by Cara Wylde
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered where Brooks was in all of this.
As if by magic, he shouted at the men devouring me: “I will have to teach you two how to properly fuck a bitch, I see. She should’ve been screaming in pleasure by now,” he mocked.
Spurred on by his comment, Colt dragged me off the banister, set me against the stairs and railing, and entered me with a hard thrust. My pussy welcomed the invasion by clenching tightly, hungrily, and it took him three pumps to make me come.
“I think I got it, Brooks,” he grunted, “her pussy’s gripping me in delight.”
“Fucking asshole, she was sucking my cock,” Lincoln bemoaned, still painfully hard.
“And I was so close to my reward too,” I added salt to his wounds. “Come, glory hole style, stick that cock between these wooden bars.”
“Oooh, you’re naughtier than we thought!” Lincoln exclaimed, happy to see me so into everything they wanted to do with me.
I was genuinely eager to try it all. Every position, every kink, every place they could fuck me on. I was going to recover all the time I’d wasted. Lincoln tried to find a comfortable, or at least manageable position on the stairs, but we couldn’t really do it like that because he kept losing himself in the moment and falling, cramping, tensing too hard. I was mostly laughing around his cock than sucking on it, and it wasn’t doing Colt any favors either, breaking his rhythm as well.
“Let’s just move this inside, we’re getting ridiculous out here,” I said, and they agreed. I raced up the stairs and raised a finger at the men. “First one to stick a cock in me gets a wake-up blowjob tomorrow!”
They grinned, the dirty devils, and I got hauled inside like a stolen Neanderthal bride, half-carried by both of them, but it was all part of the fun. I could be myself with them, and they could be themselves with me.
“I think someone’s overdressed,” Colt said with a wink.
I looked around. Brooks was naked, rummaging through some cupboards, and Colt and Lincoln were naked too, since they’d just shifted.
“You want me to walk around naked like you?”
“Absolutely! Easy access,” Lincoln joked.
“That’s not very ladylike…”
I hesitated a little before removing my dress. I didn’t exactly have hang-ups about my body, not with three men craving every inch of it, but walking around nude wasn’t something people did on the regular, was it? I stood there, looking from Colt to Lincoln, and they both gave me weird looks.
“What is it, Ro?”
I shrugged. “It’s new. It’s weird.”
“It’s sexy. Look at us.”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“I think she’d feel better with something covering her,” Brooks’s voice travelled from the pantry. I turned to look at him, and he was holding two honey jars.
“What’s that?”
“Honey,” he sassed me, “bears happen to like it.”
“And you want to cover me in honey? What, am I not sweet enough?” I joked back, praying they weren’t actually serious.
“Lincoln, shut her up, so I can do this,” he said, and the man hauled me onto the table. “Let your head hang off the other side.”
Positioning myself the way he wanted, he could angle his cock in such a way he could enter my throat much easier, and it had the added benefit – for him and me both – of being able to play with my breasts too.
The feeling of having a cock in my mouth while my body was being covered in cold, sticky, sugary honey was simply indescribable. I felt like a treat. They were rubbing it all over me, and I did mean all over me, as one of them had the delightful idea of lathering some on my pussy, too. I felt more things placed on me, and I was dying to ask or see what was going on, but Lincoln wasn’t all focused on his cock, and it was taking him much longer to cum, despite my best efforts.
“You know, I think we should have dinner like this,” he said and grabbed my neck, pushing himself all the way down. He grunted and pumped his cock a few times, the pressure on my throat helping him cum. He held my head up, so I wouldn’t choke, but I almost did anyway when I saw my glistening body covered in honey, fruits, whipped cream and chocolate. I looked like an ice cream sundae.
Lincoln helped me chase the cum with a dollop of sweet honey. “What’s better, love? Me or this?”
“Your cum, always,” I replied, no trace of shame.
He grinned and let me rest my head on the table, which was great because the previous position had been too uncomfortable to hold for long.
“Delicious,” Brooks said, taking a strawberry and running it along the length of my belly, gathering honey on it before sucking the excess.
It was erotic and surreal. Colt moved around the table, and when he reached my side, he leaned over me, grabbed the base of his hard cock, and swiped a bunch of honey and chocolate off my body with his entire length.
“Clean me, Ro,” he said, and I wrapped my lips around his swollen head. Yes, the honey was delicious, but even without it, I wouldn’t have complained.
The entire evening was spent like that, with the bears devouring me and their precious honey, alternating the blowjobs with servings of creamed fruits. It was decadent, and wild, and freeing. I knew, then and there, that I would never get enough of them.
Twenty One
Brooks
Since Milo was my cub and he needed her pretty much twenty-four hours, Rosalie moved in with me. Lincoln and Colt complained at first, but then we all came up with a solution. We moved our trailers closer to the woods and parked them next to each other. Mine was in the middle, Colt’s was to the left, and Lincoln’s was to the right. This way, we could say that Rosalie lived with all of us. There were only advantages to this arrangement.
First of all, she could move between our trailers easily. She came in and out as she pleased, while we didn’t have to worry about each other’s privacy. Because we were good friends since childhood, that didn’t mean we wanted to live and sleep in the same space. The trailers were like our own private rooms. The only thing we did do together, the five of us as a family, was to have dinner in front of the trailers every evening. Rosalie always made sure we had breakfast in the morning, before going to work, and that we had our lunches already in our cars. If she didn’t place the paper bags in the seat next to the driver’s, we either found a supermarket to buy sandwiches or starved all day. Yes, we were that incompetent.
Dinner was another story. She cooked only once for all of us, and when we got home from work, we found the plastic table already set in front of the trailers. Milo would play under the table, imagining the space was a secret bunker, and Rosalie would fuss around, bringing plates, glasses, and making sure the food was exactly the way we liked it.
Tonight was no different. I was late, and when I got to the trailers, I genuinely thought I’d find everyone eating. I wouldn’t have minded either, since it wasn’t their fault that my boss had insisted to have a drink with me, and I hadn’t been able to refuse, thinking the evening would end with a raise. Which it did. So, at least that was good news. To my surprise, Rosalie, Milo, Colt, and Lincoln were all around the table, but they hadn’t dug in yet.
“Hey there! We’ve been waiting for you.” Rosalie came around the table and kissed me on the lips. “Well, not Milo. He was hungry. He’s always hungry! He’s going to grow into one big bear. The biggest in these woods.”
I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. “I’ll wash up quickly and join you.”
She nodded and went back to the guys. As I went inside my trailer and turned on the tap, I thought the raise was a good thing. Maybe we could upgrade some stuff around here. Maybe I could even buy a new trailer and replace this one, which was a bit rundown. And I could only hope that would inspire Lincoln and Colt to do the same. Theirs weren’t necessarily in better shape. Or, maybe I could do something better. Bigger. But I didn’t know if we were ready for that yet. I was going to suggest it, anyway. At some po
int, when I myself felt more comfortable with the idea. I had to sit on it first.
A house. A house for the five of us. Of course, Lincoln and Colt would have to use their own damn money and build their own wings. I had no intention to share too many rooms with them. But it was a crazy thought. We could definitely build an honest-to-God house if we wanted to, with our own hands. As long as Rosalie was on board, anything was possible. Yes, I had to tell her about my idea. On second thought, why would I sit on it at all when Rosalie’s opinion and desire was the only one that mattered. She should have been the one to make the decision. With that thought in mind, I finished washing my hands and went back outside.
“Fish, potatoes, sweet potatoes, mushrooms – all roasted.” She lifted the lids off all the pots on the table. “And your favorite berry sauce, of course.”
She was one hell of a cook. Since she’d moved in with us three months ago, we’d all bought new stoves and ovens. She’d also spent a lot of money on new pots, pans, and all the kitchen-y stuff she swore she absolutely needed. We ate cake or pie every day, so we couldn’t complain, either. Looking at Milo, I was actually thinking we might all need to go on a diet soon.
She filled our plates first, and then she finally filled hers. She set some berry sauce aside for Milo, since he liked eating it like that, with a spoon. We all ate in silence for a while. We weren’t finished when she went inside and took something out of the fridge. It was a bottle of red wine. I cocked an eyebrow. We didn’t usually drink wine around here. We were all beer guys. She proceeded to fill three glasses for us, but I couldn’t miss the fact that she hadn’t poured a fourth glass for herself.
“I’d like to propose a toast,” she said.
“Where’s your glass then?” Lincoln asked.
She giggled in a cute, silly way and grabbed her glass of water to hold it as she spoke.
“To us. To Brooks,” she nodded at me, “to Colt, and Lincoln, and to Milo. To me, and to the cubs in my belly.” She placed her other hand on her flat stomach.
My jaw dropped. I probably looked like an idiot, glass of wine in hand, staring at her like I was seeing her for the first time.
Lincoln hadn’t paid attention, and he was sipping his wine when Colt smacked him hard over the head. Lincoln spluttered, sending wine everywhere. Milo clapped and laughed.
“What?” Lincoln complained.
Colt shook his head in disbelief. “Idiot.”
“What?” Lincoln looked around the table, trying to understand what was happening. His eyes fell on Rosalie, and he noticed how she was still holding her hand over her belly. “Oh.” But the information still hadn’t registered with him completely. Half a minute later: “Oooooh!”
Rosalie smiled brightly. “I’m pregnant. And at the rate I’m growing, I’m pretty sure I’m with at least two cubs.”
“Growing?” Colt huffed. “Where? You look perfect to me.”
I studied her curiously. Now that she’d mentioned it, I could see how she’d become a little thicker around the waist. I set my glass down and embraced her gently. She nestled against my chest.
“Thank you,” I whispered in her hair.
She laughed. “That’s a silly thing to say. Say that you’re happy, or… or ask me if they’re yours,” she laughed louder, trying to make a joke.
But I was in no mood for jokes. This was serious. This was the future we were talking about. Our future.
“Thank you for staying, Rosalie. Thank you for existing, for being you, for… running away only to find us. We were lost before you came into our lives, and now… look at us. We’re a family. We’re together, united, and we have a common goal: to make you and the cubs you’re going to give us happy.”
She sniffed. She hadn’t cried in a while, and it was weird to see her cry again. She pulled away and grabbed a napkin to dab at her eyes.
“That sounds like a plan,” she said.
“Want to hear another plan?”
“Your plans seem to be great, so yes.”
I turned to Colt and Lincoln. “Let’s build a house. I know we’ve lived in trailer parks all our lives, but we can do this. It’s time.”
Lincoln nodded. “I was getting tired of being a nomad, anyway.”
“Nomad for life,” Colt said. When I glared at him, he laughed. “Just kidding. Jesus! Okay, I’m in. Let’s build a house.”
“For real?” She was legit crying now. Milo sensed something was happening, and he started clinging to her skirt. She lifted him up, but I immediately took him from her. He was heavy, and in her condition, I didn’t want her to carry him anymore. He was a big boy. “You’re going to build a house for me?”
“Yes, Rosalie. Anything for you. If you want it, that is…”
“I do. I want a house, yes. Please build me a house.”
I grinned from ear to ear. “Done.”
THE END
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Cara loves to write about strong, feisty women and their hot Alphas who will do anything to make them happy. Her books are filled with romance and just a dash of mystery, suspense, and that eerie atmosphere she fell in love with reading too many gothic novels. With a master’s degree in Comparative Literature, she can’t help but play with tropes and themes from various genres, trying to come up with fresh perspectives on the paranormal characters her readers love so much. Vampires, shape-shifters, demons, witches… Cara will always make sure they get their own twists.
Dahlia Briar spends her time enjoying her two big passions: writing and baking. She graduated from university with a degree in linguistics and then attended culinary school. Since then, she has been immersed in love stories from every angle; from her cake shop customers whom she delights with sweet treats, now to readers whom she wants to entertain with steamy, hot, messy and passionate love stories. She likes to write complex and relatable characters, often sprinkled with a bit of paranormal magic dust (okay, sometimes a lot of it!).
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