Rescued by Her Wolves (Paranormal Werewolf Menage Steamy Romance) (6 page)

“What the fuck?!” I shouted in a mixture of fear and exhilaration. “What the hell
are
you?”

“You’ve forced our hand, you curvy little minx.” Craig chuckled as the air around his skin began to glimmer. The hair atop his head rippled across his body and his muscles swelled. Before he was finished, he jumped out the mouth of the cave. Fleeing to the edge, I watched his body contort as he rolled down the slope, immediately transforming into a massive
bear
as he leapt into the fracas below.

Their roars bounded off the mountain walls as they fought. All I could do was clutch the side of the cave mouth and stare incredulously as the bears battled the wildcats. Snarls escaped at the top of their lungs as they swiped their claws, viciously attacking the cats that had tried to rip me to shreds.

Their battle raged on for fifteen minutes, until three of the wildcats lay on the ground, defeated for good. The remaining two, snarling and hissing, turned tail and tried to scamper into the forest. The bear who had been Craig lunged in after them, unwilling to let them leave with their lives. After a moment of rumbling, I heard the faint sounds of screeching…and then silence.

As Craig-bear returned from the trees, all three of them gazed up the mountain to face me. Trembling, I pulled free from the cave mouth and crept backwards into the temporary safety of the stone recess, listening to the rumbling as they ascended the mountain after me…

But it was not a pack of bears who lumbered into the cave, but a pack of three tired, incredibly handsome, naked men. They wandered groggily towards the fire, and Sven dropped down to refuel the smoldering flame with an armful of twigs and debris.

“You guys…are
bears
,” I murmured in incredulity. “Actual, real-life bears.”

“That is correct,” Craig answered, clutching his side. “You see now why we shun contact with humankind. You wouldn’t understand us, and you’d interfere with our lives, tear us apart with your
tools
and try to…”

He stumbled against the side of the cave. Even in the faint light, I could see that he left something behind as he pushed free. Something glistening…
red
…

“Oh my god, you’re injured!” I cried out. I instinctively reached for my shirt, hoping to rip free a makeshift tourniquet, only to remember that I was in what was effectively underwear…and that all of them were naked.

“I don’t…we’ve got to stop the blood!”

“It is no use,” Lars told me, eying Craig with remorseful concern. “His wound is quite deep. He won’t survive it for long.”

“But there has to be
something
we can do!” I was holding him now, clamped onto his rugged, chiseled shoulders. “Something I can do…
anything
…”

“There is…a way,” Lars replied.

“No,” Craig whispered, his voice hoarse. “It is too much. I won’t allow it.”

“What is it?” I demanded, grabbing Lars now. “You’ve
got
to tell me.”

Craig turned away in disgust, seated against the cave wall. He was already starting to grow pale, and I could see sweat glistening on his brow as his chest heaved.

“We are werebear shifters,” Lars explained. “It is what allows us to change from bear to man and back again. This gift, it grants us incredible strength and speed. And there is a way to recover from injuries such as his.”

“How?” I repeated. “What do I need to do?”

“Mate,” Sven chimed in. “We can regenerate injuries, cheat death, but only by mating. The primal lust overpowers us, but it heals us as well…and it may just save our alpha male from the edge of death.”

“I won’t allow it,” Craig answered. “You cannot make that kind of commitment.”

The danger I had been in had kept me occupied, but with my aggressors put down, that danger was over. I glanced between the three of them — three handsome, rugged,
highly attractive
specimens of what it meant to be a
real
man. In the same thought, I recalled how they had saved me, time and time again — rescuing me from the forest and reviving me, staving off wildcats not once, but
twice
…

And their ferocity had been an
incredible
turn-on. I felt protected with them, nurtured even, and they were large, indomitable forces of their own. The shifters had told me that they were the lords of the forest — and after everything I had see, I fully believed them.

Getting to
fuck
one of them was just icing on the cake.

I gazed seductively at Craig, unclasping my bra from behind. As I tossed it to the side, my thick, supple bosom fell free from its restraints, and my puffy nipples graced the air — begging for attention.

“I’m all yours, Craig,” I told him. “Mate me like the animal you are.”

Craig growled lightly, turning his face away again. “You don’t understand…it’s not just me. You can’t mate just
one
…”

“You must mate all,” Lars hungrily whispered in my ear, as Sven descended upon my breast, consumed with lust.

*              *              *              *

As Craig watched, slumped in the corner, the other two shifters began to squeeze at my breasts and kiss my skin. Their grasping, needful hands snaked up my curves and took hold of my supple pillows.

Sven took my nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth as he began to suck gingerly, engulfing my puffy nub with his lips. I cooed, squeezing his head in the crook of my arm as my hand grasped at his hair. Soon, Lars joined him, descending to take the other between his own lips. Clasping onto both shifters, I let them taste my nipples, their hands squeezing and kneading my breasts all the while. I felt my thighs rub together as my loins purred to life, needing attention.

“Come on, Craig,” I whispered soothingly. “Take me. I’ll all yours…all of yours.”

He grumbled, still clenching into his side. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of my thick, curvaceous body, and one look at his unwavering, piercing green gaze told me how much he wanted to really take me.

The shifters plucked themselves free from my body. Sven was encapsulating my lips in his, and our tongues began to swirl around each other, sliding together in a dance of carnal passion. He took my head into his strong, calloused hands, hungrily tasting my mouth. While this was going on, Lars was kissing his way down my body, eager to see the rest of me. His lips peppering a trail down my belly, he snagged at my bikini bottom with his teeth, before moving to kiss the interiors of my thighs. I squealed in delight into Sven’s mouth as Lars continued to tease me, snapping the string to my bottoms with his teeth every so often.

Opening my eyes, I gave Craig one last, forlorn glance. He was hungrily watching with rapt attention, pale as could be, and I knew that I needed to rile him up to save his life.

“Fuck me, boys,” I begged. “Mate me as hard as you can.”

Within seconds, I was down on the ground, the furs whipped beneath my skin. Lars was plucking my bikini bottom free, casting the final garment aside as my wet, needful pussy was finally exposed. Hungrily, his face descended into my folds, lapping away at my juices with animalistic, primal
need
.

Sven, on the other hand, grasped my head and parted my lips around his thick, girth shifter shaft. I felt the crown of his head pushing at the back of my throat, and wrapped my tongue around his dick as he began to thrust between my lips. I loved how rough he was being, and how much he groaned with the motions. As he dominated my mouth, my hand squeezed my pillowy breast and toyed with my nipple as I grabbed the other shifter by the tufts of his hair, marrying his tongue to my inner walls.

“Oh god,” I could barely blurt at Lars out as Sven withdrew to stroke himself for a moment, his cock inches from my lips. “Please don’t stop—“

Sven’s shaft was back inside, punishing the inside of my mouth. He threw his leg over the other side and sat against my face, pressing his hands to the ground and thrusting his cock into my mouth with his highest intensity. I loved every second of it, sucking him down and pleasing him with my throat while his shifter brother continued to taste me.

My other hand joined the first, and I clamped my thighs together around his head as he sucked on my clit. His firm, pink tongue slid across my bead, stimulating me while two fingers descended into the wet chasm that was my pussy. I felt him expertly manipulate my eager g-spot as he sucked and teased my hood.

But even as I squirmed on the ground beneath them both, I knew I needed more…and so did Craig, who wasn’t shoving them aside to pillage my body yet. So, I pushed both of them off, hopping onto all fours. Giving a wink and wiggling my ass tantalizingly, I smirked as sexily as I could at the shifters.

“I’m ready when you are…”

They gave each other a short, wicked smile and descended on me again. Lars pulled in front of me, grabbing me by my hair and pulling my mouth onto his thick cock. As much as he had pleased me, I was all too willing to reciprocate, and I inhaled his thick, bobbing shifter cock with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

Sven, on the other hand, positioned himself behind me. To my surprise, instead of inserting himself inside me, I felt his hand come crashing down upon my ass.

Wham
!

“Fuck!” I blurted out, pulling myself free from the girth shaft between my lips. “That’s…oh god…do that again!”

Sven grinned mercilessly at me and delivered another crushing blow against my cheeks.
Wham
! My body almost buckled, but I held my composure as I felt the cool air stinging my reddening buttocks. Without needing a request, he delivered —
Wham
! — Another, and then —
Wham
! — Another, and as Lars forced his cock back into my mouth, —
Wham
! — And then —!
Wham
! — And —
Wham
!
Wham
!
Wham
!

I was a delirious puddle of pleasure as he tenderized my ass, finally grasping his thick cock in his hand, wedging himself into my soaked, slippery pussy, and clamping onto my hips with his strong, capable hands. Lars commanded the intensity of our rhythm, forcing me to accept the jackhammering ferocity of his thrusts.

I was never happier that I lacked a gag reflex than that night.

Sven continued to thrust with wild abandon into my pussy, slapping my ass for good measure every once in a while. I felt the puffy lips to my wet chasm quivering with delight, and I did my best to slam my curvy hips
hard
against his body as he fucked me.

The shifters swapped places, and I was soon lapping my own juices off of Sven’s rock-hard cock as Lars pummeled my welcoming pussy.
Still no Craig
, I thought to myself sadly for a moment — but not too long, as I was being pummeled by two other,
very
panty-drenching shifters.

As my passion began to mount within my body, threatening an early orgasm, I felt Lars begin to tighten up against me. He was becoming rougher with my throat, holding onto my head with both hands now as his thick, uncompromising shifter cock punished my mouth. I knew he was going to lose his load soon, and I relaxed my throat as much as I could to welcome his gift.

Sven, too, was starting to go rigid behind me, his thrusting guck my pillowy hips against his own tight pelvis harder and faster.

The moment came, and Lars pushed his cock into my mouth as far as he could as his body tensed up. Rope after rope of his hot, steamy shifter cum splattered against the back of my throat, and I welcomed every last drop until he fell to the ground, writhing in pleasure.

Swallowing it all, but letting the salty taste linger against my tongue, I felt Sven go rigid against my hips, his cock thrusting as deep into my pussy as it physically could. Grabbing onto my ass with every ounce of intensity that he had, I felt his balls empty their shifter seed into my wet, slick pussy, as he clutched onto me with his remaining strength. Finally, he plucked his spent cock free, sliding onto the floor in a haze of relaxation.