Protected by the MC: Bear Shifter Biker Reverse Harem

by Lilly Wilder

  “Yeah, just…” I take a deep breath. I didn’t even know what I wanted to say, where to start. Where does one start with things like these?

  “You seem a little shaken,” Theron continues and by this time, Zarael is up as well. Their eyes are all on me, lingering.

  “Do you regret last night?” Dex says what we’re all thinking. At least, what we’re all asking ourselves. I admire his boldness, not that I expect anything less of him. No sugar coating can be expected from him, ever.

  “Um, n-no,” I say, shaking my head, pulling my knees to my chest.

  “Did we hurt you?” Zarael interjects.

  “Did we go too far?” Theron asks.

  I pull away, eyes heavy-lidded. I know I’m red as an apple. I want to tell them exactly what’s on my mind, but my tongue isn’t listening. It’s like it’s not even mine.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” Dex suddenly gets closer, his voice a deep, male sound that sends shivers up my body all over again. I remember my arms around him, my body fitting his and Theron’s and Zarael’s so perfectly. Soft sighs, moans, the heat that spread slowly, like molten lava. “It’s not true.”

  “What’s not true?” I can’t help but smile. What is he talking about?

  “You don’t regret what we did. I mean, none of us do. That was one crazy night and I first want more of those. But, you’re still a slave to the rules of the society you come from.” His smile is calm and soothing. “It’s a society of haters, of people who don’t understand themselves and so, they take out their frustrations on others. I mean, back me up here, Theron.”

  All eyes are on Theron now, I can see that he wasn’t expecting the spotlight like this, but he accepts it. Sweet Theron.

  “I guess what Dex here is trying to say, is that we understand the pressure put on women. We’ve been on this earth a long time, much longer than you can imagine and we’ve seen society change. However, one thing always remains the same and that is what women are allowed and not allowed to do. You think that because you made love with all three of us, we might think less of you, or you know, that you are… well, I don’t really want to say that word ever in a sentence which has you in it.”

  “Thank you,” I smile at him, feeling my heart skip a beat.

  “We actually wanted to have this conversation before anything physical happened, but that’s out of the window now,” Zarael chuckled.

  “What conversation?” I wonder.

  “A mating arrangement,” Zarael replies. “But we can call it anything else you’d like.”

  “Wait, mating?” I repeat. “As in having babies?”

  “Are you opposed to that?” Theron asks me softly.

  “No, I just…” I turn to him. “I haven’t considered babies yet.”

  “With us or in general?” Dex jumps in and I realize they feel so much at ease with this conversation, as if we’re discussing the choice of cereals for breakfast.

  “Um, both?” I smile a little nervously.

  “Well, you see,” Theron starts and by this point, we’re all sitting, still under the blanket. “We all like you. We’ve established that fact, early on. I think from your second day here. We had a conversation and first, we thought we’d do what we would always do under these circumstances.”

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  “We fight,” Dex answers instead of Theron. Zarael just nods, as if a fight over a girl is the most normal thing nowadays. I guess here, it is.

  “We realized that you were growing attached to us, too. All three of us. And, we thought maybe it was time to become more civilized.”

  “Blah,” Dex rolls his eyes and we all chuckle.

  “You know what I mean, Dex,” Theron corrects him. “We wanted to allow you to make your choice. Whoever you choose to be your mate would be the luckiest guy in the world and the other two would just have to - “

  “Suck it up,” Dex interrupts again, much to our amusement.

  “Indeed,” Theron nods, with a smile.

  “So, when were you gonna fill me in on all this?” I ask, realizing that I’m also feeling much less awkward about all this.

  Theron gives Dex a glance and Dex just shrugs his shoulders.

  “We’re not sure,” Theron replies. “Your psychological state got us concerned and we focused on that for the time being. You can’t make a life-altering decision if your mind is somewhere else, can you?”

  “No, I can’t,” I nod, smiling. “But last night was really off plan.”

  Hearing those words, we all start laughing. There was really no plan last night. Only pure spontaneity. I guess that’s probably why it was so amazing. My first time. I can barely believe it, even now.

  “You could fill me in now on the mating arrangement,” I ask, shyly.

  I have to admit, never out loud though, that this is something I’ve considered in the back of my mind. Thinking about all three of them always came with a bitter realization that I could never have it all. And, having the three of them would be all, all I ever wanted. Never, in a million years did I think that it would be possible to have such an arrangement. So, of course I’m now curious to hear all about that mating arrangement. I want babies. I always thought I’d be a wonderful mom, I guess I just never thought it would be under these delightfully strange and unorthodox conditions. The very thought makes me all giddy, like a schoolgirl.

  “It’s the pleasurable process of making little shifter babies,” Dex chuckles. “I mean, what else?”

  “I think what Dex is trying to say is that the mating arrangement is sort of like a wedding. We promise ourselves to one another. Usually I’d say each other, but in our case, it’s different,” he paused a little, as if he’s trying to remember if there is anything else important, he can’t miss. “You would need to stay with us, though. That is the only condition. You will stay here. You will ride with us. Our way of life will become yours.”

  “Does that mean I can’t speak to my family?” I ask, knowing that this would be a deal breaker.

  “Of course not,” Theron assures me. “If you become our mate, your family can come visit. We would never keep you away from them.”

  “What about school and…” I start, realizing that I would need to subject my life to theirs.

  “You living here with us doesn’t mean that we’ll cut you away from civilization and the world you know,” Zarael starts laughing, as if that’s the most ludicrous thing he’s ever heard. “Bikes are our lives. But, as you could have seen for yourself, we’ve all got different interests. We like different things. You can be sure that we’d do our best to help you with yours. If you want to study, you can enroll online. I mean, that’s easy nowadays. Theron here’s got all the books you’d ever need and if you do end up needing more, we’ll get you more.”

  “We know that you’d be sacrificing a lot to stay here with us, but in return, we would live to serve you,” Dex speaks softly and this is the last thing I’d expect to hear from him. Obedience to someone other than himself. “We would keep you safe and loved and protected.”

  “A girl could get used to that,” I beam a smile of happiness.

  Chapter 26

  Dex

  I’m not really sure who started it, but I know we’re all thinking about it. The look on Isabel’s face when I touch her underneath the blanket makes me swallow a groan. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Our baby is going to be out of this world. It doesn’t matter which one of us will be the baby’s real dad, because we will all play that part. Her thirsty, dreamy eyes are ready for round two. I feel we all are.

  The way she’s staring at me makes my dick hard, harder than last night. If I don’t feel her warm insides again, this agony will be endless. I flex my muscles, letting Theron start. As he kisses her, I go down on her. I can barely hear her soft moans, but they’re there. I smell her arousal, grunting in reply at the sight of the dry blood that trickled out of her last night. She was a virgin?


  I quickly rewind the whole thing in my mind. Virgins probably brought in more money than girls whose flower saw much watering, to use a phrase Theron would probably like. I thought I could smell virgins. When I’d talk to a girl, I’d usually know. I’d sometimes know even if she had sex in the last 24 hours or so. That’s how good my nose is. Or, maybe was. Because, I wasn’t able to smell that on her. Her fear was overpowering. That’s probably what put me off track. She oozed fear, there was so much of it on her before.

  “You were a virgin?” I ask and the guys immediately stop.

  She looks at me and then at Theron and Zarael, hiding herself, as if we hadn’t seen her already. You gotta love that late sense of modesty.

  “Well, before last night, yeah. I… I thought you knew,” she whispers. She looks flushed, like she’s embarrassed of what others would pay tons of money for. Both women and men.

  “I didn’t know,” I shake my head. “Did you guys know?”

  Theron speaks up, “Her first question last night, she said she’d had no sexual experience.”

  “I forgot,” I say, feeling elated. I know I sound ridiculous, but it caught me off guard. I’ve deflowered girls before and not just a few. But this is different. Amazingly different.

  “I’m… sorry,” she bows down her head, blush coating her sweet cheeks.

  I cup her chin with my fingers, tilting her head up. Is she crazy or what? Apologizing for this…

  “There is nothing to be sorry about,” I tell her. “Actually, this is the best news you could have given us.”

  “R-really?” she asks, still whispering. Her eyes are hopeful, loving. That’s all I ever want to see when I look at them.

  Her head moves down into a little nod and I lean in for a kiss. Possessive. Powerful. She presses into me harder, which is good. There’s no way we’ll ever let her go. Ever. my insides are boiling. Our teeth occasionally clash and I want to go back down, to lick away that blood that she was so embarrassed of.

  I pull back, then go down. Theron is the kisser, so I let him have it. I’m bound on making her feel even better than last night, making her forget all about her insecurities, about her wishes to go back. She’s ours. She’s staying here, with us. I glance up at her, she and Theron sharing a fierce kiss. Zarael’s fingers are trailing the line of her breasts, as we all wait for her hot little body to melt into ours again.

  I pull the blanket away, revealing our entangled bodies to the world. This is our world. If someone doesn’t like what they see, they can get the fuck out of here. A growl vibrates in my throat, begging to be let out. The animal is awake. It wants to devour; it wants to eat until it bursts. I spread her legs; her pussy already swollen with anticipation. I glance at her; her gaze is averted. Both Theron and Zar are positioning themselves in front of her. Good. She can focus on them, while I focus on her.

  I lick her clit just a little and she squirms, her back arching, hips pulling up, closer to me. I grin. Her sweet, pink flesh is now slightly reddened. My tongue laps it up. She tastes wild, like ambrosia. For a moment, the beast in me wants to claim her for myself. Just myself. So innocent and sweet, she’s unlike anything I’ve seen before, unlike anything I’ve tasted before. I know the guys feel the same way, too. I can’t… We agreed to share. My mind wants to say she’s fucking mine. I need to quiet that voice.

  I keep licking her soft pink pussy, hearing her breathless moans makes me go crazy. I wonder if she ever thought that we could give her so much pleasure. I lick her again, going inside of her. She tastes so good. She is busy with two cocks in her mouth, but I know that soft waves of pleasure are shaking her to the very core. I want to make her come, over and over again and then I want to fuck her brains out. Everything in me is roaring, fired up. My cock is swollen, hard. It needs release. But not before she gets hers. I start sucking on her clit, as her legs start shaking. She’s so fragile, so sweet. Sometimes, I forget. A vow of protection rings inside my mind, a vow we’ve already made to her.

  Hungrily, I dive into her, kissing my way deeper, into the soft flesh, her velvet underground. I can smell her arousal; I can taste it. Proof of her desire, her love for us. If I ever doubted that she is the one, that doubt has vanished last night, never to appear again. She cums quickly, effortlessly, spilling herself onto my tongue, her juices oozing. I slurp them up, pulling my body over hers and sliding my painful cock inside. I want to feel her trembling on the inside. I start grinding slowly, but I hear her moan for more. Of course, I obey. I start fucking her wild, crazy, my eyes closed. Her folds open up to let me in, wet, making that slurping sound and I explode deep inside of her, with a single final thrust.

  Totally wasted, I slide to her side, my hand on her cheek, kissing her soft lips. She is barely able to take a breath. Theron spoons her from the other side, as my hands cup her perfectly perky breasts. Her body follows Theron’s rhythm and he, too quickly finishes inside of her. Zar was happy with a wet blow job and is already lying next to us, completely spent.

  Her eyes are closed. Her body is gleaming with the sunlight spilling over her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so gorgeous, so perfectly innocent and worthy of someone’s love and protection. I almost want to find Leo just to thank him and show my appreciation by letting him run away far from here and never returning. But, that’s out of the question.

  I take the blanket and I cover her with it. She shivers a little. The fire has gone out ages ago, but it’s not cold.

  “You guys relax a little more,” Theron gets up, putting on his t-shirt, which barely covers his ass and I look away. I don’t mind looking at it while we’re in the heat of the moment, but the heat’s gone now. “I’ll go make breakfast.”

  “You rock,” Zar mumbles and he nestles on Isabel’s soft breasts. She lays a kiss on his forehead and I smile.

  I must admit, I had some doubts this would work out as we hoped it would, but it turns out that it actually might. Only time will show, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much at ease after sex. I guess it’s because this isn’t just sex. It’s… love making. A word I’ve always hated, dreaded. Thought I’d never use it. But here I am and I have this little girl to thank for that.

  Chapter 27

  “Get up, bitch!” A rough voice wakes me up and I feel the clutching claw of fingers clasp around my elbow, pulling me out of bed, like a hand dragging me from a pleasant dream right into a nightmare.

  I open my eyes quickly, with the last possible remnants of sleepiness shooed away by this rude awakening. The face I see before me is unknown. It’s not one of the bikers. I would have recognized any of them. And, besides, they’re supposed to return tomorrow. This evening, the earliest.

  This guy pulls me out of bed, heading for the door. I’m wearing a thin white vest and shorts, but I feel naked. I feel scared. Where are the guys? Why aren’t they here? I slip a few times, but the guy keeps me up and going. When we finally get out of the shack, the bright sunlight pierces through my eyes and drills a hole right in my skull. It takes me a few moments to adjust to the brightness and then, I see something shocking.

  Theron, Dex and Zarael are all on their knees, facing forward. Their hands are tied behind their back. Dex seems to have gotten the worst end of the deal. His right eye is swollen shut. A thin trickle of blood is already drying in the corner of his lips. Zarael and Theron look alright. The moment I am brought out before them, they gaze up at me and at that moment, my heart breaks. Fear. Hurt. Anger. All mixed up together. I can see it all in their eyes. They think they have failed me.

  “Finally, we’re all here, so the party can start,” I hear a new voice and I turn to face a man I don’t recognize. By his side, I see David, the other guy who was with him on that fateful day. “Bring her over here,” the man growls.

  David walks over to me, with a scornful look on his face. His nose seems different and there is a scar from the right side of his temple. It looks like his face is still healing, even after all this time.
I never witnessed him getting beat up and I’m sorry I missed it. Sounds like it was a helluva good time, for some at least. He reaches out to grab me by the wrists.

  “Get the fuck away from me!” I shout at him, trying to push him away, but he’s too strong.

  “Leave her alone!” Dex thunders.

  “Or what?” the man who seems to be running this show snaps back at him.

  His white suit is in stark contrast with the surroundings and his hat hides the upper half of his face. His black shoes have been recently shined, but that serves little purpose here. If I need to take a guess, then I probably know who he is.

  “I’m only here to take back what is rightfully mine,” the man continues to speak calmly.

  He takes a small cigar case from his pocket and opens it, extracting one, which he then proceeds to put in his mouth. The guy who dragged me out of the shack jumps to his aid and lights it up for him. A few small puffs released into the air make it look like someone is sending smoke signals.