Werebear Triple Threat (BBW Paranormal Werebear Menage) (2 page)

The area Harper found herself was about as un-house-like as she could have imagined. She’d gone from a cozy hunting cabin in the woods to a full-on cave, neatly tucked away behind a rushing waterfall. She’d marveled at the greenness of the trees, stood staring at the shimmering rainbow refraction of the water in the moonlight, and gaped at the way the area seemed so
alive
in a way she’d never noticed before. But all along, an old fear tumbled around in her head:
what if they just brought you out all this way to kill you, rape you, or worse? What if they only delved this far into the forest so no one would hear your screams?

Swallowing the scream in her throat, she pressed on. As they neared the cave, the bears disappeared, sulking off into the woods out of sight. In their place came two men, at a timing too coincidental to be chance.
Did they really just…?
Harper pushed back the thoughts for now. She had to focus on staying alive.

The cave had a strange, homey feel to it, which was something she was not used to feeling about caves. Sure, it was a bit cool and sounds of nature and the roaring waterfall echoed outside, but a fire crackled merrily and Harper could make out the outlines of stars through a chimney in the ceiling. Putting aside that she’d run off with not one but three handsome men that may or may not be able to turn into bears, it was a welcome respite from the recent chaos.

She sat on the dirt-packed ground near the fire and leaned back, taking in the scene around her. It was beautiful, in its own way. As her thoughts drifted back to her father, the man that had approached her at the cabin spoke.

“It’s time you learned the truth about your heritage, Harper.”

“My…heritage?” She started, still not paying much attention. The flickering of the flames and the cool silence of the night sky above had lured her into an almost hypnotic sense of safety and calm, even in the presence of three bear-men.

“Your father, Evan Stone, was one of us once. He was a great leader to us all. He was, Harper…a werebear.”

Harper’s eyes widened as the pieces clicked together in her head. All the strange behaviors she’d seen in him throughout the years…the disappearances…the “hunting trips”…they hadn’t been hunting trips at all. He’d lived a secret double life, right under her nose, and she’d never even known it. Part of her riled in anger, wondering why he’d never shared that part of himself with her, his own daughter.

“He wanted to tell you, you know.” Bran came nearer, putting a large hand on her shoulder and sending shivers up her spine. She was sitting right next to the fire, but she suddenly felt tingly to his touch, and if the clenching between her thighs was any indication, she wanted more than just a comforting hand.

“People don’t readily accept…people like us,” Bran continued, kneeling down next to Harper so their eyes met. “We have to be safe.”

“Does that mean you are…”

“A werebear, Harper, that is correct. So are my brothers. So was your father. Able to shift into a bear at will. But the Bear inside us all has needs, too, you know. We live a double life, as your father often did, balancing the needs of man and bear.”

Harper shook her head, looking up at Bran and the men gathering around her. A strained chuckle crossed her lips, echoing off the cave walls.  “This is all crazy…people can’t just turn into bears. Do you, like, eat fish and stuff too? Is that why the whole cave setup?”

“We are bears,” said Bran solemnly, motioning to his brothers on either side of them. They were coming nearer to Harper now, flanking her, and if the flames were already hot enough, the presence of two more devilishly handsome (and by the way, nude) men were not doing anything to help. “But we are also men.”

Bran reached out, putting a gentle hand to Harper’s chin. She looked up at him wide-eyed, transfixed by his golden stare. “You’re a werebear, too, Harper. I smell it in your blood.”

“W-what…?” Harper mouthed, gaping at him. “But I’ve never…”

“Had the urge to run wild and free? Wanted to take down a running animal with your teeth and claws? Felt that there simply had to be
more
to life? Here it is, Harper.”

Oxygen was coming in short gasps through Harper’s windpipe, and she doubled over as she struggled to take in the new information. She’d always felt a little different, a little big boned, a little too rebellious – but this?

“Show me,” she said finally, her eyes streaked with fresh tears. “How will I know you’re telling the truth?”

In unison, the three men surrounding her backed away, giving her and themselves each a wide berth. What happened next was almost more than her eyes could believe. With a throaty growl that sent shocks straight to her clit, the men began to
change
. Hair sprouted over their normally built bodies, limbs morphed and grew, and backs bent under the weight of the transformation. It looked almost painful, but there was a bold kind of reverence as she watched them, as well.

Harper thought she would have been scared, watching three men turn into bears right in front of her. But it was something much more powerful than that, almost spiritual, as their bodies morphed and changed into their true forms. Something within her, a tiny voice she’d never noticed or acknowledged before, told her that this was what she was meant to do, too. This was right. This was her people.

As the moon rose high in the sky and beamed its cool radiance down into the cave, Harper found herself surrounded by not three men, but three bears.

Werebears
, she corrected herself.

They approached her slowly, their warm muzzles rubbing against her goosebumped flesh. She looked into Bran’s eyes, seeing the same conviction, curiosity, and was that even…desire? Harper’s mind reeled as the bears closed in. She should have been scared. She should have been running for her life.

But doing what she was supposed to be damned.

Every cell in her body seemed to sing at the presence of the bears around her, skin pulling and tugging as she felt a gnawing in her chest. Something in there was trying to
get out
. It should have been crazy, and maybe it was, but she felt for the first time something inside of her telling her this was finally where she belonged.

But could these three bears – these three
brothers
– ever come to accept her? Even if they said she was one of them, surely there were others as well. Some kind of pack ordering, perhaps. They were being nice in memory of her father, but there was no way they’d actually want to be with her
like that
. Besides, there were three of them, and one of her. It would be unfair to choose…

Unless…

“We like you, Harper,” started Bran, slowly morphing back to human as he did so. Fur and teeth retracted, he straightened, and he was a rock solid mass of man all over again. His statement was backed up by something else rock solid, too: his cock stood at attention, pointing toward the sky as he stared into her eyes.

“We like you a lot,” continued the other man to her left. “I’m Aaron, by the way.”

“We’ve been thinking,” said the third man tentatively, sticking out his hand. Harper shook it dazedly. “I’m Jack.”

“There’s another option, you know,” said Bran. They were surrounding her, the heat from their skin enveloping her senses. It was intoxicating. Harper felt a rush of wetness seeping between her legs, breath escaping her with a gasp.
She couldn’t be getting aroused, not now…

“If you really doubt the truth of your heritage, Harper – there’s a way we can show you.” Bran was so close to her neck now, his breath hot against her flushed skin as he snaked his arms around her waist. Breath hitching, her cheeks burned red as her pussy throbbed.
Was she really going to go through with this?

At the same time, Jack reached around to move his strong hands down her shaking arms, his yellow eyes boring deep into her own.

“Let us awaken your beast, Harper. Let us show you what you really are.”

Harper tried to find the words to speak as she felt the wandering hands of men and bear all over her. Every cell was on high alert, tingling with desire and need at their touch. The “beast”, they’d said. Only now did she realize what they’d meant.
She was a werebear, deep inside. Same as her father. Same as them.
A driving passion burned within her, and it was not only her bear that needed attention after so long asleep, but her as well.

Harper was no stranger to sex, but three men at once? She’d never been quite so adventurous, except in her midnight fantasies. Now it looked like it was going to happen, and with such gorgeous specimens, Harper was sure she had to have been dreaming. Somehow the news of werebears hadn’t frightened her. Any rational woman would be scared and confused that there existed men (
and women
, she reminded herself) that could turn into bears. But being around these men had awakened something within her, and it was a realization of a feeling she’d never put name to.
She was a werebear, and tonight she would mate with all three of them at once.

A lusty growl escaping her throat, she leaned her head back, sinking deeper into Bran’s embrace as he lowered his lips to her neck, nibbling and suckling at the tender skin there. A sharp gasp later, she was seeing stars as his practiced lips teased her in all the right places. They’d barely touched her, and already she felt positively on fire. The throbbing in her core would not be able to wait long.

On second thought, neither would her bear
.

All three of them now had joined her in earnest, hands and mouths roaming to and fro so fast she closed her eyes and forgot who was who. A symphony of sensation racked her very being, and Harper was just along for the ride. She felt like putty in their arms, ready to mold and melt under their every touch, their every whim. Mewling whimpers rang out with wild abandon, and when a hot, needy mouth closed over hers, she almost came then and there.

The lips were both tender and urgent at the same time, stoking the flame in her core and causing her to nearly sob with need.
Oh, if they only knew what they were doing to her
. His tongue pressed for entrance at her lips and she swiped her tongue back at him, the dancing of their flesh setting off new chain reactions of pleasure that danced all the way down her spine. Their lips and tongues fought for dominance in a sensual dance for the ages, and as they devoured one another, hands began undoing the buttons on her shirt.

Oh, so this was really happening, then.

Taking a hand, she ripped the fragile cloth away herself, exposing herself to the cool air. Sharp intakes of breath filled the air as her perky breasts and sumptuous curves were on full display.
Yeah, let them get a load of that.

Within seconds, hands had descending upon her full breasts, squeezing and kneading them gently at first. “God, you have such nice breasts. The perfect size.”

Harper’s nipples stiffened in the cave air, and the fire near them was doing nothing to quench the shivers down her spine.
She needed them fast. She needed them now
. Fingers felt over her peaks at the same time as another hand gripped her buttocks. Harper squeaked, backing up into the hand.
Yes, more
.

“You’ll get what you came for, little bear. Just you wait.”

A thrill of excitement and recognition flowed through her as her ears processed the words.
They’d called her a bear
. The feeling was almost enough to send her over the edge, and the clawing feeling at her chest was nearly too much to bear. It wouldn’t be long before her bear demanded release. She only hoped she could take them all first.

With a flourish, her bottoms were pulled away, and there she was, nude amongst three werebears. She’d always been a bit self-conscious about her curves, and human men had never seemed to give them much attention. But these men…these
bears
…were something else entirely.

“Bears love a good healthy female. Your curves are perfect…perfect for cubs, too.”

Harper’s heart skipped a beat.
Cubs?
Her mind flitted through the possibilities as quickly as possible.
Cubs?
If she was truly a werebear, and so were they, that meant…if she ever had children, they’d likely be cubs too
.
The thought warmed her heart, and she felt a deep instinct wanting to give herself over to them right then. She’d heard of mother’s instincts, but this was nuts.

Her core still on fire, she moaned in joy as her most private parts were exposed to the air. The gentle breeze did a slow, tantalizing dance against her clit, making her tense and release before anyone had even started touching her.

“Please,” Harper gasped between kisses and touches and grabbing. Her hands were busy as well, reveling in the feeling of the naked bodies against her skin, feeling the heat of aroused flesh, and sating the carnal desires that had been inside her for so long.
She was a bear, an animal, and she was going to fuck like one too.

“Please, I need you inside of me. All of you. I can’t take it anymore, I – “ Before she could finish, Harper felt the dripping head of a hot, throbbing cock at the entrance to her pouty lips.

“Not yet, pretty little bear.”

Melting a little more, she gave it a tentative lick at the base, treating him like her own personal ice cream cone.
Delicious
. He had a manly, musky smell and the taste was something else altogether. And she could not deny the way her thighs clenched when she felt that hard cock tense in her mouth and its owner groan with pleasure.

“Damn, Harper, we should have come to get you sooner.” Jack’s hands wove through her hair as she took him deeper, opening her mouth as wide as possible to accommodate his considerable girth. He was the largest man she’d ever blown, but boy was she loving it. Harper relished the feeling of her mouth being so full of cock, nearly suffocating on it, and she knew that soon she’d be full of cock in more delicious ways, as well…

With the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat, she moaned, letting him in a little deeper. This caused quite the reaction from Jack, a guttural growl emerging as he pushed himself into her. “Fuck, Harper, fuck…” he painted breathlessly as she continued to suck up and down his length, using his cock as her playtoy. With a final thrust and a groan, he shoved himself down her throat, her eyes wide and watering as his hot, creamy seed spewed forth. Smiling, Harper swallowed the lot, staring up at him with lustful eyes. This was only the beginning.

While she had been having fun with Jack’s cock in her mouth, Bran had been searching out another prize: her sweet, dripping pussy. His head was low now, his breath hot on her most sensitive areas.
Oh God, he was going to…

But it didn’t come. Bran’s tongue and teeth lashed out and nipped at every available area. He roamed up and down her thighs, burying his nose in the curls covering her mound, and licking deliberately around her labia, taking care not to actually lick the one area she needed pleased most.

Harper felt weak in the knees, feeling as if she would fall over under the weight of all the sensations overcoming her. The cave was too hot, there were too many hands and mouths and cocks…but at the same time, not enough
. Never enough.

As Bran continued his torturous descent, she felt another growl rising in her throat. This time she didn’t hold back. Letting out a full roar, she grabbed Bran by the hair, shoving him deeper into her pussy, demanding that she be pleased. Her bear was hungry, and so was she. They weren’t the only ones that could call the shots around here.

Bran’s eyes widened in surprise as she took hold of him, but after the initial shock he seemed more into it than ever before. Jack held her up, hands digging into her breasts as Bran launched an unparalleled assault on her clit. Harper bucked and bellowed like a banshee. His tongue lapped at her like a musician expertly plays an instrument, and it was as if switches all over her body were being turned to on, on,
on
. The throbbing went deeper than just through her pussy now. It was spreading out in all directions, seeping down to her toes and up to the top of her head.

She felt drunk, floating in an ocean of pain and pleasure and need as he lapped at her bud once, twice, thrice more. When he gathered the sensitive flesh in his mouth and sucked, Harper came undone. The universe shattered around her, each little fragment shining and tingling with joy as her cells sang in triumph. She felt a victorious roaring deep within her chest, telling her it was almost time.
Could she really shift?

But there was no time for relaxing. Before the aftershocks were even gone and Harper had floated back down to reality, there was one cock in her hand and one pressing against the swollen, throbbing flesh of her pussy. She looked at them, wide-eyed and hoping. Her bear wanted it, and so did she. “Take me,” she said simply, with such conviction there could be no denying it.

That was all the encouragement Bran needed, and with a single heated push, his huge cock speared her folds as she cried out in joy. She’d only just begun to come down from her own orgasm, and here was a new and more interesting sensation to drive her up the wall all over again.

Bran was large. Almost uncomfortably so. It took Harper a moment to stop her world from spinning and adjust to the huge cock now inside of her.
Of course they’d all have huge cocks
, she chuckled to herself.
If this was all a dream
, Harper thought wearily to herself,
it might as well be a good one
. After a moment, she began to relish the feeling of him inside of her. It no longer felt like a foreign intruder. It almost felt like…home.

She’d never felt so filled before, and after taking a man like Bran, she wasn’t sure she could be satisfied with a human man again. Werebears were known to be fierce lovers, and these three were no exception.

The cock in her hand tensed in response to her ministrations, bringing her out of her reverie for just enough time to give him the focus he needed. As she began to stroke Aaron’s growing cock, Bran pulled out devastatingly slowly, before ramming himself back into her. Jack held her steady as her pussy clenched around him. They were only beginning and she already felt like she wouldn’t be able to walk after all of this was over. Between steadily pumping at Aaron with her hands and riding Bran’s massive cock, her world was reduced to just her and them, a curvy wanton woman such as herself and three devilishly sexy werebears.

Just when she was getting up a good rhythm, she felt Aaron withdraw, a slight frown crossing her face until Bran began thrusting again, lowering her slowly into the dirt of the cave so she could ride him.

Harper couldn’t help but be a little self-conscious – she’d always been a little skeptical about being on top, a little shy about her size. But the way Bran was looking at her, she almost didn’t care anymore.
He looked…happy
. What’s more, he looked…ravenous – as if drinking in her curves was the best thing in the world.

Relaxing a little, she eased down onto him, feeling his cock press into her so deeply she thought she would burst. Letting out a mewling growl of pleasure and resignation, she lifted herself up just a little, and then slid back down his throbbing shaft, loving every moment of delicious friction it brought her. She wasn’t alone for long, however.

With a surprised squeak, she suddenly felt a warm, wet hand caressing somewhere she’d never been touched before – her tight little asshole. Thoughts and resignations flew through her mind in a second – he wasn’t going to put it
there
, was he?
Would it even fit?
But another part within her, the
beast
within her, rumbled with approval and anticipation, knowing that she needed this become whole again.
All three of them. At once.