Bearly Breathing (Werebears of New Hampshire #1)(25)

Sidney’s bear was fixated on her. Normally he would’ve wandered off into the woods by now. Done bear things. But he couldn’t stop staring at her.

Sidney felt a strange, sudden pull towards her. His bear was purring and shaking in a strange way. It wasn’t like anything that Sidney had ever felt before.

Oh crap.

His bear was bonding to her.





Angie stared in complete awe as the polar bear in front of the cabin changed back into Sidney. He picked up his tattered clothes off of the ground and covered himself.

A million questions popped into her head. She had to know everything. But first things first.

“What the f*ck was that?” she asked.

He looked at her differently as he passed. Like he was somehow, all of a sudden, ashamed. He headed for the sofa and sat down. “I think I’m just going to go to bed,” he said.

“No. You don’t pull a stunt like that and just get to go to bed.” She placed her hands on her hips. He was a real, live werebear and she had some questions. A lot of questions. “Shifters are real?”

He lay down on the sofa and placed his hands over his eyes. “Yup.”

“What species are you descended from? Are you homo sapiens? Australopithecus?”

“They didn’t exactly hand me a textbook when I was born.”

She had to know everything. “Do you and your bear share the same mind? Do you share thoughts? Feelings? Emotions?”

“We share the same body,” he said. “Our minds are linked.”

She took his hand in hers and studied it. His fingers looked so human. They were bear paws a minute ago. She ran her fingers over his fingertips. Claws had burst out of these fingertips and now they were completely healed. How is that possible?

She was sitting next to him, brushing her fingers along his arms, his chest, inspecting his body in an intimate way. She caught herself and looked into his eyes. He was gazing at her with a loving tenderness, looking at her in a way that no one had ever looked at her before, seeing through her eyes down into her core.

It caught her off guard and she lowered her head. His shredded white shirt was sitting on his lap, the only thing covering his nakedness.

Her eyes trailed down his muscular legs to his feet. “It’s amazing,” she said. “All of that fur. Is it in you or was it produced on the spot?” His skin looked normal. It didn’t make sense. “I would kill to do an autopsy on you.”

He laughed. “Well please don’t kill me,” he said. “I kinda like this whole life thing.”

She chuckled. “That’s not what I meant,” she said, leaning in and examining his face, his ears. “It’s just…you’re amazing.”

“You can come examine me anytime,” he whispered, turning his head to meet her eyes. His face was so close to hers, his lips in kissing distance. Her heart rate jumped as she realized where she was: on the sofa with a hot, naked man.

He brushed his hand down her cheek and then it all unraveled so fast. Her hand was on his hairy chest and their lips found each other. She postured up on the couch and ran her fingers through his blond hair as she shoved her tongue into his mouth.

His enormous arms wrapped around her, swallowing her, engulfing her, and her * clenched. She had never been with such a powerful man before and her body was responding in a carnal way.

She gasped and took in deep breaths as their mouths broke apart and he coated her neck with kisses. His tattered shirt flew onto the floor. Was it her? Was it him? She didn’t know but his erection was out and ready for her.

“Oh my,” she gasped, her cheeks turning red when she saw the size of it. It was in proportion to his enormous body. And way out of proportion to hers.

He smiled and kissed her on the lips. He playfully tugged her bottom lip in his teeth as she wondered what would happen if she ran out the door into the woods. How was that thing going to fit in her tiny body?

He slid her shirt off over her head and kissed her chest and the thought seemed to melt away as she writhed her * on his leg. His cock rubbed against her thigh and all she wanted, all that mattered, was to get her clothes off.

She ripped off her bikini top and slid down her shorts and bottom. He stared at her perky breasts as she got back on the sofa and straddled him.

His mouth was on her nipples at once, licking, kissing and sucking on them. She moaned as she reached down and stroked his thick cock. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to get f*cked properly for once.


Her nipples hardened in his mouth, his tongue tickling them and making them erect. He moaned as she squeezed his wide shaft and rubbed it along her * lips. She gasped and spread her legs wider.

She arched up and pressed his tip inside her wet tunnel. He was so large. Sidney gripped her ass and helped steady her as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

Her * burned as she engulfed him. She had never felt so full, so completely stuffed before.

“Fuck it’s so big,” she whined as she pushed her hips down.

He grunted and grinned, leaning his head back on the couch.

She gasped and cried out as he stretched her insides. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. It hurt but it felt so good, so gigantic.

She exhaled in relief as she finally reached the bottom with his whole cock inside her. She took fast, deep breaths and laughed. “That’s one down,” she said.