Between Three Alphas (Steamy BBW Werebear Shifter FMMM Menage Romance) by Willow Wilde
Authors: Willow Wilde
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primal instincts overwhelming them, and the women...well, whether it was some sort of weird bear pheromone or not, they would willingly give into their needs. The bears would mate, and the storm would pass.”
“That's such crap,” I told him. Jenn turned to look at me while Ben tilted his bushy head. “Shifters? Native tribes? I'm guessing this resort is built right where their settlement was?”
“Not this resort, no,” he smiled. “More like this particular building .”
* * * *
One of Ben's brothers wandered into the room with a tray of hot chocolate and some sandwiches. We gratefully sipped at our drinks and chewed on the food while Ben wandered towards the counter for something.
“Did he tell you that damned Native story again? I swear, he should just write some damned books and get that out of his head,” his brother told us. He was just as burly as Ben, although a little shorter, with a thicker beard and a tuft of chest hair bursting from below his V-cut shirt.
“Aren't you cold in that?” Jenn asked him.
He glanced down at the shirt quizzically, then smiled warmly. “Nah, it's plenty warm in here. I've got all the insulation I need right here!” He heartily slapped his chest and let out a roar of laughter.
Jenn and I couldn't help but smile at each other.
“Alex, hush it!” Ben laughed as he came back over. “I don’t need you butting in about my shifter legends.”
But I noticed the way they were looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes…as if there was another layer to their banter that we weren’t getting. It was the look that people shared during an inside joke. Wonder what’s going on?
I was ripped from my thoughts as they wandered away, lost in conversation, leaving me with Jenn. We curled up in front of a television and put some cable. If we’re trapped up here, we might as well do SOMETHING , I thought to myself. And the boob tube sort of qualified.
The time started to fly by as we watched re-runs of old sitcoms, finishing our hot chocolates and trying to salvage the trip. At least the view was a little different.
* * * *
“I think I'm going to turn in for the night,” Jenn told me sheepishly after a couple of hours.
“Oh, come on! Isn't this just so exciting , though?” I asked sarcastically. My attention still wandered back to the storm – I knew it would be morning at the earliest before it broke, but I was still dedicated to dissolving it with the power of my icy stare.
“Jess, it's...it's already 11:30,” she mentioned to me, following my gaze. “I don't think there's anything that can be done about that mess tonight. Maybe we should just turn in early?”
“I would, probably, but I'm just not too tired,” I told her. Strangely, it was true. Normally, I'd be all tuckered out right about now, given the type of day we'd had. For some reason I was as awake as ever, and the idea of SLEEP? There was nothing really to do here this late, but I couldn't help but feel like I should stay up.
“I'll go to bed later. You go get your rest.” I got up to wander back to the window again, settling down in the chair.
“Alright,” she reluctantly told me. “Don't stay up too late. If this is gone by morning, I don't want you exhausted and bitchy all day.”
“I'll be bitchy whenever I damned well please. Now scram !” My devious smirk made her shake her head with a smile, and she disappeared around the corner and upstairs.
My gaze returned to the window. I couldn't help but think about Ben's story...I mean, it was totally irrational. That kind of stuff, the whole “shifter”, “natives up in the mountains” thing...I'd stopped believing in crap like that when I grew up. The most spiritual experience I'd ever had
“That's such crap,” I told him. Jenn turned to look at me while Ben tilted his bushy head. “Shifters? Native tribes? I'm guessing this resort is built right where their settlement was?”
“Not this resort, no,” he smiled. “More like this particular building .”
* * * *
One of Ben's brothers wandered into the room with a tray of hot chocolate and some sandwiches. We gratefully sipped at our drinks and chewed on the food while Ben wandered towards the counter for something.
“Did he tell you that damned Native story again? I swear, he should just write some damned books and get that out of his head,” his brother told us. He was just as burly as Ben, although a little shorter, with a thicker beard and a tuft of chest hair bursting from below his V-cut shirt.
“Aren't you cold in that?” Jenn asked him.
He glanced down at the shirt quizzically, then smiled warmly. “Nah, it's plenty warm in here. I've got all the insulation I need right here!” He heartily slapped his chest and let out a roar of laughter.
Jenn and I couldn't help but smile at each other.
“Alex, hush it!” Ben laughed as he came back over. “I don’t need you butting in about my shifter legends.”
But I noticed the way they were looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes…as if there was another layer to their banter that we weren’t getting. It was the look that people shared during an inside joke. Wonder what’s going on?
I was ripped from my thoughts as they wandered away, lost in conversation, leaving me with Jenn. We curled up in front of a television and put some cable. If we’re trapped up here, we might as well do SOMETHING , I thought to myself. And the boob tube sort of qualified.
The time started to fly by as we watched re-runs of old sitcoms, finishing our hot chocolates and trying to salvage the trip. At least the view was a little different.
* * * *
“I think I'm going to turn in for the night,” Jenn told me sheepishly after a couple of hours.
“Oh, come on! Isn't this just so exciting , though?” I asked sarcastically. My attention still wandered back to the storm – I knew it would be morning at the earliest before it broke, but I was still dedicated to dissolving it with the power of my icy stare.
“Jess, it's...it's already 11:30,” she mentioned to me, following my gaze. “I don't think there's anything that can be done about that mess tonight. Maybe we should just turn in early?”
“I would, probably, but I'm just not too tired,” I told her. Strangely, it was true. Normally, I'd be all tuckered out right about now, given the type of day we'd had. For some reason I was as awake as ever, and the idea of SLEEP? There was nothing really to do here this late, but I couldn't help but feel like I should stay up.
“I'll go to bed later. You go get your rest.” I got up to wander back to the window again, settling down in the chair.
“Alright,” she reluctantly told me. “Don't stay up too late. If this is gone by morning, I don't want you exhausted and bitchy all day.”
“I'll be bitchy whenever I damned well please. Now scram !” My devious smirk made her shake her head with a smile, and she disappeared around the corner and upstairs.
My gaze returned to the window. I couldn't help but think about Ben's story...I mean, it was totally irrational. That kind of stuff, the whole “shifter”, “natives up in the mountains” thing...I'd stopped believing in crap like that when I grew up. The most spiritual experience I'd ever had
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