The Alpha's Willing Captive (Historical Paranormal Werebear Steamy Romance) (3 page)

The wild freedom went right to her head and she laughed out loud, wrapping her arms around Tristan and pulling him down to her. His chest mashed against her breasts, her nipples stiffening and standing at attention, fairly breaking through the soft fabric of her chemise. She moaned into Tristan's mouth and he answered her with a rough growl.

Another growl thrilled through her, this one from Byrn as he knelt down behind her. As Tristan's lips traced a line down her neck to the swell of her breasts, Byrn's hand slid up her leg, cupping her slim ankle before sliding up her calf and along the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She felt a downward surge rushing to meet his hand. "Ah," she sighed as she felt the tight bud of longing in her chest finally beginning to bloom.

"You smell delicious, my lady," Byrn's voice rumbled through her as he pressed his lips to the base of her spine. Her breath caught in her throat as he spoke again. "I wonder if you taste just as delicious."

He lifted her chemise, exposing the hot flesh of her sex to the cool air of the cave. Somehow, even that small sensation was enough to send Delia's nerves singing. She sagged against Tristan, who caught her in his strong arms even as his lips never left her skin.

When Byrn's tongue first pressed against her hot center, she nearly exploded. A shower of sparks rained down her spine as his tongue lapped against her soft folds, greedily licking the juices that had collected there. "Yes, you do taste as sweet as you smell," he growled against her.

"I want a taste," Tristan rumbled into her breast.

Delia gasped as she felt herself roughly lifted into the air, cradled in Byrn's strong arms as Tristan slung her legs over his shoulders and buried his face between her legs with a sigh.

Delia's strength gave out, and her head lolled back onto Byrn's shoulder as Tristan's tongue swirled madly along her slippery sex. He took her tight, fiercely buzzing nub into his lips, nibbling slightly as she gasped. The shockwave of sensation rolled through her and she arched her hips, silently begging him to focus all his attention there, there, there.

Tristan growled like he had heard her and flicked his tongue out again. He began a mad, flickering dance along that hardened pearl, sucking, nibbling and licking so greedily that Delia felt like she was being devoured.

The slow, spreading heat that had been burning through her since she first saw them change boiled higher, becoming hot flames that licked inside of her chest. She gasped again as the fire burned with a sudden violence. Her whole body went rigid as the flames whipcracked through her body, burning her until she was reduced to ash.

When her cries died down, Tristan and Byrn growled in unison, a dangerous sound full of promise. Delia felt herself lowered down, and she sagged bonelessly onto the soft, fur-lined floor.

Byrn tugged her chemise over her head and she lifted her arms willingly. His mouth went directly to the pink peak of her breast, his tongue curling around the sensitive flesh. She gasped again, just as she felt the hard press of iron against her tight entrance.

Her eyes flew open to see Tristan hovering above her. His rogid cock was pressed up against her. She could feel herself quivering in expectation and readiness, but he seemed to be waiting for something.

She arched her hips upward, pressing the soft lips against him so that he sank slightly into her. When she felt herself stretching to accept him, the flood of desire that poured through her made her cry out loud, "Yes!"

That was what Tristan had been waiting for. At the sound of her cry, he plunged himself inside of her, impaling her on that rigid pole. Delia cried out through gritted teeth at the sudden fullness. She felt the fluttering and clutching inside of her as her shocked center grappled with the immensity of him. He was stretching her to her utmost, almost to the point of  pain, but she clutched at his strong back and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him higher and further than anyone had been before.

Byrn growled against her breast, suckling greedily, his sharp teeth dragging against the tightly puckered skin of her nipple, his suckling moving in time with Tristan's slow thrusts. The sensation of them, of both of them, was so incredible, so beyond her wildest fantasies, that she felt herself began to quiver. Even with Geoffrey she had never found release with sex before. But now, with Tristan's cock sliding in and out of her, his skilled thrusts hitting every pleasure point in her body, the incredible feel of Byrn's mouth on her skin, it all broke her down until she was nothing more than a quivering, yelping mass of desire. Once more the intensity swirled inside of her, a slower fire this time, but one that burned on and on, not extinguishing until she was light-headed and the edges of her sight dimmed.

In the back of her head she wondered how Byrn could be content with just pleasuring her breasts. But her thoughts did not linger there for long. All at once, Tristan's beautiful face contorted into a snarl, clearly showing the animal that lurked there under a skin. With a guttural roar, he buried himself inside of her up to the hilt and she felt his cock twitch inside of her. The hot spurt of his release sent her into yet another frenzy as she clawed his back; just as much of an animal as he was.

When he pulled himself free, she closed her eyes and moaned softly at the loss, but she didn't have long to mourn. Her eyes flew open again to find Byrn lifting her, rolling her over so that she was suddenly on her hands and knees, her sex exposed.

Byrn stood behind her, gripping her hips. Before she could protest that she had never been taken this way, like a dog, like an
animal,
he thrust himself inside of her with a savagery that took her aback. She yelped and fell forward onto her elbows as his cock pounded into her. She gripped the fur and held on for dear life as the punishing thrusts began overwhelming her. She felt the waves of pleasure building up inside of her almost in spite of the pain of it and the sensation felt almost like drowning. She began to gasp in time with Byrn's thrusts, little yelping breaths that sounded more animal than human.

When Byrn's skillful fingers found her nub, the shockwave that poured through her was unlike anything she had felt before. She opened her mouth and screamed, long and loud and wild as he threw back his own head and roared out his release, burying himself so deep inside she was sure he would split her in half. She lifted her head to cry out again, but her scream was muffled by Tristan's lips slamming into hers. He kissed her hard, pulling her into his lap as Byrn collapsed against her back, his lips pressed to her shoulder. Delia felt the aftershocks subside and suddenly she was very, very sleepy. The last thing she remembered before sleep overtook her was Tristan's fingers gently brushing the fallen hair away from her face.

*****

The dawn rose hot and heavy, the morning dew evaporating into a swirling mist that hung low along the entrance to the cave, obscuring the forest beyond. Delia stood up from the carpet of furs, naked and unencumbered, her breasts jutting upward as she took in a great lungful of air. The ability to breathe without a stay catching her made her almost giddy.

"No one knows where I am," she mused, eyeing the tawny, perfect bodies of Byrn and Tristan where they lay, still tumbled over in sleep. "If Ginny made it home, everyone will think I am dead.  And that means..." she smiled slightly to herself, "that I can do as I please."

She padded barefoot over to where the two men slept. Perhaps she would grow tired of them someday; after all Lady Cordelia Wainwright was known for her stubbornness. But not right now. No, right now, she had everything she could want and she wasn't about to let it go.

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(WEREWOLF SHIFTER FMM MENAGE STEAMY ROMANCE)

By Nikki Wild

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THE WEREWOLVES INNOCENT QUEEN

(WEREWOLF SHIFTER MENAGE EROTIC ROMANCE)

She thought they wanted her life. But they really wanted her body

The old woman settled the sacrificial cloak across her shoulders, and then Tarla bravely set off into the woods.  Raised from birth to be her village's sacrifice to their wolf protectors, she believes she is walking forward to her doom.  Especially when the two huge wolves walk towards her with their slavering jaws.

Imagine her surprise when the wolves transform into men.

It turns out the tales of her village were wildly wrong.  The wolves' demand is not for a sacrifice but a queen. A queen that will be a mate for the entire pack.

But in order to gain their allegiance, she must first bond with them.

And the way shifters bond is public, rough, erotic...and all at once.