Sam (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 2) (188 page)

“Mmmm,” he said, his head dipping down. He took another drink from his glass and turned around. “I think you might be right.”

“When will you learn, Helmut?” Sven said, coming to join us. “She’s always right.”

Helmut took another drink and pressed his lips to mine. My lips parted and the burn of whiskey assailed my mouth, scorching my throat as it went down. His hands cupped my breasts. From behind I felt Sven run his hands up my inner thigh.

“I’m still hungry for you, my Grace,” Sven said, bending
 
across the table to kiss the back of my calf. “I’m afraid the battle only heightened my appetite.”

All I could do was moan as these two men put their mouths on my body. I reached down to grab Helmut’s prick, his thick sausage growing larger with each lustful second we pressed our bodies together.

“Lie down,” Helmut said, his golden eyes looking down at me. That voice, oh God that voice! I felt myself getting wetter with each word.

I obeyed, lying down on the table. I opened my legs, letting the men enjoy the full aroma of my arousal, my need for them. Their Grace, a bitch in heat for them to take.

Sven lay down on the table alongside me, his mouth attending to my wet slit. “You taste so incredible. You’re amazing. I can taste your need, Clarissa.”

Helmut looked down at my open legs, at his Seneschal dutifully licking me. He growled, deep and low, his cock almost fully erect. He bent down, his face next to Sven’s, and he too began licking me.

I cried out in ecstasy. Two faces, pressed cheek to cheek, between my legs. Their tongues attacked my quivering sex, giving me no respite. My clit and folds were pressed, licked, and sucked. Each man was desperate to taste me, to savor my need. No drop of my juices escaped their hunting mouths. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I cried.

“Mmmhmmmnnn,” Sven mumbled against my pussy. He fiendishly sucked on my clit, trapping it between his lips while Helmut’s tongue dipped inside me. I felt a finger softly stroke my asshole.

The warmth from the roaring fire spread through my soul as I exploded in orgasm. My legs shook violently and I flooded the mouths of these two men with my my juices They lapped them up eagerly.
 

“You’re a delight to all the senses, Clarissa,” Helmut said, leaving delicate kisses on my inner thigh. His lips shimmered with the gloss from my pussy.

I turned my head to the right and took Sven into my mouth. I licked the salty pre-cum off the head of my cock, his thick vein pumping hard against my lips. His scent, his musk, was different. This morning it had been care-free. Now I could smell the fear, the stress.

“What a fantastic cocksucker,” he said. He licked his finger and pressed against my asshole. “Let’s get you ready again.”

Helmut leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth. His stubble scratched my sensitive skin, his brown hair falling across my chest like a mop. Small bolts of lightning shot across my torso as he lightly bit down on my sensitive peak.

I bobbed my head sideways, eager to relieve Sven of his pent up need. His balls hung down across one thigh, lazy and heavy. As if they knew the power they held. “I hope you’re both ready to fuck me blind,” I said. I gasped as Sven’s finger pushed past my sphincter and began pumping in and out of me.

“My Grace, I don’t think you’ll be walking for a week,” Helmut said, climbing up onto the table to kneel next to my face. He put three fingers inside me. “Now suck your Alpha’s cock.”

I obeyed, pulling my mouth off Sven’s cock and turning the other way to suck Helmut. His purple crown hung low, a pale snake looking for a warm wet hole. I took him into my mouth, savoring the taste of his virile seed.
 

He grunted, his hairy balls tickling my cheek. His other hand grabbed my breast and twisted my nipple roughly.
 

I put a hand on each cock, supplementing my mouth with hard strokes. I took my mouth off Helmut and went back to Sven. After licking and sucking him clean, I went back to Helmut.

Then I pulled both men closer to me, bringing both their cock heads into my mouth at the same time. Two huge staffs battled between my cheeks, leaking their seed all over my tongue and each other.

“Such skill,” Sven said as he looked down at me, his fat cock pressing up against Helmut’s.

“Mmmmmrmhhrm,” I said. My hands cupped their balls, juggling their heavy stones and encouraging them to unleash.

“So close…” Helmut said, and I felt him try to pull back. My hand closed around the base of his cock like a vice grip, holding him in place.

“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.