Shifters with Secrets (An MMF Bisexual Threesome)(24)

Ellis desperately tried to peel his hands off of his neck but Matteo was too strong. He opened his mouth trying to speak but nothing came out. Air, blood and words were all cut off from the second’s powerful grip.

“I don’t think he can answer with your hands wrapped around his neck like that boss,” Keene said.

Ellis’ vision was starting to go blurry. He felt lightheaded and dizzy.

“Well then it looks like he’s going to die,” Matteo said casually, staring into Ellis’ wide eyes.

“Drop him,” Beckett ordered.

Matteo let him go and he fell to the ground. He leaned over, taking short, desperate breaths. His throat burned but his vision returned. He squeezed his fists and stared at the ground.

“Enough f*cking around,” Beckett ordered. “Ellis go get the gear.”

Ellis looked down the valley at the two large chests that landed half a mile away. He sighed.

“Yes and do hurry up,” Keene said. “My throat is parched.”





Ellis sat on the chests with his chin in his hands waiting for someone to call for a bottle of water, a sandwich or a fresh ax.

He stared at the raging fire in the distance and clenched his jaw. If we did it my way we’d be on the way home by now.

Ellis loved to be in the thick of the fire. He loved hearing the crack as the burning hundred year old trees crashed down around him. He loved slamming his ax into a thick trunk, snapping it in two with his super human strength. But his favorite thing to do was to phase into his bear and push the flaming trees over. He could contain a fire by himself in under an hour.

His inner animal called to him.

Ellis shook his head. “Fuck off,” he muttered. His bear was desperate to find a mate in the past few months and it was driving him nuts.

Keene poked out of the tree line in the distance covered in soot. The dirty, fire retardant suit clung tightly to his massive frame.

“Hey waterboy,” he called out. “I’m sweaty. Come wipe me down.”

Ellis stood up. “I’ll wipe you down with an ax.” He took a step forward.

“Easy,” he said laughing. “Just stay there. Those sandwiches aren’t going to guard themselves.” He disappeared back into the forest laughing.

“Fuck this,” Ellis said and ripped off his shirt. He slid out of his jeans, kicked off his boots and phased. Long, thick brown hairs sprouted out of his skin. There was a loud ripping sound and pain. Lots of pain, as his body exploded into a large, brown grizzly bear. A low grumble released from his chest and he sprinted off towards the forest on four powerful legs.

He ran right into the edge of the blaze, where the forest was glowing bright orange. The heat was intense but Ellis loved it. He stepped up on his back legs and pushed a long tree over that was untouched by the fire. It cracked and snapped as he forced it down with his giant paws. It squealed as it gave way and tumbled down, taking several smaller trees with it. Ellis moved onto the next one.


Half an hour later he had the fire pretty much contained. Just a few more trees.

He reared up and pushed on the trunk of a large oak tree. His bear was thinking incessantly about a mate. It’s not going to happen dude. Leave me alone.

He was arguing with his inner animal and didn’t notice Beckett running into the area, calling his name. The large oak tree cracked under the force of his paws and fell like the blade of a guillotine. It landed on his brother.

Beckett’s screams woke him from his trance and Ellis phased back to his human form.

“Shit!” he said running over naked. The old log, the size of a baby’s pool was lying across his brother’s chest. Beckett’s eyes were glazed over and rolling into the back of his head. His mouth was opening and closing, slowly, like a fish out of water.

“It’s going to be okay,” Ellis said, more for himself than for his brother.

He bent down and tucked his arms as far under the tree trunk as possible. He held his breath and grunted as he struggled to stand up on his thick legs. Every muscle in his body was strained to the max under the extraordinary weight. His heels sunk into the earth as the tree inched up.

“Ahhh,” he grunted through clenched teeth, as he pushed his body to the breaking point. The fallen tree slowly lifted higher until it was off Beckett’s crushed body. He took a short breath and stepped forward, pushing the tree away from his brother.

He dropped the tree on the ground when his brother was safely out of reach.

“Beckett,” he whispered as he dropped to his knees beside him.

Beckett’s face was still. He wasn’t moving. Ellis held his limp hand in his and shook his head. This couldn’t be happening. His strong and stubborn brother who always looked out for him in his own bullheaded way. The responsible and calm alpha of the crew who never lost his cool. Ellis couldn’t imagine a world in which Beckett wasn’t in it. Ellis didn’t want to imagine that world. Of course they butted heads but he loved his brother. He needed his brother.

Ellis lowered his head as his vision blurred. A tear rolled down his cheek and landed on his hand.

A long, low growl escaped from Beckett’s throat and Ellis perked up.

“Let’s go buddy,” he said, shaking his brother’s shoulder. Beckett moved his head to the side and Ellis exhaled hard in relief. “Oh thank God,” he said, squeezing his alpha’s hand.