Bear King's Curves: A BBW Werebear Shifter Romance (3 page)

Very bold. Too fast to even think about saying no.
Not that I would've wanted to.

I looked at him slowly. I needed a minute to compose
myself before I locked in on those sharp, demanding eyes set in his
handsome face.

“
I can tell you're a security guard with that
grip,” I said. “Speed is a giveaway too.”

He shrugged. “I just take what I want. And right
now, I want to get every last inch of your sweet curves naked,
sweaty, and pressed up against my chest. I want to see your ass shake
while you're grinding above, below, and everywhere against my body.”

Holy fuck.

I stopped, even though the light had changed to WALK. No
man had ever been so direct out on a public street before. Certainly
not with me.

His words made me curl up inside and get painfully wet
at the same time.

No, more than that. He wasn't just interested in a quick
fling with any receptive lady who looked halfway decent.

My
heartbeat pattered. He wanted
me,
specifically, because I had the body type that really fed coal into
the engine beneath his hard flesh.

I'd only been with a couple guys like that. And every
time, it had been amazing.

“
Lead the way,” I said finally, feeling his
fingers tighten around mine.

Stranger
or not, we were going to get to know each other
very
well tonight. If it went well, I'd slip him my number and see if he
was still here in six months for another hookup.

Good
men were so hard to find, after all.

Right around the time when I expected to return to that
dumpy clan reservation for another big paycheck. Once I got the big,
round, emerald baby in my trunk home, I'd be set for months.

I'd been on edge earlier, but now it was evaporating.
The old man I met a couple weeks ago told me to watch my back and
stay armed if anybody came after this artifact.

I like what's happening here better than any paranoid
bullshit that would've prevented it. Nobody's raiding anything but my
panties tonight with Nick around.

As we approached the hotel, I smiled, stroking his hand
with light finger strokes. I worked hard to make my bank account
purr, so why not the rest of me?

“
You got anything to drink around here, Lyla?”
He asked, as soon as we were inside my room. “No need to stop
since we left the bar. We're just getting started.”

He was wearing that delicious, irresistible smile again.
How could I say no? Especially if I wanted him wearing a whole lot
less?

“
There's a bottle of bourbon in my trunk, I think.
Let's go.”

I walked him out to the car. Nick watched intently as I
popped it open.

The treasure I'd taken from the Klamath clan lay right
next to the precious bottle. I eyed the big turquoise sphere for a
second, grateful it was wrapped up in paper and hidden from view.

Don't want this sexy oaf getting drunk and playing
catch with that thing. The way he's looking around, he just might do
it.

I slammed the trunk shut. We walked back inside and he
fetched some ice.

“
Well, big boy,” I said, slipping my hands
across his stomach from behind while he poured our drinks. “Are
we gonna get down to it?”

God, his abs were rock hard. They felt like firm,
rolling mountains beneath my hands. My temperature spiked a few more
degrees as I imagined them jerking above me, a handsome avalanche of
masculine stone burying me in pleasure.

“
Drink this,” he ordered, shoving the
bourbon into my hand. “Knock it down your throat, and then give
me a kiss.”

Yes, Sir,
I
thought, tingling once again at the way he took charge.

Nick never let his eyes off me the whole time. His gaze
rippled along every curve, making me feel self-conscious. Normally,
when men stared, I imagined they were studying the freakish size of
my ass or the flabby skin around my arms.

Nothing about his stare
said
fatty
or
freak.
It was just pure desire, the kind of glint a man gets in his eyes
before he claims a woman, and claims her damned
hard.

The bourbon added its smoking embers to my depths. I set
the empty glass down and stretched, letting a small moan slip past my
lips.

It must've been the last straw. Nick swooped in,
wrapping his powerful arms around me. Those hands splayed open on my
back, slid to my ass, and squeezed.

I whimpered. He squeezed me so hard I rolled toward him,
feeling the growing bulge between his legs pressed against my skin.

“
Oh! You're fucking hard...” My voice
withered low, husky with need. “Do you want me to see how much
harder I can make it?” I pursed my lips, moving my tongue
slowly and visibly across them.

This was a rare man
indeed. I actually
wanted
to take him between my lips, around my tongue. Not just because he'd
reciprocate, but because it would be a joy to watch him squirm and
growl at my tongue work.

I looked up from the sweet bulge in his jeans. His eyes
glowed, a feral look more animal than man, unbearably sexy.

“
We'll get to that.” He gave me another
kiss, hard and deep. “First, I want to watch you squirm. I want
to feel you shake when you're blazing hot and all tied up, begging me
to stop.”

Oh! I knew there was something kinky beneath the
surface.

And very insistent too. More kisses fell on my helpless
lips. Nick's strong hands squeezed harder. His big frame pushed
against mine, moving me to the leather chair in the corner.

I toppled on it a little awkwardly, too drunk on his
latest kiss to stop myself. When I looked up, mind and body blurry
with dueling warmth, he had his belt off.

“
Hands behind your back. I'm gonna tie you down
tight. Wouldn't dream of letting you go...not when I'm this fucking
close.”

This kind of kink? Really?

I eyed him reluctantly
for a moment. God, he looked good enough to lick from head to toe.

Okay, you win, big boy. If kink is the price of
admission to that hot bod of yours...

I tipped my head backward with a purr. Sweet surrender.

I'd never really experimented with BDSM before, but the
idea had always been appealing.

You know you like it rough. And everything about this
man says
rough
and
wild to the bone.

My hands slipped behind the chair and met somewhere in
the middle. He stood behind me, his breath picking up as he bound my
hands with that belt.

He wasn't kidding about tying me down tight. The smooth
belt kissed my wrists with its coolness, covering my skin, a
delightful contrast to the bright lust seething in my blood.

Nick finished looping the belt into place and stopped.
When he didn't come around a second later, I tapped my feet on the
chair's front legs, pushing out my heavy breasts.

What the hell's the delay? These girls are aching for
your touch. Don't make them wait, Nick.

I cleared my throat. His breathing picked up behind me,
hard and fast and ragged.

There was a harsh click near my ear. I would've known
that sound anywhere.

In a single second, the lust surging through me went out
like a candle's flame, replaced with a terror fueled adrenaline
instead. I tried to whirl around – forgetting I was bound –
but my body wouldn't let me twist to face him.

“
Put the gun down, you asshole. I knew there was
something off about this,” I added under my breath.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Should've listened to a
different instinct.

“
You're not in a position to be making any
demands, Lyla. As much as I'd like to toy with your beautiful body –
and I really would – I've got more important business.”

He stepped around to face me. A handgun was lowered to
his side and his face was red, as if he'd just surfaced from the
water, deprived of precious air.

“
What business is that? Stealing my shit so you
can collect the profits?” I hissed the words through my teeth,
rage flickering through me with every word.

Mostly at myself.

Fucking idiot. Guess it isn't just men who make
stupid decisions with what's between their legs.

“
Yeah, I'll be taking that thing in your trunk.
Gonna return it to its rightful owners, and make sure it winds up in
a place where a pretty little thief like you won't be able to come
after it a second time.” Nick smiled. That grin wasn't so sexy
anymore.

Bastard. Watch who you're calling little.

I snorted. Very slowly, he lifted the gun, making a bead
on my forehead. More fear exploded through me.

Scraps of my life flashed before my eyes, a dizzying
slide-show that ended the last time I saw my father. I wasn't
particularly religious, but if this was it, at least I had being
reunited with him to look forward to.

I broke. Tears began
rolling down my cheeks. It was humiliating enough to be tricked like
this, but to be killed by one of
them
,
just like dear old dad...

“
Do what you're gonna do. I'm a human woman. At
least we have heart, which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for
you.”

I jumped when I heard the clatter. The gun in his hand
didn't fire – hell, no. When I opened my eyes, it was on the
floor, and Nick slumped to the bed, beet red frustration streaking
his strong face.

“
I was ordered to kill you,” he said
pointedly. “Gods, I wish you were a man. This would've been so
much easier.”

I watched in silence as he sprang up and paced the bed.
Then my eyes jerked back to the gun, but it was way too far for me to
reach, even if I tipped myself over and fell next to it.

“
Good news: I can't do it. Not to someone as
beautiful and sweet as you.”

I clenched my jaw. We were way past compliments, though
I'd never heard of a shifter giving any human mercy.

He's complicated for a bear. I'll give him that.

“
Then...” I swallowed hard, collecting my
words. “What are you gonna do with me?”

He looked up at the nightstand. The smile was back, a
kind of dark pleasure at some new idea rattling in his head.

“
You're gonna drink this and enjoy a nice long
sleep for me, beautiful. The artifact will be gone when you wake up
in the morning. Sorry for the busted trunk. That's just the price of
doing business, I suppose. And a small cost for your life.”

The smile melted. His face was deadly serious again,
hard and determined in a way that would've been hot if he weren't
threatening me.

Stupid, stupid girl. Can't believe I'm still feeling
attracted to him, even after this.

I moaned and thrashed my head when he brought the squat
bottle to my face. Nick pushed the glass to my lips. I licked the
edge and spat at him.

“
Drink, damn you! If you don't, I'll have to think
hard about sticking to the original plan after all.”

Our eyes locked like two volcanoes smoldering at each
other across a canyon. That stupid ball in my car was worth a lot –
a couple year's worth of survival and play money – but wasn't
my life worth more?

It took all my strength to relax my mouth and not hiss
or spit again. He raised the tip to my mouth, surprisingly gentle.

Rich bourbon sloshed around in all its biting glory. I
swallowed it, and then readied for another sip, never taking my eyes
off the darkness in his.

He let me breathe for a couple minutes when the bottle
was nearly drained. Just enough time for the stuff to kick, and kick
hard.

The world blurred. Rage melted away like a glacier. Deep
down, I was still annoyed, but I couldn't remember why as I watched
this strange man pacing the room, muttering soft curses to himself.

“
Fucking crazy. Branson's gonna have me for dinner
if he finds out about this...wonder if she'll even sleep through the
night.”

He came closer, the hairs on the back of his neck
standing. Time folded, collapsing in on itself. Whenever I blinked,
the lighting in the room was a little different, and Nick seemed to
be in a different place or not here at all.

At one point, I saw him naked in front of me, his
perfect body grabbing at the big wooden stand next to the TV. He was
hunched over, sprouting fur and growing three times bigger than the
biggest man, shifting a snout and claws in front of me.

The one thing about the skinwalkers that always scared
me was...well, the fact that they could change from people into giant
hulking bears in a wink. I'd only seen it from a distance before,
twice, never this close. And never with someone who'd given me a
dangerous temptation.