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Fight or flight… neither seemed to happen. He should run inside, protect himself behind a locked door. Feet frozen, he couldn’t move.

The bear, what he could see of it with the full moon casting its glow, was glorious. The beast emanated pure power, its muscled limbs propelling it as it neared. He told himself to move out of its path, but he couldn’t.

He wanted it to come closer.

Another bear suddenly broke from the woods a few feet behind, this one just as large as the first, if not bigger. Yet Carson still felt no fear. He was mesmerized by the two creatures, even as they came dangerously close.

The first bear stopped inches from Carson and stared down from his massive height. Carson was nearly six foot, but he had to crane his neck to look up into the ferocious animal staring down at him. It was so close, he could smell the musky scent mixing with the pine and the woods.

It rose up on two legs and blotted out the sky. The beast roared up into the heavens, the sound reverberating through Carson’s body.

When it looked back down, he noticed its eyes. Bright gold and glowing. When he turned to the other bear, it had the same glow.

Just like he'd thought he'd seen Royce's and Jared's eyes doing that afternoon.

Is it them? Impossible.

He stood there, transfixed.

His cock was harder than it had ever been before, too. Had he been able to think straight, he would’ve known how fucked up that was. In that moment, heat and need screamed for him to surrender to the beast. It was all he that went through his mind.

He should’ve been terrified. He should’ve felt shame.

Yet he could only stand there gawking at the beauty of the creature.

The beast seemed unsure, almost appearing stunned that Carson hadn’t run screaming.

It cocked its head to the side before it settled back down on four paws and lowered its head, sniffing him.

Carson didn’t move as the animal’s nose pressed against his chest, inhaling his scent.

A paw lifted and brushed against his hard cock. Carson closed his eyes, knowing something had to be wrong with him for feeling desire from the act. He finally took a step back, that lust suddenly feeling too wrong.

Deep in his gut it didn’t feel wrong at all.

He couldn’t walk away. He felt drawn to the two beasts.

Just like I felt drawn to Royce and Jared earlier today.

What is wrong with me?

The second bear closed the gap between them and sniffed Carson, too, just as the first had. Carson felt another wave of lust as the animal approached. When the animal licked across his cheek, Carson moaned, and his lids lowered. A wave of need nearly brought him to his knees.

“No!” he shouted, knowing he should feel disgusted. He backed away, stumbling over the bottom step. Carson quickly righted himself and raced up the steps.

The bears didn’t move. They stood, watching, as he made his escape. When he finally slammed the door, he could barely breathe. Resting his forehead on the back of the door, he inhaled deeply, willing the shocking desire he felt to wane.

“What the fuck?” he asked aloud, confused by his reaction. Not just with the two bears, but to Royce and Jared earlier as well. Carson spun to face the inside of the cabin, no idea what to do.

Was he having some kind of mental breakdown?

“Sleep. I need sleep,” he told himself, grasping at straws. It had been a long, long drive and he was exhausted.

Bestiality? He wasn’t a sicko perv.

He wasn’t attracted to animals.

Carson grabbed one of his bags and found the master bedroom he’d spied when he’d toured the cabin. Before sliding between the sheets, he wanted a shower, to make himself feel less dirty. The thoughts that had run through his mind were wrong.

As soon as the water hit his flesh, he relaxed some.

He made quick work of washing the disgust he felt like it was physical dirt, but when he touched his still rock-hard cock, he knew there would be no sleeping without some relief.

He grabbed the base of his shaft and stroked the soapy flesh.

Working his hand up and down, he thought of anything but the males and the animals he’d encountered since leaving the city.

He pictured a sexy woman in his mind. He saw her lying naked under him.

Closing his eyes, he went with the fantasy.

He slid into her welcoming heat, lowering between her creamy thighs, but the image suddenly shifted. Now he was the one lying on the bed, Royce above, ready to enter him.

A soft moan escaped his lips.

Water sluiced over his body as he was unable to stop his errant, lust-filled thoughts.

In his fantasy, Jared climbed into the bed, and they pulled Carson between them.

Their hands were everywhere, touching every inch of his naked body.

Stroking his cock. Tweaking his nipples.

Kissing and nibbling him. Spreading his ass with thick fingers.

Another moan, deeper and more forceful, left his lips.

His hand quickened over his cock as he fantasized being between the two sexy men.

Being fondled and tempted by them. Within seconds, he came, shooting a thick load onto the shower floor.

His cries reverberated off the tiled walls.

Breathing hard, he watched the remnants of his spunk flowing down the drain as he tried to understand the insane desires swirling within.

Sleep. I need sleep.

Tomorrow will be better.

He turned off the faucet and towel-dried his body before slipping between the silky cotton sheets.

The bed was soft and inviting, but there was a scent there that tickled his nose.

Not a bad aroma, actually. It wrapped around him and finally allowed him to relax.

Carson nestled into the mattress after turning out the light.

The room was quiet.

Too quiet.

He lay there, demanding sleep to come, yet his mind whirled.

Off in the distance, a bear’s growl made his heart hitch and speed up. His softened cock began to thicken once more.

I’ve gone insane.

That’s the only answer.