Alphas of Storm Isle (Complete Boxed Set: Books 1-5): Werebear Shifter Menage Romance
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Biting her juicy bottom lip almost hard enough to break the skin, she humped back against him, her basest female instincts demanding she take him deep. He grunted as they fucked, his thick length shucking wetly in and out of her hot, velvety pussy.
She loved the low, masculine sounds of pleasure he made as they coupled; the thought that he enjoyed her cunt made her flush with satisfaction. Take me, take me, take me, she though, all bear and nothing else. Take me, enjoy me, make me come, make me yours!
As Hunter fucked her, Dane kept kissing her: the side of her face, her mouth, her ear. His hand stayed glued to her jiggling breast, pinching and rubbing the kernel-hard nipple. The fact that one man was fucking her to the hilt while another man was touching her and kissing her made the burning honey of her cunt overflow, coating Hunter’s thrusting cock.
Her hand wandered over Dane’s hard, light-haired body to the juncture of his legs, where his big proud cock was straining, hard as iron. Her hand closed on it, and she fisted him, giving him the best handjob she could with her senses so overwhelmed by the mating. It felt delectable in her hand: hot, vein-chased, and firm as wood, wet with dribbles of pre-come.
It went on like that—her kissing Dane and jacking him, Hunter fucking her savagely—until she could sense that Hunter was near orgasm. His strokes were getting shorter and harder, and his groans were deeper, more desperate. She knew he needed release, and she knew he was close.
“Come,” she whispered hoarsely. “Come in me!”
He slammed deep into her, froze—and exploded. She could feel his bucking cock shooting streams and streams of burning come, and she knew if anyone touched the pink, swollen button of her clit, she would come too.
Hunter pressed his face into her sweat-damp hair, panting. One of his hands closed on her breast, the fingers pressing hard enough to bruise.
It was Dane’s turn.
He slipped into her, as soon as Hunter’s half-hard cock slid out. He thrust deep—as deep as he could, all the way to his balls—and Ginger gasped. The feel of him fucking her messy pussy, despite the hot, gooey mess of Hunter’s come—which was squelching out around his cock and dripping onto the meadow ground—had her eyes rolling up.
While he had her, Hunter kissed her, nipped her, pulled her hair. She thought she might die from all the pleasure. She’d never had so much.
Dane fucked her for a long time, his cock building a fire between her hips. She was dangerously close to climax; it would only take one small thing to—
Hunter thumbed her clit, hard. His calloused finger pad on her soft, blood-flushed clitoris brought the orgasm down like an anvil.
Her pussy seized on Dane’s cock, milking it in waves. She moaned shamelessly, her back arching clear off the ground—and Dane, massaged by the contractions of her climax, came too.
Jets and jets of sizzling come filled her as his big, pulsing cock blew inside her. He groaned, thrusting hard, emptying himself; and Ginger groaned too, her orgasm immeasurably sweetened by the feeling of Dane’s, inside her.
She felt boneless and sweaty and wild. She was a she-bear now, and she knew it. Two men’s come dripped lewdly from her pink, soaking pussy—her mates’ come—and she loved it like she’d loved nothing else before. She was so full of their mingled seed that it drooled out, onto the oxalis.
“You’re ours,” Dane murmured, close by her ear. “We’ve put our Marks on you, with our teeth. You’re our mate.”
“Love you, Ginger,” rumbled Hunter in her ear. “Love you so much.”
She wanted to say something—wanted to tell them she loved them, loved them more than anything or anyone—but the furious sex had exhausted her. She was asleep in moments, her creamy pussy an utter mess.
I’m mated now.
I’m theirs.
She felt only joy, sandwiched between them under the stars.
***
She woke up in the field and stretched. The sun felt good on her dirty, dozy body.
“M’r’ng,” Hunter grunted, rolling to throw an arm over her.
Affectionately, she nuzzled him—he smelled more like pine and salt than he ever had; it dizzied her, in the best way—and then she disentangled herself from him and rolled over to cuddle close to Dane, who buried a hand in her thick, mussy hair.
“Morning,” he whispered, kissing her full on the mouth. His cedar-y taste lightened her head so much she thought she might just drift away.
This is my life now.
Lucky, lucky me.
Chapter 6
Miss Grizzly burred back toward Vancouver Island at a fast clip, churning water on either side. Ginger stood on the deck with Dane, watching an orca pod cut through the strait like silk.
“Are you happy?” he asked, his arm around her shoulders. “With us? With me?”
“I dunno. Are you happy with me?” she answered playfully.
There was no humor in his golden-eyed answer. “Completely.”
Touched, she rose up on tiptoe to kiss him. He always tastes so good.
“I’m gonna check on Hunter.”
“Alright, darling.”
She crossed the deck—the orcas were blow-holing off to port—and swung up into the wheelhouse where Hunter was piloting. She draped herself over his shoulders, locking her arms around his neck.
“Love you. How’s the driving going?”
“Love you too, minx. We’re doing good time. First and last time MacAlister’s ever gonna be on my boat, though.”
She laughed. “I think Miss Grizzly can take it.”
“She sure can. ’Specially since I’m renaming her after you, and you’re the toughest girl I know.”
“What?” she asked, flushing. “After me? You are?”
“Sure. You’re a miss grizzly, aren’t you?” He turned to look at her, the gold glowing fondly in his eyes. “And I love you.”
She nipped the rim of his ear, then kissed his neck. He tasted like hot salt.
“Love you, love you, love you. Et cetera, ad infinitum.”
He chuckled. “Get back down there and watch MacAlister. Don’t let him… touch anything.”
Laughing, she turned and leapt back down to the deck, where Dane was watching the pod swim away, off toward the wild.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” he asked, taking one hand off the railing to put it around her again. She loved for him to hold her.
“Yes.”
“Ginger, back in Seattle, I want you to live with me.”
“In your fancy apartment?”
“Yes. Will you?”
“Oh, God. I can already hear what Laila will say. And my family.”
“We can have a formal human wedding when we get there. For their sake, and to give you access to my assets.”
“I don’t care about your assets.”
“I know.” He smiled. “That’s why I want you to have them.”
She kissed him, full on the mouth; he growled into it, the animal inside him half-tempted by her taste to take her.
“I’ll live with you,” she said, putting her arms around his neck. “Where else in the world would I be than with you or with him?”
“Do you regret becoming one of us, darling? Will you be alright like this?”
“I’m happy.” She pressed herself flush against him, cheek to his chest. “And I’ll be fine. We all will.”
Dane’s arms closed protectively on her back. The orcas were disappearing in the water’s blue horizon, part of an animal world that they were both part of too.
“Yes,” Ginger said, closing her eyes with satisfaction. “We will.”
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