Werebear Bang: Tales Of The Werebear, #2

By Skye Eagleday

Werebear Bang

Only the largest and strongest of the Supernatural Shapeshifting community could have the power to feed his carnal appetite with Werewolves (and a rare Coyote Shifter). The question is if the other Shifters can survive a night of passion with the newly arrived Werebear. This Berserker (as the Werebears call themselves) is entering into spring with his libido awakening after a passionless winter. He defines rough sex. And reflecting his Bear heritage, there is no stopping him from satisfying his desires. No human lover can live if he loses control. Fortunately, Shifters are able to heal in a way humans cannot. Join the Werebear on his journey to taste life to the fullest, including the rich blood of an alpha Werewolf during one of the wildest and roughest  supernatural gangbangs you’ll ever find.(An adults only explicit story of hot leather daddy sex with the ultimate bear. M/m/m/m/m/)

Excerpt:

“So,” he said, taking a swallow from his bottle and looking down at my dick. I usually had that effect on guys. Nobody ever looked me in the eye when I was naked. “How did you like doing it with Derrick?”

I flashed back on Derrick, Dallas’ pack master and the owner of the Steel Horse Saloon, the biker bar where I had been picking off tricks. Like most Berserkers, I remembered most things in a physical way, rather than in “pictures,” so I immediately remembered his wet dog smell, the lube we used, the feel of his skin, and how tight he was when I rammed him. I thought about the fine texture of his blonde hair. I thought about how he smelled of the tequila from a round clay pot. I swear to the goddess if you held a gun to my head (and you would immediately lose that hand if you did), I couldn’t tell you his eye color, although since he was blonde, they were most likely blue.

I suddenly surfaced from my memories and said, “Wait a minute, why are you asking me? Is this some sort of shit about pack politics? I got caught by the short hairs back in Duluth one time because of what some were pulled trying to climb up the hierarchy ladder. I’m not going down that road again.”

“No, no,” he said, waving his hands like he was chasing flies. “He was telling me how much he enjoyed being with you. Coyote guy was knocking back shots and telling me even though he was walking funny for a couple of days, you were the best he’s ever had.” Dallas took a deep drink and set the bottle back down. “And let me tell, you, the Coyote guy has been around the block long enough to leave a rut. If you’re the best he’s had, that’s really saying something.” He laughed and his eyes were shot through with gold. He was growing on me. Maybe it was time to show him the door. I really wasn’t ready for a relationship at this point, and I didn’t want this turning into “the third time’s the charm” thing.

“No offense,” I said, sucking down half my ale, “but this feels like one of those were things where you keep prowling around what you really want to say, rather than just dealing with it. My uncle used to say something that translates into English as talking through the flowers. It means addressing the vase on the table instead of the person across from you. It means not being direct. Why are you asking?”

“Well,” he said, rubbing the bottle between his large hands as if it were a cock he was trying to please, “I was wondering if you might consider doing a three-way.”

“See,” I said, finishing my ale and getting up to pull out the Hot Pockets as the microwave dinged, “how hard was that to just say?”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Skye Eagleday
• Release date: Nov 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781497715714

Skye Eagleday

I am a Native American. I am also a Storyteller. Some stories are best told during the day. Some stories are best told during the night. I tell many different types of Stories. One of the favorite characters for many Native American Storytellers is Coyote. Coyote stories are also the ones most often censored by non-Natives.Did you know, for example, where I'm from it is said Coyote had two penises? You can visit my blog: www.SkyeEagleday.blogspot.com

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Werebear Bang

Tales Of The Werebear, Volume 2

Skye Eagleday

Published by Skye Eagleday, 2013.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

WEREBEAR BANG

First edition. November 6, 2013.

Copyright © 2013 Skye Eagleday.

ISBN: 978-1497715714

Written by Skye Eagleday.

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I was almost finished with him, and he wasn’t bad. I slapped his werewolf ass and dragged him close to me in a bear hug (ok, that was such a bad pun), happy to fuck someone who wouldn’t be crushed in the process. One of the challenges of being a Berserker and the largest and strongest of all shapeshifters, was finding a partner who wouldn’t crumple like a paper bag when I hugged him without holding back. Ok, granted he screamed out in pain because a couple of his ribs might have broken, but werewolves heal pretty rapidly. I licked his neck and then shoved him away.

What can I say? I have a reputation to protect. You think I’d spoon after I fucked him and the next morning I planned on offering him breakfast?  I’m a Werebear—not Martha Stewart.

Dallas was a lot of fun. Not quite beefy enough to really make my cock pop up without direct stimulation, but I would admit he had a lot of tongue talent. The only hesitation I had was a deep sense he was with me not because of my desires or his, but because this was probably part of the damn wolf politics I hated so much. Bears lack the pack mentality—oh, sorry—Bears are so much more evolved than to have a pack mentality. I sat back and for a brief second, tried to imagine what a bear pack would look like. Ok—we’d obviously rule the world. Lucky for the world we tend to keep solitary until we needed to fuck someone.  I had been hesitant to find someone here in Arizona who wasn’t a one night stand. I still was healing over Dave, and wasn’t seeking an actual relationship. 

But I will admit, after my third time with Dallas,