Riding Me Bear: (BBW Biker Mail Order Bride Group Shape Shifter Paranormal Romance) (Shifty Singles Book 5) (4 page)

I jumped up from where I was kneeling. “I’m sorry! I did do more, but Drake wasn’t happy, so he asked…”

Blake just laughed. “Say no more. Here, let me give you a hand.”

“You…you don’t have to do that,” I said.

“It’s the least I could do to make up for my asshole brother,” he said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “He doesn’t mean anything by it. I think he’s actually a bit smitten. Which just makes him more…him.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Hah, yeah. It doesn’t make him very popular with the ladies, I can say that.”

“I’ll say. I’m not quite so interested in
that
brother.” Oh jesus christ, did I really just say that?

Blake just laughed. “Is that so?”

In for a penny… “You could say that.”

“I’m pretty sure you just did.”

“I have my tastes.”

“You should be careful,” he said, still smiling, but with his eyes narrowing somewhat seriously. I had no idea how serious it was.

In for a pound… “Oh, I can take care of myself,” I said, reaching out and brushing his arm.

His hand shot up light lightning wrapping around my wrist and pulling me close. His other hand held me by the back of my neck as he spun me onto my back on the bed. Twice in one day by two men…jeez.

Blake growled at me, smiling, those fearsome canines seemingly longer than before.  “Maybe I’d like to have a plaything for the next few months.” The hand on the back of my neck slid around until it was wrapped around my throat—only, with Blake I didn’t feel threatened.

Pound for pound… “Maybe I’d like to be a plaything.”

He licked his lips then curled them away, covering his teeth. His grin receded as he sat back up. And all I wanted was for him to stay on top of me, pressing me down, taking me…

“You should get back to work,” he said.

Don’t give him the satisfaction. “I guess I should.”

His eyes were hungry as he backed out of the room and closed the door.

And
that
, ladies and gentlemen, was my absolutely unreal introduction to the brothers Blake and Drake. Of course, the intensity only ratcheted up from there.

I’m still not sure what ended up happening behind the scenes—if they ever discussed their feelings about me with each other, but
I
at least knew what was up. I knew that they both had the hots for me, but that they were both reticent to do anything about it.

Drake seemed to make a point of appearing in rooms with me when he knew Blake wouldn’t be around for a while. I went from dreading those appearances of his, when he’d shake me to the bones with his booming baritone and perhaps undo a bit of my work in an attempt to put me in my place. He always stood close to me, towering, or with his hands on me, powerful and strong—his way of outwardly asserting some sort of absurd dominance, though I feel that I knew the truth behind those actions. He’d stand just a little closer than was necessary, or touch me a little longer than made sense.

That was my chance to mess with him right back. If he put a hand on my shoulder, I’d just put my hand on top of his, rubbing it gently, talking in a soft voice and coaxing him. It was plain as day that all he really wanted was to throw me down on the bed and fuck my brains out right then. Whether out of respect for his brother’s own crush, or for the pristine state of his precious lodge’s rooms, he never did. I, on the other hand, made it my personal mission to provoke him into taking me—hard and without restraint.

And, well, I may have held the same mission for Blake as well. Dropping my chips on black
and
red, ya know?  If I was going to be stuck up on this mountain for the next few, cold months, I wanted to get some fun out of it. While Drake was tied up in some strange pseudo-pretention, Blake seemed to hold himself back on a sense of propriety, not wanting to interfere with an employee.

He didn’t help himself, though, by always seeming to show up right after his brother, there to check in on me and make sure Drake hadn’t been altogether
too
mean.  And I appreciated every second, making sure he’d sit down with me, and perhaps playing up how affected I was by Drake. I’d rest my head on his firm, muscled shoulder and feel his warmth, running my fingernails up and down his thighs.

The first guests were due to arrive on Friday evening and we finished early on Wednesday afternoon. Drake had driven into town to pick up a few last minute items and Blake and I sat in the bar downstairs, knocking back a few tasty drinks and letting our flirting get a bit out of hand for the first time since that first day on the bed.

I told him I wanted to take a walk and asked him to show me around some of the forest trails around the lodge. He suggested we take a walk over to a stream that ran down along the side of the mountain.

As we walked along, slowly our finger bumped against each other and then they intertwined. Suddenly, we were holding hands. My hand looked almost like a doll’s in his meaty fist. When we got to the stream, I rested my head against his forearm until it was almost as if I could feel the anticipation sparking off of his flesh.

I wrapped my arms around his and pulled him down until he finally bent to my will and brought his face close to mine. This sexy mountain man’s lips were just a breath away from mine—literally—and I could barely stand it.

Just a touch—one touch—from those lips and I’d be undone. I knew it, I was sure, absolutely certain. One touch, one kiss…

CRRAGGSSSHHH

A tree behind us seemingly exploded and Blake instinctively covered me with his arms.

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER!”

That…that sounded like Drake.

“You know damn well that it’s
my
bear that’s been calling out to mate with her!” Blake had released me, moving me over to the side so he could face his brother, who I could now see clearly.

“You don’t get a say, Drake,” my bold protector proclaimed. “You’ve been an asshole to her for two weeks now. Go back to the house. She’s mine to mate with.”

Mate?
Did I hear that right?

“I’ll tear your fucking throat out,” Drake growled. He was…changing. Somehow. At first it was imperceptible and I swore that my eyes were playing tricks on me.  “You know how important this is to me. You know this is the first time for me.  You know…you know how I feel about her!” What? What did he just say? I felt a flutter in my stomach.

Blake took a step to the side farther away from me as I noticed the same strange aura surrounding his body as well. His arms bulked and rounded and the hair began to thicken. His back rounded and he fell forward onto his knuckles. He roared—swear to god,
roared
—at Drake. “You can’t just have what you want! You have to treat people right—and I’ll protect her from you as long as I have too.” And now that flutter began an utter churning storm.

Drake fell forward as well, and in moments their faces were changing elongating, growing snouts, and their whole bodies filled up against their clothing until they shredded into pieces around them.

They were
bears!
Werebears!

They charged at each other across the small clearing and collided with the full force of their bodies, exploding the air between them with the force of their attack and the energy of their roars.

Blake caught Drake across the jaw with a well placed swat, then swept under to bowl him over. But pound for pound, Drake was the stronger fighter, even if Blake was the better. Blake landed quicker, more accurate assaults, but when Drake hit, he hit hard, stunning Blake and sending him backwards against a tree, splintering the trunk.

So, dear reader, that is how I ended up with two men for whom I’d developed some serious attraction, if not affection fighting brutally over me. One to claim me, one to protect me—and frankly, I’m not sure which is hotter. But it was all quite endearing in a heart-stopping sort of way.

“Stop!” I cried out. I didn’t want them to hurt each other. I hadn’t had time to digest the supernatural insanity of what I was witnessing. All I saw and understood was that two men I had grown to care about were close to ripping each others’ heads off, and I was the only one who could stop it.

“Stop it!” I tried again, to no avail. They wouldn’t listen. I had only one option left to me. I needed to place myself between them. At the time, there was no way I could’ve known if they had full control of their emotional or intellectual faculties while in that form—as far as I could tell, they were just two bears, duking it out in the forest. I was an idiot to think I could stop them. A lucky idiot, as it turns out.

“I said fucking stop!” As their latest two attacks sent them both tumbling away from each other, I raced to stand in-between their two bodies and threw my arms out to both sides. “Please!”

The bears on either side of me composed themselves and fell to all fours, snarling as they padded slowly towards me, teeth bared. Their eyes betrayed little of the humanity held inside of them and as their noses pressed against my hands, I was certain that I was going to be devoured then and there.

I had no idea how right I was.

“Please, can’t we just…all have fun together,” I suggested. “You don’t need to fight. And I don’t need to choose. If that’s okay with you.”

Their bear faces turned up a little and I thought I read confusion in them. They slowly moved around so that they were both facing me, and sat up on their back legs so that they towered terrifyingly over my tiny frame.

“It’s a couple of months. It’s just some fun, right?”

The brother bears looked at each other and as imperceptibly as they had turned into bears, they slowly returned to human form until their two ruggedly handsome faces were finally staring at me.

“I don’t think you really understand the situation here,” said Blake.

“I didn’t realize I was missing something,” I said. “Except the…bear thing, I suppose.”

“You suppose?” Drake chuckled.

“We’re not just men,” Blake began. “We have this bear inside of us. It controls some aspects of our lives, and we’re always fighting to stay in control. It’s part of why we had to quit the City. It was getting harder and harder to control ourselves. And wild bears roaming around Central Park tend to get noticed.”

“And when we take a mate,” said Drake, “we take them for life.”

“Soooo, this isn’t just fun for you guys,” I asked, a bit sheepishly I must admit.

“Well, no,” said Blake. “That’s why we’ve been going so slowly. We’re not insensitive to all the incredible sexual tension these last couple weeks, but we can’t act on it.” He paused for a moment and seemed to gather up a bit of courage. “I was hoping that maybe, by the time the season was over, you might fall in love. Then I could reveal everything to you, and we could be together.”

I shook my head, mildly confused. “Wait, are you saying that
you’re
in love with me?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s not the only one,” said Drake, his face softer than I’d ever seen it.

“How is that possible,” I asked. “You barely know me.”

“I know everything I need to know about you. When you live at the edge of human and animal like we do, you learn how to follow your instincts—and I knew from the moment I saw you walk in that door that I was going to love you.”

“But we can’t both love you,” said Drake, sadly. Where had all of this sudden sensitivity come from?

That’s when I decided to take a leap. A giant, life changing, totally insane leap. “Why not?”

They looked at me, stunned, wordless. I didn’t want to give them a chance to protest, so I reached out both my hands and ran then through the brothers’ hair. I pulled Blake forward first, pressing my lips to his. They were soft and warm and it was like he melted right into me.

If forced myself to break away, though, and turned to Drake pulling his face towards mine, watching until the very last moment as all the hardness of his face was gone and his expression became one of peaceful anticipation. Our lips met like fireworks. His stubble scratched against my chin and as I gasped in pleasure he moved his tongue inside my mouth, teasing against mine in slow circles.

I switched back to Blake, kissing him deeply, our tongues snaking smoothly against each other. I kept my hands on the back of their heads, digging my nails in to them in a pleasured agony.

Drake grabbed fistfuls of my blouse and tore it apart in his hands, baring my chest to the cool afternoon air. He dove down, engulf one whole breast in his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue as he massaged my other side with a free hand.

Blake’s hands began to travel southwards from where they had been tenderly cupping my face. He ran his hands down along my waists, holding my strongly until he reached my pussy. There, his fingers went to work, rubbing my clit to a fevered ecstasy.  I had already been a bit wet just from watching these two naked men with the big, thick cocks fighting in front of me.

I was absolutely dripping now, and Blake took advantage of this, working his fingers inside of me. First one, then two giant fingers, thrust inside of me down to the last knuckle. Blake’s cock began to harden and the head brushed against my leg as it rose along my flesh.