Daxton (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) (132 page)

“I’m going to come,” Sven said, also trying to pull out, to stop.
 

I grabbed him as well, and continued to stroke and suck both men.

Their heads went back simultaneously as my mouth flooded with their seed. I had to hold my breath before swallowing it all so I didn’t choke. Smiling, I squeezed each cock dry and licked them clean. “That was a nice appetizer,” I said. “But now I need the main course.”

I spun around and landed on top of Sven, pinning him down. I dropped my hand between his legs, grabbing his semi erect cock. “I’m not done with you yet,”

“Mercy,” he pleaded, all smiles.

“No,” I said, lowering myself down onto his cock. “I’m going to ride you like a bucking bronco.”

Sven gasped in delight as he slid up into my tight tunnel. He tried to sit up, but I shoved him back down. I held his wrists down, gyrating my hips as I ground my snatch down onto his cock.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Helmut said, stroking himself next to us.

“Only one way to make it hotter,” I said, eyes half lidded with lust.

Helmut crawled across the table until his face was between my butt cheeks. His tongue licked my asshole as I rode Sven.
 

This drove me wild, and I bucked against Sven even harder. He was now fully erect again, and I felt his big dick rub against every ridge inside me. I was going to drain his balls completely dry.

Helmut’s mouth disappeared and I felt a hard pressure against my asshole. Softly and slowly, he pushed into me. Filled up by both these men, I slowly pushed myself up and down their shafts.

I picked up my speed, my body easing into accepting both these men. I could feel Helmut’s balls resting on Sven’s nut sack behind me. Like three wild beasts rutting in a meadow, we did our sordid dance in defiance of oblivion.

“So tight,” Helmut said, gritting his teeth.

“So wet,” Sven said, his eyes shut tightly.

I let out a cry and bit down on Sven’s shoulder. All three of us came simultaneously. The boys pulsed inside me, their pricks deep. The warmth from the fire, the warmth from their bodies and the warmth they shot up inside me. I wanted that moment to last forever, hung in stasis for all eternity.

But instead we all lie down next to one another, just glad we made it through that incredible day.

Hunting For A Mate 3

by

Becca Fanning

My eyes fluttered open. This was my favorite part of the day. That brief stint between sleep and wakefulness. The area between warm dreams and the cold wide-eyed demands of the day. The three weeks living in this Shifter village had been exhausting, but wonderful.

Of course, it didn’t hurt when you were sandwiched between two Shifter studs. Since becoming a Shifter myself, I’ve found that my sexual appetite was through the roof. I didn’t think I could settle for just one man any more. Luckily I wouldn’t have to make that choice.

Helmut, our Alpha, was sleeping almost spread eagle, his muscular thighs like mountain ranges underneath the white sheets of the bed. His long brown hair was a tangle over his face, his mouth open slightly. Ever so often he’d let out a cute little snore.

On my other side was Sven, our Seneschal. The defender of the Pack’s honor. He was curled up on his side, his back to me. His short blonde hair ended in a rounded back and led into his black tribal tattoos that ran all down his back, arms and chest. His broad chest shrank down to a proportionally small waist, topped by a juicy round ass. I had to resist the urge to scoot down and bite it.

There was something else as well. A bond that was strengthening by the day. Laying with them each night and waking up next to them each morning was more than just sex and sleep. Something on the animal side of it was communicated without words. Our scents mingled, our breathing took on the same cadence. Small ways of existing that millions of years of wolf pack evolution has led to.

I could tell that they were both still sleeping. I’d been waking up before them most mornings. I watched Helmut’s neck, and the pulse of his carotid artery told me his slow heartbeat. Sven’s breathing was so regular that you could set your watch to it. Only deep sleep could bring about these states.

There was also no scent of danger, anxiety or stress. Even the normal dealings in polite society brought about stressful situations that your body subconsciously responded to. Only Shifters could really pick up on this. Right now my two men were asleep, enjoying what dreams they may.

And that wouldn’t do.

I turned to face Sven’s back. I bent down and kissed his back. His breath hitched for a fraction of a second, then continued. I pressed myself up against his back, my hardening nipples poking him in the back. I ran my hand down his arm to his chest, twirling my fingers through his chest hair.
 

Going lower, I softly scratched his abs, circled his belly button, then went lower. His hairy down was soft and thin, warmly nesting his big cock. My hand brushed against his manhood.

His breath caught again, then continued.

I gently held him in my hand. No matter how many times I’d taken these men to bed, I always found their bodies fascinating. I could feel his heartbeat through his prick. His cock beginning to fill out, I let it go and scooped up his big nut sack. I’d drained these completely the night before, rutting against him while I serviced Helmut with my mouth. Despite that, they now felt heavy again. Bless Shifter men and their virility.

My attention on his balls caused him to groan, and he turned to lay on his back, his genitals exposed to my delight. His breathing was still slow and steady as I lay my head softly on his chest. I parted my lips and took his nipple in my mouth.

His breathing stopped for a moment. He was awake now. His arm came down on my back, softly running his fingers up and down my spine.

My tongue flicked against his nipple as it hardened in my mouth. His cock was getting harder, brushing against my hand that was still massaging his balls. Each flick of my tongue sent little jolts through him, making his abs flex. His excitement was having an effect on me, and I knew my lustful scent was filling the bedroom.
 

I kissed my way down his stomach, opening my mouth to take him in. His purple crown slipped past my lips, and I clamped down around his pale white shaft. His engorged cock filled my mouth, pressing my tongue flat in the bottom of my mouth. His salty desire seeped from him, filling my mouth with his musk.

I felt a rustling from behind me.

My nose woke up before my eyes did. The subtle repetitive motions of the bed immediately told me what was happening. I could smell Clarissa’s excitement, and Sven’s lazy enjoyment was pungent in the air. There was nothing he liked more than getting his cock sucked in the morning.

I glanced to my left and saw Clarissa with her head in Sven’s lap. Her head gently bobbed up and down, sucking my Seneschal off. The visual was very exciting, and I saw Sven looking down his body at her. Lucky man. Then again, some men made their own luck…

I turned to the side, facing Clarissa’s backside. Our Grace, our emotional rock. Our mate, and when we were lucky, our bitch in heat. She was insatiable, somehow able to wear the two of us out. I didn’t know where it came from but I was thankful for it every night. And some mornings, too.

My hand dipped down in front of me and grabbed her backside. I squeezed the supple flesh, kneading it and feeling her ass squirm in my hand. She made moaning noises around Sven’s cock.
 

I could smell her deliciousness, her lusty scent driving me wild. I wanted to taste her, but the wolf inside me needed to take her, to mount her. My balls screamed for relief, and would not be satisfied with anything else.

I put one hand on her shoulder, the other guiding myself to her slick entrance. Her wetness, her need for me just pushed me over the edge. A bitch in heat, willing to serve her Alpha: to not mount her and ride her was unthinkable. To not fill her with my seed was a crime against nature.

Her lips parted, my cock sliding through her juicy folds. I pushed harder, knowing her tight pussy would need to be coaxed into letting in my whole girth. Her head bobbed up and down faster. My other hand grabbed her hip, her skin like hot fire.

I slammed forward, stuffing her with my cock. She made another noise on Sven’s prick, her hand now joining her mouth to get him off. His breathing was speeding up.

My balls slapped wetly against her thighs, her pussy juices now thoroughly coating my cock and nut sack. I grit my teeth and rode her, relishing the feel of every ridge in her tunnel. Every toss of her hair, every noise she made. I looked down my body, enjoying the sight of my long prick sliding deep into her body, then pulling it out, covered in our excitement.
 

Sven arched his head back, a balled fist going into his mouth as he nutted into Clarissa’s eager mouth. Quiet slurps are all the noise Clarissa made, and I knew she didn’t let a drop escape her. She finished him off her with hand, squeezing him from base to tip. Then she went up and kissed him, swirling their tongues together.

“Good morning,” she told him, her body bouncing as I fucked her.

“Good morning yourself, beautiful. Helmut, do me a favor. She woke me up. She has to pay for that,” he said, grinning contentedly.
 

“Wha-eeeeeee!” Clarissa squealed as both my hands went to her hips and I mounted her as hard and fast as I could.

My balls battered her poor thighs, my cock plunged in and out of her tight slit.
 

She grabbed the sheets, curling them up in her hands as she came. Her pussy contracted around me, milking me for my Alpha seed.
 

“Grrrr,” I growled through gritted teeth, unleashing myself inside her. My heavy balls tensed, then pulsed, sending thick sticky loads into her. I quickly filled her, further spurts leaking out between us. I lay against her, all three of us just panting and enjoying the feeling of the sun shining through the windows.

I came down from the bedroom, having taken a shower. The boys were in the kitchen, sipping coffee and nibbling on cold cuts. I sliced off a hunk of the freshly baked sourdough bread and smeared a spoonful of honey onto it.

“This is so good,” I said between chews.

“We’re in this weird middle ground where we still bake our own bread and keep bees while driving cars and using cellphones,” Sven said. “But the things that are worth doing the old way, we keep doing them that way.”

“Have you made up your mind?” Helmut asked me.

Today they would be going into town to handle business. Mineral rights negotiations for the Pack’s land. The Pack had tens of thousands of acres of land, and some energy companies were interested in leasing a part of it for development.
 

There had been rumblings in the Pack: some thought it was prudent to get the best value for the land. Others saw the land as sacred, and didn’t want to part with it under any circumstance. It sounded like Helmut had a big decision to make, one of the biggest ones in the Pack’s recent memory.

“I’ll go if you want me to go,” I said. I really dreaded boring boardroom talk. Figures and percentages and terms and stacks of paperwork.