Bear King's Curves: A BBW Werebear Shifter Romance (13 page)

Our bodies rocked, fucked, and spasmed together.

My orgasm started all over again, surrounding my brain
in that delicious warmth a second time. But there was something else.

Thick liquid heat flowed through me, shooting through my
womb. I realized it was his seed jetting into me, foaming like a
volcano overflowing.

His sweet, forbidden essence hurled deep, covering my
fertile valley, something I shouldn't have allowed it to do.

Bad girl,
I
thought.
Bad, bad, bad...but so fucking good!

My sex spasmed again, milking his cock dry. My body knew
what it wanted. It wanted to squeeze every last rich drop from his
spasming flesh, sucking it to my depths, bringing light and heat to
the wet darkness.

I never knew how long we came together. The pleasure
reached a crescendo, tearing at every nerve, rabid music thudding
through our veins that came to an abrupt stop when we could take no
more.

Nick grunted, gently lowering my legs. He rolled off me.

I reached between my legs and felt for the steaming mess
trickling out of me. Absolutely no doubt: he'd planted his seed deep.

Why doesn't that scare me?

Nothing about him frightened me anymore. I'd seen all
the shades of himself, and he'd seen mine. All I knew was that I
loved him, as insane and improbable as that seemed.

“
Rest your eyes, beautiful.” He pulled me
close, gently brushing stray leaves out of my hair.

I dozed on his warm protective skin, listening to
distant birds serenading us. I secretly wished this private Eden
could keep us there forever.

But I knew he was looking past me after he kissed my
forehead. Nick's eyes were on the destiny stone.

Whatever came next, it involved us and that big
enchanted boulder.

“
Stay with me,” I said, fighting off the
drowsiness and staring into his eyes. “No matter what.”

“
Of course I will! A man doesn't let his love, his
mate, down. I'd rather have you than rule over a thousand bear
clans.”

My heart swelled. I kissed him, emotions burbling over,
his rich essence still making its warm impression in my womb.

“
I love you too, Nick.”

I kissed him. He kissed me back. My hand brushed his
erection, returning to its beautiful readiness.

He rolled on top of me, opening my legs again. I smiled,
begged a little, and took him deep.

Anything to prolong the return to harsh reality.

Here, I had him all to myself. And I didn't like to
share.

VII: Born to Rule (Nick)

“
You can't do this, Lyla. It's too dangerous!”

The curvy impetuous woman sitting on the bed in front of
me just wouldn't take no for an answer. Gods, I loved her, stubborn
or not.

And that's why I was running smack into her determined
heart, like hitting a wall, when I was hellbent on never putting her
in harm's way again.

“
You can't just keep me up here while you're
fighting for your life. Who gave you this idea, Nick? Who!”

We both knew the answer to that. It was late one night,
just a couple weeks ago, not long after we returned from the forest
where I'd seen my destiny in a blood red promise.

“
You did, love. It's up to me to execute it.”

She nodded. Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy redness
I'd seen before, the same dark red that came when she was going off
in rage or ecstasy.

If it weren't for the serious discussion, it would've
made me smile.

“
And it's up to me to help you. That's what a real
partner does. I've read the chronicle – all twelve-hundred
pages! You should read about the way some females saved their kings
and brought peace to their clans.”

A low growl formed in my throat. I kept it in, even
though it was a pain.

“
You are my mate, Lyla. My true love, my fated
mate, a gift from the Gods.” I closed the distance between us
and sat next to her. “But you're not a bear. Remember that.”

Her eyes flashed darkly. Damn it, I didn't want to hurt
her, but she had to be reminded of the truth.

“
Yeah. You've made that very fucking clear.”

I reached for her shoulder, but she turned away from me.
I pushed anyway, wrapping my arm around her, squeezing with a sigh.

Please! This is difficult enough.

“
Your plan is wonderful. Better than anything I
could've come up with. You know me – I like to come in with
claws drawn – or else guns blazing.”

“
Doesn't sound wonderful if you don't trust it
enough to make me part of it...”

“
I can't stand to see you hurt again. If they
captured you, or worse...it would be the end of me. You know that,
don't you? Lyla?” My hand brushed her cheek.

Slowly, she turned to face me, tears in her eyes. My
beautiful, stubborn mate hated when I was right.

In this instance, so did I.

“
Whatever. We don't even know if it will work,”
she admitted. “It just sounds stupid. Why should any of these
bears recognize what that bright red glow means if they've never seen
it before?”

“
They will,” I growled, though I was really
as unsure as she was. “We didn't know if that old page you
found at the library had any truth to it either until we went out in
the woods for a test. It worked. Call it magic, call it science, but
there's something in that stone that tells the truth about my blood.
Your research was right before. Now we need to trust it again.”

“
What if I hang back? I'll carry something for
protection. Please, someone's got to be there, at least to phone the
police if something goes wrong.”

I snorted. The police...like a human sheriff ever gave a
damn what happened on bear land!

“
If there was ever an internal issue that needed
to be sorted out by the clan, it's this one. You know that. Look, I
know you're not going to give up easy...”

“
No fucking way,” Lyla insisted, crossing
her arms.

“
Then
I'll let you come. We'll stay in radio contact the whole time. And
you're not getting out of the car. If anyone finds you or there's the
least hint of trouble, you
run
.
Start the engine, break the
connection,
and don't look back. You'll do what you have to when you're safe and
far away.”

“
Fine.”

“
None of my kin are gonna be happy to see me after
the way I left. Hell, Branson has probably told everybody you
brainwashed me into killing Victor...they'll all be hostile.”

It hurt just to think about it. I forced a hard, bitter
lump down my throat.

No time for tears. And definitely no room for showing
weakness in front of her.

When she wrapped her arms around me, I nearly lost it. I
held in the overwhelming storm, looking past her, looking through
her, wondering why the hell the Gods had chosen me for this
ridiculous tragedy.

Amusement. This is playing out like a sick comedy.

Maybe the spirit world has grown tired of happy
endings for the last couple thousand years. Everything she's told me
about our history on this continent is just one long tragedy.

It really wasn't personal. Bears had suffered for a long
time, and maybe I was just the latest act in a terrible production
that began long before I was born.

My arms found hers, held her tight, holding on to gather
the senses I needed more badly now than any other time in my life.

“
This will work,” I told her. “Don't
worry. Nothing's happening to me until I see Branson and the rest of
those assholes dead. The Klamath Bear Clan won't be ruled by
scum-fuck Elders any longer.”

“
Nothing's going to happen to you at all,”
she insisted, drawing me in for a quick, comforting kiss. “You'll
run them out. Then we can plot the rest of our future without looking
over our shoulders or abandoning your kind. Our future...that's what
counts.”

Our future.

I repeated it in my head. That single phrase held more
promise than the blood red glow in the sphere announcing my
legitimate bloodline. It excited me a hell of a lot more than being a
bear king too.

“
Okay. Let's go through the checklist one more
time, and make sure the car is all prepped to go.”

“
Checking out so soon?” Old Tuts smiled that
empty grin, a Cheshire cat who'd lost his teeth.

“
Been about...a solid month? I wouldn't exactly
call that soon,” I said. I reached into my pocket, fishing for
my wallet, hoping to pay up our last bill and be on our way.

We had a long drive ahead. Then, if all went well, a
hard night of vengeance.

“
Very well, young bear.” He took the cash
from me and fiddled with some keys on the old computer.

The ancient printer ground to life, slowly spitting out
a receipt. I shuffled, feeling the tense bristle building beneath my
skin, the need to get the longest day of my life over with.

“
Here you are. Hope to see you back one day. It's
been a long time since this lodge hosted a King.” Tuts nodded
as I looked up, fire in my eyes.

“
Thank you,” I said simply, crumpling the
receipt into my pocket.

“
Good luck to you. Remember to be true to the old
ways, and the spirits will smile on you tonight. Do not let your
anger get the best of you.”

“
I'll keep that in mind.”

I turned abruptly, pushing through the neat glass doors.
Lyla was already waiting in the car, most of our luggage carefully
tucked away.

The old Indian freaked me out, but I couldn't deny the
uncanny wisdom in his words.

Okay, old man. I'll remember what you said. If you're
my oracle, then I really need some magic...

On the drive out, we passed a calm deer standing at the
edge of the lodge's big trees. When I looked in the mirror after
passing, I swore there was a young Indian woman there instead.

I didn't know if I'd been given good luck by a family of
strange half-bloods or lower gods. Right now, I needed all the well
wishes I could get from above and below.

“
You wait here. I'll have this little mic clipped
to my coat and I'll be in contact the whole time. Keep your phone off
unless you need it. Just in case.”

“
Oh, Nick. Take care of yourself!” Lyla
reached across the dashboard and embraced me.

I held her, silently praying it wouldn't be for the last
time.

The drive should've taken a lot out of me. It hours to
blast clean through to Klamath land with only a couple brief stops to
rest. But I was more ready to get out, walk, and fight than ever
before.

“
Here,” she whispered, passing the destiny
stone to me. “Come back to me in one piece.”

“
I will, beautiful. Wouldn't dream of leaving you
out here alone.”

I stuffed the heavy sphere into the small bag I'd
prepared. Then it was out into the night, dodging between trees,
calling up my grizzly senses to smell for any sign of night patrols.

It had been more than a month since we'd disappeared.
Long enough to let any extra guards get lazy.

Less
than a mile to the village center, I found Beamer, drunk and slumped
against a tree. He didn't
even
bother to put away the handgun resting on his lap.

I smiled, slipped right past him, and reached down
carefully over his shoulder. What would it hurt to disarm him and
give myself one less threat?

I doubted the rest of this would be so easy.

The drive had taken us all day through early frost in
the mountains and intermittent rainstorms across the West. I knew
most of the bears would be in their cabins, winding down for the day
if they weren't already asleep.

The grizzly statue towered above the tallest roofs, an
old gathering point where my forefathers must've spoken to the people
long before the Executive Office was built. This bear was propped up
on two legs, mouth open in a defensive roar, his front paws stretched
upward, flexing claws to the Gods above.

I slipped in unseen, gunning my legs to cover the
distance to the statue. When I reached the big wooden claws at the
base, I looked up, wondering how easy it would be to scale.

If I was going to do this, then it had to be in this
form. Grizzly bears weren't built for climbing to lofty heights, and
shifters were no exception.

A little rope. A small scaling hook to make progress,
inching my way up the old pliable wooden exterior. I climbed the huge
bear's back, not stopping until I was comfortably perched up on his
shoulder.

I reached into my sac. First, the bullhorn, and then the
destiny stone. I left the two guns and flash grenades inside. No need
to flash my teeth unless I had to.