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Mating Mr. Right Now: A Bearfield short

by Jacqueline Sweet

The Growler was Bearfield’s finest and only roadhouse. They served food that stuck to your ribs and drinks that knocked you on your ass. Even the homemade root beer was good. His aunt ran the place with the help of a team of orphaned werewolves. It was a long story. Sebastian spent most of his time at the Growler, propped up on a stool, chatting with the wolves or reading a book. He enjoyed the way the mountain light shone through the stained glass windows and painted the long wooden table in dappled reds and oranges.

Tomorrow he’d be at his father’s side, walking the Conclave to meet and greet the far flung clans of bears. And each and every Alpha would look upon him with pity in their eyes, knowing that he should have been born a shifter. It wasn’t his fault of course. These things happen. But that didn’t soften the blow. He’d be at his father’s side, running a gauntlet of recrimination, right up until the ceremonies began, and then he’d be barred with all of the other bear-blooded. Shifters only. No humans allowed.

He sighed into his drink, wishing again it was something harder and more alcoholic. And braced himself for what was to come.

The saloon doors to the Growler swung open. Sebastian glanced over, expecting to see one of the lunchtime regulars like Sheriff Pete or Eddie Chigliak from the movie theater. But instead what he saw took his breath away.

A woman stood in the doorway. Light from the stained glass windows flowed over her, casting her in a golden glow. She was damn near as tall as he was, with wide shoulders and thick thighs. The woman wore motorcycle boots with spiderweb stockings, cut off jean shorts that hardly covered anything, a ripped t-shirt advertising some band called The Furies and a leather motorcycle jacket. Her head was shaved on one side and the other side was spit curled like some 1920’s flapper. To Sebastian, she looked like post-apocalypse Beyonce. The woman had serious eyes and wide full lips painted bronze. She scanned the room as if looking for someone to kill. Her eyes took in each and every person, weighing them and judging them, until they focused on Sebastian.

One she saw him, she strode over to him.

He couldn’t decide if he should fall to his knees and beg forgiveness or leap out the window, so he did neither.

“You, are we related?” she asked in a voice like a hand stroking fur.

“No,” Sebastian said, his voice almost breaking. “At least, I don’t think so. My name is—”

She put a finger on his lips. “No names. Follow me. I have need of you.” She turned and strode from the restaurant. Sebastian couldn’t tear his eyes off her wide, shapely ass.

Two of the werewolf busboys laughed at Sebastian and pushed him from the chair. “Have fun!” they called.

What else could he do? It beat sitting around feeling sorry for himself in the Growler. Sebastian hurried after her, emerging into the bright mid-day light and blinking at the sight of the woman sitting astride her motorcycle.

“You are young and strong,” she said.

Sebastian stared at her.

“That was a question.”

“Yes? Yes, I am.”

“No heart conditions?”

“Nope.”

“No illnesses?”

“None.”

She sniffed the air, taking his scent. “Are you a virgin?”

“Not since Halloween,” he grinned. “It’s a funny story actually,” he began, but then stopped once he saw her expression.

“Very well.” She patted the seat behind herself. “Come with me.”

“Where?” It wasn’t his habit to run off with the first amazingly hot woman that asked him to. But on second thought, it didn’t sound like a bad habit to have.

“I have a cabin. Up in the woods where my pack is staying. They are all at the campground now and the place is deserted. I’m going to take you there and you are going to make me cum. A lot. Do you understand?”

Sebastian’s cock answered for him, rapidly hardening in his jeans. The woman smiled at him and his heart crashed in his chest. If she was gorgeous when she looked like she wanted to kill everyone in the Growler, she was doubley so when she smiled.

“Why me?” he asked, throwing a leg over the back of her bike.

“Because you are pretty and strong and I have a desperate need to get laid.”

“Fair enough,” Sebastian said as she gunned the engine and took off like a bat out of hell.

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by Erzabet Bishop

“Do you see one you want to try?” Lucas placed his hand on the small of her back and pressed a kiss to her cheek. His cat lay close to the surface, his eyes betraying his excitement. His mid-length sable hair was tied back today with a leather cord, leaving his roguish expression free and clear.

Instead of leather, today he wore a simple pair of jeans, his feet and chest bare. It was before club hours and he was off work from his shop, Scarlet Ink, across the street.

Jonathan, her big but quietly pensive teddy bear, joined them, selecting a paddle with a heart cut out of the wood. “I like this one.” The gray t-shirt gripped his muscular chest like a second skin. His powerful thighs were encased in weathered jeans that rested over the top of his ever present black boots.

“Of course you would. You made it so it leaves a mark.” Lucas grinned and took the paddle from him. A switch in every way there was, Lucas could be a top or a bottom depending on the circumstance. It was super hot when he and Jonathan slipped into their dynamic, and more than once she found herself wet with desire, not quite sure how she fit in to this threesome. But she was happy.  Equally important, so was her inner hedgie.

They were all still getting to know each other, and with that adventure came a foray into the much read about, but never experienced, world of BDSM. Lucas and Jonathan ran Ventures, a club that gave shifters and humans a place to be themselves. Now Natalie just had to figure out what that was.

Her hedgie wanted their mates to make babies, whether they were cubs, kits or baby hedgies. But this curvy girl, well…she wanted to explore the sexy side of life with the business end of a paddle. She had a feeling she could be naughty enough to deserve a rather nice spanking each and every day of her life. From both of her men.

“I love it.” She accepted the paddle from Lucas, letting her fingers roam over the smooth finish. It was truly the work of an artisan.

“Do you want to try being the spanker or the spankee the first time?”

“What?” She was so startled by the question, she almost lost her grip on the paddle.

“Lucas here needs a proper swat or two for getting us in the newspaper, don’t you boy?” Jonathan pulled him close and slapped him on the ass before drawing him in for a scorching kiss that left her panties soaked just watching.

“Can she?” Lucas turned his golden eyes to her. “I would love that.”

“Oh…that would be different. But then it’s my turn, okay? To be the spankee, I mean.” Natalie giggled and wrapped her fingers around the handle. She gave it a swing and the air whistled through the holes.

“Absolutely.” Jonathan smiled. “Now, where do you want him?”

“On one of your benches.” She didn’t even have to think twice. Natalie turned from the wall of implements and let her gaze wander over the selection of benches before her. Some were more padded than others, and some leaned more toward a firm wooden surface. “Which one do you like, Lucas?”

“This one. It has a brace to hold on to and a couple of different ways you can either stand or kneel.” He lowered himself onto the leather kneeler to illustrate.

“Pants off or do you want them on?”

“Off.” Heat slid up her cheeks and her stomach fluttered.

With a wink, Lucas divested himself of his jeans and stood naked, his cock jutting proudly toward her. “I thought you might say that.”

“Very pleasing. Now, let’s see that ass.” Jonathan ran his hand along Lucas’s firm backside.

“Please.”

Lucas knelt against the bench, his thighs flexing.

“Cheeky cat.” Jonathan moved behind her, gripping her hands to guide her swing. “Now, you try.”

Jonathan stepped back, giving her space to work. She was glad she’d thought to bring a simple pair of shorts, a tee, and some sneakers. Anything with a heel would have made her wobble for sure, and that wasn’t what was needed here.

Her hedgie wiggled impatiently, urging her forward. She eyed Lucas’s fine ass and swung, the paddle connecting with a loud smacking sound.

“Omph!” The cat shifter grunted, his mouth falling open in startled surprise.

“He didn’t think you’d do it. Do you want to make him count?” Jonathan pressed a kiss to her cheek and waved her forward.

Natalie grinned. “No. Not this time.”

“Okay. How about a couple more? Just so you can get a better feel for what it’s like to hold the paddle.”

Natalie nibbled on her lip and nodded. “Okay. You’re sure, Lucas?”

Her mate hummed and she noticed his cock still hard and at the ready.

“Oh yes. Please.”

Her pussy spasmed at the expression of bliss on his handsome face. God how she wanted to touch him right now. To feel his tongue against her skin and his cock inside of her.

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Joy tried to keep her heart from pounding out of her chest, but it was no use. She had wanted a good workout and had hoped to strike up a conversation with a shifter or two at the gym. But the last thing she had expected was to have her Alpha come by and give her boxing pointers. Had she known that was all it would take to have the man who haunted her lustful dreams come to her, she would have watched the damned boxing videos and come to the gym a long time ago.

Warren stood behind her, his huge hands on her shoulders. “Okay, hit the bag.” His voice rumbled deep and sexy right next to her ear. His hot breath fanned her neck, sending a shiver straight through her. Just a small step back and she’d be up against him.

She blinked a few times trying to remember what he’d asked of her. Oh, right. Hit the bag. She brought her arms up and swung, almost missing the bag entirely. Shit.

“You’re not concentrating, Joy,” he said, his voice sending another jolt through her.

“I’m sorry. I’m pretty new at this,” she admitted. The only reason she’d chosen to take up boxing was because she knew Warren included it in his workouts. The fact that she enjoyed it was a side bonus.

Warren brought his hand from her right shoulder to her wrist. He positioned it where he wanted, then stepped back. “It’s okay. You’ll get it. This is where I want you to hit. Not so far back this time.” He slid his hand down the red leather, showing her.

She took her swing, hitting the bag right where he’d instructed.

“Much better. Now you have to do the same with the left. Always with the middle knuckle.” He came behind her, positioning both her arms, pressing his hard chest against her back. She closed her eyes and took a steadying breath. When he moved away, it was all she could do to keep a needy whimper from slipping past her lips.

When he brought his hands to rest on her hips, her heart thudded, then raced ahead. Although the workout so far hadn’t been all that strenuous, she couldn’t quite catch her breath.

“Use your whole body. Boxing, whether you’re facing an opponent or the bag, isn’t just in the arms. You have to move with it to put power behind the punches. Now, go again,” he demanded.

The authoritative tone of his voice had her girly parts tingling as she drew her arm back and struck the bag, first with the right, then with the left. Whap. Whap.

“You’re too tight. Let me show you.”

Joy stepped to the side, more than happy to watch him move and pose for her.

“See how my legs are? When you strike, you’re going to move everything from your feet up.” Warren didn’t have gloves on, but he punched the bag anyway, demonstrating what he wanted her to do. “Try again.”

She was going to regret letting him get that close, there was no doubt about it, but she got in front of the bag and brought her arms up. She didn’t have them up quite high enough, and her feet weren’t in the right position, but if this was the only contact she’d have with him, she wanted to make it last.

Warren didn’t disappoint. With his hands on her hips, he twisted her so she was facing in the right direction. Pushing his knee between her legs, he widened her stance. “How long did you say you’ve been doing this?”

“I just started. I watched a few videos at home and practised in front of a mirror. Today is my first time at the gym.”

Joy let the building pressure wash over her. She hadn’t had a heat since before the rest of her pack had been slaughtered over six months ago, but the need pulsing through her told her one was coming. All she wanted to do was throw her gloves off and tackle him to the mat. Too bad there were so many people in the gym. All around her, men were grunting and sweating as they did their workouts. If it wasn’t for the fact that the only one her wolf was interested in was the one who had his leg between hers, she might have enjoyed the sweaty display of rippling muscles.

Her wolf clawed at her, wanting more intimacy. It wanted her to rub herself all over Warren and claim him as her own. She could push her hips back and get a whole lot better acquainted with Warren, but she’d break her position. Was it worth the humiliation if he pushed her away? Totally worth it. But before she had the chance to do it, he pulled back.

“Okay, let me see.”

When she glanced at him, his eyes were on her form. On her ass, to be exact. Heart racing, she gave it a little extra sway as she turned her attention to the bag and swung, putting his lesson into motion. A second later, the deep rumble of his growl had her spinning to face him. He took two steps, eliminating the distance between them in an instant.

As if the man wasn’t sexy enough on his own, that deep growl had her throbbing at her core. “How was that?” The words came out in a husky whisper. He had yet to touch her, but her nipples pebbled and strained against the soft fabric of her tank.

He brought his hands to her hips, pulling her closer. When the hard ridge of his cock pressed into her belly, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She shifted her weight from one side to the other, her body rubbing against his. This was what she needed—what her wolf needed.

“Much better.” His gaze drifted to her mouth, and his minty breath mingled with hers.