Free Conquered by the Werebear (BWWM Interracial Paranormal Shifter Werebear Alpha Male Erotic Romance) by Champagne Jackson Page A

absolutely must see him!”
     
    I sighed as he dashed out of my room. Quintus. My poor brother. Born Kush, he took a Roman name when we came here, though his black skin proves to everyone his ancestry. He hates this brutal white man’s pastime, the gladiatorial battles. You see, he has never had any interest in the fights. I enjoy them, at least, but he hates them. He hates the sight of blood, the screaming, ruthless crowds. He hates to see anyone or anything in pain. He hates especially seeing all those handsome, beautiful men die. My brother is… Well, he is fond of what we call “Greek love.” That is, he finds men more beautiful than women. No one particularly cares but he is already fourteen and it won’t be long before he is expected to take up more manly pursuits. He’ll be expected to start whoring, to start betting on fights, to run a farm and go hunting. He’ll hate it all, of course. He would much rather write poetry with Theolon, his Egyptian slave boy and also his lover.
     
    I found them together, entwined as always, in my brother’s chambers. Theolon sat on Quintus’s lap, stroking his light brown curls.
     
    “Dear sister, salve,” said Quintus, removing his lips from Theolon’s neck. Theolon blushed and bowed his head.
     
    “Mistress,” he said softly. I was fond of the delicate, beautiful young Egyptian, and I hoped my father would let Quintus keep him even after he must take a wife.
     
    “Salve,” I replied. “Father wants us downstairs. He wants to show off his newest acquisition.”
     
    My brother’s face fell.
     
    “Oh, gods. Are we to be forced to watch another poor wretch be brutalized at the hands of other poor wretches?”
     
    “I’m afraid so,” I said with a shrug. I didn’t want to admit that I perhaps looked forward, if only somewhat, to the coming bloodshed…
     
    The three of us made our way downstairs and out to the front of the villa where the slave dealer was unloading his merchandise. There were half a dozen rather boring looking fellows, filthy and wild-looking but otherwise scrawny. They were nothing my father would get excited over. But then, I saw the man in the back of the cart, almost completely covered by his chains…
     
    He rose to his full height, which had to be nearly seven feet tall. He was naked except for his chains and as my eyes roamed over his hairy physique, savoring his bulging pectoral muscles, his powerful gut, his arms which looked like they had been forged from bronze, I couldn’t help but let my gaze drift lower and lower… His member was enormous, even flaccid. He had to be half-horse—not only was it massive but it looked especially strange, as if it were somehow sharp and swollen at the same time…
     
    “Here’s the beast!” my father roared with delight as the huge man stepped off the cart.
     
    His handsome, bearded face was bowed before us, a blank look obscuring his features. I glanced at my brother and I saw him fixated on the huge warrior.
     
    “Ursinus,” said the slaver, an oily, tubby man dressed in little more than rags despite the bulging bags of coin affixed to his belt. “An odd name for a slave, isn’t it? The bear… The great bear-man of the North! Captured by our centurions running wild in the forests of Germania. They were going to execute him when I found him, but I thought to myself, why destroy such a fierce animal when we can make some money off him first?”
     
    “Absolutely,” my father nodded, his face ruddy with approval. “And… He can turn into a bear?”
     
    “So they say!” the slaver laughed. “So they say! The centurions swear by it, claimed that he had torn the throats out of fourteen of their finest before they subdued him. I’ve not seen it myself, of course…”
     
    “Well, he’ll show his true form, if it’s to be seen,” my father said with a grim smile. “That, or he’ll die.”
     
    As they chuckled over Ursinus’s fate, I couldn’t help but feel bad for the