ROMANCE: Mated to the Bear (Stepbrother Paranormal Shifter) (Threesome Taboo Romance)

by Brook, Madelin

  Panicked the butler scurried down the table knocking dishes to the side. His mask had pulled over his eyes and he tore it off for a better view. Furious, Maxwell grabbed his butler by his shoes and pulled him back to the floor as guests scattered. The butler flew off the table and landed head first on the floor with a loud thud.

  At a loss for words, Alan raced to aid the mistreated butler. But before he could round the table, two security guards grasped the unconscious butler and carried him over their shoulders and out the room. Alan stopped, looked at Maxwell and back to his blond companion. Torn between his lust and his humanity, Alan froze. Already, the guests started to leave the room. And, to Alan’s shock, Katrina had already begun pumping life back into Maxwell, engulfing his cock with her mouth.

  The blond masked woman stood and came to Alan’s side. Sadly, Alan was angry and confused as he watched most of the attendees continue their festivities without batting an eye. He raced to the door only to discover that the people, who scattered out, merely moved locations to continue their fondling, playing and fornicating.

  “Jesus, what the fuck is…” Alan whispered to himself and turned to see the masked woman on his heels.

  “Let’s get out of here, Alan.” The woman pleaded.

  It was enough for Alan to see and hear. He grabbed the young lady’s hand and sprinted past a cluster of nude elitists that were tangled near the entryway fountain. The front door was blocked by four women stripping one another, so in a panic, Alan led the young lady up the stairs. All he could think of was getting away from the madness and just gathering his thoughts.

  Room after room that he opened, Alan found at least two to three people screwing. The orgy was in full swing and dinner had hardly been served. Maxwell certainly timed his announcement perfectly, but it seemed like his outburst with the butler sent the crowd into a frenzy of lust and decadence.

  What the hell is wrong with these people? he thought.

  Breathless, Alan finally opened a door to find the room empty. He hurried his companion into the room, then closed and locked the door. The blond masked woman sat on the edge of a large canopied bed with light golden fine cloth dangling from atop the posts. She reached behind her head and pulled the mask strings tight, securing it closer to her face. In their rush, she had almost lost her mask from sweating profusely.

  Mascara bled down her cheeks from under her mask and her bright blue eyes glowed through the mask. Afraid that the commotion scared his new friend, Alan rushed to kneel in front of her and survey the problem.

  He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head so their eyes met.

  “Are you okay?” Alan questioned, even though he was the person in need.

  “Yeah, why? I only just ran an entire city block for us to hide from the party.” The woman stood and grasped hold of the bed post. She swung around on the bed post and landed on the bed. “Come on, lighten up. What’s your issue?”

  Alan broke for a moment as he saw her ruby red lips curl into a giant smile. How could she be happy at a time like this? Did she not see a poor man crack his head open? Was she as sick as these other elitists?

  “Look, the man is going to be fine, I don’t think the security guards are going to just throw the man in a dumpster. Besides, look…” She pointed out the window.

  The butler was on his feet and furiously yelling at the security guard. The big men stood their ground as one appeared to be on the phone. Alan and the masked woman approached the window and watched the scene unfold. Within minutes, an ambulance and police vehicle pulled up. Maxwell came out with only his pants on and joined his security guards. He slipped something to the police officer, pointed to the ambulance and nodded.

  The butler was loaded into the ambulance and within minutes, the sirens and lights departed. No report, no scene and it was all over. Alan ran to the door but was stopped by the masked woman.

  “Alan!”

  He stopped in his tracks and looked back at her.

  “What?”

  “I have something to tell you.” She spoke with urgency but was far too distracted to hear her.

  He turned back to the door, unlocked it and opened it enough to see that the orgy had spread and Maxwell was in a pile of nude and lubricated bodies. All of them writhing about on the ground on the floor next to the fountain in the main entry way. Some attendees spilled into the fountain, reveling in the cold water. Alan closed the door and locked it.

  “Shit…” he muttered to himself.

  The young woman was behind him again. She looked on curiously at the troubled man. He quickly walked to the bed, kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket into the bedside chair. He sat on the bed and extended his legs in front of him. Thinking of how he could get out only served to frustrate him more. As long as he stayed in this room until the end of the night, he’d be okay. So absorbed in his thoughts, Alan had almost forgotten about the masked woman.

  She kicked her high heels off and sat next to him on the bed. Scooting close to his body, the young woman hugged Alan from the side. His chest heaved with anger and his clothes were wet with perspiration.

  “Hey, are you going to be alright?” the woman placed her forefinger on his chin.

  Alan continued to glare off into the distance.

  “Look, I don’t know your friend very well, but I will agree with you that what he did was messed up. But, unless you plan on doing something about it now, why should we let this spoil the evening?”

  The young man turned to the masked woman and stared at her plump bottom lip. She lightly bit down on that lip and smirked a bit since she knew that the man finally acknowledged her. A beautiful smile spread across her face, seemingly lightening his mood. He looked up into her bright blue eyes.

  “Hey, we can’t undo what he did and it doesn’t appear like either one of us want to screw everyone in the room. But, can I suggest something?” she asked.

  “…yeah…” Alan’s voice crackled.

  “We had a good start at the dinner table, so why don’t we just pick up where we left off?” she popped up and then quickly sat down on her knees on the plush bed covering.

  Alan looked her over in the dim light of the room. She had a tiny frame, toned shoulders, small perky breasts and curly blond hair that seemed to have loosened since their run throughout the mansion. A devilish grin spread across her face.

  “What were you going to say in the ballroom before all that craziness?”

  Alan sniffed, rubbed his face and mustered a grin. The place could be burning down for all she cares, he thought. Yet she’d still want to talk?

  “Go ahead, I’ll wait,” She said.

  Alan couldn’t resist and he knew that if he was going to be stuck in this room with her that he’d better start getting to know her. Or, at the very least, get along with her. He loosened his bolo tie and opened the top few buttons on his sweaty dress shirt.

  Leaning back onto his elbows, Alan remembered what he was about to ask her. Embarrassment seemed to melt away and he admitted immediately what was ailing him. He laughed to himself and slipped off his wet black bandana. Pausing a moment, Alan leaned forward to remove her mask. The woman pulled away and wagged her finger.

  “Oh,” Alan chuckled. “I see! Well, at least tell me this—what did you say your name was?”

  “I didn’t,” she smiled coyly back at him.

  “Oh, so it’s going to be that way?!” Alan laughed. He quickly grabbed her and tossed her down on the bed. “So, you get to know my name and my face yet I don’t get either?”

  “Isn’t that how these parties work?” she patronized him.

  He mounted over her body and pinned her wrists to the bed. Hardly resisting, Alan interrogated further.

  “I wouldn’t know I’m a newbie. What about you? From what Max made out, he seemed to already know you.”

  “For all you know, I may have just met him just before we met.” She snickered and tried to squirm free.

  The two wrestled about on th
e fluffy bed and laughter filled the room. They playfully hit each other with feather-down pillows and kicked bed covering to the floor. Tried as he could, Alan couldn’t manage to grasp the mask to remove it. After a bit of struggling, he gave in and just enjoyed messing around with the young woman.

  The two laughed harder as loud ecstatic screams echoed from outside and into their room. Alan and the masked woman looked to the door and mocked the sounds coming from the outside party.

  “You didn’t say—have you been to these types of things before?” Alan moved his face closer to hers.

  “No, but I have a good idea that we’re doing it wrong!” They burst out laughing.

  Before the masked woman could catch her breath, Alan dove in for a kiss. He held it long and gently tasted her bottom lip. Pulling back enough to look each other in the eyes, their smiles faded yet hearts fluttered together.

  “That may be a good start,” she stated breathlessly.

  He grasped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a deeper, longer kiss. Their tongues entwined, and bodies wrapped around one another. Trying once more, Alan reached behind her head.

  “No, leave it on, please,” she placed her hands at the bottom of his shirt and stripped it over his head.

  Alan kissed her lips and moved his way down her neck and to her breasts. Guiding his hands down to her hips, he pulled her light pink evening gown up and off. Seams ripped in the dress at his quick tug. As the masked woman helped him slip the rest of the dress off, Alan’s hands immediately touched her wrists and washed down her arms to her exposed, small breasts. The chill of the room called her nipples to attention and Alan brought his mouth to them.

  He licked at one and rolled his fingers over the other. Sucking at her nipple, Alan slid his hand down to push his hands into her lacey panties. She dripped in creamy wet excitement. He parted her clitoris with his fingers and softly rubbed. The masked woman gasped with every full circle Alan traced over her pussy. Almost too much sensation too soon, she pushed him up and sucked on his lips.

  The masked woman guided him back to the pillows and madly removed his belt and pants. His boxers stood at full attention; Alan was completely incited and had finally submitted to the spirit of the party. He wanted nothing more than to spend his time eating every bit of this attractive woman’s body.

  The more she had fought Alan about keeping the mask on, the more he desired her. Alan grasped his boxers at the opening and tore the fabric away from his waist. His cock popped to attention and precome spilled from the tip. The woman gasped at the size of his cock; the girth, the length, and the overall size were much too big for her.

  But, the masked woman was in so far that she wasn’t going to back out now. She darted to his mouth and they sucked at each other’s lips. Her hand sent sensations into his body once she grabbed his hard-on. Alan’s heart raced and he was overcome with powerful emotion.

  Alan grabbed the woman under her shoulders and rolled her to the bed. In one motion, Alan grabbed the waistline of the woman’s underwear and ripped it into shreds. He buried his face between her legs and lapped up her creamy juice. His tongue licked from her ass to the top of her clit in one continuous motion. He was slow and deliberate with each taste of her cunt and the masked woman arched her low back.

  As he built her excitement, she humped his face with each tongue thrust. Come spilled out of her hole and down to her asshole. And, Alan sucked up every last bit. For minutes on end, Alan continued pleasuring the woman, letting her savor the moments before he’d have his way with her. After all, it wasn’t often that Alan was with women, so when he found the occasion, he made sure to enjoy it as much as possible.

  Just when Alan thought he’d be awhile longer, she came and her pussy exploded in waves of pleasure. Her pussy lips twitched rhythmically with each orgasmic explosion. She bucked on the bed and pushed Alan’s face away. The masked woman squirmed her body away from his and moved her way to below his body again.

  Grabbing both of his round ass cheeks, the masked woman pulled Alan’s hips down, driving his cock into her mouth. Her tiny mouth could hardly take his swollen cock head and she gagged as it partially slid in. Rather than spoil his experience, the woman took a deep breath, swallowed and pulled his hips down again.

  Repeatedly, the woman directed Alan to fuck her mouth and he started to do so without her guidance. The warmth and tightness of her mouth were almost too much, so Alan pulled his cock out quickly.

  Rolling to his back, Alan lifted the little woman up and seated her on his swollen member. His massive cock startled her and pain shot into her pussy. Her body crumpled over as his enormous erection pushed deeper inside her.

  “Wait, wait, wait…” she smacked his ribs. Her pussy screamed at her, but her lust cried louder. The woman wanted nothing more right now than to feel this man pound the hell out of her and reciprocate the same pleasure.

  The masked woman took a deep breath, lifted her hips up and then slid herself back onto him. Over and over again, the blond picked up her speed as the pain subsided. And, as the agony entirely disappeared, she could feel the deep thrusts and sensations from Alan’s cock. The two fucked in unison as their bodies pulsated about on the bed.

  Alan’s hungry mouth came up to greet and clamp on a nipple. He sucked and tickled the edge of the areola. The tip of her nipple stood at attention and sent chills through her body.

  While keeping his cock inside her, Alan cupped his hands under her armpits and heaved her onto the bed. He was over top of her and the woman’s breath became short with his full weight on her. Noticing the panicked look in her eyes, Alan grabbed one leg, guided it up and around him. He positioned himself right behind her while his cock still remained firmly entrenched inside her. This motion was enough to send the woman back into pain, and she bit the pillow as she shifted to her side.

  Thoroughly stimulated and climaxing quicker than he wished, Alan pulled her tiny body snuggly to his midsection. Breathlessly, he whispered into her ear.

  “I want you to fuck me, come on,” he directed her.

  The masked woman pushed her ass to his pelvis and arched her low back, shoving him deeper inside. Then, she lifted her butt and pushed her back into his stomach. Repeatedly and with increasing speed, she humped away at him. Crippled and controlled by her every thrust, Alan flattened out, straightened his legs and pointed his toes out. He could feel it coming and it had been far too long since he felt the relief of an orgasm.

  But, when his climax peaked, it came harder and faster than he’d ever felt. And, rather than pulling away to allow him to enjoy it, she continued to hump harder and faster at him. Alan’s balls emptied come inside and the white jism spilled out of her with every pump onto his oversized rod. And, just as Alan thought he was done, he came even more sending his body into miniature convulsions.

  The blond woman slowed down and finally sunk back onto his cock. She could feel the pulse in his cock and the last few shivers of an orgasm. After a half minute of holding his breath, Alan sucked in air. She reached behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

  The woman placed his arm over her breasts and Alan draped his leg over her hips. The two lovers fell asleep with Alan holding her small body in his arms. The entire evening melted away and the sounds of debauchery quieted in the rooms outside theirs.

  For the first time that night, not a sound could be heard anywhere, save for the sound of Alan and the masked woman’s hearts beating. The evening would come to an abrupt ending when he tried to remove the mask one last time. And, he’d chase after her only to lose her. Then, with saddened heart, he would drive home alone again.

  Chapter 5

  Though Alan hadn’t consumed much alcohol the night before, he sure did feel hung over. Then again, he was functioning on little sleep after the excitement of the entire evening of the masquerade ball. He’d arrived home early in the morning and slept only as long as his mind would allow him.

  Alan was never the type of person for one night stan
ds or having sex with random strangers, but this occasion seemed to be entirely different. He believed that he had found a kindred spirit in this masked young woman. Tried as he may, Alan couldn’t shake the thought of this mysterious yet beautiful creature from his mind. Brief moments of panic flushed his skin and he’d break into a cold sweat just thinking about how he recklessly ejaculated in this woman.

  What if she isn’t on birth control? What if she comes after all I’ve worked for? He thought. But, Alan quickly dissolved the thought and replaced it with how he perceived her.

  The painting he drew of her in his mind, from his interpretation of her face and her demeanor, made him believe that this woman was good. And, maybe not just good, but great for him. This woman could be the answer to all he needed for the next step in his life—the partner that he needed to break through to his next chapter.

  A loud rapid knock sounded at his door, startling him from his daydream. For a fleeting moment, Alan’s heart skipped a beat thinking that it may just be her—the masked woman. He pounced to his feet from his couch and rushed to the door.

  Though his business partner had the luxury of wait staff and butlers, Alan chose to run his home on his own. After all, he didn’t spend much time at home. Of course, that may change soon, he thought.

  He snapped the door open in excitement and reality set in when he saw who it was. Oh! He thought as he laughed to himself.

  In his haste and sleep-deprived mind, he’d almost forgotten that his stepsister was coming to town.

  “Hey!” Tiffany stepped in through the threshold and hugged her stepbrother around his mid-section. Pressing her face into his chest, she squeezed him tightly and grunted.

  Alan laughed and peeled his 18-year old stepsister back to have a look at her. She’d grown considerably since he last saw her.

  Tiffany was matured now, yet she still wore the same old combination of baggy sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt. She was a bit of a tomboy growing up and anything that her big stepbrother would do, Tiffany was sure to follow.