A Bear In the Honey (BBW Unintentional Mail-Order-Bride Paranormal Shifter Romance) Read online

  “You don’t say,” he said calmly with an arched eyebrow. “Is there anything I can do?”

  “Well, for starters, take the smoker and douse yourself and your gear with smoke before cracking open a hive. It may not make a difference, but it can’t hurt. All in all, your hives appear to be quite healthy; it’s just that the bees don’t like you, for lack of a better expression. And unhappy, nervous bees are unproductive bees, making them more likely to swarm. I’m sorry I can’t say more, but again, I’ve never seen anything like it. I’m as confounded as you are.”

  We talked a little while longer, and we both agreed that I would return every two or three days to work his bees for him to see if they would improve; he only had four hives, and I lived about fifteen miles away, so it was no problem for me to come check on them. I was curious to see if the bees would start making more brood and honey if there was a set of hands in their hives they didn’t positively abhor. Of course, having the opportunity to meet up with the sexy stranger yet again sealed the deal, at least in my mind. I was thrilled just being in his presence.

  ****

  Sebastian

  As if her curvy, voluptuous body wasn’t bad enough—all I wanted was to rip off her clothes and fuck her hard and fast—but then she had to call out my bear on top of it all. I’ve never seen anything like it! She was so thorough and professional, the way she handled my bees, and then how quickly her powers of observation detected me as the culprit! Clearly, not only was Sara beautiful, but she was a beautiful genius, too, a hard combination to come by! I could only imagine what it would be like if she were my mate…if she were the one to attend to my bees and give birth to our cubs. Oh, she was perfect! She was everything a bear could ever wish for. I had to have her…but how? Thank God she was coming back. Waiting for her to return literally caused me pain in my heart and stomach.

  ****

  Sara

  I would have done anything to wrap myself around Sebastian’s thickly-muscled body and have him inside of me! It killed that I couldn’t have him. After several trips out to work with his bees I learned he was single. And I got the distinct impression that he was into me almost as much as I was into him. Maybe he would have asked me out if we hadn’t agreed he not get into the bee yard as often—we both thought it the best for the bees, but it limited our time to chat. I was left alone to work while he had other forestry-related duties to attend to in the woods behind his house.

  The only time I got the impression he might ask me out was when Jim happened to call me right at the moment when he started to say, “Sara, I’ve been meaning to a—“

  Of all the rotten times to get a phone call! I tried to excuse myself, and apologized for taking the call, but Goddamnit if Sebastian declined to say what was on his mind after that. And from that point on he turned cold. Had he been merely leading me on all this time? It really hurt. I didn’t know what I did, all I knew was I wanted him to be friendly and flirtatious towards me once again.

  Three weeks passed after that incident, and I was finally coming to terms with the fact that he had given up on pursuing me. Our exchanges became curt and professional, although I sensed he was holding something back. Nevertheless, I soldiered on, determined to get his bees ready for the second honey flow of the year because they bombed the first.

  One morning, as I was driving to Sebastian’s, I noted an increased amount of bear activity. I saw three bears on the dirt road leading to his driveway. It was exciting. They all stopped to look at me, and I got out my cameral to take a picture. They were so cute! At least that’s what I thought initially.

  Because later on that day, while Sebastian was off in the woods and I was alone in the bee yard working, two bears came ambling into his yard.

  At first, I didn’t give much notice. They were about a hundred yards off and non-threatening. I knew bears rarely attacked people, and I was busy with my own tasks, so I ignored them.

  But when they started walking directly towards me I started to become afraid. I hollered and yelled and waved my arms about, I even threw a few rocks at them. But they continued towards me, undeterred.

  That kind of behavior is very unusual, and I knew from my wildlife management training back in college that if a bear approaches you, you should be very worried. A human has zero chance of outrunning a bear or fighting it off.

  I backed away, positioning myself such that the hives were between me and the bears. I cried out for Sebastian, hoping he was near and had a gun. I figured I was in for it.

  “Sebastian!” I screamed wildly.

  Just then one of the bears charged forth, jumping over a beehive and tipping it over in the process. I screamed again as the bear collided and knocked me to the ground.

  It hovered over me menacingly, straddling me with its forelegs as if it was going to devour me.

  “Help!! Sebastian, help!!” I shrieked with all the power I could muster.

  “Hey!!” I heard Sebastian’s deep voice bellow a second later. “Get off her!!”

  The two bears turned to look around to see Sebastian racing forth.

  And then the unthinkable happened: In full tilt, Sebastian himself turned into a bear!

  I screeched yet again as he came rushing forth, this time in bear form. As if in slow motion, I watched as he leapt through the air and came crashing into the bear standing over me, taking the attacking bear’s head into his front paws just as they hit the ground in a cloud of debris and flying rocks.

  I heard the sickening ‘crunch!’ of the one bear’s neck snapping in half as they tumbled over the ground, coming to rest at the base of a tree. A second later Sebastian was on his feet and racing towards the other bear, but apparently it had already known it was overpowered and took off running. But Sebastian continued to chase, and once he caught up the other he gave him such a ferocious blow to the hindquarter that bad bear bellowed in pain.

  After he had done his damage Sebastian loped back towards me and returned to his human form.

  “Sara, I’m so sorry. Please let me explain,” he panted, trying to catch his breath.

  I was freaked out, to say the least, and I instinctively scuttled away from him.

  “Sara! I won’t hurt you! I promise,” he announced as he registered my fear of him. He stopped in his tracks, not wanting to alarm me further.

  “W- what the fuck happened?” I breathed. “What are you?”

  He knelt down onto his knees, not drawing any nearer. “Sara I’m sorry. I’m sorry for calling you out here. I shouldn’t have. My clan has rules against bringing humans to our sacred woods. I only wanted help with my bees; really, it’s the truth. But when I first heard your alluring voice message, I was intrigued. And then when saw you for the first time, all of my better judgment went out the window. I should have never encouraged you to come out here. I should have known the others like me would have wanted you as I did. I’m sorry for putting you in danger.”

  I didn’t know what to say, but my sex pulsed when he alluded to wanting me. I instantly forgot all about the fearful events of the previous few minutes.

  “What do you mean by ‘want’?”

  “Er…well. You know. Want you. Like how a man wants a woman.”

  I gulped. Did he just say what I thought he did? I got up, dusted myself off, restacked his beehive, and walked over to him.

  “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me you wanted me?”

  He looked confused for a minute and said, “Well…I tried. One day. But as I was trying to ask you out your phone interrupted me. A man called, and you set up a dinner date. I figured you were already in a relationship, or were in the process of getting one off the ground.”

  “Oh Sebastian! That was Jim Thompson, the old-timer I told you about from the Beekeepers Association. We were setting up a dinner date to go over some financials! I’m a single woman. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you.”

  Our eyes burned into each other for a long, smoldering minute. Then he said,
“I’ve wanted to fuck you, too, since the moment we met.”

  He got up off his knees, and I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he meant what he said. By this time I had removed the veil and protective jacket, and all that was covering my hard, erect nipples was a thin cotton t-shirt soaked with sweat. I’m sure Sebastian could see through it to my huge, overflowing breasts.

  “Can we go inside and shower?” I asked.

  Silently he walked towards me, took my hand in his, and led me into his house. We showered sensually, each bathing the other with slow, erotic caresses. When we were through, he brought me to his bedroom, naked.

  “Are you going to kiss me,” I purred, looking lovingly into his mesmerizing eyes. I knew he wanted to, his body told me, but he was stalling.

  “You know I do, but…but you’ve just been through a lot. I don’t know if—“

  “Oh just fucking fuck me already,” I smiled playfully. “I’m not a little girl.”

  In one swift move he had me pinned to the bed, his rock hard dick pushing into my wet opening. I yelped softly and bit my lip as he showered my body with kisses and flicked his tongue against my neck, breasts and nipples. Then with a strong, demanding hand he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back forcefully, exposing my neck even more and causing my mouth to open. He devoured my mouth and neck, sending shock waves of pleasure blooming through every inch of my body, before moving down to my rock-hard, heaving pebbles.

  “Oh God,” I moaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

  “On the contrary, I think I have a pretty good idea,” he breathed. “I’ve wanted to fuck some bear cubs into you from the moment I first met you.”

  “Oh yeah?” I queried teasingly, my one hand groping his cut straps of muscles while my other gently closed around his massive, pulsing dick. “That sounds delicious. Fuck some little cubs into me, then.”

  “Oh Sara, I love you,” his words slipped out naturally, sincerely, as his lips claimed my breast and nipple. I moaned, spreading my legs and rubbing my pussy against his raging cock.

  He must have been getting too aroused, too close to cumming, because with an exasperated groan he moved his penis away from my vagina and brought his tongue to my warm, wet folds. I instinctively spread my legs wide to take his tongue inside, and I moved a hand down to play with my throbbing pearl. But soon his nose pushed my fingers away so his tongue could greedily take over massaging my clit.

  “Oh God yeah,” I whined. I wanted to come so badly. But I wanted to come with him, I wanted to come at the same time he came into me. I held back, but it was an excruciating amount of pleasure as he kissed and sucked and licked every square millimeter of my delectable pussy.

  “Ah fuck! Fucking fuck me, please,” I begged as I writhed beneath him. I needed his massiveness to fill me completely, to make me feel like a woman. But a moment later he so tortured my clit with is tongue while entering me with two fingers that I couldn’t possibly hold back any longer. I clenched the bed sheets tightly in my hands, arched my back, and came explosively in his mouth—there was nothing else I could do, it was simply too much. I wailed like a wild animal.

  “Mmm… you like that, huh,” Sebastian said as he lapped up my juices. “Well then you’re really going to enjoy what’s coming next.” His devilish smile sent chills through my body. He peppered my sensitive pussy with kisses, then moved to my inner thighs, back to my pussy, then up my stomach, to my breast and nipples, and then finally settling on my lips. The moment his mouth met mine, his cock bumped up against the entrance to my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, took his huge cock into my little hand, and guided him in.

  “Oh yeah!” I wailed as he entered deeply and smoothly. The pleasure was almost too much to bear (no pun intended).

  And from the sounds of him moaning and groaning, my tight little pussy around his massiveness was too much for him as well. He pulled out slowly, then rammed into me again forcefully, over and over.

  Finally, I could tell he was losing control because his pounding rhythm increased in intensity. Furiously he pummeled me, his balls slapping against my clit. And just as I moaned out my orgasm in gasping yelps, he, too, came explosively within me, coating me with his fertile lust.

  After we had caught our breaths, he crept close and whispered, “Baby, that was amazing.”

  “Mmm…yeah it was,” I said deliriously, dreamily, as my pussy and my mind tried to recover.

  Sebastian snuggled in next to me and wrapped a blanket around us. I felt a little of his seed trickling out of me.

  After a couple more minutes of recovery I asked, somewhat nervously, “What comes next?”

  “Now we wait.”

  Puzzled, I asked, “Wait? Wait for what?”

  “Wait for our cubs to be born,” he breathed into my ear as he lightly kissed my neck.

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  Bearing Destiny

  (A Bear Shifter Romance)

  By Viola Notte

  Copyright 2015 Viola Notte

  All Rights Reserved

  Bearing Destiny

  Bear Creek was a small town. But I never anticipated just how small it would feel.

  I had left Los Angeles two weeks before. My father called it a pipe dream, my mother, a mistake. But I called it an adventure. Sure it would be hard to pick up and leave everything and everyone I had ever known. But when you’ve never felt like anything but an outcast, it’s easy to dream that somewhere else life could be different.

  I was a curvy girl, taller than average, and had long blonde hair that fell in tousled curls that reached just below my shoulder blades. My mother had always said that I was beautiful, but when I looked in the mirror I couldn’t help but compare my voluptuous size ten body to the girls I grew up with. In L.A. women were beautiful, whether by nature or by knife, and it was hard to feel adequate in a world of skinny Barbie dolls.

  City life had never suited me either, and as soon as I was old enough to drive I would take my parent's car and hit the road. It didn’t matter if it was two hours or two days, I simply liked to be far away from the raucous crowds, and totally immersed in the solitude of nature. Something about the smell of the good earth, the sound of the wind in the trees, or the infinite sky made nature simply vital to my well-being.

  When I turned twenty-two my mind was made up: there was no future for me in the big city. So I packed up my little blue pickup truck, researched a list of rural towns that I thought might be for me, and let fate have her way with my destiny. Reaching into my favorite winter hat, I fished around through the strips of paper I had cut up with names of the towns I had chosen on one side of them. I crossed my fingers with my free hand, and with my other randomly pulled out a single sliver. It read:

  “BEAR CREEK”

  So that's how I happened to find myself in Bear Creek, a small, middle-of-nowhere mountain town in northern Montana, not far from the Canadian border. Driving into the snowy little hamlet I stopped into the first establishment that appeared to have any life. It was getting dark, and I was hungry and ready to get out of the truck. The door of The Watering Hole jingled as it opened, and I entered into cozy, inviting tavern. The bustling place grew silent as the dozen or so patrons stopped what they were doing to look at me, as if I had walked in with a ski mask and gun. I coyly lifted a gloved hand and did my best to flash a friendly smile, and then made my way to a stool at the bar. Gradually they lost interest, and eventually the din of laughter and chatter filled the air once again.

  'So much for fitting in,' I thought as I sat alone, sipping a Coke and perusing the classifieds for a place to call home.

  The bells of the door jingled as someone entered the bar. But this time, not a soul seemed to notice but me. He was something to look at: tall, m
uscular, and for the weather being as cold as it was tonight, foolishly underdressed. He wore only jeans and a thin white T-shirt which clung to his rock hard chest. His head was covered by a thick wool cap, which hung low over his brow and perfectly accented his light green eyes. He seemed frustrated, or even angry as he marched straight towards the little door marked ‘Employees Only.’

  His determined steps came suddenly to a halt and his head turned to the side, his eyes landing directly on mine, so suddenly that it startled me. His gaze somehow made me feel as if I had intruded on his privacy. His unfaltering eyes were intimidating and alluring all at once, and I struggled to both look away and match his stare; I finally looked away, flustered and somewhat alarmed. Out of the corner of my eye he started to move again towards the 'Employees Only' doors, although this time I didn’t dare take a second look.