Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Although every part of me said I wasn’t alone, I ignored the feeling as best as I could and kept working on cleaning off the thorny branches until my basket was filled.
Only then did I stand and turn around slowly, sweeping my gaze across the suddenly still and quiet surroundings.
A flock of birds scattered away from high above, and my heart started racing as that feeling of not being alone—of being watched—filled me.
I knew who—what—it was. I felt this same sensation for the last fifteen years.
The bear creatures watched me, as I knew they’d been doing all this time.
I shivered, very aware of the minutest stirrings all around me. The wind across any exposed skin. The way the lapping brook surrounded me. The fact that my body felt hot in a way I’d never experienced before.
Although my nerves felt shot, as they did every time I ventured this far out—to this exact spot—I also anticipated this strange sensation that consumed me.
After trying to swallow the thick lump in my throat and failing, I steadily—and slowly—made my way back across the brook to the other side. My heart was beating so fast by then, my palms were damp, and a tingling sensation settled right between my thighs.
But no matter what direction I scanned, I couldn’t see anything despite knowing I was being watched. From more than one direction.
I stood there for a moment and just let the feeling of them watching consume me. It was a heady feeling, one I had only experienced when it came to… them.
I exhaled, tightened my fingers around the handle of the basket, and started making my way back toward the cottage. All the while, that feeling of them close but still far away was ever-present, and I held on to it, letting it wash over my body.
I let it tingle between my thighs, tighten my nipples, and knew I’d find myself in bed touching myself as I thought the most obscene things about creatures that weren’t even human.
Chapter
Two
Bear
“I’m tired of waiting.”
I looked over at Bruin as he tore into the carcass of a deer. I could feel the wild energy surrounding him. He was just as impatient as I was, my middle brother.
I didn’t respond, and he turned his gold eyes my way, baring his teeth in an irritated scowl.
“She wasn’t ready,” Ursid, our youngest brother, growled, his voice deep, because he too was just as impatient for our female.
“We all want her, but she wasn’t ready. Not until now.” I rose and left my brothers finishing their meal, headed out of the cabin, and made my way to where I knew she’d be.
It had been so long since I first saw her, since we found her alone and lost in the woods all those years ago. We hadn’t seen her as anything more than a human child who needed help. And so we’d done just that. But the protective side of us demanded we made sure she stayed safe and protected at all costs.
We provided for her and her family throughout the years by bringing bundles of berries to her doorstep, led injured deer toward her home so they were easy kills and they wouldn’t go hungry.
We looked after her, and because we were the most dangerous predators around, nothing dared come close to her.
It was when she was of age, when we saw how beautifully she’d grown into a woman, that we knew she was ours and that no other would compare.
And when her parents died, it took everything in us not to comfort her, not to pull her into our big, furry bodies and hold her close.
As much as we wanted her, knew she would be ours in all ways, I knew we had to wait longer to claim her. She needed time to navigate this new path in her life.
But the waiting was hard.
I kept following her scent until I found her stepping through a clearing, where a pool of water was filled by the mountain spring above.
I kept behind the thick covering of trees, watching as she took off her shift. I was a basic, primal creature, but even I knew watching Goldie like this was wrong.
But I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t. I wanted to take in every creamy, curvy inch of her body. I wanted to memorize it. I wanted to grip my shaft and jerk off to the sight, smell, and feel of her.
I wanted to watch as my brothers took their fill of our female. She’d be covered in our seed, smeared in thick ropes of cum that would ensure she smelled just like us.
I reached down for my cock, gripping the thick length and giving it a hard tug. It stayed hidden, protected beneath the heavy layer of dark fur that covered my kind from head to foot.