by Roxie Noir
She’s going against everything her parents have ever taught her, he thought. The thought gave him a tiny spark of hope, somewhere deep in his heart.
Give it a year.
Her hand reached the top of his snout, and with the pads of two fingers, she stroked the short, velvety fur there, so lightly that it tickled.
His eyes slid closed, and he gave into the enjoyment of letting him touch her. Even just on the nose.
She might do more, his bear-brain told him. She’s come further than you thought.
An image flashed in front of his mind’s eye: Quinn, on her back on the blanket, moaning as he buried himself inside her, her face flushed with pleasure.
Now her hand had made its way up past his eyebrow ridge, and she’d gotten braver, putting the whole flat of her palm on him, then pushing her fingers through his fur, over his ears, onto his cheeks.
Julius let out the slightest of appreciative growls and nuzzled her hand. For a moment, she froze, and then she smiled.
“You have softer fur than I thought you would,” she said. “It’s the same color as your hair.”
“It usually is,” said Hudson, who’d come up behind her. He reached out and scratched Julius’s ears, almost like the bear was an enormous dog.
Quinn looked over at Hudson, watching him just mess with Julius’s enormous, shaggy head like petting a grizzly was no big deal.
“So you’re sort of... light brown?” she asked.
Hudson grinned.
“Want to see?”
“Sure,” she said, her fingers finding a spot under Julius’s chin.
In a flash, Hudson was disrobing. Even as a bear, Julius thought he could see a flash of desire in Quinn’s eyes. Unlike when he’d shifted, she didn’t look away. This time she wasn’t afraid.
Good, he thought. My mate can’t be afraid.
Then there was an explosion of fur and Quinn gasped again. Hudson, in bear form, stood next to him. This time, Quinn touched him without hesitation, running her fingers through his surprisingly soft fur.
Hudson gave her arm a quick lick, and Quinn just laughed.
“This is the strangest thing,” she said. “You’re bears.”
Julius grunted again, then took a step toward Hudson and head-butted him.
Hudson swatted back playfully. Quinn took a step back, and moments later, the two bears were wrestling in the clearing, rolling over and over, swiping and biting.
“Oh!” exclaimed Quinn as Hudson fastened his teeth around the thick skin on Julius’s neck. “Oh, don’t hurt him.”
Julius snorted and shrugged Hudson off. His teeth hadn’t penetrated at all, and Julius retaliated with a claws-out swat. Hudson rolled off, going half into the clear, cold stream, and Julius splashed in after. The cold mattered significantly less when he was a bear.
10
Quinn
Watching the two grizzlies wrestle around the clearing, snorting, growling, and grunting happily, Quinn couldn’t help but smile. She stayed out of their way, just in case, but it was obvious that Julius and Hudson would never do anything to hurt her. They’d taken her to this special place, after all, and while neither of them had said it, she got the impression that not a lot of humans got to see a grizzly shifter actually shift, let alone touch a shifter in his bear form.
It had felt surprisingly intimate, at least. Quinn couldn’t think of a time when she’d felt more vulnerable than standing directly in front of a grizzly bear, her hand on his face, staring into its eyes.
The two bears splashed through the freezing creek, seemingly impervious to almost everything: teeth, claws, the cold.
No wonder they like being bears, she thought. Just shift if the heat in your house isn’t working or something. It’s probably pretty convenient.
Hudson came out of the creek, shaking himself off, starting with his head and then twisting his whole body until his fur stood out in wet spikes. Julius came up from behind him and gave him one more swat.
Suddenly, Hudson toppled over and lay on the grass, unmoving.
Quinn frowned. It hadn’t even been a hard swat. At least she didn’t think so.
Then he shifted back to human, shrinking and folding in on himself, until he laid there naked, still unmoving. Julius walked up and nudged at him with his nose, and then looked plaintively at Quinn.
“Hudson?” she said, panic edging into her voice. She rushed over to where he lay on the ground, kneeling down in front of his naked, tattooed form. Any other time, she’d have been a blushing mess this close to one of the hottest men she’d ever seen, but right now, Quinn was just terrified.
He didn’t answer.
“HUDSON!” she shouted, grabbing him by the shoulders and rolling him onto his back.
His chest wasn’t rising and falling. His eyes were still shut. Frantically, Quinn felt for a pulse in his neck and felt it beat against her fingers, steady and strong.
Why isn’t he breathing?
She put the side of her face above his mouth, trying to feel any faint breath that might escape his lips, as she tried frantically to remember how to do mouth-to-mouth.
Then Hudson’s lips puckered, dropping a quick kiss on her cheek.
Quinn sat bolt upright as his eyes flew open and Hudson grinned from ear to ear.
“Boo,” he said
“You asshole!” Quinn said. “You scared me to death, I was about to do mouth-to-mouth.”
“Damn, I should’ve waited,” he said. “It’s been a long, long time since I kissed a pretty girl.”
Quinn’s mouth dropped open slightly, but she managed to regain some of her composure, rocking back onto her knees above him.
She very pointedly made eye contact, determined not to let her gaze look any lower. Not that she wasn’t curious.
Or interested. Very interested.
“You could have just asked,” she said, still half-pretending to be angry.
There was a soft whump behind her, and Quinn looked up to see Julius, standing there, arms crossed over his chest, also totally naked.
Eye contact, eye contact, she thought.
She looked.
It was impressive.
“Okay,” said Hudson. Still lying on his back, he reached one hand across the grass and rubbed one of her knees softly with the backs of his fingers. “Can I have a kiss?”
Quinn thought her heart might beat out of her chest as Hudson sat up, leaning on one hand in front of her.
What does he see in me? she wondered. My parents want to kill his mate, I run a shifter hate site, and my thighs rub together.
Before she could lose her nerve, she leaned forward and planted her lips on his.
Even though he’d just been in the creek and his skin was cold, his lips were warm, dry, and firm against her own. Before she knew it, one of his hands was on her shoulder, just barely squeezing her.
His mouth opened and he moved his head just slightly, the faint rasp of skin on skin heightening Quinn’s anticipation even further. She wanted to melt into him, for him to lay her down on the grass and touch every single part of her, take her clothes off and...
She felt his tongue swipe against her lower lip and she opened her own mouth, letting him inside. Now his hand had made its way up to her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheekbone, and his tongue sought hers out ferociously.
Scooting forward, she pressed herself into him. She didn’t care any longer whether he was naked or not, because there was a heat rising inside her that was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, a spike of white-hot fire that burned straight through her core.
Hudson broke the kiss, looked Quinn in the eyes, then looked somewhere over her head. She turned to see Julius, standing there with a smirk on his face.
By the looks of his erection, he was impressed.
“We agreed, Hudson,” he said. He was trying to sound mad but wasn’t quite succeeding.
Besides, his erection was far too prominent.
Hudson grinned. “Oops?
”
Quinn was breathing hard, flushed with desire, and she felt utterly fearless. She’d already touched a grizzly bear — no, two grizzly bears — and was alone in the woods with two naked shifters.
And she wasn’t doing a damn thing that she didn’t want to.
“Are you going to stay up there or come down here and join in?” she asked.
In a flash, Julius was behind her, leaning over her shoulder. He pressed his lips to hers, hard enough that she could just barely feel his teeth on her, and he pressed his tongue into her mouth without hesitation, finding hers and curling against it.
When they separated, Hudson was watching them, a hungry look in his eyes. Both men were breathing hard, and Quinn bit her lip as she finally let her eyes flick down to their erections.
They were definitely, definitely into it.
Hudson kissed her again and then the kiss was joined by Julius, tongue weaving through all three mouths until Quinn wasn’t sure who she was kissing or whose tentative hand was on her waist, just barely touching her through her t-shirt.
The fire inside her roared, burning hotter and hotter.
Something could go wrong tomorrow, she thought.
Lips — Hudson’s, she thought — moved to her neck, slowly making their way down her throat, sucking gently at the hollow there. She let out a soft little moan, her eyes sliding closed.
Just go with it now, Quinn told herself.
Without opening her eyes, she grasped the hand on her waist. The lips on her neck stopped, but she moved the hand six inches upward, placing it firmly on one breast.
She opened her eyes to see Hudson’s face surprised for one second, only for that expression to be replaced by total delight as he cupped her breast in his hand, running his thumb over her nipples through her bra, a groan making its way out of his chest.
Immediately, Julius’s hand was on her other breast, kneading and caressing, his thick erection firm against her lower back as he rocked against her.
Quinn felt like she might explode with desire. She wanted them, and now.
She whipped her t-shirt off, tossing it onto the now-abandoned picnic blanket, and looked down.
Shit, she thought. Why’d I wear the ugliest bra I own on a date?
It didn’t matter, though, because in seconds Julius had unhooked it and tossed it somewhere else after her shirt.
“Guys,” she said, gasping for air. “No clothes in the creek, okay?”
“Why?” asked Julius, a smile in his voice. “You’d have to go naked while they dried?”
“What a shame,” Hudson added.
Then he pushed her down onto the ground, sandwiching her between the two of them. Hudson’s mouth was on her nipple, licking and sucking, just barely biting, and he had one hand on the other, gently rolling it between his fingers.
Julius bit her neck softly, then moved down, past her collarbone, her sternum, over the slight mound of her belly. Quinn felt her pants unbuckle, unzip and then slide down her hips as Julius tossed them over his shoulder toward the picnic.
Her underwear followed right away, and then she could feel Julius’s breath on her belly, his face moving lower and lower as his hands moved her thighs apart, his thick fingers sinking into her soft flesh.
For a split second, Quinn wondered what the last time she’d shaved had been, but then she felt hands moving her lips apart and the light touch of Julius’s tongue on her clit, and her mind went blank.
He licked her slowly, almost lazily, every stroke of his tongue sending a bolt of pleasure through her whole body, sending her rocketing higher and higher, her whole body aflame.
Somehow, her hand had found Hudson’s erection, and she wrapped her fingers around its impressive girth, moving slowly from stem to tip, listening to his grunts of pleasure as he moved his mouth upward to kiss her deeply, again, his hands still pinching and rolling her nipples.
Just as she thought she might explode, Julius’s tongue left her clit, making its slow, lazy way down toward her lips, licking along the slick opening, just barely parting them with his tongue.
Quinn moaned into Hudson’s mouth, and he gave her an extra-hard squeeze that made her gasp. Julius’s tongue moved again, pressing further into her channel, and then he moved back up to her clit, circling in deliberately.
“Oh, god,” Quinn breathed.
She wanted them more than she’d ever wanted anything before, and she thought that if she couldn’t feel one of them inside her, right now, she might just explode with lust. Julius flicked his tongue over her again and again, and she fought the urge to squeeze his head between her thighs. He could handle it, easily, but it was pretty rude.
At last, Julius stopped, his head popping back up as he planted kisses up her stomach, but Quinn was already rolling toward him, on her side, reaching behind her with Hudson’s cock firmly in her fist.
Julius pressed himself to her, his erection on her belly, and kissed her hard. Quinn could taste her own musk on his lips as she arched her back.
Then she positioned the tip of Hudson’s cock at her entrance, pushing back against him, rubbing her wet lips along the head.
He groaned, his fingers digging into one hip.
“You’re sure?” he whispered, his voice ragged with lust.
Quinn didn’t answer, just pushed herself back against him, letting the tip of his cock sink into her entrance, biting her lip as he took over, some primal urge moving his hips forward and pushing himself all the way inside of her.
She moaned again, her eyes closed, hands on Julius’s strong chest. It felt as though an itch were finally being scratched, the way Hudson’s cock filled her up and satisfied that empty ache she’d been feeling. Biting the back of her neck, Hudson pulled out and slid in again, then again and again, gradually moving faster as Quinn moaned.
Julius kissed her and she kissed back, feeling almost lost in her pleasure, and she felt Hudson’s arm snake over her side and grasp Julius’s cock, pumping it slowly in time with his thrusts into her.
At the same time, Julius’s hand made its way between her legs, rubbing her with the same rhythm. Quinn began to see dots swirling in front of her eyes, as if fireworks were going off in her brain.
“This feels so good,” she managed to whisper, the pleasure threatening to utterly overwhelm her. Her only answers were long, deep groans, and then Julius and Hudson leaned over her, kissing each other deeply as she watched.
Almost without warning, she exploded. Quinn gasped and arched her back, desperately pushing herself against Hudson, willing him to plunge into her as deeply as he could to fuel the explosion inside her. Light exploded in front of her eyes and she nearly screamed, her body taking over completely as the spasms racked through.
It felt like they might go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure breaking over her, but just as she began to surface, her orgasm fading, Hudson thrust into her hard and then stayed there. She could feel him spasm inside her, flooding her with his seed.
After a long pause, he pulled out, and Quinn rolled over onto her stomach. She knew she was covered in a light sheen of sweat, but she didn’t really care. Her fingers and toes tingled, almost as if she’d received an electric shock, and she felt exhausted by the force of her orgasm.
Then she looked up, raising her head from the soft grass below her, and looked at Julius.
He had one hand firmly around his cock and he looked at her, a smirk on his face.
“Don’t tell me you’re finished,” he said, his voice rumbling through the clearing.
She watched his hand on his cock, long and thick, firmly moving up and down.
Her insides stirred again, and she felt herself spark to life.
Still lying on her stomach, she ran her hand down Julius’s furry chest, over his hard pecs and sculpted abs, until it reached his hand on his cock, and replaced it.
Slowly, she moved her hand up and down his shaft, squeezing, loving the way that he filled her fist completely. Within moments, it was li
ke she hadn’t just had the most amazing orgasm of her life.
She ached for him.
As she sat up and straddled Julius, the heat inside her built. She put both hands on his cock now and Julius reached up, tweaking both her nipples, his shaft getting even harder at her soft moan.
“Wait,” said Hudson, sitting up next to them. “Turn around.”
Quinn raised her eyebrows wonderingly, and Hudson just grinned.
“Trust me,” he said.
Quinn shrugged and did as he asked, her core going white-hot once more as she did. She had no idea what he was going to do, but she had a feeling she was going to enjoy it.
Straddling Julius backwards now, she looked over her shoulder at Julius, his hands tight on her hips and his eyes squeezed shut. A foot away, Hudson watched as she grasped Julius and then slid onto him, feeling him fill her just as he had a moment ago.
Quinn went slow, letting gravity do the work, as she lowered herself onto Julius, feeling every centimeter that he went inside her. At last, she was sitting on him completely, her knees spread on either side, her legs wide and Julius totally buried inside her.
Going on instinct, Quinn began to move her hips back and forth, sliding Julius in and out a little but letting him press up against those sweet, sweet pleasure buttons along the walls of her channel.
Once more, Quinn felt like there was a ball of flame inside her, burning to be released, and it grew and grew. Lost in her own world, she moved her hips back and forth, letting Julius slide in and out, feeling his hands holding her tight, listening to his groans behind her.
Then Hudson spoke up.
“Lean back,” he said.
Quinn obeyed, not even asking what he was going to do, and Julius reached around to pinch her nipples, eliciting gasps from her.
Before she knew what was happening, Hudson had pushed Julius’s knees far apart, on his knees between them, and he bent down, bringing his face to lick at Quinn.
She gasped. Between the dual pleasures of Julius’s cock and Hudson’s tongue, her mind went utterly blank, and the only thing she could think of was how good it felt as the ball of fire inside her threatened to explode.
