Read Taken By The PlayBear: A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, BBW Romance And Alpha Males, BBW Paranormal Romance) for Free Online
Authors: Stacy Wilde
I was kneeled by this powerful pain. I wasn’t hurt, because the wolf didn’t have the time to harm me, but I could actually feel his pain all over my body.
Peter wasn’t moving, the humming stopped and I couldn’t notice his breathing. Paul had killed him! He killed my lover, my soul, my everything!
The wolf also noticed that my bear wasn’t showing any signs of life so he went back and he put his foot on his stomach, like a fighter who had just beat down his enemy, letting everyone know that he was the winner.
Suddenly, with all of his remained strength, I saw one of Peter’s big paws rising and striking the wolf, slamming him into a tree, breaking his spine to death.
It was all a strategy. I ran to my brave man, hugging him and kissing him and letting him know how much I loved him.
Yes, I did say that I loved him, because that was the sound of my body and my soul. My courageous man. Bear, man, or whatever he was, I knew that my feelings for him were real, and it was useless to hide them anymore.
He transformed back to the gorgeous man he was in my own arms. He was harmed and bruised and bleeding, but he managed to tell me that he loved me back.
With his last powers, he had chosen not to stand up, but to stay at my breast, confessing me that he loved me.
With his eyes shut, his mouth dry, he said the words!
“You’ve changed me my love….I, I…” he whispered.
“Hush, you need energy…we’ll have plenty of time to talk from now on.”
Chapter 7
We got back into the hotel. I felt strong enough to carry him in my arms. I felt like I had to do this for him, that he had to know that he could rely on me, that I was the strong woman that he felt in love with.
I called the doctor and I asked him everything there was to know about how to take care of him and I didn’t accept any other help from the medical team.
I considered myself as his woman, a complete, intelligent woman who knows everything about her men. He was a bear shifter and I had to deal with this. Whether he enters a fight, or he comes home wounded, I had to know how to take care of him.
It was a huge responsibility, but it was nice and I wanted it with all the implications. I cleaned his injuries, I bandaged him and I stood by his side all night.
I watched him sleep and I hugged him every time he moved. He was so handsome. I tried for years to express the way I felt for him…but I couldn’t.
Words are so poor when it comes to feelings…
He woke up that morning, holding me by the hand. He said again what he had said the other night, not being sure if I heard him the first time.
He mentioned the huge difference I had made in his life, and how lucky he was to have known me.
He was regretting every rude word he had ever said to me, and he thanked God that I fainted that day, because he had a petrified soul and he probably wouldn’t have saved me otherwise.
I was looking at him with the deepest love, while he was giving me his soul. He was truly in love with me, the curvy silly girl that was forced to face him as it was, because deep inside she loved him from the first moment their eyes met.
He promised to be a one-woman man from then on, because I was all he ever wanted.
And I believed him. I always believed in changing and I was giving him credit for his words. Subconsciously, I chose him from the very first moment, in the woods... and I would choose him over, and over and over again. Without any pause, without any doubt, in a heartbeat.
I was kissing him like it was no tomorrow, not succeeding to feel satiated with his love. He couldn’t move, so I was thinking that it was the perfect moment for me to make love to him, and show him what I couldn’t show him before. I could be as gentle and tender as he was.
I was asking him to watch me as I was slowly removing my clothes. We were keeping the eye contact, making everything hotter and stimulating.
I loosened my hair off slowly, letting it fall on my naked, heavy and
Peter wasn’t moving, the humming stopped and I couldn’t notice his breathing. Paul had killed him! He killed my lover, my soul, my everything!
The wolf also noticed that my bear wasn’t showing any signs of life so he went back and he put his foot on his stomach, like a fighter who had just beat down his enemy, letting everyone know that he was the winner.
Suddenly, with all of his remained strength, I saw one of Peter’s big paws rising and striking the wolf, slamming him into a tree, breaking his spine to death.
It was all a strategy. I ran to my brave man, hugging him and kissing him and letting him know how much I loved him.
Yes, I did say that I loved him, because that was the sound of my body and my soul. My courageous man. Bear, man, or whatever he was, I knew that my feelings for him were real, and it was useless to hide them anymore.
He transformed back to the gorgeous man he was in my own arms. He was harmed and bruised and bleeding, but he managed to tell me that he loved me back.
With his last powers, he had chosen not to stand up, but to stay at my breast, confessing me that he loved me.
With his eyes shut, his mouth dry, he said the words!
“You’ve changed me my love….I, I…” he whispered.
“Hush, you need energy…we’ll have plenty of time to talk from now on.”
Chapter 7
We got back into the hotel. I felt strong enough to carry him in my arms. I felt like I had to do this for him, that he had to know that he could rely on me, that I was the strong woman that he felt in love with.
I called the doctor and I asked him everything there was to know about how to take care of him and I didn’t accept any other help from the medical team.
I considered myself as his woman, a complete, intelligent woman who knows everything about her men. He was a bear shifter and I had to deal with this. Whether he enters a fight, or he comes home wounded, I had to know how to take care of him.
It was a huge responsibility, but it was nice and I wanted it with all the implications. I cleaned his injuries, I bandaged him and I stood by his side all night.
I watched him sleep and I hugged him every time he moved. He was so handsome. I tried for years to express the way I felt for him…but I couldn’t.
Words are so poor when it comes to feelings…
He woke up that morning, holding me by the hand. He said again what he had said the other night, not being sure if I heard him the first time.
He mentioned the huge difference I had made in his life, and how lucky he was to have known me.
He was regretting every rude word he had ever said to me, and he thanked God that I fainted that day, because he had a petrified soul and he probably wouldn’t have saved me otherwise.
I was looking at him with the deepest love, while he was giving me his soul. He was truly in love with me, the curvy silly girl that was forced to face him as it was, because deep inside she loved him from the first moment their eyes met.
He promised to be a one-woman man from then on, because I was all he ever wanted.
And I believed him. I always believed in changing and I was giving him credit for his words. Subconsciously, I chose him from the very first moment, in the woods... and I would choose him over, and over and over again. Without any pause, without any doubt, in a heartbeat.
I was kissing him like it was no tomorrow, not succeeding to feel satiated with his love. He couldn’t move, so I was thinking that it was the perfect moment for me to make love to him, and show him what I couldn’t show him before. I could be as gentle and tender as he was.
I was asking him to watch me as I was slowly removing my clothes. We were keeping the eye contact, making everything hotter and stimulating.
I loosened my hair off slowly, letting it fall on my naked, heavy and
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