Lair of the Alphas (Steamy Werebear Shifter BBW Menage Romance) (2 page)

“…In a cave that was likely inhabited, so recently in fact that a dying fire was still lit…” His words cut me down to size, and I found myself stripped of any meaningful retort or reply. All I could do was hang my head and nod.

“It was stupid, I know. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was just so tired…and so wet…”

I realized the double-entendre as soon as I spoke it, but they didn’t comment on it. However, I could see that their cocks were starting to rise, gradually becoming full, hard erections…

“You realize, of course, that you have now seen something that humans aren’t meant to see.” He addressed me again, scorn clearly in his eyes. It seemed that he was the leader of this little group, as the others had remained silent. “If you were to tell anybody what you’ve seen here, and anyone
believed
you, you would jeopardize our very kind.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t say a word.”

“That’s very good and all, but we are going to need something more than a promise.” He averted his gaze to address the other two bear-men. “Boys, build the fire back up.”

They nodded, separating around me to swiftly gather up scraps of wood and brush. Within seconds, the fire was piled high with more fuel, and they were at their leader’s sides again. The speed at which they had performed their task had stunned me.
They were only moving for under ten seconds!
Yet, what had taken me several minutes to do earlier was already done.

Taking a kneel before the fire, their leader heaved his lungs, pursed his lips, and breathed a steady stream of air onto the faint flickering of the fire. It immediately sprung back into a full blaze, almost sending me flailing onto my ass.

“Whoa!” I cried out. “How the fuck did you do that?”

“You see us change from bears to men, and yet birthing a fire is what makes you wonder,” he smirked as he rose up before me again. In the light of the thick, rejuvenated fire, all three of them looked
way
more impressive than even before. I found myself licking my lips involuntarily, my breathing conspicuous to me. They were the sexiest fucking men I had ever seen, and I became
very
aware that I wanted them.

“I…you mentioned a promise…” I murmured, not able to take my eyes off of their hard, massive erections now. “What did you…have in mind…?”

“Ah, yes,” he smiled devilishly. “We need more than your word that you won’t say anything about us…we need an oath of flesh.”

“Of…what?”
Were they going to kill me?

“You see, your timing is somewhat fortuitous…we haven’t been with woman for some time. This little problem of yours, wandering into our home, can solve two concerns of ours…” He smiled, stepping even closer. “And it looks like the thought has already occurred to you.”

It was true. I couldn’t hide my growing need to satisfy these beautiful, incredible men, bear or no bear. Their rugged, chiseled bodies called out to me, and I wanted so badly to fuck them with everything that I had.

“Good,” he observed. “My name is Jeremiah, and I am the alpha of our werebear shifter pack. This is Hunter, and Craven,” he motioned to the others, who nodded hungrily. “And who are you?”

“I’m Savannah,” I breathlessly answered.

“Savannah,” he murmured, feeling out the syllables. “Such a pretty name for such a curvy, delicious woman.” His gaze fell over my generous curves again. “Yes, you look like you’ll be able to withstand the intensity of taking all of us at once…”

“All of you…at
once?
”

“That’s right…you see, as shifter brothers, we do everything together as a pack…and that includes taking our mate. It’s just our way…while your kind fights over the smallest things, we share…”

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Jeremiah took me into his strong, rugged embrace as his lips crashed against mine. I could barely withstand the intensity of his lust as he overpowered me, his tongue colliding with mine and his arms tightening around me. As I began matching his forcefulness, I felt two other pairs of hands on me, unbuckling my pants from behind or snaking up to grasp at my breasts. Soon, my pants were dropping to my ankles. I withdrew my ankles from them unsteadily, one at a time, and the hands that had liberated me from them glided up my thighs and plucked tryingly at the waistband of my panties.

Meanwhile, Jeremiah pulled away from my lips to plant a bite on my neck, then my shoulders, and I gasped in satisfaction at the pain. The hands squeezing my breasts were playing with my nipples, grazing them lightly or pinching them, tweaking them gently. My tiny nubs, puckering for attention, were already thick and bloated with pleasure.

As Jeremiah began to passionately kiss me again, the hands scratching down my thighs slid up again, one of them clasping into my hip as the other glided around to the front. It zeroed in on my clit, rubbing two erect fingers around the bead of my passion in circles. Before I could even moan into Jeremiah’s mouth, the other hand slid down to meet its brother, and I felt a finger push into my moistening chasm. It slid in easily, without resistance, and the next pushed in beside it almost immediately. Even from behind, the shifter had no trouble in finding my G-spot, and both fingertips pressed against it and manipulated it as they pushed in and out, becoming slick with my juices all the while.

Soon, I was being pushed onto my knees on the ground, and all three shifters stood proud before me, their cocks twitching and throbbing in front of my face. Understanding Jeremiah’s place as their alpha, it was he whom I engulfed first, wrapping my lips around his thick shaft and descending upon his cock with needful enthusiasm. Meanwhile, I began stroking off Hunter and Craven, balling my fists around their cocks and sliding down their shafts with gently but firm grips. Jeremiah became dominant, grasping onto my head and overriding my rhythm by forcing me to bob up and down his cock faster, pushing me down further. I did my best to relax my muscles as his thick, juicy cock pressed further into my mouth, reaching back for my throat.

Before he could completely hilt himself into me, the shifters switched positions. It was Craven I was sucking down now, and he immediately held my head in place and began thrusting himself into my mouth. The shifter howled in satisfaction as my tongue slid along his powerful cock, catching his frenulum with a slight tease on every few thrusts. As he pulled his cock free and shoved it back into my mouth, saliva trailed from my quivering mouth to his thick, uncompromising erection. Slightly thinner and slightly shorter than Jeremiah’s beast, this allowed me to adjust to his ferocity a little easier.

Soon, Hunter took his place, and he was the gentlest out of them. Eager to learn what I could do, he allowed me to take the lead, and as I stroked his brothers I planted my tongue at the base of his cock and slid my way up to his bulb. Having endured how rough the others could be, I could be more intense with him, and as my lips wrapped around his bulb I immediate dove over halfway down the shaft, sliding my wet tongue around him all the while. Enjoying temporary dominance, I began to wolf down his cock over and over, sliding my mouth as far down as it would go before gliding back up, leaving my saliva trailing down the shaft while I stroked the other two shifters.

After several minutes of this, Jeremiah decided to take things to the next level. He pulled me from from the others and lifted me up, instructing me to wrap my ankles around his waist. I did as I was told, and my pillowy thighs found their rightful place wrapped around his hips. As another shifter came up to help support me from behind, Jeremiah reached down with a hand and grasped his thick, ready erection as he rubbed it tantalizingly against the lips to my wet slit. The motions sent electricity into my body and as I moaned with pleasure, I pleaded him with my eyes.

Do it. Just fucking put it inside me. PLEASE.

He gave me a sly, wicked grin as he teased me a little longer — pushing upward just a fraction, only to continue rubbing his cock along my yearning pussy. As much as I wanted to rip my arms away from around his neck and grab it myself, I knew that he needed to be in control: if I tried to wrestle that from him, he might become furious. Instead, I held onto his neck tighter, drawing him in for a passionate kiss, and after a moment he finally pushed his rock-hard shaft inside me.

My renewed pleasure knew no bounds as the bulb of his shaft penetrated me deeply, his girth stretching my walls. I settled down onto his cock as much as I comfortably could, eagerly welcoming him into my drenched chasm.

My body began to bob on Jeremiah’s cock as I embraced him with my ankles and my wrists. His powerful hands supporting me, he thrust deep and passionately into my needful pussy, the slickness of our juices becoming one and the same. He gave a roar of pleasure as he dominated me, and I could barely keep my composure without descending into a burst of carnal yelps.

After several minutes, I felt a pressure at my little star, and a wet finger snaked its way inside. I wasn’t used to such stimulation, having never been played with back there, but I quickly found enjoyment in it and allowed the shifter to have his fun. It was Hunter, pushing his finger inward to the first knuckle, and then the second, feeling along my forbidden walls and stimulating me against the thrusting cock in my pussy.

Jeremiah planted his lips against my neck again as he bounced my body up and down against his hips. I rolled my pelvis against his with every thrust, eager to meet him halfway during our passionate fucking. Soon, I felt a second finger slide inside, and felt a stretching as he pulled my asshole agape. Before I realized what was happening, Jeremiah was holding me still while Hunter was pushing the bulb of his thick cock into my ass.

“Oh god…I’ve never done this before…” I gasped in half arousal, half panic.

“He will not hurt you,” Jeremiah assured me. “Let it happen. Relax your body and allow him into your ass. You will thank me for it.”

Taking his advice, I slowly relaxed my muscles, feeling Hunter gently inch his way inside. He knew exactly when to retreat and when to push harder, gradually making ground as he fit over half his cock in my ass. Finally, he was satisfied with the progress, and our fucking recommenced.

Pinned between both of them, I felt the shifters form a rhythm of their own. With power and grace, they ensured that as one cock pulled back, another was thrusting in, so that I was always occupied and stimulated in both ways simultaneously. The feeling was incredible, and Jeremiah had been right — I loved being fucked in the ass. Combined with what I was feeling now, it was an amazing sensation, and I began to bounce my hips of my own volition again.

But this still left someone out, and soon I was moved to the ground by the roaring fire. Jeremiah was on the floor beneath me as I was lowered onto his thick cock, holding it straight up beneath myself. Hunter soon perched himself behind me, pushing my back down so that he could properly reassert himself within my ass. Craven, who until this point had been stroking himself and watching, came over and pressed the bulb of his cock against my lips. As the shifters behind and beneath me clutched onto my hips and controlled the ferocity of my movements, I parted my lips around this last cock. But Craven was the fiercest out of them, and he grabbed me by the hair and began to powerfully dominate my face, holding me in place as he hilted his thick shifter shaft against my pillowy lips.

The shifters continued to plunder my body together as I rocked my hips in place, pinned between all three of them. Jeremiah and Craven fucked both of my holes into submission, while Craven’s hands found their place clamping onto my breasts again. He played with my nipples, tweaking and caressing them from behind, and I gave a reassuring moan into Hunter’s cock as it filled my mouth again. Meanwhile, Jeremiah held my hips tighter and tighter, digging into my pillowy skin and my curves as his calloused fingers drew a pleasing pain of need from me.

It wasn't long before I felt one of them preparing to climax. It was Hunter, the owner of the cock that was buried into my mouth, becoming rougher with my throat. His hands around the back of my head held me my skull in place as the cock whipped back and forth inside me. Frantically, he  picked up the pace and preparing to unload himself down my throat.

In eager anticipation, I stared up at the shifter with pleading eyes as he gasped and groaned, his balls slapping against my chin. In a great gasp of satisfaction, he finally burrowed as deep inside as he could go, the base of his shaft practically married to my lips. I felt rope after rope of the warm fluid coat the back of my throat, sliding down towards my stomach. He groaned as he extracted himself, making room for the other to dominate me by themselves.