(An adults only tale that features hot leather love by the ultimate of Bears and much more!)
“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 it’s as hard to tell with weres as it is with most Supes. He could be a lot older.) smiling up at me. He wasn’t 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 guy’s eye, point to him and then leave, knowing he’d follow. It’s good to be a Berserker. We’re 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 didn’t insist on prowling around any topic. Why couldn’t he just say, “Hey—wanna fuck?” Oh, well, if they were that direct, there would probably be even more werewolves than there are now. Maybe it was evolution’s way of keeping their population down.
I smiled and headed back inside, knowing he’d 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 I’m yours” so I didn’t 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. I’d prefer it if he were more beefy, but hey—I 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 didn’t like it rough, but not all weres identify as subs. Didn’t matter to me. When you’re a Dom, the whole world is submissive, and the most fun is to top a top.
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