The Clawed Squad: The Twins (The Bear Shifters of Clawed Ranch Book 3)

by Kim Fox

“Come here,” he said, opening his arms for a hug. She stepped in close to him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. She still couldn’t believe it. She had always been a one man kind of girl but it felt so natural and right with both of them. How could she be falling for two men at the same time?

  Slate interrupted her thought with a kiss. Oh, God. His tongue and hands were heavenly. Different than Karl’s but equally good. Possessive and tender at the same time.

  Her head was dizzy when he finally released her. “Mmmmmmm,” was all he said as he licked his lips, gazing down at her with his determined honey colored eyes.

  Tyler’s warning was swirling around her head: If any of the members resists the triad for too long, it will disrupt the energy pattern of the three. And then none of you will ever experience that magical bond.

  That was bothering her but there was also more. She didn’t want to be the girl who got between two brothers. They were so close and she would hate herself forever if she tore them apart. Nothing was worth that.

  “Okay,” she said, grabbing Slate’s shirt and yanking him outside. “Karl,” she yelled. “Get over here!”

  The two brothers watched her with wide eyes, looking terrified that she was going to tell on them. “Stop looking at me like that!” she said with a furrowed brow. “You’re both guilty!”

  Slate and Karl looked at each other and then looked away. They both looked ashamed.

  “You kissed me,” she said, poking her finger into Karl’s chest. “And you kissed me,” she said, doing the same to Slate. “I’m not coming between two brothers. I like you both and I’m willing to try the triad if you guys are, but I’m not willing to choose between the two of you.” She took a deep breath and nodded her head. “I’m going back inside. You two stay here and figure it out. Let me know when you’ve made your decision.”

  Layla grabbed the thick door and tried to close it dramatically behind her but it wouldn’t budge. “Ah, fuck it,” she said, storming off inside, leaving the stupid door open.

  She sat in the back of the barn while she waited for their answer.

  “You kissed her?” Slate said accusingly. He couldn’t believe his brother. I should never have left them alone.

  “So did you!” Karl said, glaring back at him.

  “How could I not?” Slate asked with a shake of his head. “Those lips…”

  “Those eyes,” Karl said, sighing contently.

  “And those curves,” they said together.

  Slate laughed and then sighed. “This isn’t going to work.”

  “Because you won’t give it a chance,” Karl said, looking frustrated. “You know that we’re meant to do this.” He threw his hands in the air. “I don’t understand. Did I do something?”

  “No,” Slate said, lowering his head. “But you will. One day.”

  “What are you talking about?” Karl asked with a huff.

  Slate’s heart was racing. He cleared his dry throat and looked away from his frustrated brother.

  “What is it?” Karl shouted.

  “You’re better than me,” Slate said. “How can I ever compete with you?”

  Karl stepped back, looking at him in shock.

  “She’ll love you more,” Slate said, rubbing his forearm. “You’re a better man than I am. She’ll see the real us and I’ll slowly get pushed aside. She won’t want me anymore.”

  Slate took a deep breath, finally getting it off of his chest. It had been bothering him for decades, ever since his father explained the concept of a triad to them. Karl was the best person that Slate had ever met. No woman could ever love them equally.

  “Slate,” Karl whispered. “It’s not a competition. It’s a union of three. Of course, she’ll love you.”

  Slate took long deep breaths as he looked up at the swaying treetops. It was too scary. It would hurt too much if he was right.

  But if he was wrong, it would be everything that he ever dreamed of. He loved his brother to pieces and sharing a mate with him felt as natural as breathing. It felt so perfect when the three of them were together. Even the kiss with Layla earlier didn’t feel as complete because Karl wasn’t there to share in it.

  “Dude,” Karl said. “You’re the funniest guy that I’ve ever met and you have the biggest heart ever. You can be a real dick when it comes to stealing food and my clothes but Layla would be so lucky to have you. She’d be so lucky to have both of us.”

  Slate swallowed hard as he stared at the wildflowers. “Your clothes look better on me anyway,” he said, making Karl laugh. “I’m doing them a favor.”

  “See?” Karl said. “You can always make anyone laugh. We need you brother.”

  Slate turned towards the barn and took a deep breath. There was a beautiful, funny, and smart woman in there waiting for them. How could he let her down?

  It was scary but for Layla, he would try. For Layla and for Karl.

  “Let’s give it a shot,” Slate said with a nod.

  “Really?” Karl asked, his face lighting up. “You’re serious?”

  Slate nodded. “Let’s go rock this girl’s world.”

  Karl slapped him on the back of the shoulder and they walked over to the open door. Layla was sitting on the raised platform in the back of the barn picking petals off of a purple flower. “He loves me, he loves me not,” she muttered to herself.

  “We can save you some time,” Karl said with a grin.

  “We both love you,” Slate said. And it was true. They hadn’t known her for long but when you knew, you knew. And Slate sure as hell knew.

  Layla raised her eyebrows as she straightened up. “Does this mean?”

  Slate looked at Karl and grinned as he saw the intense desire burning in his brother’s eyes. It was time to show this little lady how hungry a set of bear shifters could be.

  “Oh my,” she whispered, jerking her head back as they marched forward.

  Slate grinned as he yanked off his shirt. “Oh my is right.”

  eight

  “Holy mocha Crappucino,” Layla whispered as the boys charged in. They each had a hungry look in their eyes and they were coming in hot.

  I guess they worked it out. Now they’re going to work me out.

  Slate’s shirt was on the floor behind him and he marched forward with his tanned torso, perfect in every way. Toned flesh, massive muscles, ripped abs, all of the above looking like it was carved out of granite.

  Layla gulped as Karl yanked off his shirt and tossed it to the side. Her heart was pounding as the two hot bodies approached.

  “I guess you two-”

  Slate stepped in hot and ready, and plastered his lips onto hers, eating the rest of her words away. She moaned as he claimed her lips in a possessive, passionate kiss, melting her insides and making her pulse race. Layla raked her fingertips down his hard abs as he thrust his silky tongue against hers.

  A second set of strong hands grabbed her torso, sliding one hand over her lower back while the other hand slid up to her breast. Holy Crappucino this is hot!

  The individual kisses outside had been good but there was a hint of guilt behind them since she felt like she was betraying the other. She had fallen for both of the twins equally and having them both with her at the same time felt way better.

  Layla shivered as Karl’s warm masculine breath washed over the back of her neck. He kissed a trail of soft, wet kisses down her spine as Slate explored her mouth with his greedy tongue.

  She pulled back with a sharp intake of breath as each of the twins grabbed a breast, squeezing it lightly in their big hands.

  Their honey colored eyes were full of heat and passion as they gazed down at her. “We’ve been wanting to do this since we first saw you on the cliff,” Slate said in a husky voice that washed over her like silk.

  “Ever since I saw your hot ass in those tight shorts,” Karl said, sliding his hand down her back and grabbing a handful of her cheek. Layla let out a whimper as he gave her a hint of his true strength. Fuck these g
uys were getting her going. She could literally hear her heart hammering in her chest and her panties were already soaked through. Every kiss of their lips and every touch of their hands had her body craving for more. She wanted more. Needed more. She needed all of them.

  Her hands snaked down to their jeans and she ran her palms over their hard erections, drawing deep groans from both of them. “Fuck, you drive us crazy, Layla,” Slate said, his eyes rolling back in his head as she stroked him again.

  She grinned. “You boys haven’t seen anything yet.”

  She dropped to her knees and licked her lips as she looked from one hard bulge to the other. There were way too many layers of clothes between them.

  “Fuck,” she moaned as she jumped on a belt, fumbling to unbuckle it as fast as she could. She didn’t know whose it was but she didn’t care. She just wanted what was underneath. “You two have been getting me so hot all day. I’ve been wanting both of you inside me so bad.”

  The belt buckle came loose and she unzipped his jeans, pulling out his massive cock. It was so big and long, making her hand look like a tiny doll’s hand. She gave it one slow stroke, feeling it harden in her grip, and then gave it a slow, smacking kiss on its head. “I’ll be back in a second,” she said to it with a grin. She reluctantly released it and turned to the other brother.

  He was already ready for her with his belt unbuckled, sliding down his zipper. Layla grabbed his jeans with both hands and yanked them down his thick, muscular thighs. His cock sprang out, landing right on her wet lips where it belonged.

  She kissed the soft skin of his dick as her pussy ached. She desperately wanted to be fucked but it was time to show her boys what she was capable of. It was time to show them how she treated her men.

  She grabbed Slate’s shaft with a hard grip and took him into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the head of his cock. “Shit,” he grunted. “She’s good.”

  Layla reached over and slid her fingers up Karl’s smooth, athletic thighs until she found his dick. She grabbed his shaft and jerked him with a slow, steady motion, sliding her palm up and down his engorged flesh. “She is good,” Karl said with a sharp hiss of breath.

  Layla squeezed her thighs together, the heat between her thighs becoming unbearable, as she took turns moving from dick to dick. She always had a stroking, caressing hand on each one of them as she moved her hungry little mouth from one twin to the other.

  Slate grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She let out a frustrated whine as she had to release their massive dicks for a split second while she took her shirt off. Slate tossed it on the floor and she was back on them at once, sucking and stroking and drawing moans from them both.

  “I’ve been dreaming of your tits for days,” Karl said as he unfastened her bra, letting the strap pop free. Layla arched her back as the bra tumbled down her arms and her girls spilled out. Their strong hands were on them at once, massaging her creamy flesh and playing with her nipples, getting them achingly hard.

  Karl placed his hand on hers and gently pulled it off of his cock. “Take care of my brother,” he said as he dropped down to his knees. He turned her body so that she was facing Slate straight on with his huge cock staring her right in the face. Karl slid his hands up her stomach and cupped both of her breasts as he took her earlobe into his mouth and gave it a little nip. “And I’ll take care of you.”

  These boys were bringing her to a place that she’d never been to before and they were just getting started. She was hypersensitive to every touch, every lick, and kiss. There were so many hands on her; Karl’s, unbuttoning her pants and tugging them down her wide hips, and Slate’s, threading his fingers through her hair, pulling it back so that he could watch her lips moving on his cock.

  The floor boards were rough on her knees but she didn’t care. She leaned forward as Karl pulled her pants and panties down her thighs. “Stand up for me,” Karl ordered in a raspy voice. She licked her lips as she obliged, her pussy free for both boys to see.

  Karl moaned as he stared at it up close while guiding her feet out of her jeans. She kept her hands on Slate, stroking his long, smooth length as Karl slipped her other foot out, getting her completely naked.

  The boys kicked off their jeans and underwear in a blur and Layla glanced at the front door, worried that someone would see. They were in the middle of the forest, in an abandoned barn that hadn’t been used for years. I think we’re okay. But still, if someone did walk in they would see her dropping back to her knees, sucking on Slate’s massive cock while Karl knelt down behind her and spread her legs apart.

  Her pussy was aching, her clit throbbing. She slid her tongue up the length of Slate’s shaft while Karl grabbed her ass cheeks in a firm grip and pulled them apart.

  FUCK! Karl’s tongue was like heaven as he dragged it up her wet pussy. She moaned on the cock in her mouth and closed her eyes tight as Karl flicked his tongue over her throbbing clit.

  “You have to check out the view back here, brother,” Karl said between hungry licks. “It’s fucking beautiful.”

  Layla moaned as he thrust his tongue deep inside her. Her legs were starting to tremble and she was taking big gulps of breath.

  “I love her shape,” Slate said in a deep, sexy voice, talking to his brother like she wasn’t even there. “Those sexy round hips and big tits. They drive me wild.”

  Karl moaned as he sucked on her clit. “Wait until you taste this tight little pussy of hers. We got her so wet.”

  Slate pulled his cock from Layla’s mouth and a little frustrated whine escaped from her throat. He tilted her chin up with his finger and kissed her wet lips. “I can’t let my brother have all of the fun,” he whispered, his hot breath washing over her lips. “I’ll be back.”

  “You want a taste?” Karl asked, rubbing little circles over her aching clit with his fingers. His chin was slick and shiny with her juices. She was so wet and getting wetter by the second.

  “I do,” Slate said with a groan. “She smells so sweet and I bet she tastes even better.”

  Karl stepped aside to let his twin take over. Layla moaned as she watched him walk around to her front, stroking his big dick.

  Her eyes were fixated on his cock as Slate slid under her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her spread pussy down onto his ravenous lips. “Mmmmmmm,” they both moaned as his tongue slid all over her slick folds. These boys were good. Layla’s eyes were already rolling in the back of her head.

  Karl stepped forward with his towering cock in his hand. He pressed his dick to her chest and groaned. “Squeeze your tits together,” he commanded and she did exactly as she was told, pushing her breasts together against his cock.

  He thrust his powerful hips up and down, fucking her tits while his brother plunged his silky tongue into her pussy. Oh God. She was already going to come. Karl’s powerful hands were on her tits, stroking her aching nipples while he slid his big dick up and down her cleavage. She lowered her chin and opened her mouth, letting the tip of Karl’s cock plunge in and out of her mouth.

  Slate’s hands were on her ass, holding her pussy firmly in place over his mouth. Her legs were trembling so much from his tongue that she wouldn’t have been able to balance herself without his firm grip holding her up. Layla writhed against his mouth as he picked up the pace, licking her faster and more intensely. She let out a pleasure-filled moan as the tremendous heat swelled up in her, pushing her closer and closer.

  The boys didn’t let up, not that she wanted them to, picking up the intensity with every passing second. Layla pushed Karl away, grabbing his cock with a frenzied grip and sucking him so hard that his knees buckled. She jerked him off hard, placing the tip of his cock on her hungry tongue as she hammered his shaft.

  “Come in my mouth,” she begged him as Slate slid a finger inside of her while he flicked his tongue over her clit. She rode his hand as the curved strokes of his fingers pushed her closer to orgasm.

  “Oh no,” Karl said, tou
ching the bottom of her chin with his two fingers. He gently pushed up, closing her mouth. “I want to come in that tight little pussy of yours,” he said with a sexy smirk.

  It all felt so amazing but she felt like the best part was about to come. “Then do it,” she moaned, still hammering his cock with her hand. “Fuck me. Hard.”

  She gasped as Slate removed his tongue from her pussy and sat up. Her heart was pounding so hard that she was worried it was going to explode. She looked from cock to cock wondering which one was going to fuck her first. They both looked perfect and she didn’t care which one it was, as long as it was soon. Her pussy was aching with need.

  “You hear that, brother?” Slate asked. “She wants to get fucked.”

  Karl licked his lips as he stared down at her with hungry eyes. Her pussy pulsed as the two brothers stood side by side, running their dark, heated eyes over her body, leaving no inch of her untouched by their searing gazes. Their satisfied stares were building the lust inside of her, making her lightheaded and making her chest heave out of control.

  They both gripped their hard cocks as they stared. She gulped. The sight was so erotic. She had an urge to take a quick selfie and send it over to that fuckwad Owen. Not that she cared about him anymore. These two were offering her something that Owen could never even come close to.

  “Well, are you two just going to stand there stroking your dicks?” she asked with a frustrated groan. “Or are you going to fuck me?”

  They grinned as they charged forward. Layla’s breath sped up as her pussy pulsed in anticipation. That’s all that she wanted at that moment. Their cocks, both of them, inside of her.

  Karl rushed around to her backside in a blur and grabbed her wide hips with an almost painful grip. He pushed her down onto her hands and knees and thrust her ass into the air. She felt so exposed in front of the two men, with her legs spread open, wet pussy in full view, but she loved it.

  “Open up, luv,” Slate said as he dropped to his knees and grazed the tip of his cock along her cheek. She shuddered as Karl slid his dick up her aching folds and slowly pressed his tip into her channel.