Shifters Unleashed
Five Volume Box Set
By Gabrielle R. Demonico
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.
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Seduced by Bears
A Virgin in the Den
It had been just about six months since Allie had relocated from the warm confines of Arizona. She'd come to a tiny town in Oregon to care for her ailing aunt, Valerie. After the loss of her parents at a young age, Valerie had stepped in to care for her and raise her as her own. Considering the situation, Allie felt duty bound to return the favor her aunt had so unselfishly taken on years ago.
And actually, although the first few months had been tough, her aunt's health had begun to improve of late. That gave Allie some hope for the future. The last thing she wanted in this world was to see her suffer and she had been prior to Allie's arrival.
Luckily, Allie had managed to land a job in human resources as a benefit specialist at the town's largest employer, Reeves International. Owned by gods among men, Victor and Nicholas Reeves, the company was the largest lumber concern in the region.
The business had been handed down through several generations, but since assuming control over nearly ten years ago, the brothers had taken the company's success in the stratosphere. As ruthless as they were handsome, Allie lusted after the pair each time they passed her way.
But, as far as she could tell, the duo was completely unaware of her existence at the firm. She'd seen them a number of times in the office and hadn't gotten any acknowledgement from them, positive or negative. It was as if she was simply invisible in a sea of faces.
Even so, Allie was nobody's pushover either. Her aunt had instilled self confidence within her and it showed. She thought of herself as a capable employee who had the intelligence and wherewithal to handle any situation that came up. On a personal note, she considered herself modestly attractive.
But, like so many other men, it appeared as though the Reeves brothers simply saw Allie as an introverted chubby young woman who hid behind glasses and a mass of thick, dark hair. To be honest, when she really considered the situation, it wasn't all surprising that neither of the brothers had taken a whiff of interest in her.
After all, they had hundreds of employees and dozens just in human resources alone. Closer to the truth would have been that Allie was simply another cog in the great wheel that was Reeves International. If all of that wasn't enough, it was a well known fact that the brothers had huge appetites in life - especially when it came to beautiful women.
Never married, the brothers instead had led dating lives almost as impressive as their long list of business conquests. Although many had tried, none had managed to permanently capture the hearts of either brother and so, unattached they remained.
After lunch, Allie was buried in her work when she looked up for a moment to see that Victor's gaze had caught hers. He was speaking to her immediate supervisor, Margaret Watkins. As their eyes locked, her entire body flushed a crimson hue from head to toe.
Allie's deepest places tingled and she let out an uneasy breath laced with pent up frustration. Oh how she longed to see what lurked under that tight fitting crisp white collared shirt. She imagined deep crevices of hardened muscle running the length of his abdomen. Was it completely inappropriate that she wanted to rip his shirt like a wildcat in heat and run her tongue along the tanned, tight skin underneath?
But, no matter…
Allie knew full well that she was not in the running for such an honor. Of the women that Allie had seen the brothers with; most of them looked liked sticks with hair than women with curves. Of course, if that's what they preferred, that was certainly their own business but it was clear to Allie that she would never be in that league.
Eventually she dropped his gaze and returned her attention to her work - holding it wouldn’t have amounted to anything anyway. Besides, she still had claims she had to process before the weekend officially got underway in a few hours. It could be dreary work, but it did pay well. In the end, it was all about her aunt anyway so Allie always did her best to remember that when tedium struck.
She'd just settled back into the rhythm of her tasks when a deep, masculine voice permeated her consciousness. "Mrs. Watkins tells me that you are doing exceptional work." Allie pushed her thick framed glasses up her nose and looked up to see the aqua eyed man candy that was Victor Reeves standing before her.
Her pupils widened, her mouth drifted open slightly and she sat in wordless wonder as he looked down upon her. "Cat got your tongue?" he smirked.
Panicked, Allie fashioned a nervous smile and replied, "I… Yes, I do like cats. I mean, thank you sir. Mrs. Watkins is very kind to say that. I enjoy working for her and for your company very much. I am so grateful for the opportunity to be here and…"
Oh my God Allie! Shut up already! She closed her eyes for a moment and said calmly, "What I meant to say, is thank you sir."
Obviously amused, Victor let out a wry chuckle. "You're very welcome. Thank you for all that you've done for us." He then patted the top of her cubicle and headed back towards his office. As he left, Allie's eyes closed and she craned her neck forward to catch a hint of his cologne. It was a strong, masculine scent of clean citrus and a whiff of honey.
Then for a brief moment following their encounter, Allie allowed herself to daydream a bit. Was it totally unreasonable to suppose that he could be interested in her? Besides a few extra pounds, what did all of those other women have that she didn't? She watched him and continued to wonder until he eventually disappeared behind the confines of the great oak doors that framed the entry to his office.
Although that may have been true, the fact was that Allie wouldn't actually know what to do with him, or his brother or any man, for that matter. Allie was still a virgin. Before they'd passed away unexpectedly, her parents had instilled in her that her gift should be meant for the man she was to spend the rest of her life with and not shared unforgettably in a trivial fling.
That thought had been enough to sustain her willpower during her teen and college years. But whether it was the stress of the past six months or the overwhelming presence of the brothers, her resolve been sorely whittled down. For the first time in her young life, Allie was all but consumed with sex.
She wanted to honor the wishes of her parents but things had gotten so bad that now, even the relief of self pleasure could no longer quench her thirst. She was desperate to the point that it ached. But, the world being the way it was, she thought it unlikely, no, impossible that the man who would take her virginity would be someone like Victor or Nicholas Reeves.
That just didn't happen to women like Allie.
Allie's shoulders slumped at the depressing realization of it all. She only hoped that somehow she would meet someone worthy of her gift… and soon. She felt as though she was driving herself mad obsessing over the unattainable brothers and it needed to end.
Dejected, she worked late on Friday night in the hopes of making what was sure to be a busy Monday a little less overwhelming. She was exhausted early Saturday when her cell phone started to ring.
Who the hell is calling me at seven o'clock in the morning?
She slapped at the nightstand next to her bed and groped for the offensive device as it vibrated incessantly. Through squinted eyes, she could see it was her boss, Mrs. Watkins.
What's this all about? It better be important…
Allie quickly slid up into a seated position in her bed and a
nswered with a sleepy moan, "H… Hello?"
Mrs. Watkins replied, "Good morning, Allie. I'm very sorry. Did I wake you?"
Still half conscious, Allie gathered her wits and answered, "Ye… I mean, no. It's fine. You're fine. I mean, is something wrong Mrs. Watkins?"
She said, "Allie… Victor and Nicholas Reeves have requested you come to their residence today."
Allie was sure she must have misunderstood. She attempted to clarify and asked, "Wait, I… I don't understand. They want me to come to their home?"
"Yes." Mrs. Watkins replied without a hint of emotion.
"Why?" Allie asked.
Mrs. Watkins answered, "They would not say. They only requested that you come to their home by no later than five o'clock this afternoon."
Allie's inner adolescent bubbled with excitement. Her body sizzled with electricity at the thought of being alone with them. She attempted to slow her mind and took a deep breath. After a few moments of silence, Allie finally said, "I… uhhh, okay I guess. Is there something I need to bring from the office? Something personnel related?"
Mrs. Watkins said, "No. They only asked that you come to their home by five p.m. today. I will e-mail you the address once we are finished."
"Alright. Thank you for the call Mrs. Watkins." Allie said with a hint of confusion still in her voice.
She hung up the phone and leaned back against the smooth texture of her headboard. Her cat, Smuckers, had jumped on the bed as she talked. It sat in Allie's lap looking up at her and purring loudly. She stroked his smooth, silky fur and wondered what in the world this could possibly be about.
Whatever it was, Allie was nervous… and excited… and if she didn't find a way to calm herself down before seeing the brothers, well, there was just no telling how things might go. And, it didn't take long for Allie to realize exactly what she needed. It was the only way for her to extinguish the tiny embers burning within her core before they raged into full-fledged forest fires.
So, she gently shooed Smuckers off the mattress and then she quickly slipped back underneath the cottony comfort of her bed sheets. Allie found a relaxing position, closed her eyes, pressed her head into the pillow and exhaled. Her velvety slit beckoned the touch of her fingertips and Allie was all too eager to oblige.
Topless, her nipples budded hard against the wispy fabric of the sheets. Allie moaned at the sensation and her skin rippled with erect hairs. She wrapped her hands around her ample breasts and started to knead the great orbs of flesh. Her lips folded inward and pressed together while her back arched reflexively as the moment unfolded.
Without any prompting, Allie's mind immediately flooded with visions of Victor and Nicholas. She envisioned herself afloat in a sea of hands and lips and… well… other parts. She'd dreamed this dream so many times in the past six months. Each time the visions became more graphic, intense and lurid.
Allie was ashamed to admit the depths to which her depravity had driven her mind. Of course, she had no way of knowing what it would feel like - what it would finally feel like to be taken by men like this. She yearned to submit, just once, to see if the seed of her imagination would flower into wondrous splendor in real life.
She imagined that there was nothing that she wouldn't do to please the brothers. Her deepest desire more than any other was to be taken by both of them, at once. Allie felt so terribly inappropriate for wanting that to happen but she just couldn't deny it. Besides, it was only a fantasy. And certainly, no harm could come from fantasizing, could it?
After a moment, she drew her hands together between her engorged globes and then began to traverse the mid line of her torso until she reached the gossamery outline of her black lace panties. Her pulsed thumped against the thin skin of her neck as her left hand hooked inside the elastic band of her underwear. Deftly, she pulled it back and ever so carefully slipped her right hand inside.
Without delay, her fingertips raced towards the slickness of her puffy folds. The thoughts of Victor and Nicholas had already soaked her sex and sent her mind racing on a wistful ride. She could see them there, surrounding her, consuming her and pleasuring her.
Nimble fingers flicked at her clit and began to stroke it feverishly. The first touch of them against her swollen flesh caused her teeth to instinctively bite into her full lower lip. She held it there and began to quicken the ravishment of her budded raspberry.
She was desperate for release and the quicker she maneuvered her fingers, the more certain she became that the moment of truth would soon be upon her. She slipped deeper into ecstasy's grasp as her hips rose and fell in rhythmic anticipation of the moment of truth.
Suddenly, the instant of climax descended upon her. She wanted to scream and call out their names but she dared not wake her aunt so instead she thrashed and buried her head into the pillow. The rapture grappled her to the point of near breakdown as she shook and moaned into the goose down. Her tongue turned to stone in her mouth as the action of her fingers against her aching mound finally started to slow.
The peak of her climax began to recede from her unrequited shores of lust. Slowly, she lifted her head off the pillow, attempted to catch her breath and wondered how much more of this she would be able to withstand. The release, as welcome as it might have been, wasn't enough any longer and deep down she knew it…
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There was only one problem with having a real wheel drive car when you live in the Cascades.
Snow.
And, unfortunately for Allie, the small amount that was forecast to fall that late spring day had mushroomed into a full blown blizzard. By the time she'd reached the pass to the brothers' home, her car barely made any progress.
There was no question she'd be late but at this point it was the last thing on her mind. Nevertheless, she carefully downshifted and prepared to navigate the steep, snowy grade that lead down to the valley floor and the Reeves' homestead. The first several hundred feet were manageable but at a particularly sharp bend in the road, she suddenly felt all traction from the road disappear.
It was the last thing she remembered…
When she next woke, it was in a strange place. Her head pounded and felt like an over-inflated basketball. She tried to lift it up and take in more of her surroundings but she found the slightest movement to be excruciating.
The material under her didn't feel anything like the car seats in her clunker. Instead, she felt soft depth beneath her. Painful as it was she managed to crane her neck up enough to see that she was in an enormous bed. As she rubbed her eyes, she could tell that the room itself was equally large. Even though the window treatments were drawn shut, it appeared to be dark out.
She was concerned, even afraid, but there was precious little she could do about it. Instead, within a few minutes, exhaustion overwhelmed her and she again slipped into unconsciousness. When her eyes opened once more, the room seemed a bit brighter. She thought that perhaps it was light out but whether it was morning or afternoon, she couldn't be sure. She scanned the area nearby - the nightstand, dressers, and the like but didn't see any trace of her belongings.
Her head felt a bit better but her neck was terribly sore. She pulled back the covers, looked down and noticed that she was peppered with scrapes, bruises and bumps. Even so, it was obvious that they had been cleaned and someone had even taken the time to dress her in an oversized pair of pajamas.
She slowly sat up and swung her legs off the bed. On the far side of the room was a door. She knew that there was only one way to find out where she was and the answer was beyond it. Walking towards it however proved to be terribly difficult. As she crossed the room, she groped everything in her path just to steady herself.
Finally, she reached the large pine door and slowly turned the knob. Although she was pretty confident that whoever had helped her probably wasn't dangerous, she thought it best to be as quiet as possible. The door made the tiniest whisper of a groan as it opened just wide enough for her to peek out.
From everything
she could tell, she was in a very large home, exquisitely decorated in a masculine, yet rugged style. But, as her field of vision moved closer in, she froze in place. Her breath choked in her throat and she could feel her entire body turn to granite.
For not fifteen feet ahead of her slept two enormous bears.
Allie could never remember being so terrified in her entire life. Overwhelmed with panic, her hand which grasped the doorknob began to tremble. Desperate, she held her breath and closed the door as cautiously as she could in the hope that the giant animals would not hear her.
But, no sooner had she done that then she heard a great commotion from the other room.
Fuck! Oh my God! Now what?
In a frenzy, she tried to clear her head long enough to find a place, any place, to hide. She tiptoed speedily across the room towards what appeared to be a large closet when all of sudden, she heard voices. They were men's voices and Allie could swear that she'd heard them before.
Your mind is playing tricks on you, hide!
But they became clearer and audible. Finally she heard one say to the other, "Victor, I told you that we should have taken her into town. We could've beaten the storm. She's been in there for almost twenty four hours now."
Victor?
Then the second voice responded, "You may be right but there's precious little we can do about it now Nicholas. What's done is done. I think she's awake in there. Come on."
Nicholas?
Allie's heart still thumped wildly in her chest. She must have imagined the whole bear thing. Clearly, she was at the home of the Reeves brothers. Somehow, someway, she'd wound up there and now she could hear their footsteps nearing the door.
The sound stopped abruptly and was followed by gentle, but firm, knock at the door. "Allie? Are you awake? Do you mind if we come in?" Victor said.
Do I mind?
Even in her woozy state, Allie still couldn't believe her luck. Of all places to wind up in a snowstorm! She cleared her tinder dry throat and replied, "Y… Yes, I'm fine. I'm awake, please come in."
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