by Marla Monroe
Before she thought about it, Warren’s hot body pressed against hers from behind. Large hands massaged her hips as his hot breath blew against her cheek then down to her neck. When he licked behind her ear and nibbled there, Wren couldn’t stop the moan that erupted from her if she’d tried.
Eason’s mouth grew more urgent as he slipped his tongue inside to probe and lick every spot inside her mouth that tingled when he did. How did he know where to touch her? She’d never known there were erogenous zones inside her mouth. But Eason seemed to know a lot about her body as he cupped her face in his warm hands, holding her head still so he could control their kiss.
When he finally pulled back, allowing them both to finally breathe, his eyes were darker than any she’d ever seen with need and arousal. They should have alarmed her, but Wren had no doubt hers were just as passionate.
“Nature didn’t make a mistake, wild baby. She gave you to us to keep you safe. We can handle your crazy antics just fine,” he told her with a lazy smile.
“While we watch over you and gently guide you back on track, you’ll be teaching us to move around more and give us laughter as well as tears. With God’s grace, you’ll give us cubs or pups one day as well.” Warren nuzzled her neck and blew in her ear before he swiped his rough tongue across it.
Shivers trickled down her back and across her shoulders. Wren’s hands rose of their own accord to run up Eason’s broad chest and grasp handfuls of shirt so that she could pull him back down for another of his mind-blowing kisses.
Oh, God he tastes so good. I can’t wait to lick his nipples and trace the crown of his cock with my tongue. I want to drive him and Warren as wild as they’re making me.
Wren forgot what they’d been talking about. She knew it had been important, serious, but right then all she could think about was her throbbing clit and achingly empty pussy. She needed them inside of her. The wild dog started panting as she wrapped one leg around Eason’s as high as she could get it.
Eason obliged and grabbed it so that she could keep her balance. With Warren pushing at her from behind, his thick, hard dick rocked against her ass so that with each thrust of his hips, she ground her pelvis against Eason’s equally hard cock. The thickness of the zipper caught at her clit with each movement.
“Please!”
Had that been her voice? Was she actually begging for them to screw her? Wren tried to rein in the lust-filled need of her shifter side but to no avail. The mangy bitch wanted what she wanted and right then it was two tall, tasty bears.
“Fuck, Eason. We’ve got to get her somewhere horizontal. I’ve got to taste that hot, wet cunt of hers. I can smell how sweet she is,” Warren said.
“Smells spicy like red clover honey. I can’t wait to bury my face between her legs and rub all over that pussy.” Eason moaned then gave her one hard, quick kiss before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. “Come on, brother. There’s bound to be a room with a bed in here somewhere.”
Wren squealed when she suddenly found herself hanging upside down over Eason’s wide shoulder. Then she sobered and smiled wide enough her teeth probably showed. This was the perfect position to do some ass squeezing. Of course it would be a lot more fun and productive if he’d been naked, but she could work with what she had.
Reaching down, she grabbed both ass cheeks through Eason’s jeans. The soft growl that vibrated down his back echoed on her chest, making her nipples instantly tighten to hard, tingling tips.
The feel of teeth biting her upper thigh right where it met her ass startled her then deepened her arousal to the point of pain. God she wished she could reach his butt with her head. She’d show him how a wild dog bit. Later, when he was naked and trying to rest, she’d sink her teeth into both of their asses and mark them as hers.
“Hurry up, Warren. Find that fucking bedroom. She’s pinching my ass.” Eason’s laughter filled his voice.
“Here it is. Throw her on the bed and we’ll get those clothes off of her,” Warren said as he jerked the covers off the entire bed.
“Hey! I just made that bed up,” Wren snapped.
“Do you want them all dirty, baby girl?” Warren asked as Eason threw her down on the bed.
Wren bounced once but got to her feet before the second bounce. Both bears had wide, pointed teeth exposing grins on their faces. Those smiles didn’t cover up the intense arousal they seemed barely able to keep in check. The scent of their need along with the primal look in their eyes stopped Wren for a second as she took it all in and processed it. The wild dog inside of her howled in delight.
“Wild baby.” Eason took a step closer, putting him against the foot of the bed where he could stare into her eyes. “Good lovin’ is downright dirty. If it’s not, you aren’t doing something right. Once I get between your legs, I’m going to eat you up and rub my face all over that juicy wet pussy of yours. I can’t wait to smell like you, wild pup.”
If she hadn’t been turned on before, Wren was literally shaking with need now. Every nerve ending in her body was on high alert, tingling just under her skin. Talk about rubbing, she wanted to grind her body all over theirs, getting her scent all over them and carrying theirs on her. Wren was in deep trouble. They were well on the way to owning her heart and soul.
“Get those clothes off of her, Eason. If they aren’t gone in five minutes flat, I’m ripping them off of her. Need to sink my dick all the way inside that cunt and fuck her until she screams my name.”
“Her ass is mine,” Eason said as a deep growl vibrated from his chest. “I can’t wait to feel that tight little hole stretching around my cock.”
Wren’s entire body stilled. Had Eason said he was going to fuck her in the ass? Huh?
“Um no,” Wren squeaked out, backing up to the headboard.
“What?” Warren and Eason asked together. Panic saturated the room.
“Just no. You’re not getting in my butt. No freaking way!”
Chapter Thirteen
Eason couldn’t believe what he was hearing. They had to both take her if they were going to become mates. It was just how sealing a mating was between three bears so that was what it would be with a wild dog as well. Hadn’t they ever had a triad mating before? He was sure his Ursus, Zashchita, and Ursa had done that. He’d have to ask, but there was no way he was going to lose his mate.
“Easy, Wren. We don’t have to do that this time. We can talk about it later,” Warren crooned to her.
“There’s nothing to talk about. You’re not getting inside my ass. That hurts and goes against everything alpha in me. That’s a no-deal or negotiation point with me.” Wren crossed her arms and glared at them.
“Wren, that’s how triads have to mate to seal the mating and bind us together. That’s how it’s done.” Warren took a step toward her but Wren glared harder and stomped her foot on the mattress.
“Not this triad. You can growl and talk until you’re blue in the face, but I won’t back down on this. Deal with it, bear boy!” Wren leaned against the headboard with a determined expression daring them to try anything.
“We won’t touch you there until you agree, wild pup. Let us show you how good it will be between us. We can worry about that later. No one is going to force anything on you. I swear it. It’s against everything inside of me to ever cause you pain or harm.” Eason prayed she would relax and let them make love to her.
His body needed hers just as much as his soul thirsted for the piece of her that would make him whole. He was sure that once they were truly mated, his bears would be joined forever and only give him trouble when she was in danger or upset at him for something. Like now. Right now, they were fighting inside of him to get out. They wanted to prove to their mate that they would never harm her. He pleaded with them to relax so they could hold Wren without scaring her half to death. Even as Warren talked to her, he argued and negotiated with the two warring bears.
As Eason watched, Warren crawled carefully up the bed from the foot, moving slow
“Easy, baby girl. No one is going to hurt you. We just want to hold you and make you feel good. Give us a chance, Wren. Please, baby.” Warren’s normally rough voice had smoothed out into a soft plea to her.
I need to do the same thing and beg her to let us just hold her. If that’s all I get tonight, it’s better than nothing. I need to touch her and smell her on me when I get up.
He figured Warren felt the same way but wouldn’t admit it. His bondmate wasn’t as vocal with his emotions as Eason was. Eason didn’t normally have any control of them like most bears. In that, he and Wren were more similar than she thought.
That thought stopped him from climbing on the bed as well. They were both easy to rile and slow to calm down. Both of them shot off like a Fourth of July firecracker if something tried to ruin their plans. There would be some high emotions in their den and a few nasty fights as well, but the make-up sex would be a-fucking-mazing. However, it would worry him that they weren’t taking care of her well enough, making her happy.
Pushing those dark thoughts back, Eason thought only of making love to his mate anyway he could manage it. The need to bear her scent was driving him insane. They belonged to each other and covering her in their essence was just as necessary to warn all other bears and all other shifters for that matter that she was taken and belonged to them. His instinct demanded it and the human side of him craved it.
“Just let us touch you and hold you, baby. Unless you want more, we won’t push you.” Warren looked so different crouched in front of Wren, begging like a male who hadn’t had water in a dozen long hot days.
Before Eason realized it, he was on his hands and knees right next to the other bear looking up at the most beautiful female in the world, wanting her so much he would beg as well. There she was standing over them like a queen presiding over her court. He could worship at her feet forever if she’d just let him.
“Let us show you how good we can make you feel, wild pup. Let me taste you. Please don’t deny us. We want you so much, Wren.”
“You won’t try and make me have anal sex with you?” she asked with only a hint of hesitation.
“Never. That is only when you’re ready and want to. We’d never make you do something that you might not like unless it was to keep you safe,” Warren quickly told her.
“I want you, too,” Wren whispered as if too scared to admit it.
“Come to us, Wren. Let us have you,” Eason told her.
When she slowly sank to her knees in front of them, he finally relaxed some. They still had a chance at making her theirs. Not tonight, but soon. Once she saw that they would keep their word and make her feel so good it almost hurt, their mate would acquiesce to the mating. He was sure of it.
He and Warren reached for Wren at the same time. Together they rained kisses all over her face and neck. Warren even took one arm and kissed her from upper arm down to lay soft kisses along each finger.
“Clothes,” Eason snarled as his need grew way past patience.
Warren’s chuckle only fueled the fire burning in his balls. He was a lucky son of a bitch not to have two hormonal bears raging inside of him. The pressure was twice as much on him to take his mate. It would be hard as hell to hold back.
Between the two of them, they managed to remove most of Wren’s clothes without ripping them off of her. Her panties lost the battle and were now a tattered mess on the floor. Her bra hadn’t fared much better and now hung over the lamp on the bedside table.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Eason dove between her legs and buried his face in the wet, perfect patch brushing at her pussy lips. She didn’t shave and he wanted to howl in delight. From the way her sweet curls tickled his nose, he knew she trimmed, but he could live with that. He used a finger on each side of her slit and spread the juicy fat lips apart so he could take full advantage of the aroma of her nectar that coated the insides of her thighs.
“Holy, hell, Eason. Hurry up. I can’t wait to taste her.” Warren shoved at him but Eason wasn’t giving an inch. Not until he’d gotten his own taste of paradise.
The first trip down her slit was indeed heaven. She tasted like tangy honey with maybe some lemon for tartness. He lapped at her then, knowing that Warren was going apeshit behind him, rubbed his face all in her wet juices before backing away and giving his brother a chance.
“Sweet, wild pup,” he breathed in her ear when he’d crawled up to lie beside her. “I could lick and suck on you all night long. One day when Warren has to be somewhere, I’ll do just that.”
“A—all night?” She started to say something more but Warren did something to her between her legs and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Eason chuckled. “Couldn’t wait to do that, could you, brother?”
“Hell, she’s like ambrosia. How will I ever get any work done with her around?” Warren asked.
“One of us will take care of her and the other work. We can switch back and forth.” Eason grinned down at where Warren’s eyes brightened for a second.
“Wonder if our Ursus will go for that?” Warren inhaled and his eyes darkened once again.
“What is he doing to me?” Wren’s voice came out all breathy as if she was struggling to breathe.
“He’s showing you what we can do for you, baby. We can make you scream or make you beg. It’s all we want to do for the rest of our lives, Wren.” Eason nuzzled her neck then inched down to gaze at the bounty of her gorgeous breasts. Large, long nipples all hard and dusky rose in color had his mouth watering once again. He dove on one stiff bud and sucked long and hard.
“Oh, God! That feels so good. Please, Eason.” Wren’s husky tone had him sucking harder, pulling back until her nipple was stretched long enough he was surprised she didn’t yelp in pain.
“Love your nipples, wild pup. So long and perfect for sucking.”
“I can’t stand it. It’s too much,” Wren wailed.
“What’s too much, baby girl?” Warren peeked up over her rounded belly wearing a wet grin.
“Both of you at the same time. I can’t figure out how to feel both at the same time. It’s driving me crazy,” Wren whined.
Eason chuckled. He loved that they could do this to her. She was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t think, and that meant that she opened herself to them so much more. Gone was the tough wild dog and in her place was the sexy-as-hell she-mate they’d prayed for.
Every time he thought he’d get enough of sucking each of her tits, he’d long for one more taste, one more pull of those cock-hardening berries that stretched like taffy and tasted just as sweet. He figured he could live a hundred lifetimes and never get tired of loving her. Hell, the first time they’d seen her when their Ursa had been running for her life Eason had known she was the one for them and love burst from his heart. He’d never believed it was true that you could fall in love the first time you saw your mate, but it was.
“Oh, oh! Please don’t stop. Feels so good,” Wren yelled out just before she screamed as her orgasm took her.
Eason loved seeing her face redden and that gasp for air as she lost control and rode the wave of pleasure they gave her. It seemed like hours before she started pushing at Warren’s head to stop devouring her. Her eyes closed and she panted, making her gorgeous breasts heave with each breath. Knowing that he had some small part in making her feel good eased some of the anxiety over not being able to fully mate her yet.
“Got to have her,” Warren was mumbling.
Eason looked up to find his bondmate standing up at the side of the bed pulling his clothes off like they were on fire. He damn near fell on his ass when his boxers tangled up around his feet. The big bear growled at him when a chuckle escaped.
As soon as Warren had returned to the bed, Eason backed off and stripped as well. He made sure he didn’t trip on his boxers and give the other man something to taunt him on later. He watched as the other bear spread her legs wide before lifting her ass off the bed so that her pussy was right there for him to work his dick inside of her. The big bear moaned as his cock began to slide inside of her.
“Fuck me, she’s tight,” Warren gritted out through his teeth. Then he let go of her ass and gripped her hips to give himself some power in order to fully enter her.
“You’re too big, Warren. Wait. Let me catch my breath.” Wren’s strangled cry stopped Warren dead still.
Eason crawled back on the bed and brushed the hair from her eyes. “Are you okay, little one?”
“Did I hurt you? I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, baby girl.” Real fear etched lines into the big bear’s forehead.
“No, you didn’t hurt me, but it was starting to sting. Just give me a second to stretch some. Fuck! Are all bears this big?” Wren arched her back and closed her eyes.
Eason smiled as Warren fought to remain still while their mate pushed herself over the bear’s dick. It was giving Warren fits of frustration to not be able to move with her.
“Come on, baby. Need to move. You’re killing me.” Warren’s eyes squeezed down tight.
“You don’t need to know about any other bear’s cock, sweet pup. Ours are the only ones you should take notice of.” Eason knelt up so that his long dick stood out inches from Wren’s face.
“Suck on me, Wren. I want to feel that mouth on me,” Eason said, staring down into her eyes.
The little wench winked at him and licked her lips before reaching out with that tongue and licking the underside of the crown. Fire raced from his balls up his shaft. Fuck, but that was good.
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