Bear Temptations (2 page)

The fall from the tree wasn’t far, and the wolves pounced back, presumably so I wouldn’t fall on them. At the same time, the other wolves approached, surrounding me so I had no chance of escaping. I shut my eyes as tightly as I could--watching the wolves attack me would surely feel more real than feeling it. Somehow, I knew that if I couldn’t see it, then it wouldn’t hurt as bad.

They spent no time diving onto me. It felt as if every inch of me was covered by wolf, including my eyes, which had fur covering it. Suddenly, my arms and legs felt weighted down, too, as if they’d tied me down to something or had selected four wolves to sit on either one of my limbs. I wasn’t sure what to think, because I couldn’t see and had no idea what was happening. Surely, they weren’t eating me, were they?

That’s when I sensed what felt like hands roaming over my body. Rough fingers groped my breasts, rubbed my nipples outside of my shirt. Another hand reached up my skirt, feeling the length of the insides of my thighs before slipping my panties off. Larger, meatier hands roamed over my curves, over the lumps of my breasts and my curvy hips, then under, pinching the meat of my ass, holding a full cheek in a palm.

Hot breath and mouths covered every inch of me, lapping up my skin, my erect nipples, my clit, which was now throbbing in confusion and fear and pleasure. I arched my back and tried to spread my legs further to feel more of the tongue, but it was of no use as I was still being held down. Then I felt my white top being torn off just as—was that my imagination?—I heard pants unzip, fabric falling to the ground.

What the fuck is happening?
It seemed crazy to think I was about to get fucked by wolves. Did I just imagine them? Were they people in costumes? That would explain a lot. I didn’t know what to think. What I knew was that the mouth slurping my right breast and sucking and licking my clit felt amazing and a part of me ached to find out what the man with his pants off had in store for me.

You’re crazy, Nicole. You shouldn’t be enjoying this.
Maybe I was, but you can’t argue with pleasure—and this was definitely pleasurable over what I thought was going to happen to me. The stark contrast to what I was expecting is why it’s so enjoyable, I convinced myself.

All my thoughts vanished when I heard the roar. Almost simultaneously, the grip on my arms and legs loosened and my eyes could breathe again. I opened them and looked around as fast as I could, but my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark yet. Diving for the flashlight, I tried to point it in the direction of where the wolf-men had gone to see who had just fondled me as well as to see what that howl had come from.

Shaking my head a few times, I kept staring off to the distance, trying to make sense of the shapes.

Either my mind was playing tricks on me or the trauma had made me delusional, because the wolves were running away—with legs. And hands. And human heads. From what I could see, only their backs were still wolfy; though as they disappeared off to the distance, they gradually grew closer to the floor, eventually running on all fours again, fully wolf.

Seriously. What. The. Fuck.
My disbelief had caused me to cower up against the tree, my knees hugged to my chest, my ripped top flapping in the wind. I shivered at what had just happened, not knowing whether I should be scared or turned on. Suddenly realizing that the whole ordeal was forced to a stop, my eyes quickly searched the campgrounds to see if there was any sign of roaring beasts.

There was nothing in the vicinity, but as my eyes squinted to see off in the distance, I knew what it was. The bear must have woken up from hibernation, just in time to stop my impending gangbang.

Chapter 4

Several minutes must have passed as my eyes glazed over, watching the bear disappear into the distance. Pulling myself together, disappointment washed over me when I saw that the flashlight’s beam was starting to flicker. As if in turbo-mode, I pulled out my phone, almost letting out a sob when finally seeing the flashing, single red bar. I knew I had to get a move on back to my car, back to the road, otherwise I’d have to sleep here in the ruins of my sister’s tent. Plus, the wolves could come back for me, and there was no way of knowing whether or not the bear would come and scare them off again. As enticed and excited I was the first time around, I wasn’t sure if I was more excited in the heat of the moment, if I actually enjoyed it, or if I was just delighted that I was just being pleasured instead of hurt.

Slinging my tote bag over my shoulder once more, I turned off my phone to preserve the battery and started walking aimlessly for what seemed like ages, certain that this was the direction my car was in. If nothing else, at least I’d be on the side of the road where other cars passing by could see me.

It had certainly been at least a ten minute walk, and there was no sign of a road or streetlights or anything. Every sound struck terror inside me, filling me with paranoia that I was being followed again. I jumped at the hooting of the owls and even when I stepped on twigs, causing disturbance in the silence of the wild.

There’s no point continuing down in this direction, Nicole. It’s clearly the wrong way.
So, I headed back in the direction of the camp—or what I thought was the direction of the camp. Admittedly, I probably hadn’t walked in a straight line in the direction I had left in initially. But I knew that if I kept walking down that way, I’d reach nothing. Maybe more wolves.
If you’re lucky.
I froze. I don’t know whose voice that was or where it came from, it sounded like it came from inside of my own head. Like a thought. But it was
my
thought—just in a man’s voice.

Shaking my head at my own naivety, I sped up, swinging my arms at my sides in an attempt to gain momentum.
You’re paranoid, Nicole.

My feet were aching and sore from struggling and being bitten, though my boots did a good job at protecting my flesh from their teeth.
Damn you, parents. Why couldn’t you have looked for Mary? Why couldn’t you have at least come with me?
But it was no use cursing them, not only because it wouldn’t change anything, but because they were away at a conference together and couldn’t have come even if they’d wanted to.

I played the situation out in my head during my journey back towards the camp, turning it in different ways, trying to determine what I could have done differently to not be in this horrid situation. Finally deciding this was the best I could do (unless I wanted to invite another guy to come with me at the last minute, which would’ve looked just a little desperate), I felt a little more at ease, trusting my instincts just a little bit more.

Then I noticed the small flickering warm light in the distance.
Is that a campfire?
I squinted my eyes to get a better look, but it didn’t help—it was too dark. What laid beyond the light in the darkness didn’t matter, though: it was my only hope. Picking up my pace to a sprint, I ran toward the light as quickly and quietly as I could. I wanted their help if they seemed like normal people but didn’t want them to know I was there if they seemed weird.

Approaching the beam, it quickly became obvious that it wasn’t a campfire or anything like that. It was a house. Or rather, it was a small cabin. There were actually no lights lit at all; the moon had just reflected off the windows in such a way that it looked like a gleaming ray of sunshine in this utter darkness.

Through the windows, I could see that the cabin was completely dark. Nothing was moving in there, and I could only hope and assume that it was abandoned so I’d have somewhere safe to stay for the night. Or, if it wasn’t, then maybe I’d get some help! I pointed the dying flashlight towards the cabin’s porch in search of the door, and my eye caught on the rectangular lantern with a packet of matches tucked neatly under it.
Whew! One stroke of luck, at least, since I didn’t bring matches.

Lighting a match against the wind was harder than I thought it’d be, and after a minute’s struggle, I finally got the lantern going and was able to save the last of the flashlight’s batteries. I held the lantern high above my head and took a step towards the door, trying the doorknob. To my delight, it was unlocked, so I pushed the door open and in I went.

Chapter 5

As I stepped into the cabin, I quickly discovered that the light switches didn’t work and that the places was a totally dusty and dirty mess.
I guess no one lives here after all.
There were twigs and leaves everywhere and, fortunately for me, several more lanterns. Rapidly going and lighting each one, the room filled with light. There wasn’t much in the cabin for me to enjoy—it was certainly no home, and the aging, uncared for wooden walls and floors were evidence of that. And sadly, there was no electricity for me to charge my phone. But at least it was a roof over my head for the night until I could set off and try to find someone for help in the morning.

Though there wasn’t much in the cabin, I decided to explore it nonetheless. The main living area had a small two-person wooden table (it looked handmade) and two chairs; there wasn’t even a couch for me to sit on. The kitchen was well-stocked with rusty pots, pans, and cutlery. There was a wood stove and, I was surprised to see, an oil refrigerator. Quickly opening it to see what I’d find, I discovered an assortment of berries, mushrooms, fish, and various cuts of meat that I couldn’t identify. In a cupboard, I found seeds and nuts.
Yes, snacks! Fuck yes, I won’t starve if I’m stranded here for days, at least.

Setting off into the next room, there was a single cot and one pair of jeans and a red plaid shirt hung up to dry, presumably. To my dismay, there wasn’t a bathroom or shower.
Probably an outhouse around here somewhere.

Concluding my search around this tiny, mostly empty house, I returned to the living room and sat cross-legged on the floor. My stomach was alerting me that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and, remembering the sandwich in my tote bag, I pulled it out along with my vodka.
Nothing to chase it with, but better than nothing.

Then, thinking better of it, I retrieved the berries from the fridge—chewing on berries after a swig will certainly taste better than swallowing air.

The first few swigs of vodka went down rough, though it was certainly welcome after the weird day I was just finishing. I still wasn’t able to wrap my head around what had happened out there in the woods. Now, with my stomach filling up from my tuna sandwich and my body thoroughly being heated thanks to the vodka (and my sister’s slightly small cardigan that was snugly wrapped around me now), I finally was able to indulge in thinking and reflecting over what the hell happened tonight.

I racked my brains to figure out if my parents had told me anything out of the ordinary about Mary’s new boyfriend. They’d apparently met in a bar just a couple of weeks ago and Brad had immediately taken a liking to my sister. My mom thought he was normal enough, but did find it weird how much they were glued to each other those first two weeks and how quickly they’d decided to go on vacation together (even if it was just camping). Especially since my sister was only 19 and Brad apparently constantly had a flock of cheerleaders surrounding him.

She certainly didn’t tell me about him—I only just found out she even had a boyfriend when I came back home to discover she was missing! Social media and the Internet told me everything I needed to know about him though and he
seemed
normal enough, but now I can’t help but wonder if he’s involved in some sort of weird gang or cult? This obviously didn’t help me with determining why he’d abduct her, if that’s what happened at all. There were a billion reasons why, ranging from him being crazy to them having run off to elope. Not that this explained why her stuff was trashed while his wasn’t present at all…
God damnit, Mary,
my mind cried as I raked my fingers through my wavy, dirty blonde curls.

As my head started getting fuzzy, buzzing nicely from the amount of vodka I’d consumed, it reoccurred to me that I’d just almost gotten killed by wolves. Or at least I thought I had! But they ended up being people, or something? Maybe the wolves belonged to people and the people came out to grope me once I was deemed helpless. But that wouldn’t explain how they returned to wolf form as they were running away from the bear.

Racking my brain for an explanation, I suddenly remembered reading a headline in the news a few weeks ago that really stuck out:
New Virus Makes People Feel Like Animals.
After reading the title, I couldn’t help but assume that it was a joke article or just referred to heightened senses or something. Now the regret burned through me with the wish that I’d paid more attention to the article.

Once my cheeks started becoming numb, I knew it was time to head to bed. It didn’t matter how much I pondered the current situation: it wasn’t going to help me get closer to my sister and certainly wouldn’t give me insight on these wolf shifters, not even if I had an eternity to think about it.

Staggering up with lantern in hand, it felt like the steps towards the dining table were yards away even though it must’ve only taken me a few steps to reach it. My hair swept some of the dust off the table as the lantern whooshed out with a blow from my lips. And in the corner of my eye, something moved outside the window.

What the fuck was that?

Fear filled me once again as it occurred to me that I’d have even less of a chance of protecting myself in this isolated cabin. Quickly, I put out all of the other lanterns except for the one already in my hand, which I held at my legs to try to minimize the light. I leaned against the wall and tried to peer out the window as cautiously as I could, careful to not make myself seen by whatever was out there. It was no use; the view outside the window was pitch black, especially with the lit room I was in. Setting the lantern down on the ground, I decided I’d be able to peer outside more easily now that they had less of a chance of looking inside without the lantern illuminating me. I cupped my hand to look out the window in hopes of catching whatever it was, and then I saw it. It was a bear (maybe the same bear as before?), pacing back and forth, as if it was troubled by something.