Double Bear Trouble: Werebear BBW Menage Romance (Hockey Bear Season Book 1)

by Anya Nowlan

  Her eyes flicked between them as she stared at the brothers, mouth slightly parted and a devilish gleam in her eyes. Getting down on all fours, she crawled towards them, like prey waiting to be devoured.

  Dante pulled her up against him as she got to the edge, while Dominic joined her on the bed, kneeling behind her. Claiming her mouth in one more hungry kiss, Dante wrapped his hands around her waist, sighing when his cock pressed against her stomach.

  He could hear Dominic unwrap what had to have been a condom, a moment before Chloe gasped into his mouth. She broke away from the kiss, trailing her mouth down his chest and stomach. His cock twitched as he watched her mouth inch closer and closer, her hand already gripping around his length.

  And when she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, all thought left his mind.

  Twenty

  Chloe

  God, this can’t be real, Chloe thought, sweat breaking out all over her body.

  Dominic’s long, hard cock was slowly stroking into her from behind, his strong hands digging into her hips. It was a tease, a building of incomprehensible tension in her core, a feeling of fullness she had never experienced before.

  And then there was Dante. Standing tall, broad and muscular, in front of her, his eyes squeezed shut as she worked his cock with her hand and her mouth. He was warm and thick under her touch, and she struggled to take all of him inside. Her tongue lapping against the head of his throbbing erection, she took pleasure in the way he groaned and sighed, sometimes talking in a low voice under his breath.

  “Fuck, I love your mouth,” he said.

  “And I love your pussy,” Dominic added from behind her.

  Chloe wanted to reply, but the sensations taking over her body were too much. All she could do was moan and shudder as she sucked on Dante’s cock and reveled in the way Dominic’s thrusts grew faster and deeper, splitting her open and stretching her out.

  Dante buried his hands in her hair, rubbing her scalp. Dominic’s hands roamed across her back before settling on her ass, giving it a little spank. In the back of her mind, she knew this was all beyond crazy. These were men she had early on decided were nothing more than arrogant douchebags, men she could have nothing to do with. How quickly she had changed her mind.

  Now, all she cared about was the two sets of hands leaving trails of fire in their wake, and moving her hips against Dominic’s, inviting him to lose control and impale her on his cock. The orgasm Dante gave her was still spilling warmth across her body, joining up with the new strands of pleasure building inside her, waiting to explode.

  Taking Dante deep inside her mouth until she could feel him at the back of her throat, she lapped and sucked on his cock like she was starving for it. Like it was something to be worshipped.

  Because it was.

  How are they so perfect… she briefly wondered, before her thoughts were consumed with nothing more than Yes, more, faster.

  Dominic was bouncing her off his cock now, sinking into her with a guttural sound tumbling off his lips. Pulling all the way out before slamming back into her wet pussy, he gave her exactly what she needed. Nearing the point of no return, Chloe’s fingers tightened around Dante’s shaft, pumping up and down, as her head bobbed on his cock.

  Hips jerking and his head falling back, Dante muttered a low curse as his erection throbbed and exploded in her mouth, filling it with his hot, salty seed. Chloe swallowed it all down, feeling proud and somewhat delirious, like she was the one who had just scored a winning goal or something.

  The analogies were as jumbled in her head as the rest of her was.

  Dante sank down on his knees in front of her, grabbing her head and drowning her in a kiss.

  His hands trailed down her shoulders and to her breasts, his fingers seeking out her sensitive nipples and pinching them roughly. Added to the way Dominic was burying himself to the hilt in her pussy, she couldn’t have held back if she wanted to.

  Screaming into Dante’s mouth and bucking her hips against Dominic, she let the wave of ecstasy wash over her, making her tremble under the intensity. The second orgasm came easier, like she’d finally opened herself up to something she’d been denying herself for far too long. Screaming and writhing, she rode her climax out as Dominic kept pumping away, finding his release a few moments later with a room-shaking roar.

  I’ve never made someone roar before, she thought deliriously.

  Stars danced behind her eyelids while her sated body collapsed on the bed. Her skin still burned as she drifted into post-orgasmic bliss, tucked under the cool sheets by two pairs of rough hands.

  She tried to stay awake, to revel in the aftershocks a bit longer, but sleep claimed her. The murmur of low voices accompanied her as she passed out, a smile on her face, her head propped up on Dominic’s broad chest.

  Chloe woke up to feeling uncomfortably warm. Slowly opening her eyes and moving her arms so she could sit up, she realized why. She was in Dante’s bedroom, sandwiched between him and Dominic, crowded by their large bodies. They were all completely naked, and for a moment, it brought a blush to her cheeks, as ridiculous as that was.

  After all they’d done last night, seeing the brothers nude should be the last thing making her bashful. Hadn’t she practically begged them to sleep with her, after all? Now that was something to blush about, alright.

  I’m never going to be able to live this down with Amy, she thought, the first semi-rational thought to hit her head.

  Yet nestled in between the guys, she felt strangely at peace. She had been kidding herself, thinking she could keep a professional distance, and naïve when she decided they could be just friends.

  The chemistry between them was too strong, and none of them could have fought it any longer. Sooner or later they were going to give in, and wasn’t sooner better, in the long run? Now that the pretense of being ‘friends’ was over, they could think about what this really meant.

  Looking at Dante’s and Dominic’s firm chests rising and falling, their blond hair all mussed up and their perfect bodies curled around her, she realized there was no place she’d rather be than right here.

  A small part of her was still screaming somewhere in the back of her mind, shocked she would have sex with her clients and downright appalled she fucked them both at the same time. That was not the endgame she’d envisioned. Well, okay… that was exactly what she had daydreamed about, but it certainly wasn’t supposed to happen!

  But that voice grew ever quieter as she thought back on how amazing last night had been.

  Pleasing them both while they rocked her body was a rush she had never felt before, and the connection she had formed with the both of them was real. They were unapologetic with their boasting my-way-or-the-highway attitude, but at least they were upfront about it. They knew what they were worth and they knew what they wanted, and they weren’t afraid to express it.

  And they want me, Chloe couldn’t help but think with a smile.

  Having always put a high price on honesty, she could appreciate their unrepentant candor. And there was more to them than just their public persona. She had spent enough time alone with them by now to know that.

  In the end, all that mattered was that they made her feel good and she felt safe and cared for around them. They were stuck together in Shifter’s Grove, anyway, so why not enjoy the time they had together?

  There was only one problem. Personal reservations aside, the twins were still her clients. And what had happened was unprofessional on the highest degree.

  Maybe if this was just a one-time thing, she could brush it off. But if she wanted something more sustainable with the brothers, being their agent was a big no-no.

  Is that what I want? A relationship, with the both of them? Chloe asked herself, surprised at where her thoughts were taking her, glancing at both of the big, slumbering bears. And if it is, is that what they want?

  Twenty-One

  Dominic

  Feeling Chloe move next to him, Dominic snapped
his eyes open. His brother did the same, and for a moment, they were left to awkwardly stare at each other while a naked Chloe pushed herself up on her elbows between them.

  Yet it was only weird for a moment. If it hadn’t been clear before, it was now. Chloe was their mate. And sharing a mate was nothing but natural when it came to shifter twins, even if they never wanted to share anything else.

  Like how Dante never let Dominic borrow his Mustang. Or how Dominic would rather die than let his brother touch the gaming computer he built for himself.

  “Not getting ready to run out on us, are you?” he asked, arching a brow at Chloe.

  “That would be something. And she calls us the playboys,” Dante grinned.

  “Where would I even run? It’s not like I can get away from you two here,” she rolled her eyes, a smile hovering over her lips. “And after last night, I don’t think running would solve anything, anyway. What’s done is done.”

  “Not a particularly romantic way of looking at it, but I’ll take it,” Dominic teased, sheets rustling around him as he sat up.

  “You know what I mean,” Chloe sighed. “The cards are on the table. We obviously have something going on here.”

  “More than we could have bargained for,” Dante added quietly.

  “What does that mean?” Chloe asked, looking from him to Dominic.

  I guess we were going to have to tell her eventually, Dominic thought, throwing his brother an annoyed glance. I could have done with some more lying around in bed, without trying to explain the dynamics of shifter relationships, though.

  “You know about mates, right?” he started, testing the waters.

  Chloe shrugged nonchalantly.

  “Sure. One of the clients I worked with then I was still an assistant agent got married recently. He felt compelled to explain why he was acting like a schoolboy with his first love,” Chloe laughed, her nose crinkling in the most adorable way.

  Her laughter stopped abruptly as she realized where he was heading with the question.

  “You can’t be saying…” she trailed off.

  “Shifter twins are known to share mates. It’s been speculated it has something to do with our similar genetic makeup, but who really knows,” Dante shrugged. “I’ve never put much thought into it, until now.”

  “Who cares about what some scientists think, anyway? The fact is, you’re our mate. No pressure,” Dominic grinned, more carefree than he probably had reason to be.

  Chloe was still obviously processing this information, and she was also probably still adjusting to the idea of Dominic and Dante being her lovers as well as her clients, but he wasn’t all that concerned. The connection shifters had with their mates wasn’t one-sided. If she was feeling even a fraction of the pull they felt towards her, it would take a lot to scare her away.

  Especially after last night, he smiled to himself, his cock already hard at sharing a bed with a naked Chloe. Spirits above, could she be any more delicious?

  “Boys, no offense, but that’s kind of a lot to take in,” Chloe said, sounding somewhat anxious but thankfully far from panicked.

  All things considered, she was taking it pretty well.

  “Don’t mind Dante. He takes everything so seriously,” Dominic commented with a shrug.

  “She had a right to know,” his brother grumbled in response.

  “And now she knows. We don’t have to make a big deal out of it. Let’s just see how it goes,” Dominic replied, giving Chloe an encouraging smile.

  Though this couldn’t be an even bigger deal if we tried…

  “Besides, she already said she’s stuck with us. And from the sounds coming from her last night, she won’t be scurrying back to her own bedroom at the mention of the word ‘mate’. She can’t quit as now that she’s had a taste,” he teased, peppering his words by planting small kisses on Chloe’s shoulder.

  “We’ve been agreeing more and more since she came into our lives, brother,” Dante grinned at him, as Chloe huffed and rolled her eyes even harder than before.

  But from the way her lips tugged upward, he knew it was all an act. They had won her over, and there was nothing she could do about it now.

  You’re ours, little Miss Chloe Marks. And we’re not going to let you go.

  Dominic was basically flying on the ice, maneuvering the puck with ease through the obstacle course set up at the rink. He was sweating slightly under the heavy equipment, being put through the ringer by Coach’s drills.

  But he wasn’t tired. In fact, he had more energy than ever before. Just knowing Chloe was in the stands reinvigorated him, and by the way Dante was keeping up with him, his brother was feeling the same way.

  A sharp whistle made everyone grind to a halt.

  “Take five,” Coach’s voice boomed, as he wrote something down on the small whiteboard he was holding.

  Most of the other hopefuls went to get a drink of water, like Dominic and Dante, but the Solomon twins skated right to the edge of the rink, by where Chloe was sitting, and apparently struck up a conversation. Dominic couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it didn’t really matter. Neither Trent nor Tyler had any business talking to their mate, that was for damn sure.

  Chloe had her purse and a stack of papers on the seat beside her, as always. She had to be long done with Sally’s files, but Dominic had the feeling she wasn’t one for idle sitting around. Something was keeping her busy, the little furrow in between her eyebrows as she studied the files told him that.

  “What the fuck is that about?” Dante asked, apparently as unhappy about as he was.

  “Beats me. But I’m going to find out.”

  She was looking at Trent and Tyler, nodding with a polite smile and saying something back. Her eyes snapped to Dominic and Dante when she heard them skate towards her, though.

  “Hey. Good job out there,” she said, sounding relieved she didn’t have to be alone with the Solomons anymore.

  Dominic could have been imagining that, but he didn’t think so. No one could possibly enjoy the company of those two asshats. Yet even though he had marked Chloe as his, and she seemed to finally be accepting the fact their relationship went well beyond that of agent and client, he couldn’t help the jealousy bubbling up inside him.

  The Solomons always made a point of wanting and trying to get what belonged to Dominic and his brother, but this was one instance they had better quit while they were ahead. Whether they knew Chloe was Dominic and Dante’s mate or not didn’t matter. Even having them looking at Chloe like they were made Dominic’s fists ball up at his sides.

  “Thanks. Good things happen when you put the work in,” Dante replied, his voice pure ice.

  “Some have to work harder than others,” Tyler replied, giving both Dominic and his brother the side-eye.

  Chloe was starting to look nervous in her seat, probably sensing the tension in the air. Dominic didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to stand by while the Twin Toolbags made a move on his mate. His bear agreed, growling deep in his chest.

  “What do you think, sweetheart?” Trent asked, grinning at Chloe. “Which twins are going to take home the spots on the team? The wise bet would be us,” he laughed, pointing from himself to his brother.

  “What did you just call her?” Dante snarled.

  “She’s not your ‘sweetheart’,” Dominic said almost simultaneously, feeling his patience wearing extremely thin.

  These dudes better take a step back before there’s blood on the ice, he thought, gritting his teeth.

  Twenty-Two

  Chloe

  “You got a problem?” Tyler demanded, facing Dante and puffing up his chest.

  Uh-oh, Chloe thought, eyeing the two sets of twins with growing anxiety.

  This was exactly the kind of stuff she’d been seeking to avoid.

  It seemed Dom and Dante were even more possessive than she had thought. Then again, seeing as how competitive they had been with each other, their
reaction at the Solomons’ advances shouldn’t have surprised her.

  Testosterone is a dangerous thing, she sighed internally.

  It wasn’t that she liked Trent calling her a ‘sweetheart’. Especially now, when she was totally smitten with her own personal set of hockey studs. Not that Dom and Dante hadn’t been more than forward with her when they first met.

  Somehow, they hadn’t come across quite as… sleazy as the Solomon twins.

  Her personal feelings aside, she still had to think like a professional. Janice still very much wanted to represent Trent and Tyler, so Chloe couldn’t just blow them off. Dante and Dominic didn’t know that, of course, and it was kind of sweet they felt they needed to save her from the Solomons.

  Not that I particularly need their help.

  She had been hit on by clients before. It wasn’t anything new, and it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. And technically, all the Solomons had done was call her a cutesy nickname. Hardly something to get all worked up about.

  Plus, getting into a fight would not be good for the Kenners’ already somewhat dubious reputation. It might even jeopardize their chances of getting on the team. If they blew their chance because they felt they had to defend her honor…

  Chloe had to defuse the situation, fast. Dante practically had steam coming out of his ears and Dominic looked ready to pounce.

  “I think the break is over. You better get back out there,” she said, plastering a smile on her face.

  “I didn’t hear a whistle,” Trent replied, glancing over his shoulder.

  “Pretty sure I heard it. Or maybe it was something else. What does it sound like again? Something like this?” she asked, puffing up her cheeks and trying to whistle, only managing to blow out some air and produce a pathetic-sounding squeak.

  It didn’t stop her from continuing to try, though. At least all of the men were focused on her embarrassing herself, and not on starting a fight.