Tales Of The Werebear

Tales of the Werebear Geir Sathrum may look like the perfect Leather Daddy—but he has a secret. Geir is a Werebear, the strongest of the shapeshifters, and one of the biggest—in all ways. Geir Sathrum’s people call themselves Berserkers, and there is a reason why berserk means crazy in English. If your Supernatural side suddenly floods your libido in the spring after a long and passionless winter, you might go crazy too. Join this Berserker who craves rough sex even more than he craves food. When the lust takes over the temptation is to seek relief through some of the roughest sex his male partners will ever experience. He’s made mistakes in the past and needs to make certain his lovers survive. Not all of them have. He needs another Shifter because humans break so easily. Will a werewolf alpha be the one? Definitely an adults only series that Includes Rough Hot Leather Daddy Sex, oral, anal, three-way shapeshifter sex. Approximate word count: 10,500 (This is a collection of the first of the Werebear series and includes Beware The Werebear, Big Bad Werebear, and Wolf Nipple: Tales of the Werebear3 ) Excerpt: 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. I thought about just ripping his jeans off, but I learned early on not all Supes come from wealthy families and felt having to buy new clothes after a few minutes alone with me was too expensive. I settled for lowering my voice to where it would rattle a window and told him to strip. 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. I tossed him on my bed and in aching (for him) slowness, shed my clothes. While I hated my body this lean, I knew most guys found guys my size sporting a hint of abs was a major turn-on. You get what you give, so I was willing to serve up enough tease to get him ready for what I’d get from him in a few minutes. What the hell—when I stood nude for a moment I willed myself to shift. It emphasized my dominance, since for weres, only an alpha can fully shift without the moon. His dick shot up so fast it might end up with whiplash. His eyes flashed yellow, and his nails started turning into claws. A baby alpha. How cute was that? Thank the goddess. I wouldn’t need to hold back tonight. He’d heal from anything I might do. Almost anything. I shifted back to human form, but let my own eyes glow. I leapt. Even at my reduced size I knocked his breath when I landed on top of him. My incisors were bear-sized by this time and I bit down on his shoulder. As he cried out and I felt the first trickle of sweet blood, I used my hands to spread his legs. I licked him clean, watching him heal as I enjoyed the taste.