Daxton (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) (126 page)

A loud knock came from the door. I froze in horror, hands on my tit and slit. For the briefest moment I was back in my bedroom at home, my mother walking in without waiting for a response.

“Hello, this is Ermine,” a thickly accented voice said from behind the door. “I am your train car concierge.”

“Hey,” I said, straightening out my clothes and standing up to open the door. I opened it and in the hallway stood an older man with a pot belly. “It’s nice to meet you Ermine. My name is Clarissa.”

With a grace that only came with decades of practice, he bowed. “Clarissa, if there is anything that you need, you need only pick up the telephone in your room and ask for Ermine.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I’ll be sure to do that.” I closed the door and sat back down on the bench. Adrenaline was still pumping through me, my heart thundering in my chest. But the moment for relief had passed.

A quiet bell dinged in the hallway. That meant the dining car would be serving dinner now. I gave myself a once over in the body length mirror set into the closet door. I fixed my hair and walked out into the hallway.

“I’m famished,” Sven said from behind me.

I opened the interlocking doors between train cars and we stepped into the next section of the train, making our way to the dining car. “You’re always hungry. You’re going to be old and fat one day.”

“I hope so!” he said in earnest. “A wood cabin out in the forest. A new litter of grandchildren to play with in front of a roaring fireplace. A pipe and rocking chair in the evenings. I almost want to skip the next forty years and get straight to that.”

“Tell me about it. All these politics. They’re exhausting. All these ancient rules to abide by, all these expectations to live up to,” I said.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” Sven said with a chuckle.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t complain. Thank you for that,” I said. He was a good man. I couldn’t have a better one by my side. But two couldn’t lead a pack. One leader meant a tyranny. Two leaders meant a stalemate. But three…three leaders meant restraint, wisdom and boldness.

“Mmm…do you smell that? Turkey with brown gravy,” he said. “Warm rolls, and pickled beets.”

We were still two sealed train cars away, but no plate of food could hide from Sven. I pulled open the door to the next car and we walked down the hallway. In front of one door I stopped dead in my tracks. My nostrils flared as I inhaled a deep scent, something primal inside of me stirring.

Sven bumped into me. “Come on Helmut. The rolls will get cold.”

I turned my head towards the door and sniffed again. This was where the girl from the ticket line was staying. I could smell the subtle bouquet of her sex through the door. She was in heat. She had a burning need to be mounted, filled by a strong male and his seed. My cock twitched in my jeans, eagerly filling to get the process underway. But she wasn’t here. No sound came from beyond the door. “Clarissa,” I whispered.

“Oh?” Sven said, turning towards the door. “Oh,” he said, his head turning slightly. I could see his pulse quicken, his carotid vein pumping faster along his neck. He met my eyes. “The chase continues,” he said, sauntering off down the hallway towards the dining car.

“Welcome to the dining car, madame,” the waiter said. His black ensemble and white gloves were impeccable. He had a thin pencil mustache and black parted hair. “Will you be joining us?”

The train car was completely empty. “Yes. Am I early?”

“No, madame. You’re simply the first!” he said with a flourish.

I giggled.

“Let me escort you to our very best table,” he said, offering his elbow.

I took it, feeling like a princess at a royal ball. Beneath us the train trundled along the tracks with a steady thrum-thrum vibration. He lead me to a table set up against a window to offer the eaters a view of the countryside.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” I said. Outside, I could see the moonlit landscape rushing past. Sleepy little hamlets, and every now and then a farmhouse with a chimney piping up smoke. A full moon blanketed the whole vista with a blueish light.

“As you say,” he said, pulling out my seat for me. “I will return with the menu.”

I’d always heard my friends in high school talk about their trips to Europe and how amazing it was. I always thought they were full of shit, but now I could see how magical it was. The kind of place where anything could happen.

The kind of place where your sails could find wind.

I heard footsteps approach from behind me, and I reached my hand back to take the menu from the waiter. My hand brushed up against thick denim, stretched taut over a prominent bulge.

I looked up and saw Helmut standing over me. Scandalously close. His gold eyes looked down at me, hotly. Locked onto me. The same feeling I had back in the ticket line came over me now. The fear of the rabbit that sees the wolf. The fear of knowing that you’ve been seen, perhaps for the first time in your life.

“Hello, Clarissa.” He said, still looking down at me.

I realized my hand had frozen in place, touching his crotch. I snapped out of it, my face burning in embarrassment, my pussy burning with excitement. “Hi Helmut,” I managed. I felt a presence on my other side. “Hi Sven,” I said without turning.

“You look lovely, Clarissa,” Sven said.

Both men took seats to either side of me. I did not invite them, but it seemed like we were past that point. I was sandwiched between these two gorgeous studs. My legs wanted to clamp shut. My legs wants to fall open. It took all my might not to squirm in my seat.

“So how have you found Norway so far?” Helmut said.

“It’s wonderful. I haven’t seen much of it yet, though. So it’s all very mysterious,” I said.

“May it continue to be so for as long as possible,” Sven said with a wink. Eyes like two gold coins that burned from the inside.

“What’s it like? Being a Shifter?” I said.

“I don’t know. It’s all we’ve ever known. What’s it like not being one?” Helmut said.

“It’s complicated,” Sven said.

“Everyone says their life is complicated. That’s a cop-out.” I said.

The two men looked at each other, puzzled.
 

“Cop-out?” Helmut said.

“Like an excuse,” I said.

“I don’t make excuses,” Helmut responded. “Though what you say is fair. We live our lives with all the same responsibilities and desires as you. But on top of that we’ve also got our pack to worry about.”

“Eh, it’s just a big family,” Sven said, taking a sip of water.

“But a family that needs leadership,” Helmut said.

“What happens if your pack doesn’t have leadership?” I said.

“We descend into chaos. That’s what we’re trying to prevent,” Sven said. His smile had faded. “Clarissa, Helmut is my pack leader. He is the Alpha, the first among all of us. He comes from a proud heritage, strong blood.”

“You are too kind, friend,” Helmut responded. “Sven is my Omega, my rock of stability and reflection. As well as my Seneschal.”

“Your what?” I asked. This was all so exciting. My pulse was racing, my heart beating in my chest. Not only were these men gorgeous Shifters, they were nobility!

“A Seneschal is someone who takes on the…physical obstacles on behalf of the pack,” Sven said. He unbuttoned his sleeve and pulled it back. His black tribal tattoos ran from his wrists all the way up his arm. Deep white scars ran all over his arm. Slices of flesh missing. Deep gouges. Fang punctures.

I gasped.

A chuckle came from the other side, “You’d think Sven had a tough time of it, but you don’t want to see his foes. Our pack’s position is always under threat. Challengers are only replaced by more challengers. He is my shield.”

“But our trinity is not complete, Clarissa,” Sven said, buttoning his sleeve.

“Your trinity?” I looked down and was shocked to see the menu in front of me. The waiter knew when to make himself scarce.

“Clarissa, every pack needs three leaders. That was our mission. We had to find…” Sven said, trailing off.

“A mate,” Helmut finished.

That word sent shivers down my spine and lightning through my sex. A title so perfectly direct. So straight to the point. “That does sound complicated. Did you find someone?”

“Are you ready to order?” the waiter said, appearing out of thin air. I made to wave him off, but Sven spoke before I could.

“Three deluxe dinners, please,” he said, handing the menus back to the waiter, who walked off.

“But I wanted a salad,” I said, lying. Whatever they were cooking smelled amazing. But a lady has to watch what she eats in front of men.

“Nonsense,” Sven said. “You’re going to need your energy.”

I looked over to Helmut, and his eyes took me in hungrily.

My nerves were a mess. I knew this was inappropriate. I knew Sven and I were intimidating. I knew everything we were saying was just too much to handle. Too much to understand. It was overwhelming for a Shifter female. For a normal female, it must’ve sounded like madness.

But the bestial part of me didn’t care. The words came out of my mouth, the sounds we make in civilized society to communicate. But in the deep forests, away from all this, we communicate with our bodies. With our scents. With our actions. The hunter did not lie to his prey: they both knew the stakes.

This part of me was on edge. It wasn’t like the last few women we’d found. Shifter females, practically princesses from other packs, all raised on expectations of greatness. None of them had been a fit. None of them had called out to my bestial side. None of them had that special quality.

As we ate our conversation turned to more mundane topics. Clarissa had a defiance in her, a bravery. This was a special trait, a fierceness that every pack leadership needed. But I could sense that it was buried, hidden beneath layers of social norms and expectations.

I couldn’t keep my mind straight. I tried to follow the conversation, but it was useless. My mind was dominated by my primal need. Her scent filled my nose, and in my mind I could picture her puffy sex, wet and eager for us.

“Hahaha! Seriously? Lady Gaga?” Clarissa couldn’t contain her laughter.

“Her music is wonderful,” Sven said, trying to be brave in light of her rebuff. “At least I think it is.”
 

“You poor guys need some real musical education,” she said, turning to smile at me. Her eyes held so much happiness. So much carefree joy.

I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met, electricity arcing between us. I grabbed her head and pulled her ear next to my mouth. “We need you, Clarissa. If I can’t have you, I’ll die.” My knee pressed in against hers, and hers pressed back against mine. Her legs spreading, the smell of her excited sex wafted up to my nose, driving me wild.

On the other side of her, I could see Sven’s hand dip under the table. Her gasp told me what he was doing. Her eyes went half lidded, lust clouding her brain. The same primal need bloomed inside her.

“I’m yours,” she said, her teeth grazing my chin.