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The Werebear is the largest and strongest of the shape-shifter community, and he feels the only drawback of his heritage is how his libido goes into hibernation over the winter, but floods back with the spring. His returned urges draw him out to the biker bar owned by a local pack, where the last time he was there he spent a night of the sort of rough sex he enjoys, topping the packs alpha. This time hes about to meet an ambitious werewolf by the name of Dallas. Dallas had instructions to initiate the alphas pup. But he has his eyes set on the Werebear, and armed with dazzling good looks and an on-line degree from the University of Phoenix, he is confident hes about to have a night hell brag aboutif he survives it.

(An adults only tale that features hot leather love by the ultimate of Bears and much more!)

Excerpt:

Hey, someone said behind me, the smell of wet dog rising up. I turned around and saw what seemed to be a twenty-something (but its as hard to tell with weres as it is with most Supes. He could be a lot older.) smiling up at me. He wasnt short, but most of the world population has to look up at Werebears unless they belong to the NBA. He was a good looking guy..If I were bear-shifted, my ears would be up. As it was, my dick was starting up. Score. My idea of flirting was to catch a guys eye, point to him and then leave, knowing hed follow. Its good to be a Berserker. Were pretty much the top of the food chain when it comes to the Supernatural Community.

Dallas, he said, raising his voice to override the band. Saw you the other night when you were matching shots with Derrick. Want to do shots with me? It would be so much faster for me if wolves didnt insist on prowling around any topic. Why couldnt he just say, Heywanna fuck? Oh, well, if they were that direct, there would probably be even more werewolves than there are now. Maybe it was evolutions way of keeping their population down.

I smiled and headed back inside, knowing hed be right behind me. The noise level fell to that of a normal packed bar once the door closed. We grabbed a space at the bar when an older couple left. He signaled for tequila shots while I inspected him more closely. Not bad. Potential. We slammed back a few shots and he tailgated me home.
He gave off a wave of take me Im yours so I didnt waste any time. I yanked off his t-shirt and casually tossed it on the floor. He grinned enough to crack his face and as I watched his eyes shifted to indicate he was excited and/or aroused, which was pretty much the same way for most Supes.

He had a decent body. Id prefer it if he were more beefy, but heyI had been looking for Mr. Right Now, as opposed to Mr. Right. I picked him up and slung him over my shoulder because all Doms know when a sub wants it rough. Well, if truth were to be told, I never knew a were who didnt like it rough, but not all weres identify as subs. Didnt matter to me. When youre a Dom, the whole world is submissive, and the most fun is to top a top.

Tales of the Werebear: Wolf's Nipple

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