“You don’t think you’ve already done that.” He watched her face change, she looked horrified and so he added. “In a good way, Maggie.” Then as she left the room, he murmured, “In a very good way.”
Maggie went to the front door and grabbed a coat. Cyrus had gone outside, and she hoped he was close to the house. She certainly had no plans to get herself lost again today.
The weather had warmed a little, the afternoon sun warming the air. She stood and looked around, taking in the other buildings, in her rush to get away earlier she had not taken much notice.
There was a garage, and a barn. Other small buildings were dotted around, and she heard the sound of chickens. There was no sign of him, so she decided to start with the closest building and work her way around.
First was the garage, it was empty apart from a rusted old tractor. Next, she went to the barn, opening the door she slipped inside, hopeful to find him here because the door had not been locked . Inside were a few goats, bleating at her as she passed by.
“Hello,” she said, tickling their heads as she passed by.
“We get our milk from them.”
Maggie visibly jumped at his voice. She turned but could not see him. “Cyrus?” she asked, her body trembling. He excited her, the danger of him, coupled with innocence.
“Up here.”
She looked up, and sure enough, there he was. To reach him she would have to climb a rickety old ladder. Keeping her eye on him she went to the bottom of the ladder, it was obvious he was not going to come down.
“Can I come up?” she asked, not wanting to invade his space if he really wanted to be alone.
“If you want.”
She smiled, playing hard to get. OK, she could work with that. At least he had not moved away from her. Looking doubtfully at the ladder she took hold of it and began to climb.
She was half way up before she began to feel dizzy, hesitating she looked down, thinking she was not too high. The ground seemed to call to her, and she felt herself being pulled towards the ground.
“Look up. Look at me.” Cyrus commanded.
Maggie did as he told her, fixing her eyes on him. “What's wrong with me?”
“You have a touch of vertigo.”
“Vertigo. How could I not know that?” Her voice sounded nervous.
“Keep your eyes on me, and put one foot in front of the other.” He moved so he was at the top of the ladder, looking down on her.
Maggie took a deep breath. “I can do this,” she whispered.
“Yes. You can.”
She did as he told her, fixing him in her vision, trying to enjoy the way he got bigger the closer she got. He was her reward when she got to the top. One foot on the next rung, pull up, repeat. Simple. Then why was her heart still racing. She tried to convince herself it was the thought of what she would like to do with Cyrus, up here out of sight.
Finally, she reached him. He reached down and placed his hand on hers. “Got you. You're safe now.”
With one last effort, she pushed herself up and he dragged her into his arms. Their lips found each other, and she pressed her curvy body into his hard muscular frame and felt safe, his lips erasing the panic she had felt only moments before. His hands roamed her body, igniting a fire in her that only his touch could quench.
Cyrus laid her down on the hay, covering her body with his. He was more confident this time, and he took her shirt off, kissing the top of her breasts before reaching behind her to undo her bra. When her voluptuous breasts sprang out, he looked at them, admiring the soft curves with his fingers. She arched her back, pressing herself forward, with a sigh of contentment he lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it until it was taut and sensitive.
Maggie pushed her hands into his hair, pulling him close and encouraging him to tease her to distraction. Cyrus took his time, his mouth moving from one to the other, licking and kissing her until she writhed under him with need.
His hands sought her jeans and undid them, lifting himself up to drag them off her legs. When he moved back over her he took a long breath. “You smell of Aiden. He’s been inside you again.”
She held her breath, expecting jealousy from Cyrus, but she had to answer truthfully. “Yes.”
He moved between her thighs, his body turned to one side so he could push his finger inside her sex. She knew how wet she was, not only from her own arousal but also from Aiden’s come.
He pushed deep inside her, and her sex gripped his finger. He explored her, sliding against her slick inner walls.
His confidence grew, his thumb brushed her clit, and she gasped and tensed while he teased her sensitive flesh. Enjoying the way he made her move, his mouth once again claimed her breasts, and he worked her to the point of orgasm. Her breathing rapid and her hands grasping his clothes. He lifted his head and watched her face as she came; smiling at the pleasure he made her experience.
She came, her mouth claiming his as her orgasm subsided. Then she turned her head and said, “Will you make love to me now, Cyrus?”
He lifted himself up and then stood before her, stripping down while she watched. His body was toned, large muscles covered by lean flesh. Cyrus looked like some kind of god, powerful and strong, and her insides squirmed to have him inside her, this time taking control of their lovemaking.
Cyrus had the same idea, he knelt before her, spreading her legs before him and gazing at her pink sex. Inserting his finger inside her, he watched it disappear inside her warm wet depths, and then he massaged her sex a few times before leaning down and licking her slit from one end to the other. Oh, god he was talented with his tongue. She raised her knees, pushing herself forward onto his mouth. His tongue pushed deep inside her and he took his time to savour her taste.
She could see how hard he was, yet he took his time before he could stand it no longer. He moved his body between her thighs and then guided his cock inside her. At first he pushed in with just the head, and then a little deeper. She gripped him, using her inner muscles to give him maximum friction.
Now she watched his face, the pure pleasure of the feelings washing over him as he buried himself deep inside her. Cyrus was not as rough as Aiden; he was surprisingly gentle with her.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, full of concern.
“No, Cyrus. I won’t break, push nice and deep. Fill me.”
Cyrus did as she asked, penetrating her completely. He was so big, nice and wide so her inner walls were stretched. Once he had impaled her completely he lay still, and she adjusted to him, her sex throbbing.
Maggie kissed his chest, finding his nipples and playfully tugging on them. This sensation seemed to bring his passion out. He pulled back out of her and thrust back in; she placed her hands on his butt and encouraged him to push deep.
Cyrus took his time, experimenting with different rhythms, sometimes thrusting hard, and then moving slowly and gently. Her body had no way of telling what he would do next, and this made their joining exciting, her arousal grew until she once again hovered on the brink of her climax.
Cyrus was close too, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, no longer pulling right out of her. She bit his neck, lifting her mound to meet each stroke, her movements finally making him lose control.
His thick seed filled her, joining and mingling with Aiden’s, if ever she conceived their child she would never know who the father was. When she cried out in release, she knew Aiden would hear, and would not care that she lay with another man. Maggie belonged to both of these bears, and the very thought made her orgasm incredibly satisfying.
Chapter Six
Maggie woke the next morning with a feeling of foreboding. She knew she had to try to find out who she was, the incident in the barn had convinced her, and Cyrus, surprisingly, that she had to know who she was. What if she had a medical condition that needed treatment? Not knowing her history put her in danger.
They ate breakfast together in the kitchen, Aiden made w
arm porridge, and they had sausages with freshly baked bed. These men certainly had embraced the self sufficiency way of life.
“So how do you survive here without a job? Surely you have to buy some things?” Maggie was eating the last of her porridge, the warmth spreading through her body. Looking out of the window, she knew she would be grateful of it, the day looked cold.
“We built the house ourselves, and we grow our own vegetables and fruit. You've seen the goats we use for milk. In the summer we go and help with the harvesting on a couple of farms,” Cyrus answered.
“I thought you completely shunned people.”
“Not entirely. There are a few people we trust and work with.”
“People like you?” Maggie asked, knowing they would realise what she meant.
“Yes. A bit like us.”
“Not bears?”
“There are not many bears. It makes it hard for us sometimes. Other shifters understand us, but not our true nature. Just like true beasts. Bears do not understand the way of the wolf, and the wolf does not understand the way of the bear.”
“OK. I get it,” Maggie said, although it would take some time for her to fully understand everything they said. It was still hard, even now, not to believe that what they showed her yesterday had not been some kind of dream or an illusion.
“We should get going. There might be some snow later today.” Aiden got up and took his dishes to the sink.
Almost wordlessly, they washed the dishes and dried them before putting them away. Maggie felt sick with nerves. What if this was the last time she would stand in this kitchen. If the number she called was her mother or something she could not simply say, “Hi, I’m alive but now I’m going to live secretly with two men I only met two days ago.” Even in her present state, she knew that would not be very believable. Questions would be raised as to whether they had some mental hold over her.
If it came down to it, she would leave simply to protect them, and then find a way of returning to them. In her heart, she knew no matter what happened, that this was where she belonged.
Unable to put it off any longer they prepared for the trek to the store. The two men made sure she was dressed warmly. Then Maggie fetched her purse and made sure the telephone number was in it. Glancing at her things one last time before they left, she strained her mind to try to recall anything about it. Still nothing, so they set out to reach the store.
The bears set a good pace, one that she struggled to keep up with. Eventually they had to slow down; either that or they would have to take turns to carry her. Something she did not really want, although the closeness of their warm bodies against hers would have been wonderful.
However, she liked the feeling of exercise, of stretching her muscles as they walked. Talk was rather stilted, no one knowing what to say. They were each caught up in their own worries about what would happen when she made the phone call.
Then Cyrus broke the silence. “I think it would be best for you to call the police if you have no luck with that number.”
They all stopped, standing in a little circle, looking at Cyrus. Out of all of them, she was surprised he had suggested it.
“I don’t know. I mean how can they help if I don’t remember who I am.”
“You might have been reported missing. They might already be looking for you.”
“And what about the tracks, the man chasing me?”
“You would be safe with the police.”
“I don’t know.” Although she knew he was right, but she really did not want to leave. The closer they got the slower she walked, not because she was tired but because she wanted to prolong the time she had with them as long as possible. “Let’s just see what happens.”
They turned back in the direction of the store and walked on. The morning sun did nothing to warm the air, it was cold and Cyrus kept lifting his head and smelling the air. He looked worried.
“What's wrong Cyrus?” she asked.
“I can smell snow on the air. It might be hard to get back home. If needs be we will have to carry you.” He looked at her wistfully, she could tell he was thinking she would not really be returning with them.
“How much further?” she asked, looking at the sky, but seeing no sign of the snow he predicted. It was cold and clear, no clouds in sight.
“Another mile or so. We have to drop down steeply up here. It takes us to a trail that follows along the side of the road.”
The trail did follow the road, winding down lower and lower until at last in the distance she could smell wood smoke and knew they were drawing close. She concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and moving forward towards her fate. One way or another she would probably not have to worry about the hike back up to the house.
Her mind began to play games with her, telling her the two men did not care about her. They had had their fun and now they were happy to hand her over to someone else, be it the police or her family. They had used her.
“Here we are,” said Aiden.
Sure enough, they rounded a bend and there was a store. Cars were parked outside; they looked so strange in this world of bears she had grown accustomed to. She had got used to the basic lifestyle the bears lived so quickly. Now she was about to be thrust back into a world she could remember little about.
They crossed the road; it was not well used, at least not at this time of year. Perhaps the summer and warm weather brought tourists out this way. The winter weather made the road too treacherous; Aiden had saved Maggie from falling on her bottom when they crossed the slippery road. Driving would be hazardous.
The phone was inside; Maggie went in first, smiling at the woman behind the counter who looked up at them enquiringly. The two men followed, their bulky bodies filling the shop, the smile the shop assistant fixed on her lips at the sight of them was altogether different.
Maggie felt more than a pang of jealousy. She watched Aiden and Cyrus carefully, waiting to see their reaction, still worried they would move on once they had got rid of her. They either completely ignored, or were impervious to the flirting look. Her body relaxed a little. She had over reacted, they did have feelings for her, in fact, their full attention now turned to her, and the piece of paper she held in her hand.
“Here goes,” she said.
Opening her wallet, she took out a coin and pushed it into the slot. Carefully dialling the number, she held her breath while the ring tone sounded in her ear. It rang and rang, and then a voice answered. It was an answer machine. She hung up. Her face pale.
“What is it? Who answered?” Aiden asked concerned.
“No one. It was a machine. What should I do? Leave a message or not?”
They stood looking at each other again. Then Cyrus answered. “Yes. Leave a message. Say you'll ring back tomorrow at eleven. We'll walk back and try again.”
“Shall I say my name, or see if they recognise my voice?”
“Say it’s Maggie, leave it at that.”
“OK.” She took another coin and dialled. “Hi. This is Maggie. I will try to ring back tomorrow at eleven. Goodbye.”
She hung up, dropping the receiver as though it were going to bite her. The thought of having to wait until tomorrow to find out if the woman on the machine knew her was not a happy one. It might turn out to be completely useless anyway; after all, she did not recognise the voice. Deep down she had hoped the sound of a familiar voice might have jogged her memory, ending this confusion.
Resigned to waiting they moved away from the phone. At least this way she had more time with her men, more time in their bed.
Maggie looked around the store, seeing what they had for sale. There was a bit of everything, including underwear, which she desperately needed.
Grabbing a basket, she stood and counted her money before walking around and buying the essentials she could afford. Glancing up at the shop assistant, she saw her watching again with some interest. Maggie wondered if she thought they were shoplifters or something. They mad
e an odd little group, one woman with two attentative men.
At last she had gathered what she most needed, and went to pay. She looked at her credit cards, and wished she could remember the pin number because then she could have bought some chocolate too. Oh well, it would have to wait, being clean and fresh for her men was more important.
“Hi, there,” the shop assistant said, looking closely at Maggie.
“Hello. These please; I think I have enough cash.”
“Let’s see.” She began to total everything up. “Is everything alright with you?”
Maggie became more aware of the woman now, and saw her cast a glance at Aiden and Cyrus. “Yes. Everything is fine. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she answered a little nervously. “It’s a bit odd for folks to walk in. And I haven't seen you about this way before.”
“We came to use the phone.”
“I see.”
She was taking a long time going through the basket. Maggie wondered if she was trying to pass some time, she doubted there were too many customers coming this way today, and even less who would stand around and talk if there was bad weather on the way.
Cyrus began to shift around impatiently, and Aiden walked to the door to wait. At last, the shop assistant had bagged her purchases up and was giving Maggie her change. Out of the corner of her eye Maggie saw a car pull up outside, and a man wearing a suit get out. He did not bother to put a coat on despite the cold, and ran straight into the shop. Aiden moved out of the way for him.
“Maggie!”
Maggie turned around at the sound of her name.
“I knew it,” said the shop assistant.
“Knew what?” asked Maggie, confused.
“That you were the woman this guy has been looking for.”
Maggie turned back to the man in the suit. “Do I know you?”
“Yes. Oh yes, Maggie.” He moved forward and grasped hold of her, pulling her into his arms. Maggie froze, but she knew that both Aiden and Cyrus had moved in to defend her.
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