by Marla Monroe
“Ride me, baby girl. Put my dick into your hot, slick pussy for me.” The husky timbre of his voice had her instantly aroused again.
Wren couldn’t believe how talking dirty to her got her juices flowing so easily. She never would have believed it. Maybe it was just that is was her mates’ dirty words that turned her on. At that moment, Wren didn’t care. All she could think about was how good it was going to feel to have Warren’s thick cock filling her cunt. She could already imagine the exquisite burn of him stretching her as he slid deep inside of her.
Once again his hard shaft slid along her slit and Wren grabbed it to line the crown up with her pussy. The pressure of the mushroom-shaped cockhead had Wren catching her breath. He was so thick and hard. It was almost overwhelming. As he slowly slid inside of her, heat burned through her tissues. Wren threw her head back and let gravity take over until she was so full of cock, breathing became a conscious effort.
“Fuck! So tight, baby girl.” Warren’s hands gripped her hips as he gave a quick thrust.
“Warren,” she breathed.
“Got you, Wren. Let me do the work. Just relax and feel me love you.”
Warren caressed her hips before lifting her almost completely off his thick, hard cock then thrusting upward as he pulled her down. Each time he did this, Wren’s body almost convulsed in pleasure. His cock hit all her sweet spots.
“Damn it’s good. Too good.” Warren’s almost guttural groan sent even more thrills along her spine. “Eason. Got to move, brother. Can’t hold out much longer. She’s so fucking hot and tight.”
“Lay over Warren, wild pup. Just relax and let me get this sweet ass ready for me.” Eason gently pressed his big hand against her back and rubbed it as she tried to relax.
Callused hands massaged her ass cheeks before spreading them wide and a cold wet tongue licked her crack. She’d never felt anything like that. Warm lube drizzled down her crack followed by a firm finger that massaged it into her back hole. More lube and more pressure until one of Eason’s fingers slowly breached her ass. He gently moved it in and out until she was soon taking his entire finger.
“Doing great, Wren. You’re going to be so hot and tight when I get inside of you. Relax and let me take care of you.” Eason sounded as if he were in pain as he moved his finger in and out of her back hole.
Eason pulled his finger out and a second later, more of the warmed lubricant slid along her crack and the big bear even squeezed some into her ass. When he returned to press against her dark hole, it was with two fingers this time. Just as he pushed them into her, Warren began to rock his hips, moving his thick cock inside her cunt in an amazing way.
By the time she’d gotten used to the slow, gentle rhythm, Eason had both fingers deep inside her ass, rotating them and thrusting in and out. She was surprised it didn’t hurt other than a slightly uncomfortable fullness.
“Eason!” Warren’s voice sounded almost panicked this time.
“Almost ready. Don’t want to hurt her,” Eason ground out.
Wren became aware of Eason’s hips thrusting against the bed as if they had a mind of their own. Maybe they did. The big bear didn’t seem aware that he was doing it. A thrill tripped along her skin that she could get both of these big bad bears so excited that they lost a little of their control. Her wild dog instincts kicked in and Wren began moving on top of Warren.
“Holy hell, baby girl. Be still. I’m barely holding on as it is.” Warren grasped her hips and held her still on his dick. “Now, Eason. Right fucking now!”
Eason removed his fingers and seconds later, more of the slick stuff coated her puckered hole just before the big bear pressed his dick at her back opening. At first, the pressure felt almost good. She reveled in the stretch as the crown slowly entered, but an instant later, the tight ring of muscle screamed at her to stop. She was just about to tell Eason to stop when it popped past it and the burning painful pressure nearly completely disappeared.
Even as she breathed a sigh of relief, a fullness began to make her aware of just how much cock was stuffed inside of her. Eason slowly filled her ass until she had both men’s dicks inside of her at the same time. As good as it felt, she couldn’t breathe.
“God. So full. Can’t breathe,” she gasped out with an edge of panic.
Eason pulled back as Warren thrust an inch more inside of her. Then Eason pulled her back and shoved his big dick in deep while Warren pulled back. They rocked her between them in a slow, natural rhythm until they all began to burn for something more.
“Please, please.” Wren couldn’t think of what she wanted, but they had to know.
“Got you, baby girl. Hold on to us,” Warren told her through his tightly clutched teeth.
The three of them moved together until they lost their rhythm entirely. As if some string controlled the males, they struck at the same time, sinking their teeth into opposite shoulders as they reached their release. Hot cum filled her ass and her cunt as they frantically fucked her between them. Wren’s orgasm came seconds after theirs as the force of their bites brought out the full mating frenzy her wild dog tended to experience.
She bucked and wiggled, growling between screams of their names. Wren barely heard the cries of her mates as she clutched down on their spent cocks.
“What in the hell was that?” Warren managed to get out on a weak breath.
“Did she have a seizure?” Eason asked.
“Get up off of us you big ass. Help me check her.”
Wren heard them cursing each other with worry over her, but she didn’t have the strength to reassure them yet. First she had to relearn how to breathe and make her heart beat by itself again. God, what an orgasm. Was this how it would be from now on, or was it special due to their mating?
Wren yelped in surprise when Eason pulled from her sore ass. She hadn’t seen that coming. While he’d been resting there, she hadn’t been aware of any discomfort. Now was an entirely different story.
“Oh,” she moaned.
“Are you okay, Wren? Did we hurt you?” Warren’s worried tone as he slowly pulled out of her and rolled her over onto her back would have been amusing except that she wasn’t so sure they hadn’t.
“I’m okay.”
Rough tongues licked her shoulders where twin bite marks, one facing one way and the other facing the opposite direction, stung the slightest of bits. After a few passes of their rough licks the sting subsided and their ministrations reignited her arousal.
What in the hell? How can I want more already? They’ve turned me into a nymphomaniac. I’ll never be able to walk straight again if I can’t get control of whatever they’ve done to me.
“God you taste so good, wild pup. Are you okay? Really okay,” Eason asked her.
“I’m really okay. Actually I’m more than okay.” Wren ran her hands down his chest, letting her nails graze along his skin.
“Whoa, Wren. What’s going on?” he asked.
“What is it, Eason?” Warren sat up with an anxious expression. “Is something wrong?”
“Not if you’re ready to go another round I guess there isn’t,” the other bear said.
“Maybe we should have talked to her brother about wild dogs and sex first.” Amusement filled Warren’s voice as he popped her on the ass.
“Hey! What was that for?” Wren scowled at him.
“We need a little recovery time, baby girl. Calm down and we’ll oblige you in a few minutes.” Warren kissed the place on her shoulder where he’d claimed her.
Wren pouted then grinned. “Okay. I can wait—for a little while longer anyway.”
But before she knew it, Wren had fallen asleep to the sounds of two bears sawing logs.
* * * *
Early the next morning, Wren woke to hands stroking her and tongues in various spots. She couldn’t help but shiver with desire as they slowly brought her to a delicious, mind-blowing climax before taking turns filling her with their cum. Her inner wild dog rumbled her approval even though
it hadn’t been wild and crazy like she would normally have expected. Wren knew it wouldn’t take long at all for her mates to spoil her and own her soul. They already owned her heart. She needed to tell them as much, too. Soon, but not yet.
“I could probably use a shower.” She gave both bears a serious look. “Without the two of you to distract me.”
She really needed some time alone to clean herself and think about the feelings inside of her and all of the lust already trying to take control. She couldn’t function like this. Mo had never said anything to her concerning an insatiable need for her mates when they’d talked about wild dog sex and what to expect. Yeah, it had been years ago and Mo was a male, not a female. Maybe she needed to talk to the only other female wild dog still in their pack, Sharon.
Wren made a mental note to call her as soon as she could manage some alone time with a phone. Until then, she’d just have to cross her legs and try to think of other things.
Right. Like that’s going to happen with my pussy dripping and my damn nipples itching for their mouths. I’m in doggy heat. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
By the time she’d managed to dry off and dress, Wren was ready to kill two bears. They were waiting for her in the kitchen when she walked into the room. Pancakes with honey-scented syrup sat on the table along with enough bacon to clog the arteries of the entire town’s population.
Maybe I can wait to kill them until after breakfast.
Both males stood up when she walked through the doorway and scrambled to seat her at the table, asking what she wanted to drink and how many stacks of pancakes did she want to start out with.
“These are delicious!” she said with the first bite of the melt in your mouth concoction. “I’ve never heard of syrup with honey in it before.”
“Good isn’t it,” Eason said with a huge grin.
“Where do you get the honey?” She wanted to be sure they always had plenty of it in the house.
“Our old sleuth tends beehives. We brought a lot with us, but plan to start our own hives as well.” Warren added more milk to her glass.
“Will they live this far north?” she asked.
“Yes, but it will mean less honey since they’ll have a shorter growing season to gather nectar.” Eason fed her a piece of bacon between bites of gooey pancakes.
“What are you planning for today?” Wren asked, attempting to sound casual.
“We’ve already checked in with our sleuth and everyone is fine. Nothing going on. They’re working on finishing up all of the suites in the basement then we’ll start on the rooms upstairs. They had to make a change to accommodate a nursery for our Ursa. No one thought about needing more rooms for cubs,” Warren said with an embarrassed chuckle.
“I bet Serenity called that to everyone’s attention fairly quickly,” Wren teased.
“You could say that.” Eason groaned and rolled his eyes. “That female can charm the fur off a bear then turn around and scare it back on.”
Wren burst out laughing. “I bet you’ve never told her that. I can just see her learning how to skin bear and make a nice bearskin rug for her new nursery.”
“Don’t we know it!” Warren shivered then stood up. “I’ll tend to the dishes. Eason fill her in on what we’ve found out so far.”
“What’s happened?” Wren’s blood began to surge through her body.
“Hey. Calm down, Wren. It’s not anything bad. Just more news,” Eason said.
He led her into the living area and pulled her down on his lap when he’d settled on the couch. “Don’t have a clue what Stephen did with Alex, but we’ve been advised he won’t be around here anymore.”
“He can rot in hell as far as I’m concerned. He always gave me the creeps, but after seeing what he’d done to poor Vespera, I could do some real damage to his balls. He’s a sadist and should have to experience some of his own medicine.” Wren felt her body vibrate at the thought of personally dishing out some of the punishment. She wasn’t normally a bloodthirsty wild dog, but she would make an exception in his case.
“Settle down, my wild pup, before you bounce off my lap and hurt yourself.” Eason chuckled and squeezed her in his arms before pulling back to take her mouth in a deep, satisfying kiss. “As for the tranquilizer, so far all we’ve found out is that there is a group out there, separate from the rogue hunters, experimenting with drugs to control shifters. Your brother has some serious contacts out there.”
“We know the importance of keeping our enemies close. It gives us a heads-up on when we need to move on or attack,” Wren told him. “So what are we going to do about them?”
“Nothing right now. We need more information like where they’re located, where they’re based out of and who is funding them. Striking at one group isn’t going to help us stop all of them. They’ll just move and cover their tracks better.”
“I don’t like it. They’ve got my pack members. I don’t want to just wait around and let them do God knows what to them.” Wren shivered at the thought of what they could be enduring even as she sat on her mate’s lap.
“We aren’t just sitting around waiting, Wren. The bears as well as Stephen and his wolves are all working together to dig up information. Once we have enough to do something and stage a rescue, we’ll all jump on it. This affects all shifters, not just the wild dogs.
“Why were we singled out?” Wren asked.
“Not sure, but your brother thinks it’s because they saw his pack as the weaker of the shifters in this area. We’re new and bears are bigger and more aggressive when riled up. Mojave thinks that Alex was actually working with them by feeding them information somehow. We don’t know that for sure, but it would explain why they hadn’t gone after the wolves as well.”
“How does Mo sound? I could tell yesterday that he’s reconciled himself to our mating now. I’m scared for him, Eason.” Wren couldn’t bear it if he lost the battle to retain his sanity.
“He actually sounded better than I expected.” Eason rubbed his hands up and down her arms. “Stephen and his sister as well as his pack are staying with him and the other wild dogs. I don’t know how long it might be for, but Stephen isn’t wild about going back to his old territory right now. I figure he’s going to want to tear everything down and move the pack house. Plus, his wolves need to recover from their ordeal.”
“I want to help them, Eason. I can’t imagine what they went through. I would have gone crazy way before now.”
“There’s no way we’ll ever let that happen to you, sweet pup. Put that out of your head right now.”
Before Wren knew what she was going to say, it burst from her mouth.
“I love you, Eason. Both of you.”
Chapter Seventeen
Wren popped her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror at how she’d just spit it out like that.
Eason’s face registered surprise at first then melted into such pleasure Wren would have thought he’d climaxed. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her to the point of smothering her.
Talk about a bear hug!
“Warren! Come here!” he yelled so loud that Wren tried to shield her ears but couldn’t get both ears against his chest at the same time. “Hurry, brother.”
Warren slid into the living area, panic drawing his face into a tight mask. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Tell him, Wren. Tell him the best thing that’s ever happened to us, sweet pup.” Eason turned her on his lap so that her back rested against his chest with his chin on top of her head.
“I—I love you. I love you both so much it scares me,” she finally managed to get out.
Wren watched Warren’s face as what she’d just said slowly sank in. The hard mask crumbled and an expression so happy filled his face and eyes that it would have been blinding if he’d been a flashbulb. It transformed his body from tense and expecting bad news to one that couldn’t be still as he pounced on both her and Eason, making the chair moan then crack beneath them.
Warren
slid off of them to his knees and pulled her hands to his chest, resting them just over his heart. “We love you, too, baby girl. We’ve loved you since the moment we first saw you. It was like the world suddenly had color and life to it. You complete us and give us hope for the future.”
Eason pulled her back so that he could nuzzle her neck. “I’ve never had so much peace as I’ve had with you, Wren. You’ve joined my bears so that they don’t tear me apart fighting each other anymore. I’m not afraid that one day I’m going to really lose control and hurt someone anymore. You’ve given that to me and I could love you for that alone, but I don’t. I love you because you’re perfect. From the way your nose twitches when you’re angry to the way you vibrate all over with excitement. Life will never be dull with you in it and Warren and I will never grow old and fat trying to keep up with you.”
Wren wrinkled her nose. “My nose twitches?” she asked.
Both bears burst out laughing with Warren ruffling her hair. “Out of all of that the only thing you picked up on is that he said your nose twitched?”
“Well. No one has ever told me it twitches before.” She pouted. “I didn’t know it did that. Now I’m going to go cross-eyed trying to look at my nose when I get mad.”
“Don’t think about it. It’s cute as hell and makes it hard to concentrate on what you’re so mad about,” Eason told her.
“I can’t imagine my life without the two of you in it now. I can’t ignore my pack, though. They’ll always be a part of me.” She prayed they would understand.
“We wouldn’t expect you to. We want to keep a good relationship with both your African Wild Dogs and the wolves. The time has come that we are all going to have to work together to eliminate this new threat to our way of life.” Warren stood up. “Now, we need to talk about moving you into our den.”
Wren grimaced. “I just moved here. I hate moving. We moved so much it’s one of my pet peeves.”
“You don’t have to lift a finger, sweet pup. We’ll do all the work. Our den brothers will help with anything big or heavy. Do you have furniture you want to keep?” Eason asked.