~ TEASER ~
As the moon rose high in the sky and beamed its cool radiance down into the cave, I found myself surrounded by not three men, but three bears.
Werebears , I corrected myself.
They approached me slowly, their warm muzzles rubbing against my goosebumped flesh. I looked into Bran’s eyes, seeing the same conviction, curiosity, and was that even…desire? My mind reeled as the bears closed in. I should have been scared. I should have been running for my life.
But I never did what I was told anyway.
Every cell in my body seemed to sing at the presence of the bears around me, skin pulling and tugging as I felt a gnawing in my chest. Something in there was trying to get out . It should have been crazy, and maybe it was, but I felt for the first time something inside of me telling me this was finally where I belonged.
But could these three bears – these three pack brothers – ever come to accept me? Even if they said I was one of them, surely there were others as well. Some kind of pack ordering, perhaps. They were being nice in memory of my father, but there was no way they’d actually want to be with me like that . Besides, there were three of them, and one of me. 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 my eyes.
“We like you a lot,” continued the other man to my left. “I’m Aaron, by the way.”
“We’ve been thinking,” said the third man tentatively, sticking out his hand. I shook it dazedly. “I’m Jack.”
“There’s another option, you know,” said Bran. They were surrounding me, the heat from their skin enveloping my senses. It was intoxicating. I felt a rush of wetness seeping between my legs, breath escaping me with a gasp. I 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 my neck now, his breath hot against my flushed skin as he snaked his arms around my waist. Breath hitching, my cheeks burned red as my pussy throbbed. Was I really going to go through with this?
At the same time, Jack reached around to move his strong hands down my shaking arms, his yellow eyes boring deep into my own.
“Let us awaken your beast, Harper. Let us show you what you really are.”
I held the keys in my hand, the metal jingling as it unlocked the old rusty lock. With a slow creak, the door swung open, and there it was. “It’s all yours,” my father’s voice rung in my head. He had given me the keys to his old cabin in the woods in the last minutes before he died. I’d hardly known he had a cabin in the woods, much less that he’d give it to me. Sure, he went out on hunting trips sometimes, but hunting had never interested me much. Killing animals seemed repulsive, and I’d always had a penchant for animals in other ways.
Now I stood on the threshold of my father’s cabin, and he wasn’t at my side. I sighed, stepping into the house. Always thought he’d be with me if I ever came up here , I thought, looking around at the house. He hadn’t been here in months, as far as I knew, and yet the house seemed well maintained, as if someone had come through only yesterday.
Fingering a few books on the bookshelf lining the wall, I cocked my head trying to read the titles. “Bears of the Argus Valley”, “Bears and their Habitats”, even a strange looking pamphlet titled “Bear-ology”. Hmm, hadn’t known he was so into bears , I mused, moving on. I sunk down into a comfy chair on the side of the room, letting the sun filter in and warm my body. He’s gone, Harper . The
Rebecca Hamilton, Conner Kressley