Bear Shapeshifter Romance: Her Bears' Desires (Shapeshifter Werebear Romance)(BBW Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance)(Shapeshifter Menage Romance) (4 page)

Mack fumbled with his pants for a moment to slide them off his hips, and Jazzy took in the sight of his proud and curved member. He was large, and it intimidated her just a little. She hoped it wouldn't hurt too badly. Mack rested his length against Jazzy's center, and she took note of her pounding heart. His hand closed around his base, and he stroked himself slowly, squeezing his tip.

"You certainly got me throbbing," Jazzy uttered as she watched him. "You're torturing me."

Mack chuckled again and climbed up onto the bed, kneeling over her chest. He brought his shaft down between her breasts and pressed it hard between them, thrusting his hips slowly. She felt the hardness of his length and the velvet of his skin rubbing against hers, and Mack pinched her nipples just enough to make her gasp.

"Please, Mack, I need it. I want that inside me. Stop teasing."

He finally let up, smiling some and moving back to the edge of the bed. "If that's what you wish, Jasmine."

She nodded again, spreading her legs wide for him. Mack angled the tip of his member to her opening, and she reached down to pull away the soft folds of her skin for him. Mack slowly inserted his length into her pulsing flower, and the feeling of him filling her brought her to pleasure.

A sudden creak of the wooden floorboards just behind the room at the end of the hallway caused the two of them to look over in surprise. Jazzy caught sight of Victor's blond hair, and she instinctively closed her legs, forcing Mack to leave the warmth of her center.

"V-Victor!" Jazzy started, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Mack tightened his lips for a moment before gesturing with a hand for Victor to come in.

"Mack, what are you doing?" Jazzy exclaimed as Victor nudged open the door and entered.

"I'm sorry," said Victor. "I came to talk to Mack, but I couldn't help but watch." His face was a little flushed from admitting to it, but his eyes showed absolute lust. The animalistic gaze he sent to Jazzy reminded her of Mack's own smoky stares, and she discovered that she wasn't so uncomfortable about Victor standing there after all. In fact... she liked the idea.

Mack looked at Jazzy, but before he could speak, she addressed Victor. "I-I don't mind." At first the words hung awkwardly in the air for several seconds, but then Mack broke the silence.

"Victor, how about you join us?" He glanced back at Jazzy on the bed. "If Jasmine is okay with it, of course."

Her heart beat twice as hard at the thought of these two stunning men taking command of her body, and she knew that she wanted it. Pushing aside all her fears and preconceived thoughts, she wanted it badly.

Jazzy nodded to them. "Yes," she answered.

Victor's lips curled into a grin as he stepped further in. Jazzy watched as he removed his own shirt. Despite being smaller framed than Mack, Victor carried a similar body build. Jazzy had a desire to be around Mack, and she enjoyed the feeling of having him fill her. She was a little nervous about the idea of Victor having his way with her, but Mack seemed to see the worry on her face.

"I have an idea, Jasmine. Lie still," he said.

Jazzy kept her legs spread as Mack knelt down between them. At first he took a moment to eye her sex, and then he brought his lips down to her sensitive flesh. She drew in a quick breath at the feeling of his tongue against her skin, and she watched as Mack tasted her nectar. The sensation relaxed her body, and soon she found herself resting her head back and closing her eyes, enjoying the attention that Mack fed her with his skillful tongue and lips.

A pair of new hands drifted over her body and pressed against her breasts. She opened her eyes to look up at Victor who stared at her curves with an appetite. As Mack dove deeper into her flower, Jazzy allowed herself to calm with the pleasure. Victor's fingers caressed her skin, and with a free hand he opened his jeans and reached to draw out his masculinity.

Jazzy watched Victor's fingers stroke along his tool with need. It was close enough to her that she brought her hand over to touch it in his stead. Victor moved his own hand away in pleasant surprise as Jazzy worked her grip along his length.

Mack drew her flesh into his mouth to suck lightly, and she wrapped her legs over his shoulders in enjoyment. As she tugged on Victor's shaft and squirmed, Jazzy grew more comfortable under the presence of the two powerful men. She worked her hand across Victor's member with a desire to have it fill her as well. She wanted to know what both of her bedroom partners felt like.

Her excitement for Victor's tool only seemed to give him an idea. As Mack continued kissing and licking Jazzy, Victor moved over Jazzy's face and raised her arms high, crossing her wrists and pinning her against the bed. Her chest heaved with frantic breathing as she took in the sight. Victor looked so large and daunting so close to her face, and she struggled weakly against his forceful hold.

Eventually, Mack removed his mouth and straightened. From a slight angle, Jazzy watched him tug at his own shaft, keeping it at its perfect curve. Mack watched Victor angle his member to Jazzy's mouth, and she lifted her head to press a small kiss to the tip.

"Help lift her up," he ordered Victor. "You'll like this, Jasmine."

Jazzy was pulled up from the bed, and Mack sat down. His proud rod stood upward fiercely, compelling her to come closer, her fingers itching to touch it.

"Sit on my lap," he urged, but his hand stroked the base of his manhood, and she knew what he really meant.

Taking a deep breath, Jazzy straddled Mack's legs and lowered her wetness down over his prominent tool. He slid into her easily, and she gripped onto his biceps as she made her way downward further, allowing him to fill her completely. She heard Victor behind her give a small groan of want, and he moved forward a little closer.

"Don't worry," Mack reassured as he leaned back some, lifting Jazzy up to give Victor a good view of what they were doing.

"I'll be gentle," breathed Victor as he ran his fingers between Jazzy's legs. He collected her nectar on his fingertips, and then used it to moisten his shaft tip. From there, Victor pressed the head of his member against Jazzy's other entrance, then pushed inward slowly.

Jazzy gasped in shock, clinging hard to Mack as Victor forced his way deeper into her. It burned only for a moment, as once Victor was deep enough, he and Mack held onto Jazzy to fall into a rhythm of thrusting hips. Jazzy closed her eyes for a moment and fell against Mack's chest, moaning with bliss at the feeling.

Both men were so hungry for pleasuring themselves inside her that she arched her back and let them take her. Victor's nails dug a little into her hips, but she didn't mind the sting. The rocking sensation of Mack's subtle gyration combined with Victor's almost forceful pounding had Jazzy melting with enjoyment. How could she have doubted this at all?

Victor pressed hungry kisses down her back, and even some soft bites. The little pinches here and there created contrast to Mack's constant gentle behavior. She welcomed the variety.

Mack took a firm hold onto Jazzy's body and pushed for her to lift off of him. She brought her body up and watched as his thick rod slipped out of her, still so erect, and Victor removed himself as well.

Mack's secure arms aided her onto her back on the bed, and then he lifted himself up and over her head. She gazed in awe at the impressive view of Mack's masculinity, and with a delicate hand she curled her fingers around his base and pressed a kiss to the tip. From between Mack's legs, Jazzy watched as Victor spread open her thighs and drove his swollen spear deep into her warmth.

The sudden force against her sweet spot forced out another moan from her lips, and she took Mack's shaft into her mouth, running her tongue along the underside. His velvet flesh felt that much more exquisite to her as he pressed his hand to her head and curled his fingers in her hair with dominance. His hips rushed forward, and his rod rubbed down her throat. She swallowed him with relish as Victor continued his fluid pattern of thrusting.

Jazzy's center was nearly in pain with hot need. She wanted their attention more, and she wanted it harder. Lifting and spreading her legs wider, she suckled on Mack's manhood just a little more before pulling away to beg them.

"Please! Give it to me….fuck me!"

Victor's body pressed harder and quicker against hers as he increased his efforts, and Mack pressed Jazzy's head against the mattress to finally pierce down her throat with wild abandon. Occasionally as Mack lifted out of her throat, she moaned or cried with sheer elation.

As she opened herself more to the two men and their relentless members, she found herself climbing toward a euphoric climax. Mack released his seed first, and the warmth and taste erupted in her mouth. She swallowed and licked at his tip more as Victor stroked her inner canal twice more, and then she came. The release swelled over her body, and Victor removed himself before he finished as well, his own essence painting over Jazzy's thighs.

Gasping and dizzy, still suspended in the floating sensation of afterglow, Jazzy drank in all that she could of the tingle and sensitivity. Mack lifted himself off of her before pulling her into his lap, one protective arm closed around her shoulders. She gazed up at his eyes in happiness. The genuine care that he expressed in his own was more than Jazzy could have ever asked for.

A couple of minutes later, Mack helped Jazzy into a hot shower with him. Victor had been kind enough to fetch a couple of towels and place them on the bathroom counter. As the steaming water rained over Jazzy's body, she held onto Mack tightly, never wishing to let go.

"This isn't a onetime thing, is it?" she asked in a hushed tone, though loud enough to be audible over the rushing water.

Mack embraced her. "No, I would never do that to you. I have real feelings for you, Jasmine."

Jazzy smiled delicately and pressed a small kiss to Mack's broad chest. "You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, Mack," she sighed.

As Mack combed his fingers through her damp hair, he smiled back and whispered, "You are my dream come true as well."

The statement brought her to another sense of calm, and she rested in the shower with him until the water ran chill.

*****

The next morning, Jazzy rested against Mack on the couch that Victor had been reading on the night previously. Victor was kind enough to offer to make breakfast for everyone, and stood in the kitchen prepping a meal. Jazzy lifted her head from Mack's chest to look him in the eyes, smiling.

"So you never discussed possible future shoots with me," she teased.

Mack smirked. "I think the next shoot we'll do, will be one of you in the bedroom naked, and will go in my personal album."

She tried to contain a giggle. "In all seriousness, Mack. What did you have in mind?"

Mack's eyes gleamed with future possibilities as he looked up at the ceiling. "Perhaps a new trip deeper into the woods with more scenery. I'd like to get a good few shots of you beside the river, or even at the Arrowhead caves."

"Sounds nice," Jazzy uttered, resting her head back on his chest. "When?"

Mack's hands trailed over her back slowly, and he kissed the top of her head. Instead of answering her, he lifted her chin to look her once more in the eyes. "Jasmine, do I make you happy?"

"Of course, Mack. I've never been happier."

His face relaxed, looking serene. "Good."

As Jazzy gazed at him, she felt it in her heart that she truly did feel this was her new home. She was Mack's now, Victor was soon to be an intimate friend, and she’d found her modeling job... But more than anything, she'd discovered that she'd obtained her greatest wish, and Jazzy would treasure the many beautiful moments to come.