Page 31 of Shared by the Werebears (Hidden Hollow #5)

GOLDIE

B ut Thorne’s Bear couldn’t get through all at once. Long ago, when I first built the Lust Hut, I put in plenty of security measures. One of them was an invisible barrier in the doorway which wouldn’t allow anyone who wished me harm to pass.

The grizzly hit the invisible barrier with a roar that shook the entire Lust Hut.

The wards around the doorway shimmered, flickering like heat lightning before they pulsed outward in a blinding flash of white.

For now, the barrier held—but I could feel it weakening with each swipe of the bear’s claws, each push of his massive body against the magic.

“Shit!” Ronan growled, tugging hard at the cuffs that bound him to the headboard. “You have to let me up, Goldie. That’s Thorne—I can smell him. He’s coming through!”

“I’ll stop him!” Finn was halfway across the room already, naked, fists clenched and body tensed to Shift.

“No! Stop—don’t Shift!” I cried, throwing out a hand.

Both men froze, instinct and magic warring in their eyes.

“If either of you let your Bear out now, the potion won’t work! It hasn’t finished brewing,” I told them. “If you Shift before our Heartmate Bond fully seals, you’ll be stuck that way! And I’ll be locked in here with three feral Werebears and no way out!”

“Fuck—she’s right.” Ronan growled.

“What do we do then?” Finn demanded, glancing toward the door where foot-long claws were scraping across the wards.

“I don’t kn—” I began, but then my eyes caught a flicker of light in the far corner of the hut. What in the name of the Goddess…?

I looked closer. A soft, shimmering glow pulsed from where my jacket hung on a wooden hook.

Suddenly I understood—it was the Veil of the Goddess. It was glowing like a fallen star, threads of pearlescent light dancing in the air around it. I remembered that Whimsy had said it would let us know when to use it—clearly the time was now.

My heart thudded against my ribs like it was trying to get out but I knew what we had to do.

“That’s it,” I whispered, the words forming in my mouth almost before I could think them. “The Veil of the Goddess—that’s what we need. It’s time.”

I pulled off Ronan and ran to the veil, tugging the silky square of starlight from my pocket where it had folded down to the size of a tissue packet. Unfolding it felt like unwrapping magic itself—cool and tingling in my hands, enormous and endless and weightless. Just touching it calmed me.

Be still child…all will be well, I felt a voice whisper in my head, as though the Veil was talking to me.

“Ronan—get up,” I said, straddling him one last time and clicking the magical cuffs open with a murmured word.

“What the hell are we going to do?” he grunted, rubbing his wrists as he sat up. The wards were flickering again around the frame of the door. “Thorne’s coming through—your magic won’t be able to stop him.”

“We don’t need to stop him,” I said, speaking much more calmly than I felt .

“Don’t need to stop him? What are you talking about?” Finn sounded slightly panicked. “What are we going to do if we don’t stop him?”

“We’re going to use the Veil,” I said. “You and Finn—spread it out. It’s going to catch Thorne when the barrier breaks. I’m trusting you,” I added. “The Veil has to make contact with him—the more contact, the better.”

“All right—you got it.” Ronan nodded and took one end of the Veil. Finn took the other. Without hesitation, they moved together, catching the corners of the shimmering silk and holding it like a net between them, crouched on either side of the Lust Hut’s threshold. They weren’t a second too soon.

The moment they lifted it, the barrier shattered.

Magic cracked like lightning and the door burst off its hinges, flying against its frame in a spray of splinters.

Thorne came barreling through, a massive wall of snarling fur and muscle and rage.

But he didn’t see Finn and Ronan. Didn’t smell them either.

He smelled the magic —the Heartmate Bond, the potion, me .

I could feel it all with my Succubus senses—his rage and desire and the burning lust that motivated him to follow my scent—the same scent I’d left in their cabin when I’d pleased myself on all their beds. It was me he wanted…me he had to have.

And I would have to give him what he wanted if any of us had any hope of living.

The grizzly charged straight into the veil.

For one breathless second, it looked like nothing would happen.

And then everything did —all at once.

Light exploded around him—pure white fire that danced across the floor. Thorne’s massive bear body reared back and staggered as the Veil wrapped itself around his form like living silk. For a moment it almost looked like he was wrapped in a cocoon and then the Veil of the Goddess melted away.

Thorne shuddered…shook. And began to change .

His fur receded…bones cracked…flesh rippled.

But it didn’t finish. The Shift back to his Human Form was incomplete. He was still a Bear—but only in part.

I saw massive clawed paws and thick, furred arms…a bear’s head, complete with snarling jaws and gleaming black eyes. But his torso—his chest, his hips, his thighs and cock—were suddenly, undeniably human .

Naked… Male…

Hard.

Goddess, he was monstrous. His cock was easily twice as big as Ronan’s and Ronan wasn’t small.

The thick, pulsing rod rose from between his thighs, the broad crown already leaking a river of precum.

I could feel the lust coming off him in waves—like heat from a furnace.

My scent combined with the magic of the curse that was still on him, had made him crazy with sexual desire. He needed to fuck— now.

As I realized this, the enormous Werebear stood there panting, body glowing with residual magic, eyes fixed on me . It was clear what he needed.

“Goldie,” Ronan breathed behind me. “What the fuck?—”

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Exactly. That’s what he wants…what he needs .”

“What?” Finn stared at me with wide eyes. “What are you saying? You’re not actually going to?—”

“I’m going to do what I have to do to save our lives and break this curse once and for all,” I told him. “And this is it—this is how we save him and ourselves.”

Feeling strangely calm, I climbed back onto the bed and positioned myself on my hands and knees. This would be the greatest test of my Succubus side I had ever undertaken but I trusted the magic inside me. It knew what I was capable of.

“Help me,” I said, my voice slightly hoarse with need and determination. “Hold me, boys. Ground me. Help me take him in.”

Finn was the first to move, kneeling on the bed beside me. He slid one arm around my waist, the other bracing me as I knelt at the edge of the mattress, offering myself to the enormous Werebear.

Ronan came to my other side. His hand curled around mine and I squeezed tightly.

“It’s okay, sweetheart—we’ve got you,” he growled softly. “Just lean on Finn and me and let us help you take him.”

“Thank you.” I spread my thighs even wider, well aware that the seed from our earlier encounter was still leaking out of me.

That was a good thing—Thorne should be able to smell the scent of his Clan mates and know he was in a safe place.

I hoped it would calm him down a little, though I had my doubts.

The immense lust he was throwing off was filling the room like red smoke.

I could barely get a deep breath it was so thick.

“Here he comes,” Finn murmured and tightened his grip on me.

I turned my head to look over my shoulder. Together, we watched as the beast approached.

Thorne reached the edge of the bed, looming over me—half man, half monster, his thick cock jutting up from between his furred thighs, slick and leaking.

His enormous girth was intimidating, but I had faith in my Succubus side—my magic would help me take him, though he would have split an ordinary woman in two.

I hoped.

I opened to him, arching my back and feeling a cool breeze against my pussy as I offered everything I had.

“Come to me,” I said, my voice low and sure. “Do it, Thorne—mount me. Let me help you…let me bring you back to your Human Form.”

I don’t know how much he understood—his head and shoulders and arms were still mostly bear at that point. But lust that intense doesn’t need translation.

With a guttural snarl, he grabbed my hips in his enormous paws, yanked me flush against him, and thrust .

I cried out, back bowing as he slammed into me. Oh Goddess, he was huge! I felt my inner walls stretching—straining to take his enormous girth. My body struggled to accommodate him, my pussy opened fully by his massive cock.

Finn and Ronan held me fast—one anchoring my hips, the other stroking my hair, whispering my name.

“It’s all right, baby—it’s okay,” Finn murmured in my ear.

“Just relax and stay open,” Ronan told me. “Just keep your thighs spread wide and let him fuck your soft little pussy, Goldie.”

I couldn’t have moved if I had wanted to.

I was held in place—skewered on the Werebear’s enormous cock—helpless in the face of his animalistic lust. There was literally nothing I could do but bow my head, tilt my hips back, and try to be open enough for him as he pulled back and, gripping my hips, thrust back into me again— hard.

The potion boiled. Steam hissed and shimmered. The room filled with heat and magic and moans.

Thorne fucked me with the fury of a wild god, and I took it— welcomed it—moaned for more, because it wasn’t just sex.

It was redemption …healing . I felt the magic moving through me—through all of us as the massive cock battered me again and again.

At the same time, his heavy balls slapped up against my open pussy, teasing my aching clit with every blow.

Oh God, I was going to come again, wasn’t I?

I was going to come so hard I didn’t know if I would survive it!

And then, just as I felt the orgasm gathering in my spine like a tidal wave?—

Light.

I looked down. The Veil of the Goddess, which had disappeared once it wrapped around Thorne’s grizzly form, was back. It was spread beneath us now, like a shimmering blanket of stars. Blinding brilliance filled the room as it glowed brighter and brighter.

Then Thorne pounded into me one last time. I heard his earth-shattering roar as he came inside me, pulsing jet after hot jet of his potent Werebear cum deep in my pussy, seeding my womb.

He wasn’t just fucking me—he was breeding me.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was getting me pregnant, but I didn’t even care.

His overwhelming lust and the pleasure of being taken so hard and fucked so deeply were too much.

With a low moan of pure surrender, I felt myself coming too—my inner muscles clamping around him, milking him… begging for more.

“Please!” I cried, my hands fisting in the coverlet as Finn and Ronan held me and the pleasure exploded through me in a pulsing rush. I felt like I was going supernova inside! “Please, too much… I can’t ? —”

Suddenly, white light enveloped the room.

And when it faded, I felt a change. A rush of tingling magic that swept through all of us—all four of us. I had to know what had just happened.

Trembling, near the edge of exhaustion, I turned my head to look.

A big, muscular man with wild black hair that was silver at the temples stood at the foot of the bed. He must have been seven feet tall and he had a beard that fell to his chest.

No part of him was still a bear—he was human. Fully human.

Thorne had returned.