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Her jacket was soaked. As she pulled it off, she found that the top half of her sweater was drenched, too.

In the little cabin bathroom, Hayley found a soft towel and took it out to the main room. She peeled off her sweater and her big, soft breasts bounced out into the cool air. It felt good as she rubbed herself with the towel for warmth.

To dry her hair, she huddled on a wooden bench against the cabin wall as the deluge pounded and howled around the outside of the wooden walls. She wondered about starting up the wood fire. It wasn’t so cold yet, though. She wrapped the big towel around her.

There was something wonderfully cozy about being inside the little cabin with the weather beating outside. She knelt on the bench to peer out of the window.

A face shocked her. Right on the other side of the glass, peering in was the face of a big, brown bear. He pulled back a little. He must have been startled too.

But he lifted his paw to the window. He looked cold. Hayley wanted to let him in.
Now that’s just crazy
, she thought, looking into his poor face. His head cocked to one side.

She heard a scratching at the wooden cabin door and she bolted straight over to it.

“Hayley?” it was Ben’s voice. She opened the door. He was soaked. His hair was sopping and his beard glistened with water.. He looked so fantastic that Hayley just stared at him for a moment.

He said, “Er… may I come in please, Hayley?”

“Oh, I’m such an idiot.” She was flustered, “Come in, quickly.” She pulled the door wide open and stood aside, transfixed by the way that his wet jeans clung to his massive thighs and his gorgeous ass.

“We should get you dry.” She handed him the towel. His eyes opened wide as he said:

“Thank you, Hayley.” His tongue dragged across his lips and he stood, mesmerized. His gaze didn’t move off her body as he absently lifted the towel to his head. That was when Hayley realized she was only wearing her low-cut, lacy black push-up bra and her little plaid skirt.

Even the bra seemed too much as her big breasts heaved. Her nipples hardened and the fabric felt scratchy as Ben’s eyes feasted on her curves. Reflexively she pulled her arms across her chest, although it seemed silly now.

In the front of his taut, wet blue jeans, Ben rose and swelled to greet her. He was swelling a
lot
. She thought that his jeans must be getting way too tight. She should get them off him. Her heart beat faster.

There was a tapping at the widow, but she could pay it no mind. Were there
two
bears peering in now? That was the message from the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t think of dragging her gaze off Ben’s big, hot, wet bod in front of her.

She should pull herself together.
Easier said than done
, she thought,
when there’s a great big bear outside and a huge, beautiful man hardening up inside, and the rain’s beating on the roof and the windows, and…
Her hips tilted and she felt hot and wet in her panties.
Maybe I should slip them off
, she thought.

Hayley!
she told herself,
Stop it this instant
. Oh, now she sounded like her momma. Her knees trembled. Half of her wanted to cover herself properly and act like a sensible, grown up woman.

The other half of her wanted to pour herself all over Ben. To run and drip and gush on him like the rain. To fill all of his crevices with her. To have him fill her up. With him.

And she couldn’t tell which half was which. She ignored the scraping sound at the door.

His voice was thick and low, “Hayley, I think you’d better have this back.” He held out the towel.

“But you need it to dry off. When we get you out of that soaking wet shirt.” She mouth was dry and she licked her lips. “The shirt that’s clinging to your great pecs. And your poor jeans. They look like they’re going to burst any second.”

But he had told her to take the towel. As he held it out, she reached for it. Now her breasts were uncovered again. As she pulled the towel, he didn’t let go of it.

Ben remained still. He was strong, so when Hayley pulled, she pulled herself toward him. She could see him having to tear his eyes from her rising breasts. And they were drawn as powerfully to him.

From the very tips she felt the yearning to press against his wool shirt. His wet wool shirt with his hot, hard body inside it. She pulled the towel up to cover her chest. He was still holding it. His fingers were bunched around the towel, between her breasts.

From the pit of her stomach, a charge pulsed all the way down to her panties. His full lips parted. She could taste his breath. Drops of water ran sluggishly down the sides of his face. His eyes smoldered.

Her face tipped to one side and her lips parted. He said, “Hayley…”

She stretched up toward him.

He said, “Hayley, I have to talk to you.” Her eyelids fluttered. Her stomach shook.

She said, “Now?”

He said, “Now,” but she jumped in between his arms to wrap her legs around him. Her lips fastened on his. She pressed her breasts against his hard, wet chest. His hot breath inflamed her. Her heat sought his as her hips ground into him.

She slid until her pelvis found the hardening bulge in his jeans. Through their locked mouths as they worked, hot and wet and furious on each other, he said, “Hayley, I’ve been desperate to find a girl like you.”

A long sigh tore out of her throat as her hands clasped at his ribs and slid town to find his belt. His stiffening prominence rubbed through his hard denim and her soft cotton, sawing at the swollen lips of her aching flower.

She ground her widening hips against him and she moaned as his ridge scraped her zinging bud. His hands held her up, savoring the clench of her round, soft buttocks and pulling her channel against his rod.

His breath was hot and moist on her throat and her cleavage. “Hayley,
we
need someone like you.”

She gripped tighter with her legs. Her eyes widened and she almost squealed as she said, “We?” Then the door behind her opened.

Two men came through the door. Two very big men who both looked like Ben. Quite a lot like Ben, actually. As Hayley looked from one to another, the three big men all looked
exactly
the same.

Ben’s face shone. He was breathing hard and his nostrils flared as he said, “Hayley, these are my brothers, Barney and Barrington.” Hayley salivated as her thighs gripped tighter around him.

He couldn’t mean what she thought he meant. He couldn’t, surely. And she couldn’t really give herself to him. Not in the way that her body was telling her to.

She couldn’t peel off her clothes and his, pull him to the floor on top of her and have him open her up, stretch her, pull her wide, and plunge himself into her. His hands, his strong, dexterous fingers, his full, mobile lips.

She couldn’t have a man she didn’t know drive his huge, straining cock hard between her yielding wet lips, plunge his hot shaft deep into her and force it hard up her.

Especially not while two other men, just as big, just as hard, stood by and watched. Waited. Or maybe they didn’t wait. Maybe… Where was this going
?
She didn’t want to think. She didn’t want to know. She didn’t want to stop.

Her fingers traced the front of his shirt. The tips of them tingled at the thought of slipping down behind his belt, discovering the weight and girth, the heat of his hardness. The cabin door closed and Hayley felt the heat of the two men standing behind her.

Ben said, “We’re a small group…”

Barney interrupted him, “Clan, Ben. She needs to know.”

Hayley’s calves were tight around Ben’s ass. As she squeezed, the great, smooth motors of his buttocks clenched. The lengthening ridge in the front of his jeans beat against the wet fabric of her panties stretched over her needy lips.

She bit her lip and said, “I probably don’t need to know, Ben.”

“No, Barney’s right. You do.”

“I can stay here, though.” She squeezed his waist with her thighs. “Can’t I?”

He said, “I’m not sure,” as she pulled closer to him. Her breasts pressed through her lacy bra against his hot, damp chest. He let out a little groan. He said, “Okay,” and she nuzzled closer.

Her lips, constrained inside her panties, found the line of his ridge and they slid up and then down as far as her hips would take them. Then back up again.

Hayley wished there were some way to get her bra off, but she didn’t want to let go of Ben. Not with any part of her. Ben started to speak again. His voice was low and thick.

“We’re a very small pack, Hayley, as Barney says. We’re shifters.” From behind her, Barrington spoke. She only knew it was Barrington from the side he was on.

“We’re
bear
shifters.” It was cute how he wanted to explain to her what seemed so very obvious. She thought,
They really do need a mama bear.
The realization spread through her like a liquid fire—
That’s what they want. That is exactly what they need—
and it made all of her sinews clench and flex. They. Needed. Her.

Barney said, “There are only the three of us left.”

And Barrington said, “And we’re all male.”

Every part of Hayley’s body clung to Ben. She felt his size and his strength as she groaned, “God, you really are, aren’t you?”

Barney said quietly, “Hayley, we need a mate.”

She turned. Hunger rolled like a sea under his pleading eyebrows. His lip shook and he swallowed before he said, “Hayley? We need to breed.”

His big, golden eyes were identical to Ben’s, only there was a difference in the way that he looked, a difference inside. Barney was more inquisitive. More tentative. Ben was decisive, more instinctual.

Hayley stroked Barney’s hot cheek and felt the buzz of his beard. His lips tightened. She kissed his lips gently, then looked into his eyes.

She felt his warmth and Barrington’s draw closer as she said, “Me too, Barney.”

Hayley looked at Barrington. There was fire in his eyes. A low growl emerged from between his lips. Ben’s voice was as warm as his breath, moist on her neck. “It will be rough, Hayley.”

Barney said, “And you won’t be able to leave. Not until the cubs are born.”

“And raised,” said Barrington with a growl.

“But you are perfect,” Ben added.

Hayley looked from one man to the next.

They all nodded, and one after another, they all said, “You’re perfect.”

They were so close now that the heat of their bodies made her lightheaded.

All the sound in the heat of the tiny cabin was the heavy breath of the three big men, Hayley’s hot panting, and the hard rain that drummed on the thin wooden roof.

She couldn’t really go through with this. She was surrounded by three strange men with a story so fantastic it was laughable. Bear shifters—really. She should pull on her sweater, laugh it all off, and wait out the rain.

Then she would politely leave as soon as the rain eased up.

It was a shame. They were so very gorgeous. Hot and handsome, hunky and chunky, sexy and cuddly all at the same time. And there were three of them. Triplets. Her resolve wavered.

Barrington’s hands were on her skin. He was strong, just like Ben. She moistened her lips. She looked around at the men quickly. She pressed on Ben’s arms to pull away. Into her ear, Ben said, “We won’t get another chance like this.”

Barney said, “We’ve never had a chance like this.”

Her breath stopped in her chest. Her voice was barely audible. “Will you be gentle with me?”

The three men looked at each other then slowly back at her. All six of their eyes blazed. All the three men spoke together.

“No.”

Hayley clung hard to Ben. He lifted an eyebrow. He wanted permission. She couldn’t. She mustn’t.

She nodded and hugged him.

He laid her on her back on the shaggy rug. He knelt by her as he began to open his jeans. Barney squeezed her breasts and unhooked her bra.

He bent his head to kiss her neck and pull on her nipples with his lips. Her back arched as Barney said, “You have wonderful, full, nurturing breasts, Hayley.” Barrington snuffled on her fluttering stomach.

He nibbled and bit and licked his way from her navel and down to her delta. His teeth pulled on her knickers, then tore them with a long
rrrrrrip
. His breath met her hot juices and fanned her hot, zinging nub.

Her hips leapt toward his hungry mouth. His lips met hers. She shook and clenched as he sucked around her clit. His tongue opened her folds and slid down her ravine. He lapped at her opening and forcefully into her.

Barrington’s tongue stretched into her, and she reached up for his huge cock as it sprang free from his jeans. The velvety ridges were hot as they throbbed in her hands. She pulled and rubbed from the slick bulb to the hilt of his hard, fat shaft.

She felt exposed among the three huge, hungry men. They could take whatever they wanted of her. She couldn’t hide or cover herself. She now had nothing but her rumpled plaid skirt, the torn shreds of her sheer knickers, and her hiking boots. She wouldn’t be able to conceal any part of herself, nor to deny them anything, any desire they had of her.