Lost To The Bear (BBW Bear Shifter Romance) Read online

  Hey, sexy. When I checked out your profile and saw your smoking-hot body, I thought to myself, here’s a chick I wouldn’t mind seeing some more of. And my wolf agrees, lol. I think you and I could have a lot of fun together!

  Kristin puffed her cheeks out. This wasn’t exactly what she’d been expecting. Flirting, sure, but this was on the verge of being sleazy. Still, he’d given her a compliment on her body. Guys usually didn’t say much about her body. And when she told them what she hated about it, they didn’t usually say much to reassure her either. Independently of her brain, her thumb typed out a reply:

  Is that so? ;)

  He replied immediately:

  Yes it is, sexy mama. Damn, you’ve got some curves I wouldn’t mind getting my teeth into ;)

  She squirmed a little. This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to be romanced, treated like a princess. She wanted someone who wanted to spend time getting to know her. She wanted what Lauren and Dina had. Again, her thumb took over, tapping on the phone’s glass display.

  You might find out that I’m more than you can handle,

  she wrote, and bit down on her lip. Who is this person being so coarse and snarky? I don’t even recognize myself. But it was her – it was the familiar persona that she slipped into with guys to prevent herself from being hurt. They thought she was so tough and smart-mouthed, never realizing that she was actually extremely vulnerable. Another message popped up:

  “I’m willing to take that chance. How about we go on a date together and find out if you’re right?”

  She barely hesitated before replying:

  “Ok”

  “Tuesday. 8.30, Silver Dime Saloon? You know it?”

  She did know it. It was a dirty biker bar on the outskirts of town; not her thing at all.

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “See you later, sexy.”

  And he was gone. The little dot on his profile showing whether he was online went from green to red. Kristin propped her chin up on her elbow. She had a date! On Tuesday! But why did she feel so deflated? Because you can tell he’ll be bad for you, and he’s obviously looking for a booty call, a little voice in her head told her. It was actually Lauren’s voice. When it came to things to do with men, her conscience always spoke in Lauren’s smarty, peppy tone, as if she had a miniature version of her hanging out in her brain. She let out a long sigh. Whatever. A date is a date. The wolf guy finds me attractive, and that has to be good for my self-esteem.

  A couple of hours later, and Kristin had finished the article she needed to write. When she worked, she was like a machine, never letting herself get distracted by anything, and in the years of bad relationships she’d had, this was something to be extremely grateful for.

  As usual, she felt ambivalent about going for a power walk. Her body felt sluggish and achy, but she knew it would help clear her head. She went into her bedroom to get changed into her exercise gear. Her sports bra was like body armor, made out of an inflexible type of mesh, but it did the job, keeping her large breasts in place as she worked out. Although, the side effect of them being lifted and crushed against her chest was that she ended up with some crazy cleavage, which was a little embarrassing. She sorted through her workout tops. It was still hot outside, even though it was late afternoon, and the only sleeveless one that was clean had a low v-neck that would put her crazy cleavage out on display. Oh well, she wasn’t planning on going out on the streets today, in case the tiger was around, so few people were likely to see her. She teamed it with some loose navy shorts that finished just above her knee, and some high-tech sneakers. She put her phone in an armband and left her apartment.

  It was nice to be going to the national park, she thought, during the drive there. Most of the time she wanted to maximize her exercise time, so she walked out right from her apartment. But she actually didn’t like pounding the sidewalk, people’s eyes on her all the time. She looked forward to being in the dark and cool of the forest.

  Kristin parked the car in an official national forest parking lot and headed off into the woods. It was as lovely as she’d expected. The pine needles were soft underfoot, and there was a cooling breeze, the air fragrant with all the smells of nature. Dappled light filtered through the trees, onto the forest floor. She’d set herself a target of six miles. It was a long way, considering how hungover she’d been this morning, but she sometimes used exercise as a way of punishing herself for the things she’d eaten, or her body for not looking the way she wanted it to.

  She walked aimlessly, trusting her phone’s workout app to keep her updated on her progress. She wondered how far away she was from the guys’ cabins. It was a big park, and the entrance she’d just used had been nowhere near the road where she’d parked yesterday. The forest felt different here too –mainly pines, rather than the deciduous trees that surrounded the cabins.

  “You have walked two miles,” a sparky female voice announced from her phone. Wow! That had been pretty easy. She reached a junction with three paths leading off it, and she chose to go right, down the path that seemed to lead right into dense foliage. She loved the adventure of being in nature, never knowing what the next turning would bring.

  This particular turning brought thick, bright green forest, pressing into the path on both sides. Kristin plunged on and on. Her favorite workout playlist was being piped through her earbuds, and the novelty of the setting was distracting her from the effort of her workout. All she was aware of was the lushness of the forest and the rhythm of her feet on the dirt.

  Suddenly, something orange dashed across the path in front of her.

  “What the fuck?” she exclaimed, stopping dead. Adrenaline was shooting through her limbs, and making her feel like her heart was about to explode. She’d definitely seen something, but it had disappeared into the undergrowth. She ripped her earbuds out of her ears and listened. All she could hear was the pounding of blood in her ears. She jogged forward to the spot where it had been, and peered into the bushes. There was nothing. Had it been a cat? A dog? A fox? She’d probably seen it for one-tenth of a second, hardly enough time to register it as anything. Hey, but what’s that? There was a wisp of orange fluff caught on a thorn bush. Cautiously, she picked it out and held it in her hand, rubbing it between her fingers. It was surprisingly soft. Unconsciously, she lifted it to her nose and sniffed. It had a rich, spicy smell – animal, but with something else underlying it. There was a crack of branches overhead, and a twig fell from the sky. Kristin’s head snapped up, and she gasped at what she saw. There was a huge, orange and black tiger up in a tree. It was crouched, rather precariously, on a branch that didn’t seem thick enough to bear its weight, and it regarded her with glowing green eyes. For a split second, she was transfixed by its beauty and majesty. And then she ran.

  Kristin span around and went back the way she’d come, running at full pelt. Vines tangled around her ankles and she tripped repeatedly on tree roots, but she didn’t notice. The only thought screaming across her brain was, there’s a tiger right behind me, and I’ve got to get as far away from it as I can.

  She ran and ran for what seemed like miles. Her boobs were bouncing painfully and her lungs were burning, screaming for her to stop, but adrenaline drove her on. She was dimly aware of the annoyingly cheerful voice from her phone announcing “you have run 4.5 miles.” Where the hell was she? She slowed her pace fractionally, ripped off her armband and tapped her workout app. Shit. Apparently she was now 2.5 miles from her car. That seemed like a very long way. But there’s a tiger on your tail! She’d just take it slower. She plunged on, panting hard.

  Then, above the loud rasping of her breath was the sound of someone shouting. She could only hear it faintly, but it seemed to be a man’s voice. She stopped to listen, but the effort of her exertion caught up with her, and she bent over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath, drawing huge lungfuls of oxygen into her body. She felt dizzy, and nausea welled up in her stomach. When she was capable of standing up straight again, she
looked around her wildly. She was in a small clearing, and there was no sign of the tiger. What was that guy saying?

  “Hey! Shiftr app lady! It’s ok!” came a voice, much louder this time, and from the track behind her. What the fuck? She whipped around, in time to see a tall, well-built man running towards her. In another second he was right in front of her. Oh my god, it’s the tiger. Of course it is! Up close, he was absolutely gorgeous. His eyes were intensely green, and his face was so handsome, with lovely bone structure, and the most kissable lips she’d ever seen. His navy blue t-shirt clung to the torso that she already felt she knew so well.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, grinning a little sheepishly.

  “Scare me? You almost gave me a heart attack!” she yelled. The effort of speaking made her pant again, and she paused, hand on her chest, trying to get her breathing under control. She was so exhausted and annoyed that she didn’t even care that this stunning man was seeing her all hot and sweaty. He waited, giving her time.

  “So that was you up that tree?” she said at last.

  “Yes,” he said, bowing his head.

  “How the hell were you there? Were you stalking me?” she demanded. She could hear the aggression in her voice, but right now, she didn’t care. She was so mad at him.

  “No, of course not. I was just out in the forest, running, hunting, you know. And, to my surprise, I picked up your scent. I could tell that you were working out, so, of course I wanted to take a look at you. But you were going fast, and you were suddenly closer than I’d expected, so I leapt into a tree to avoid being seen by you. I just never expected you to look up. People never do.”

  “It’s my job to be observant,” she said drily. “I’m a journalist.”

  “That’s really cool,” he said, looking fascinated.

  “Your pants are undone,” she said, dropping her gaze.

  “Oops, sorry.” He pulled the zipper up, not at all embarrassed. “I just got dressed in a hurry,” he said with a shrug. She saw a flash of dark hair before his pants were fully closed. Is he going commando? Fuck, that’s hot! He took a step towards her.

  “We haven’t been introduced properly. I’m Roman.” He held his hand out. Reflexively, she did the same. His hand was strong and large, and she felt something, like a buzz of static, as they connected.

  “Kristin,” she replied. He stood and looked at her seriously.

  “Kristin, I need to understand why you don’t think we’re compatible. The app identified us as being a 100% match. We’re fated mates. That’s a rare and amazing thing. Some shifters spend their whole lives looking for their fated mate. Some die lonely because they never find them. For a shifter, it’s the jewel in the crown of life.” Kristin stared at him, feeling so, so torn.

  “We’re not fated mates, Roman. There’s a lot about me that you don’t understand. I’m flattered by you pursuing me, really I am. But I’m not the one for you. Please leave me alone now.”

  “Leave you alone – are you sure? You don’t look like you want me to leave you alone,” he said, in a low, purring voice. He took a step closer, and she took a step back, but not before she’d picked up his smell – a rich, masculine, outdoorsy scent, that seemed to insinuate itself into her nostrils. She gazed up at him wordlessly. “You look so sexy, glowing from your workout,” he continued. She shook her head, breaking the tension.

  “Please! I’m all hot and sweaty,” she said.

  “And that’s very sexy. You’ve got a tiny rivulet of perspiration, right here.” He reached out and touched her clavicle. Her body jolted, as if his finger had scorched her skin. “I would lick it away if we were more intimate with each other.” At his words, a little flame ignited deep inside her. Her clit tingled and she felt a shiver as her nipples hardened. She was glad they were hidden by the industrial-strength sports bra she was wearing. She’d never heard such a seductive voice before. It was soft, and low, with a smooth hypnotic resonance. If I don’t snap out of it, he could probably strip me naked right here without me protesting, she thought. God! That was perilously close to being her ultimate fantasy.

  He took another half-step closer.

  “I would love to get to know you better, Kristin. To be intimate with our minds as well as our bodies. I want to know all about you – how you think and feel; what your passions are.” He was now close enough to kiss her, something she very badly wanted him to do. This had to stop. She took two big steps back.

  “Roman, we’re less compatible than the app thinks,” she said. “You want to have kids and I don’t. And that’s a big problem.” His eyes widened.

  “But why? Your body is so ready. And having cubs with my mate is my lifelong dream.”

  “And that’s why we’re not mates!” she shouted, her pain coming out as aggression. “I don’t want to have your cubs!”

  “Your body is telling me different, Kristin,” he said calmly.

  “Telling you how?”

  “It’s calling out to me, telling me you need to be impregnated.” Kristin frowned.

  “Uh, that’s unlikely.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m probably infertile, Roman!” she said. It was his turn to look confused.

  “No you’re not,” he said.

  “I don’t know for sure, but I probably am. I have a condition that makes it pretty likely.”

  “Kristin, you’re fertile,” he said simply.

  “And you know that, how?”

  “Your scent, of course. You’re actually very fertile; ripe to conceive. I picked that up the first time I scented you, and, to be honest, it’s been driving me wild ever since.” Kristin’s mouth fell open a little.

  “But how is that possible?” she said, after a long silence. He gave her an indulgent smile.

  “It’s like you knowing that the sky is blue, or that my eyes are green. It’s right there in front of me – an incredible scent that’s as real to me as that tree over there is to you!”

  “But – ” she stammered. Her head was spinning. There was a tree stump nearby and she walked over and sat on it. Roman followed her and crouched down next to her, his dazzling eyes regarding her closely.

  “The truth is, I’ve always wanted kids. But I’ve also been told by doctors that it was 80-90% likely that it wasn’t going to happen. I’ve spent the last few years trying to accept that.”

  “So you fall into the lucky 10%,” he said.

  “Are you sure?” she murmured.

  “Yes I am. Like all animals, knowing which females are fertile is an instinct that is part of our DNA.” He moved closer, his mouth an inch from her ear. “Do you have any idea how fertile we tigers are?” he growled. Kristin shivered. Oh god! His voice, his smell, everything about him was turning her into a quivering mess. There was an ache between her thighs that she was trying hard to ignore.

  “What if you’re mistaken?” she said. “What if you’re not as great at sniffing out fertility as you think you are?”

  “My tiger isn’t wrong,” he said. “You don’t understand how hard it is to control it right now. It’s inciting me to mate with you, to take you right here, in the forest. It wants me to rip your clothes off and claim you as my own, to make you pregnant, right here, right now.” Kristin gasped. There was something so wrong, yet so right about this stranger saying these things to her, while they were alone together, deep in the woods. A more tender look came into Roman’s eyes. “That’s my tiger; it’s a simple beast. I, of course, want to talk to you for hours, go on dates, spend time learning all about each other. And that’s why the two sides of me complement each other so well,” he finished, with a half smile. As he gazed at her, the fire returned to his eyes. He was so close, crouching at her feet, and she felt desire, like electricity, leaping in the air between them. She ached to feel his lips on hers, his hands on her body.

  But she was also aware of how much she needed a shower. And how thirsty she was. She hadn’t carried water as she’d only p
lanned on being out for 45 minutes or so, and she longed for the bottle she’d left in the car. She ran the tip of her tongue across her lips.

  “You’re thirsty. Of course,” he said. “I’m sorry to have kept you out here.”

  “No, don’t be sorry. But I do need to get back to the car now,” she said, standing up. She looked at the workout app. The parking lot was now 1.2 miles away.

  “Did you park by the north-east entrance?” he asked. She nodded.

  “Me too!” he said. “How would you feel about me accompanying you?”

  “I’d feel pretty good,” she said, with a smile. “But I need to go slow; I’m all run out.”

  “That was my fault,” he said, as they began walking together. “I’m sure you weren’t expecting to be startled by a tiger when you set out for your afternoon hike today.” She laughed.

  “Nope.” She tapped her app again. “But that was my best time ever for a five mile hike. In fact, the last two miles were faster than my 3000 meter track race record!”

  “You do track?”

  “I used to. Back in college. I used to love mid-distance races.”

  “You’re really fast for a human,” he said, then paused. “Sorry, did that sound bad?”

  “No. Guys are faster than women, and tiger shifters are faster than all of us, I guess,” Kristin replied cheerfully. “I won’t pretend it’s not frustrating though.”

  “We should run together sometime,” he said. She threw him a glance, eyebrow raised.

  “Uh, the only time I run these days is when I’ve got a tiger on my tail. And I’m not keen on repeating that experience!”

  “Why don’t you run anymore?”

  “It’s hard on my body,” she said, evasively. It was true – it was super uncomfortable for her boobs and hard on her joints, and she felt heavy and ungainly.