Riding Me Bear: (BBW Biker Mail Order Bride Group Shape Shifter Paranormal Romance) (Shifty Singles Book 5) Read Free

able to catch the last one out.”
    Maybe it was just the jarring cataclysmic confluence of collocated chemicals, or maybe it was truth with a capital T, but his arms felt right .  I felt safe there, and justified in that safety.  And, stranger still—I felt loved .
    “You’re the one,” I said.
    “What?”
    “You, I want you.”
    He looked down at me, brushing my hair back. “You’ll have me.”
    “I feel…” I grasped at straws—I didn’t have the words.
    “You feel the bear,” he said softly. “You feel the soul of our union. It’s as solid and certain, yet mystical as the shapes of the stars.”
    I looked up and traced Ursa Major with my finger and laughed quietly. “I don’t want to go to the bus.”
    “I was hoping you’d say that.”
    “Do we still have to do the ritual?”
    When he sighed it was like a mountain crumbling. “Yes.”
    Something yet stranger happened: I felt a tingle just bellow my belly.  Maybe it was knowing that I had found my man, that all was decided, that ultimately I would be safe with him—but I was suddenly aroused by the idea.
    “Don’t worry though,” said Zac. “We all carry a psychic pair bonding. They won’t ever love you quite the way I do, but they will all always care about and for you. You’re not just mine, but you’re a part of a family now.”
    Without my conscious volition, my mouth had gone dry and transferred all of that moisture to the space between my legs. I chewed my lip and thought about those gorgeous men from earlier, crowding around me, preparing to use my body, and eager to let me use them.
    There was no risk in it—I knew who I’d get at the end of things.  I could just revel in the heat of sex, be taken over by it, give myself to it.
    “Let’s go,” I said.
    “Hop on,” he replied with a grin. Zac fell to his hands and knees, becoming a bear in the instant of time from standing to landing. I jumped on top of him and wound my hands through his fur.
    “Is this okay,” I asked. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
    “You’re fine,” said his distinctly human voice. “Hold on tight!”
    With that we began to race out across the desert, the glow of the village and bus stop fading under the blacktop horizon. It only took us a little over an hour before we were back at the compound. Fiona was at the table playing cards with Marcus and the rest. She smiled at me, and without a word she and Marcus stood up from the table and left the room.
    The energy there seemed to shift. The raw lustful hunger in their eyes bore into me and I found myself eager to bare myself to them. My stomach was fluttering as they approached. I wondered if I should tear off my clothes, or let their desire take care of it for me.
    ‘Let’ them. It’s kinda laughable, in retrospect. I never had a choice. Their hands were upon my willing body, feeling me, their strong fingers running over every inch of my flesh, feeling me out. They lifted me up between them and it was like I was floating without gravity as I was explored. The whole of the experience was organic. In a smooth moment I had been pulled out of my shirt—I didn’t even feel it happen.
    I was whirling in a dream-state, twisted and turned and traded between those men—and Zac ever present, guiding, controlling (did the others know?). First shirt, then buttons at my waist, my pants peeled down as I’m arched between two sets of firm hands, a tongue arcing along the small of my back and up the valley of my spine. My shoes are, and my socks. My bra goes floating away from me as hands come up to cover my breasts and masse them, the pads of an unknown man’s fingers teasing at the nipples. I feel hot breath between my legs, warming the cotton of my panties—I’m distracted from this as I’m rotated, teeth sinking into my backside—the panties are gone, the last I feel of them is a flick of fabric at my ankles.
    I’m spread like a starfish—there are mouths tracing their ravishing lust over my