Werebear Triple Threat (BBW Paranormal Werebear Menage) by Leona Bones

 
    Harper held the keys in her hand, the metal jingling as it unlocked the old rusty lock. With a slow creak, the door swung open, and there it was. “It’s all yours,” her father’s voice rung in her head, giving her the keys to his old cabin in the woods in the last minutes before he died. She’d hardly known he had a cabin in the woods, much less that he’d give it to her. Sure, he went out on hunting trips sometimes, but hunting had never interested her much, so she stayed at home. Killing animals seemed repulsive, and she’d always had a penchant for animals in other ways.
     
    Now she stood on the threshold of her father’s cabin, and he wasn’t at her side. Harper sighed, stepping into the house. Always thought he’d be with me if I ever came up here , she thought, looking around at the house. He hadn’t been here in months, as far as she knew, and yet the house seemed well maintained, as if someone had come through only yesterday.
     
    Fingering a few books on the bookshelf lining the wall, she cocked her head trying to read the titles. “Bears of the Argus Valley”, “Bears and their Habitats”, even a strange looking pamphlet titled “Bear-ology”. Hmm, hadn’t known he was so into bears , Harper mused, moving on. She sunk down into a comfy chair on the side of the room, letting the sun filter in and warm her body. He’s gone, Harper . The thought repeated in her head like a drum, causing an unwelcome headache. This is yours now.
     
    Leaning back, Harper stared at the ceiling, and then closed her eyes. It had been a long day, and the sun felt really nice…
     
    Suddenly, Harper jolted awake by a knocking at the door. It sounded urgent. She flailed from the chair, rubbing her eyes. One moment she’d been sitting here thinking about her father and the next she’d fallen asleep! Well, that was one thing people had always said about her. She could sleep through anything. Remembering the books before, they struck a memory in her head: “ you sleep like a bear!” It was all a joke when they’d said it, but with all the books she’d found on the shelf and the strange cabin in the woods, she began to wonder if it meant something else after all.
     
    The knock came again, and Harper got up to answer it. No idea who it could be at this hour , she thought, but strode to the door anyway. As far as she knew, no one even knew she was here. But then again, she thought, looking around, maybe someone else had been sharing the house with her father.
     
    Anxiety gripped her. Oh man. What if they didn’t know he had passed? What if they didn’t know about her? With a deep breath, and not much of an idea what she was going to say, she opened the door.
     
    There was a completely nude man standing at her doorstep.
     
    Harper shook her head a bit, wondering if she was still dreaming. He looked like the men in her dreams – tall, dark, and handsome. His skin was stretched taut over bulging muscles and the lines of his body were perfectly proportioned, like he was a statue. Given that he was nude, she couldn’t help looking down, and…oh my. This random naked man definitely didn’t disappoint in that department. Harper smiled a little to herself, putting a hand to her head. Okay, now I’m definitely dreaming .
     
    If I’m dreaming, though, no shame in fantasizing a little . She could just imagine those strong arms holding her down, his massive frame hovering over her, his cock spearing her in two…her pussy clenched at the thought, and suddenly she felt too hot all over, the arousal making her flushed and a little breathless.
     
    The smile on her face turned quickly to a gasp when she saw his cock hanging between his thighs twitch in response to her gaze, sending a shock of pleasure straight between her own legs. Bringing her eyes back up to his face with a rush of blood to her cheeks, she noticed the man’s face was stunningly handsome as well. He wore an unreadable expression – something between