Don't Shoot...I'm a Werebear
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Can a lonely city bear nurse his broken heart?
Bear shifter Barry Smithson is going native. Rejected by his boss and crush of five years, Barry’s going back to his hometown. Believing he’ll win over the love of his life with his animal’s ferocious nature, Barry decides to spend some time in the woods.
But Barry is not an outdoorsy kind of bear. He’s obsessive compulsive and terrified of open spaces. Tired and lost, Barry catches wind of a delectable scent, leading him to a human fishing for salmon. Hunger of the carnal kind hits him bone-deep. Once Barry gets a taste, he’ll want more.
Can Barry convince the human not to shoot him?
Angelique Voisen
Angelique Voisen writes LGBTQ erotic romances and likes experimenting with different sub-genres. Her stories are often set in exotic settings and may include blades, fangs, kinky magic systems, and happily-ever-afters. Visit Angelique at www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com
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Don't Shoot...I'm a Werebear - Angelique Voisen
Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords
www.evernightpublishing.com
Copyright© 2016 Angelique Voisen
ISBN: 978-1-77233-957-4
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: JC Chute
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
To my readers, I hope you enjoy Barry and Zack’s story.
DON’T SHOOT…I’M A WEREBEAR
Angelique Voisen
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
Barry
Smithson, stop tinkering with your story and get out here. Everyone’s stopped working,
called Stevenson, poking his head above my cubicle.
I slumped in my seat, and mumbled an unintelligible excuse. With a shrug of his shoulders, Stevenson walked away. I stared at my opened Word document. The actual number of words I’d hammered out for my article over the last hour? Zero. Four little words, repeated over a hundred pages, stared back at me.
I love you, Hamish.
I glanced at the single framed photograph on my desk. I had no pictures of my family and friends––only a group shot of the Daily Grind staff, the paper I’ve worked at for five years. A by-product of the foster care system, I grew up in a normal home, raised by my were-bear aunt and uncle after my biological parents were killed by hunters. Accidental
, the clan called it.
None of it mattered anymore.
I’d never been close to them, either. They’d been absent for most of my life. Same with my aunt and uncle, who’d left me to my own devices. No small wonder I left my tiny hometown and clan when I turned eighteen. Moving into the city didn’t improve my social graces: I’d been an awkward child, and soon became a disgruntled and disillusioned adult. Maintaining friendships was too much work. Same with relationships. Casual sex seemed like the best option, because the only man I wanted, I couldn’t have.
In the picture, I stood shoulder-to-shoulder with my boss Hamish. Despite our physical proximity, Hamish remained out of my reach. Everyone else was looking at the photographer, including Hamish.
And me? I stood there looking at him, my pathetic longing captured perfectly through the lens. The only way I’m ever brave enough to look Hamish directly in the eye.
For almost half a decade, one thousand and ninety-five days to be exact, all I’ve done is hide behind my desk. Stuck at this dead-end job, directionless, all I had were my fantasies. Never mind dreams or goals. I didn’t have them in the first place.
All my life, I’ve sought freedom. To be free from my aunt and uncle, from the clan … but once I had that, I didn’t know what else to do. True love mattered. At least that’s what they say in the gay erotic romance stories I secretly consume like drugs. I’m hooked on Hamish and those stories. I’m unrealistic. Unlike the heroes in those stories, I’ve always lacked the courage to tell my one true love how I really feel, though.
It was Hamish’s face and body I imagined while I fucked my hand. His face shockingly close to mine, gray eyes reflecting the same hunger mine carried and his lips, velvet soft but firm, brushing against mine.
He’d let me take control. Beg me to kiss him the way I would fuck him later on—a punishing kiss, hard and rough. To my shame, my cock woke in my trousers. No good. I couldn’t attend the office party sporting a hard-on. Clenching my jaw, I thought of other things to distract myself. Things I hated: everything about the outdoors, including camping, shifting in the woods, and hunting prey. Not that I’ve done any of that. I left my hometown for a reason. I’m a city bear, through and through.
Since I’m not natural—according to the clan––falling in love with my hot, were-turtle boss shouldn’t be a surprise.
Tonight, things are about to change,
I muttered to myself.
Deleting the document, I turned off my Mac, and checked myself for any signs of imperfections. I take pride in my grooming habits, and hate anything out of place, even a stray thread on my shirt. Dress code in the office has always been casual, but I like dressing up for work. Truth be told, I’m a little obsessive-compulsive.
Okay. Full disclosure. More than a little. Everything in the universe needs to have a