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takes only a few minutes of traipsing through the forest behind the house, before I find her hiding behind a fallen tree. Focusing on her nearly hidden form, I notice immediately that she is shaking like a leaf.  Taking a tentative step towards her the leaves crunch beneath my bare feet alerting her of my presence.  Swinging her head in my direction, the look of relief that crosses her face is almost enough to bring me to my knees.
    “Ethan?” She asks, causing me to smile as my bear rolls around inside of me damn near giddy with relief.
    Walking over to her, I ask her to get up.  “I’m not gonna hurt you.  Just please get up and let me try to explain all of this to you.”
    She stays frozen in her hiding place, but looks up to meet my eyes.  “I’m not coming out. I’m not in the mood to talk right now. I need time to think.”
    Crossing my arms over my bare chest, I try again. “I’m not gonna leave you out here alone, so you may as well just talk to me.”
    I can hear her heart pounding as she screams. “You became a bear Ethan!  A real live fucking bear.  Hell, was the man who married us is coyote?  Perhaps one of our guests is cougar.  How is any of this even possible?”
    “I’ll explain, if you’ll just give me a chance,” I growl out, reaching down and pulling her out of her hidey-hole.  She tries to fight me, but I slap her tight ass and cradle her in my arms.  “Stop it, before I drop you.”
    Once she makes contact with my bare skin, her eyes go huge.  “You’re naked.”
    Chuckling, I sit down at the foot of an old oak tree and hold her securely in my lap.  “I am always naked after I shift.”
    The word shift makes her eyes flare, as if she had forgotten about my bear.  She studies my face, before saying.  “What are you?  I’ve heard of werewolves, but never werebears.”
    I let out a little chuckle, before replying.  “We’re called shifters, not weres.  That’s a name people made up for fairy tales.  We’re not the monsters you’ve been told about all your life.  We’re just people that also happen to be part animal.”
    “So, you don’t go around biting people and howling at the moon?” She asks her body stiff as a board.
    “Some of us like to howl at the moon, but not bears.  I’m more about fishing, eating honey, and all of that bear type shit.”
    My words have the desired effect, and her body relaxes into mine.  “So, you’re not gonna eat me.”
    “Oh, hell yeah I will.” I reply, placing a soft kiss on her temple.  “I plan to eat you every day for the rest of my life.”
    Looking down at her, I see that her fear is quickly being replaced with lust.  I inhale deeply, breathing in her scent.  “In fact, I think I may just eat you now.”
    As I go in for a kiss, she pulls back and shakes her head.  “We need to talk.”
    “We’ll talk after,” I say, forcing her to accept my kiss. 
    As soon as my lips make contact, she releases a sigh and opens her mouth to me. Our tongues duel for dominance as I slowly rub small circles over her back. She somehow tastes different than she did before, different than any other woman I’ve ever tasted.  It takes me a minute to realize what it is.  Then, it clicks.  She tastes like mine, all fucking mine. 
    My hands skate down her back to her ass, I easily lift her up and spin her so she’s straddling my lap. I pull away just far enough to tug her dress over her head, and then dive back in for another taste. My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass, squeezing the rounded globes.  Then, I move up her back and unclip her bra.  Pulling back again, I tear the offending fabric from her body and plaster her naked breasts against my bare chest.  Her hardened peaks bite into my chest, sending a wave of heat to my already straining cock.
    Taking my lips from hers, I kiss a trail to her ear, nipping the lobe with my teeth.  “I want to taste every inch of you.”
    Her hands come to my head as she twines her