Punished By The Alphas (Steamy Werebear Shifter FMMMM Menage Romance)

by Willow Wilde

  This only prompted me to rock against his hips harder, feeling his thick cock penetrate deeper. Harrick allowed me to control everything on his cock, and held his hands to his hips to keep his back steady. My own hands were clasped around them, feeling their strength as I wolfed down every last inch of his stunning member.

  But the shifter behind me on his knees was feeling ambitious. He graduated to using two saliva-drenched fingers to tease my asshole for several minutes before holding the hole open, and I felt something new press against it. Fearfully, I pulled free from Harrick's cock and tried to glance over my shoulder, but he stopped me, taking my face into his hands.

  “My brother won't hurt you,” he whispered. “None of them will. He'll be gentle, and if it hurts too much, he'll stop. Try to relax...if you let this happen, you'll feel something new and incredible.”

  I nodded fearfully and tried my best to relax my muscles. The crown of his cock, his purple, bulbous head, pressed deep against my inner star. It was smothered in saliva – clearly spat upon and stroked by the shifter who owned it – and was able to pass into the hold with little difficulty. He released his fingers from gripping the insides of my asshole, holding it agape to let his cock inside. Gently but firmly, he began to inch his way inside, until he had approximated halfway from tip to base into my asshole.

  The others resumed their fucking, with the shifter below me ramping up the intensity while Harrick took the reins over my face. My lips were continuously thrust down to the base of his cock as he overpowered me, losing himself in his feral needs. The shifter brothers in my ass and my pussy began to alternate thrusts, falling into a quick rhythm that ensured that one always pulled back while the other pushed in. This new approach began to drive me wild, and I could feel more orgasms on the horizon.

  They didn't last longer than a few minutes after that. My body took over as I gave into my own hungry need, and I shoved my hips down to meet them time and time again. Whether it was that, or the shifters excited to take me together, I felt them both rigid and clutch me in place, shoving themselves as deep into me as they could go. In synchronized ecstasy the two shifters unleashed the contents of their balls deep inside, filling my bowels and replenishing my pussy with their hot loads.

  Finally extracting themselves after fucking themselves dry, this left Harrick and myself. He wasn't squeamish about it, as he instantly plucked me up and tossed me over the edge of the kitchen counter. With nothing to clamp onto, I instead pressed my palms against the wall as he immediately clutched at my thick ass, dominating my pussy by shoving his engorged cock inside and going to town. My liberated throat gave way to a one-woman chorus of primal moans, firmly trying to maintain any ounce of composure I had left as he fucked me savagely but sweetly.

  I had done my best to hold back my orgasms, but I knew it was a futile effort. With a feral intensity in those piercing, green eyes of his, he slammed my hips into the counter over and over. I could barely keep up with the power of his movements, weakly letting him dominate me entirely. WAS IT WATCHING HIS BROTHERS FUCK ME TO COMPLETION FIRST? I wondered to myself about the surge of sexual energy that he now brought to our deeply fulfilling acts. It was an animalistic dominance that I had heard about but never thought actually possible – and I willingly gave myself into it.

  But he wanted things different, and pulled me from the counter to drop me to all fours on the floor. Positioning himself behind me, he delivered a jaw-droppingly powerful slap to my ass before reasserting himself inside me again. With my entire body rocking to the force of his motions, my resistance was completely and irrefutably futile.

  The wave of pleasure inside me reached an almighty height before crashing across my mind, and I felt it ripple across my body with incredible power. Orgasm after orgasm – it must have been over half a dozen in total – hit my body with an intensity I'd never dreamed in my entire life. As I went rigid with pleasure, my entire, curvy body going rigid, so did he. His broad, toned and well-defined form went hard as rock behind me, his fingers digging into my hips as his relentless cock followed suit. A powerful burst of his passion rocketed into me as he gave me his all in several ropes of hot cum, until we finally collapsed on the floor together.

  * * * *

  “Oh god,” I felt myself murmur in mindless delight. “I'd never thought I'd experience anything like that.”

  He stroked my hair as the others recouped their breath. A blanket appeared around me, and I gratefully took it as I sat up with him, still reeling from the excitement.

  “My heroes,” I told them breathlessly. “First, you save my life...then you fuck me into oblivion. What a goddamn night.”

  They chuckled among themselves, and Harrick took my chin in his calloused fingers, gazing soulfully into my eyes.

  “Will this happen again?” I mournfully asked.

  A reassuring smile crossed his lips. “You will always know how to find us. We won't stray far from the woods unless we have to. As long as you are here, we will remain close, eager to consummate our passion with you as often as you'll have us.”

  “So formal,” I chided kindly. “Well, you might have to get used to having me around. I'm only just getting settled in, and it looks like I'm going to be here for a while...”

  After all these years, I had run as far away as I could from the boring, mind-numbing woods of Utah. Now that my mind had been numbed in a far more pleasing way, I wondered if I could ever leave again.

  And through this pack of bear shifters, life had showed me that the place I had fought to escape for so long...was where I truly belonged all along.

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  Ever since we had moved to this boring little mountain city, the only thing of any real fun had been the Snowpine Resort. It was our private little Disneyland – tucked away up in the mountains, it was the badge of honor to any worthwhile winter to have spent at least a weekend up there. Most of the kids in my classes learned how to ski or snowboard at an early age, hitting the carefully-groomed trails and coming back occasionally with a broken bone but always with a good story. The richer kids practically lived up there during the seasons, coming back down for classes and spending their Fridays blowing through the classes and planning their festivities.

  If I sound a little bitter, it's because I had to watch that crap my entire adolescence. Not once did I ever get to go up there...not until a particularly life-changing weekend during my single year of college.

  * * * *

  After blazing through our finals, my best friend Jenn and I saved up enough money to finally scrap together a weekend. As we drove up to the resort, we commiserated over the endless late nights of waiting tables at the borderline awful steakhouse in town. All those side salads whipped together in the kitchen, those soul-wrenching Kids Eat Free Tuesday nights, and enough indecent tippers to practically bankrupt us outside of paying our bills and incrementally adding to the collective “Ski Resort or Bust” pot…

  As we stood in line that Friday afternoon, finally ready to hand over our hard-earned cash, we knew the weekend was going to be fucking amazing. Jenn had already been once, when she first moved to town for college. I wasn't much of a drinker, which was pretty much all that there was to do here. Jenn didn't mind so much, and dragged me along to the occasional club duri
ng the summers, while I'd drink a virgin coke while she slammed down mixed drinks and danced with the guys.

  This year's fashion? Lumberjacks, apparently.

  I didn't get the aesthetic at first, but I had to admit that there was something primal in it that appealed to me. Those rugged jaws and thick beards did something fierce to me, or at least they did when I was home alone with my hand down the front of my pajama pants. In all honesty, the actual guys never really turned me on. They always seemed to act their age, which was apparently twelve. Catcalling and whooping after the women, they didn't have a single bone of respect or appreciation for a real woman between them.

  And I, of course, was all “real woman.” With curves that wouldn't quit and a nice, thick body, I was eager to give my pillowy body to the first true gentleman who wooed me.

  But I found out the hard way that I was surrounded by a bunch of mountain hicks. They were all idiots, the lot of them. It took me a while to understand that they were just animals, really, but a bunch of stupid ones at that. The primal needs that I felt were relegated to my alone time, and I set aside any hope that a real man would ever whisk me off of my feet.

  I said before that we knew the weekend was going to be fucking amazing. And it was...but for reasons I would never have guessed. And at first...it was looking pretty freaking abysmal.

  * * * *

  I glared out the windows into the dead of the night, cursing my luck. The weather was supposed to have been fine for this weekend, but the freak snowstorm had inexplicably come out of nowhere. Jenn and I had barely made it back from the trails in time.

  “C'mon, Jess,” she told me. I hadn't heard her approach, and I whipped my head around to scowl at her. “You've been over here for, like, twenty minutes. Glaring at it isn't going to make it go away, you know.”

  “I'm willing to try.” My sarcasm bitterly dripped from my voice as I crossed my arms, facing it again. Just my rotten, fucking luck. “I mean, the forecast said everything was fine! Where the hell did all of this come from?”

  “I don't know,” she conceded. “We're lucky we got in when we did. I think we're pretty much the only ones here...besides our heroes, of course.”

  “Did somebody call for me?” The burly man asked, suddenly appearing behind us. As he glanced upon us, there was a twinkle of a mischievous smile beneath his thick beard.

  “Oh, nothing at all Ben, you've already done enough for us!” Jenn gushed, giggling nervously. “I mean, you already pulled us from the storm with your big, strong arms...”

  I stifled a groan, but Ben briefly shared a knowing smile. Jenn liked to think that she was an expert player in the “hard to get” game, but that was only in some weird parallel world where “hard to get” meant “let's fuck on the first date.” For all of her attempts at being coy, in actuality she was about as hard to read as a freaking billboard.

  Ben took the high road. “It was nothing,” he responded humbly. “And it wasn't just me, my brothers were with me out there...five of us...looking for anyone caught out in the storm.”

  “Yeah, what happened out there?” I suddenly asked, glancing out the window again. “I mean, we checked the Weather Channel like our lives depended on it for the last week...it was supposed to be sunny skies all around.”

  Ben stood closer to the window, following my gaze. Losing himself in thought, his fingers found their way into his beard, scratching softly against his hair. “I'm going to be completely honest, I have no idea,” he finally answered. “Up in the mountains, we sort of expect this weather sometimes...but there wasn't a cloud in the sky a couple of hours ago. Wonder if it has anything to do with the legend...”

  “Legend?” Jenn and I asked in unison.

  “Oh, it's silly,” Ben told us, shaking his head with a grin. “Just some old story.”

  My gaze flew over the otherwise abandoned lobby. His brothers were upstairs, and we were the only other guests around. A cursory look out the window showed that the storm wasn't letting up anytime soon.

  “I...think we have the time,” I slyly told him.

  “Yeah,” Jenn answered quietly, a tinge of dejection in her voice. “This whole trip just became a big bust. Let's at least get a little fun out of it.”

  “Well, alright then,” Ben conceded. “So, as recent as a century ago, these mountains were the lands of a very spiritual Native tribe. The word goes that they've been in these peaks for a thousand years. Very tied to the land. Nobody even knew they were here until this region was settled and scarce on unclaimed land.”

  We both nodded as he continued.

  “So, I don't know if it was the high altitudes fiddling with their brains, or all the herbal concoctions they were undoubtedly taking, but they got it into their heads that there was a man up in these mountains who could become a bear. This man apparently offered them protection in exchange for women, who he promptly returned...pregnant, every time. The women who pledged themselves to him would conceive normal boys, but around the age of puberty they would gain the power to become bears as well...and so it goes on.”

  “But what does this have to do with the storm?” I asked.

  “Right, the storm.” He glanced out the window at the harrowing snow for a moment, with a brief flicker of tenderness across his face. “The storm was a punishment. This bear-man was what translates roughly into a “shifter”. This shifter, the legend says, was very powerful. He was the god of the forest, and it bent to him – even the weather. When he came for women and the tribe didn't pay tribute, he would inflict a savage snowstorm on the peaks. It would come completely out of nowhere and thrash itself wildly across the land, a lot like this.” He indicated outside, and our gazes were pulled to the swirling madness just feet from us. “Not only did it trap them where they were, but something about the storm inspired a mating frenzy in the shifters among them. They would find their primal instincts overwhelming them, and the women...well, whether it was some sort of weird bear pheromone or not, they would willingly give into their needs. The bears would mate, and the storm would pass.”

  “That's such crap,” I told him. Jenn turned to look at me while Ben tilted his bushy head. “Shifters? Native tribes? I'm guessing this resort is built right where their settlement was?”

  “Not this resort, no,” he smiled. “More like this particular building.”

  * * * *

  One of Ben's brothers wandered into the room with a tray of hot chocolate and some sandwiches. We gratefully sipped at our drinks and chewed on the food while Ben wandered towards the counter for something.

  “Did he tell you that damned Native story again? I swear, he should just write some damned books and get that out of his head,” his brother told us. He was just as burly as Ben, although a little shorter, with a thicker beard and a tuft of chest hair bursting from below his V-cut shirt.

  “Aren't you cold in that?” Jenn asked him.

  He glanced down at the shirt quizzically, then smiled warmly. “Nah, it's plenty warm in here. I've got all the insulation I need right here!” He heartily slapped his chest and let out a roar of laughter.

  Jenn and I couldn't help but smile at each other.

  “Alex, hush it!” Ben laughed as he came back over. “I don’t need you butting in about my shifter legends.”

  But I noticed the way they were looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes…as if there was another layer to their banter that we weren’t getting. It was the look that people shared during an inside joke. Wonder what’s going on?

  I was ripped from my thoughts as they wandered away, lost in conversation, leaving me with Jenn. We curled up in front of a television and put some cable. If we’re trapped up here, we might as well do SOMETHING, I thought to myself. And the boob tube sort of qualified.

  The time started to fly by as we watched re-runs of old sitcoms, finishing our hot chocolates and trying to salvage the trip. At least the view was a little different.

  * * * *

  “I think I'm going
to turn in for the night,” Jenn told me sheepishly after a couple of hours.

  “Oh, come on! Isn't this just so exciting, though?” I asked sarcastically. My attention still wandered back to the storm – I knew it would be morning at the earliest before it broke, but I was still dedicated to dissolving it with the power of my icy stare.

  “Jess, it's...it's already 11:30,” she mentioned to me, following my gaze. “I don't think there's anything that can be done about that mess tonight. Maybe we should just turn in early?”

  “I would, probably, but I'm just not too tired,” I told her. Strangely, it was true. Normally, I'd be all tuckered out right about now, given the type of day we'd had. For some reason I was as awake as ever, and the idea of SLEEP? There was nothing really to do here this late, but I couldn't help but feel like I should stay up.