, and he too began licking me.

I cried out in ecstasy. Two faces, pressed cheek to cheek, between my legs. Their tongues attacked my quivering sex, giving me no respite. My clit and folds were pressed, licked, and sucked. Each man was desperate to taste me, to savor my need. No drop of my juices escaped their hunting mouths. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I cried.

“Mmmhmmmnnn,” Sven mumbled against my pussy. He fiendishly sucked on my clit, trapping it between his lips while Helmut’s tongue dipped inside me. I felt a finger softly stroke my asshole.

The warmth from the roaring fire spread through my soul as I exploded in orgasm. My legs shook violently and I flooded the mouths of these two men with my my juices They lapped them up eagerly.