Snow White And The Three Werebears: Part One (A BBW Paranormal Menage Romance) (2 page)

“I’m sorry?” Heat rose up her chest to her face as she croaked out the words. She swallowed hard, trying to moisten her dry throat. His accent and manner of speaking were slightly old-worldly, which only added to his attractiveness.

“A..Accommodation?” she stuttered.

He smiled, his teeth sparkling white against his darkly tanned skin. Snow’s heart stuttered at that smile, and she was pretty certain that he knew exactly the effect he was having on her judging by the wicked gleam in his eyes. “My brothers and I are needing to stay here in Grizzlyville for a few nights. Two, maybe three.”

“Your brothers?” she repeated stupidly, flummoxed by the idea that there were even more of these gorgeous creatures, and they wanted to stay with
her.

“Brothers by choice, not by blood,” He explained with a grin. “Dax and Ty are over there.” He tilted his head towards the craft beer stand, where two equally large leather-clad men were sampling her friend Molly’s beer. They had their backs turned to her, but the dangerous aura of sex appeal hung around them just as much as the man standing in front of her.

Both had long, black hair that spilled around their shoulders and they were even larger than Jacob, dwarfing the other village men who were keeping a safe distance away. Judging by Molly’s spellbound expression, they were equally as compelling from the front as their brother.

She cleared her throat and dragged her attention back. “As Mrs Bridges may have explained, I have a small cabin on my farm I rent out to travellers. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like.” She named her nightly rate and he agreed, holding out his enormous hand to seal the deal.

Snow wiped her damp hand before shaking his. Her small hand was completely swallowed by his grip and she felt at once powerless and hypnotised by his touch. He was the one who pulled away eventually, a slight frown on his expression. Oh God, she’d embarrassed herself again, gripping onto him like she’d never touched a man before.
Well, you haven’t, not one like this.

“Is the cabin near your family’s home?” He asked, his head cocked to the side as he pinned her with his dark gaze. The words were casual, but there was an underlying intensity in his tone that sent a chill of alarm down her spine. Maybe having these three staying up on her farm with a lone, young woman, wasn’t so smart after all.

“It’s about 500 yards away, down the drive towards the road.” She explained slowly, wondering how she’d back out of this without looking like a complete idiot.

He looked relieved. “That’s good. We, er, like to keep to ourselves. Don’t worry,” he added seeing her frown. “You’re perfectly safe with us there. We do a kind of retreat around the full moon, and stay away from people for a few days.”

Snow’s head buzzed with a flurry of scrambled thoughts and concerns, but he picked up her hand again in his, holding it so gently like she was made of spun sugar, and said, “Thank you Snowanna-Jane. My name is Jacob. We’d love to stay on your property.”

Chapter Three

That was all it took, she realized six hours later as she sat on her deck, just one gentle touch from him and she’d have agreed to
anything.
Snow rocked gently in her swing seat and looked down at the distant cabin, lights glowing orange softly in the dark. She took a sip of her honey mead, feeling the warmth slide down her throat and bloom into her chest.

What were they doing in there now? She’d watched them earlier in the evening from behind her kitchen curtains, as they’d washed the dust off their huge motorcycles and polished the chrome so lovingly, she’d wished she’d been a damned bike.

Jacob had introduced her to Dax and Ty when she’d unlocked the cabin and handed them the keys. Both had nodded at her, but didn’t speak, their distrust of her clear.

Molly hadn’t been able to get much out of them either, though God knows she’d tried, as she’d complained bitterly to Snow as they’d packed up their market stalls.

“Shame those good looks are wasted on two such grouchy personalities.” Molly had commented, wishing Snow well with her new guests. “Mind you, with those bodies, you wouldn’t want them for their conversational skills.” She’d joked.

With Jacob she felt safe, but those other two… well, there was something very ... animalistic… about them, Snow decided. Yet they were oddly wary of her, almost jumping back when she’d brushed up past them in the doorway.

Probably just her vivid imagination, she rationalized. No surprise really – her imagination had
definitely
kicked in with these three in close proximity.

She’d spent all day fantasizing about having hot, sweaty, animal sex with all three of them.
At once
. Snow’s cheeks burned at the realization but she didn’t shy away from it.
No harm in a little wishful thinking.

They’re probably all gay, anyway. Why else would three guys all want a single room to “retreat” in?
She sighed, rocking the swing with her bare leg. The summer night air was warm and humid, heavy with the scent of jasmine that wrapped around her like a sensuous blanket. She wore only a tiny, silk nightie that barely skimmed her butt cheeks – it was too hot for much else.

She wondered what the biker brothers wore to bed. Probably nothing, she mused, her heart going into overdrive. Jacob had explained they wouldn’t be coming out much over the next couple of days. “Probably they’re not
out
at all. It’ll be a biker orgy behind closed doors. What a shame for womankind.” Snow giggled to herself, and took another sip of her honey mead. Warmth from the mead slid down her throat and expanded out through her body, relaxing her muscles and normally-frantic mind.

The mead’s magic wended its way down to her throbbing pussy. Oh God, it’d had been too long since she’d enjoyed the feel of a hard cock.
Three years
the devil on her shoulder whispered.
So why don’t you go down there and do something about it?

Snow tossed back the last of her mead and stood up on slightly wobbly legs. “Whoa there.” she muttered, grabbing onto the deck railing. “If you’re gonna seduce these guys, you’re gonna have to remain upright. At least for a bit.”
She giggled hysterically at her own joke, then burst into a fit of hiccups. Damn, that honey mead was stronger than her last batch.

Wending her way down to the cabin proved trickier that she’d expected. It was now pitch dark, she couldn’t see a thing, and her gravel driveway was painful to walk on in bare feet.
Stupid. Shoulda warn shoes,
she admonished herself but it was too late. She was halfway down and wasn’t turning back now.

“Ouch!” she yelped when a sharp stone pierced her heel. Instantly the door of the cabin was thrown open and she made out the blur of an enormous man bearing down towards her.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” He barked, as he scooped her up into his arms, like she weighed no more than a feather.

“I’m, uh…” Words failed her as her raging hormones realized that he was shirtless, his buff muscles playing underneath her hands as she held pressed them against his warm, hard chest. It was Ty, the quiet one, as she’d labeled him but he wasn’t quiet now – his chest rumbled and he almost growled admonishments at her as he strode swiftly towards the cabin.

“It’s full moon. There are dangerous, wild animals over there in the forest. And you’re tiptoeing around defenseless in the dark.”

“S’not wilderness,” she argued. “It’s my land. And I wasn’t tiptoeing.” She added mutinously, leaning her head against his chest so she could listen to the heavy beat of his heart. It was like a siren’s call to her, that heartbeat, and another ripple of desire washed over her as she breathed in his musky scent of pine and leather. He shifted her away from him while still cradling her, just giving some space between his torso and her barely covered body.

“Dangerous animals don’t read signs.” He stated gruffly. “And trust me darlin’, there are plenty of things out here in the dark you don’t wanna come across.”

“Wanna bet?” Snow retorted, giving him what she hoped was a come-hither smile as she peered up into his shadowed face. His frowned down at her, his black brows drawn across his ebony eyes in a very intimidating manner. She should be scared, she told herself, taunting an enormous, strange man like this. He could hurt her … or worse. Yet she felt safe and protected in his arms, despite the glowering glare directed at her.

He didn’t speak again until he pushed open the cabin door with his foot and dropped her to her feet on the wooden floor.

Jacob was sitting leaning against the tiny kitchen bench, his arms crossed over his chest, a worried expression on his GQ-handsome face. He was shirtless too, she noticed immediately, her eyes glued to the heavy tattoos that ran down both huge arms in a pattern that looked almost like claw marks. Ty had them too she realized as she blinked in the brightly lit room, taking in his darker skinned torso.

The cabin was tiny, just one main room with a couch, small kitchen area and double bed, and a modest ensuite. The size of the two men made it feel even smaller, she realized. In fact, they made
her
feel smaller too. She’d always been teased about her weight – being called bumble-bee body and other cruel taunts, but standing between these two titans, she felt positively petite. It was
awesome
.
And a turn-on.

Snow swallowed and attempted to break the awkward silence. “Sorry to interrupt.” She directed the comment at Jacob who shook his head.

“You had been warned to stay inside.”

“So your beefcake brother here told me.” Snow giggled and then hiccupped again. Damn that mead was really helping with her usual social anxiety. “But I wanted to come visit you guys.”

Jacob’s frown grew even darker and he stepped forward towards her. Snow instinctively took a step back and collided with Ty’s immoveable frame. Her heart stuttered again at the contact and a trickle of fear broke through her tipsy brain.

“You’re meant to be the friendly one.” She teased Jacob, hoping to disarm him with a bit of banter and a big smile.

It didn’t work.

“We need to get you out of here right now.” He replied, grabbing her by the upper arm and turning her around so she was sandwiched between the two men.

Ty gave a quick shake of his head and nodded towards the door. “Too late. He’s outside now prowling around.”

“Who’s outside?” Snow demanded.

Both men looked down at her but didn’t answer. A deep growl echoed outside, sending a chill of utter dread down her spine. “What the hell was that?” she whispered. “I’ve never heard any animal sound like that before.”

“It wasn’t an animal. It was Dax.” Jacob stated baldly.

Snow blinked. “You’ll be telling me next he’s a werebear.” The joke fell flat. More silence, more meaningful looks. Frustrated, Snow slipped past them and flung open the door.

“Oh for goodness sake, there’s no such-“, Snow stopped in shock, as her addled brain registered the enormous grizzly bear that paused mid-prowl on the lawn at the bottom of the stairs. It stood perfectly still and though it remained on all four paws, its shoulder height was taller than Snow. Its brown eyes eerily reflected the moonlight, and drilled into hers as she stood fixed to the spot by sheer terror.

Jacob heaved a sigh from behind her, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. “And that’s what we were trying to tell you.”

Chapter Four

Snow tried to answer, but words completely failed her. She couldn’t even breathe and her legs began to buckle.

Ty swore and scooped her up again in his arms. “Good one, Dax.” He snarled over his shoulder at the bear and carried her into the bedroom where he gently laid her on the bed.

Snow scrambled back and held the pillow in front of her like a shield. “You just spoke to ... it… as if it understood.”

“He does.” Ty nodded, standing over her like a giant statue, arms crossed over his chest. His face was expressionless and for some odd reason, his straightforward, “no shitting around” approach, calmed the rising panic in her. “In bear form he can’t speak words, obviously. But he understands. He’s still human, just in a different form.”

Snow shook her head in wonderment. She could hear Jacob on the front porch direct the bear in deep, low tones …. She couldn’t quite bring herself to refer to it as “Dax” nor could she make out what was being said, but eventually Jacob joined them in the bedroom.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Jacob sat down on the bed which dipped alarmingly under his enormous frame. He picked up her damp hand and clasped it between his. “I’m sorry you’ve had such a scare.”

Tingles of awareness incredibly began surging down her again. She’d just had the fright of her life, discovered that werebears really did exist, and here she was getting turned on by this man’s touch? What the hell was happening to her?

“Fear can be a great aphrodisiac.” Jacob replied, as if reading her mind. “But the honey mead in your system calls to the beast within us. And in you, too, Snow.”

“Us?” she whispered, looking frantically from one man to the other. “You’re both bears? Like Dax?” she crossed her arms protectively over her generous breasts. “And I’m no werebear!” she denied hotly. “Why, I’ve never even seen a real bear up close … until now.”