TAKING ON FOUR SHIFTERS (Steamy Werebear Shifter BBW FMMMM Menage Romance) by Willow Wilde

the aesthetic at first, but I had to admit that there was something primal in it that appealed to me. Those rugged jaws and thick beards did something fierce to me, or at least they did when I was home alone with my hand down the front of my pajama pants. In all honesty, the actual guys never really turned me on. They always seemed to act their age, which was apparently twelve. Catcalling and whooping after the women, they didn't have a single bone of respect or appreciation for a real woman between them.
     
    And I, of course, was all “real woman.” With curves that wouldn't quit and a nice, thick body, I was eager to give my pillowy body to the first true gentleman who wooed me.
     
    But I found out the hard way that I was surrounded by a bunch of mountain hicks. They were all idiots, the lot of them. It took me a while to understand that they were just animals, really, but a bunch of stupid ones at that. The primal needs that I felt were relegated to my alone time, and I set aside any hope that a real man would ever whisk me off of my feet.
     
    I said before that we knew the weekend was going to be fucking amazing. And it was...but for reasons I would never have guessed. And at first...it was looking pretty freaking abysmal.
     
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    I glared out the windows into the dead of the night, cursing my luck. The weather was supposed to have been fine for this weekend, but the freak snowstorm had inexplicably come out of nowhere. Jenn and I had barely made it back from the trails in time.
     
    “C'mon, Jess,” she told me. I hadn't heard her approach, and I whipped my head around to scowl at her. “You've been over here for, like, twenty minutes. Glaring at it isn't going to make it go away, you know.”
     
    “I'm willing to try.” My sarcasm bitterly dripped from my voice as I crossed my arms, facing it again. Just my rotten, fucking luck . “I mean, the forecast said everything was fine ! Where the hell did all of this come from?”
     
    “I don't know,” she conceded. “We're lucky we got in when we did. I think we're pretty much the only ones here...besides our heroes, of course.”
     
    “Did somebody call for me?” The burly man asked, suddenly appearing behind us. As he glanced upon us, there was a twinkle of a mischievous smile beneath his thick beard.
     
    “Oh, nothing at all Ben, you've already done enough for us!” Jenn gushed, giggling nervously. “I mean, you already pulled us from the storm with your big, strong arms...”
     
    I stifled a groan, but Ben briefly shared a knowing smile. Jenn liked to think that she was an expert player in the “hard to get” game, but that was only in some weird parallel world where “hard to get” meant “let's fuck on the first date.” For all of her attempts at being coy, in actuality she was about as hard to read as a freaking billboard.
     
    Ben took the high road. “It was nothing,” he responded humbly. “And it wasn't just me, my brothers were with me out there...five of us...looking for anyone caught out in the storm.”
     
    “Yeah, what happened out there?” I suddenly asked, glancing out the window again. “I mean, we checked the Weather Channel like our lives depended on it for the last week...it was supposed to be sunny skies all around.”
     
    Ben stood closer to the window, following my gaze. Losing himself in thought, his fingers found their way into his beard, scratching softly against his hair. “I'm going to be completely honest, I have no idea,” he finally answered. “Up in the mountains, we sort of expect this weather sometimes...but there wasn't a cloud in the sky a couple of hours ago. Wonder if it has anything to do with the legend...”
     
    “Legend?” Jenn and I asked in unison.
     
    “Oh, it's silly,” Ben told us, shaking his head with a grin. “Just some old story.”
     
    My gaze flew over the otherwise abandoned lobby. His