Her Bear Lovers [Werebears of Shatland, Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “She must’ve been one hell of a woman.” Jadon traced a finger along her arm.

  “Why do you say that?”

  He stared at her as though he couldn’t understand her question. “Because she made you.”

  She blushed, something she rarely did. “Yeah. She was. My mom was my best friend and my biggest supporter. She didn’t care if I made good grades or wore dresses or whatever. As far as she was concerned, my brother John and I could do no wrong.”

  She tucked her chin to her chest and fought back the tears. “I thought that time was supposed to help heal those wounds, but I still miss her today just as much as I missed her the night we lost her. She would’ve liked you guys.”

  They were silent for a short time, worrying her that she’d said too much.

  “Because we’re bears?” Curt took her by the chin. “Or because I’m devilishly handsome?”

  Curt had come through again to lighten the mood. While Josh was impulsive, the first to jump into the mix, Jadon seemed to hang back, assessing the situation first. They were the best of all worlds in three carnal-inspiring packages.

  “More likely in spite of your looks,” joked Josh.

  “We would’ve liked her, too, I bet.” Jadon took her hand. “After all, a woman who likes bears? What more can a man ask for?”

  Her chuckle eased the pain in her heart. Although she had many fond memories of her mother, talking about her always made her heart feel like it might break apart.

  “Tell me about your mother. Or is it mothers?”

  Curt and Josh looked to Jadon to answer. He shrugged. “It’s kind of hard for a human to understand—”

  “Wow. A human.” She passed her hand along Josh’s strong jaw. “I’ve seen you change, but I still find it hard to believe you are what you are.” She shook her head, ridding it of the thoughts bouncing around inside it. “I’m sorry I interrupted. Go on.”

  “Anyway, we all had separate fathers, multiple fathers as we said before, and our mothers. Growing up together, we came to think of all of them as our mothers.”

  Curt chimed in. “They were terrific women. I mean, they kind of had to be with having to raise us.”

  “So they were werebears, too?”

  “No. Not at first anyway.” Jadon took over again.

  “Really? They were human?” The world of werebears was interesting, intriguing and she couldn’t wait to find out more.

  “They were, but once they’d decided to get mated, they asked one of our fathers to change them. They wanted to be sure they’d have full-blooded werebear children.”

  “Although that’s still not a guarantee.” Josh scratched his jaw and let out a yawn. “We don’t know why, but it’s still possible to have human children with two werebear parents. It’s rare, but I’ve heard of it happening. Never met anyone like that, though.”

  “And what would’ve happened if one of your mothers would’ve remained human? Would they have loved her any less? Would that have made her child a half breed or a hybrid?” She shrugged. “I’m not sure what to call it.”

  “Either’s fine,” answered Jadon. “And yes, it could’ve happened. As far as the loving her any less thing goes, that wouldn’t have been the case.” His bright blue eyes met hers. “Once a werebear finds his mate, he’s committed to her from then on.”

  She swallowed, the question almost out of her mouth, when Jadon squeezed her hand.

  “Don’t say anything right now, baby. Just know this. My cousins and I are yours. We want you to think about everything we’ve said before you tell us how you feel. This has all come so fast, we want you to be as sure as we are.”

  She nodded, agreeing, yet aching to tell them that she wanted them as much as they wanted her. It was just difficult finding the right words.

  “Until then”—Curt pulled her against him—“how about we make the best of the night?”

  Chapter Six

  Jadon rolled over and straight into Mayla’s arms. Her beautiful face came an inch from his as she stretched, mumbled incoherent sounds, then turned over and flung her arm over his waist. Even her breath smelled sweet and he put his mouth close enough to press a light kiss to her lips. It might have woken her up, but he wouldn’t have cared if it had.

  Who was he kidding? He would’ve loved it if it had.

  Josh’s heavy snores came from the other side of her. Curt had moved to the large recliner in the corner of the room. Jadon had no doubt that his cousin would use that sacrifice to get the edge on going first the next time they had sex.

  Yet making love was a better way to describe it. Sex with Mayla wasn’t just sex. The way the connection bonded them together felt like she’d wrapped a lasso around them, pulling them as close as possible. Yet it didn’t feel like a restraint, like she’d snared him against his will. He’d gladly have that lasso around his heart for the rest of his life.

  Reaching over her, he punched Josh in the arm. The bear inside his cousin must’ve been close to the surface as it often was in their dreams. Josh came awake with a snarl and the flash of amber in his eyes.

  “Why the hell did—”

  “Shut up, man.” Jadon darted his gaze at Mayla, then back. “Be quiet. We wouldn’t want to wake her.”

  Josh’s angry face softened then grew wicked with lust. “Like hell we wouldn’t. How about we wake her up the good way?”

  He knew what Josh meant. Even before they’d found her, they’d often talked about the various ways to play with their mate. Some included elaborate schemes that were heavy on rough sex and others were simpler, like tasting her pussy until she woke in a daze of desire.

  “That’s not a bad idea.” The only question was who would take what part of her.

  “What about him?” Josh jutted out his chin toward the still-sleeping Curt.

  “If he wakes up, he can join us.” Jadon did a one-shoulder shrug. “If he doesn’t, then that’s his loss. Consider it payback for all the pranks he’s played on us.”

  “Rock, paper, scissors?”

  “Done.” Jadon counted it out. “One, two, three.” He put out his hand, his two fingers extended and making a peace sign.

  Josh groaned as he held out his flat hand. “Damn it. Two out of three. Besides, you got a taste of her last night.”

  “Don’t try that bullshit on me. We all took her every way we wanted. Naw, man. Not a chance. I win.” It was true. After the first session of lovemaking, they’d added two more throughout the night. No wonder she was exhausted. But a man needed his morning sex, too.

  Jadon grinned, knowing it was like a stab at Josh’s heart. They loved sharing her, but it was still fun to see him suffer. His cousin would get his way soon enough.

  Trying not to wake her with the bed moving underneath her, he inched his way under the sheet. The scent of her was stronger here. He drew in one long breath after another and fought the urge to touch her. At least not yet.

  The trip seemed like it took far too long, and yet, felt like it was over far too soon. Once he reached her silky smooth legs, he saw that they were already parted. Joy hit him. She had one of her hands over her mons, her fingers still wet and warm.

  My babe must’ve had the same sex dream I had. Except I was the one who’d gotten her juices on my fingers.

  Gingerly, he took hold of her hand and laid it to her side. He parted her lips, wetting the tips of his fingers. She was perfect, her pink little pussy the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. The covers over him made the air thicken with the fragrance of her. Teasing her pussy’s folds, he leaned over her leg, then flicked his tongue along her seam, picking up her delicious sweetness.

  She moved, moaning, and he froze. He didn’t want her to wake up yet. He had more to explore.

  When she stopped moving and the rise of the sheet over her breasts grew steady, he dared to ease his body between her legs. A flash of light confirmed what he’d already assumed.

  Josh flicked his tongue over one nipple, caught his eye, then was gone
as the sheet settled over her again.

  Don’t wake her, man.

  He didn’t dare say the words out loud. They were already pushing their luck.

  He touched her pussy lips as gently as he could, spreading them apart to get a look at the pinkness between her legs. Her pussy was so ripe for the taking and his cock grew harder, an ache settling in his abdomen as his craving for her had him closing his eyes and fighting against the urge to get onto his knees and drive his cock deep inside that beckoning paradise.

  He blew a breath over her pussy, then as delicately as he could, touched her glistening clit with the tip of his tongue. She squirmed and spread her legs.

  She wanted it even in her sleep. Their mate was so sexy, so willing. How the hell had they gotten so lucky?

  But, although he was a shifter with a large and strong animal inside him, he was still only a man. As that beast roared to life, demanding that he fuck her, he could no longer hold back.

  Pressing his tongue against her clit, he eased a finger into her hot sheath. She moaned, then whimpered. Was she still lost in a dream? Was she dreaming about him and his cousins?

  His desire leapt higher, tightening his body until he was positive he’d go crazy. He had to get his cock inside her soon or die a slow and agonizing death.

  Josh’s groan matched everything he was feeling. If he didn’t lose control soon, his cousin would.

  * * * *

  The dream seemed more real than any she’d ever had. Mayla could feel them lying against her, their hot bodies sending her their heat. She moaned, then whimpered, needing the dream to be a reality.

  She spread her legs wider as a tongue flattened against her pussy, and a finger explored her pussy. Another tongue swept across first one then the other nipple, making them perk up. Pushing the sheet away from her, she reached out, keeping her eyes closed, and found a muscular body to hold. She moaned again, then let her hand skim along his hard form, down to the long rod between his legs.

  I’m not dreaming.

  A soft smile formed on her lips.

  What a way to wake up!

  Whichever one of them was between her legs licked her from her clit to the sensitive skin that ran to her anus. Her body was electrified, like the sizzle of a lightning strike that still danced along her skin.

  The tongue came back up, diving into her pussy, piercing her like a machete through the jungle. She couldn’t keep her secret any longer, her body was squirming too much.

  “Morning, baby.”

  She opened her eyes to find Josh leaning over her, cupping her breasts and grinning like he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Morning.”

  She tossed the sheet away from her body. “Morning, Jadon.”

  Her greeting, however, was lost as he took one look, realized that she wasn’t asleep any longer, then crushed his mouth to her pussy.

  His teeth captured her clit, wiping away any chance of rational thought. She dragged in a breath, the only thing that kept her from flying to the ceiling, then let it out again in a harsh blow as Josh threw his body downward.

  Both of their tongues flicked over her. Josh ran his over the top of her mons, then on to the crease of her leg. She bucked, reached for him, but missed.

  Jadon’s tongue ravished her clit as he took hold of her legs to keep her steady. When he pressed his mouth back to her pussy and sucked, she was sure she’d explode.

  The sight of the two men, their heads close together over her pussy, was enough to break down any remaining resistance. She tightened her legs around Jadon’s head, as the rumble of her climax coming to the surface took control, weakening her. Her pussy clenched around Jadon’s fingers, holding him to her as his teeth pulled at her clit.

  Josh took hold of one of her breasts and squeezed. He swept his tongue over her mons, like a man seeking the treasure below her skin.

  Their licks, their bites, their caresses spun her around, leaping into her core and then rushing to cage her heart. She was theirs forever, no matter what, no matter who might try and keep them apart.

  Thoughts were no longer valid. Instead, they were more like feelings than anything she could wrap her mind around. And yet one question kept playing over and over.

  Where’s Curt?

  She couldn’t hold up any longer. What woman could with them taking her body and soul, then twisting them together? Clutching her other breast, she jerked upward, then back down as she surrendered to them. Her orgasm was like a monster that consumed her, eating at her, until it’d had its fill. Waves of trembles rushed outward from her pussy as her cream flooded from her. Alight with sexual heat, she moaned as her pussy convulsed time and again.

  She cried out, but her cry soon morphed into whimpers of satisfaction. The hum of her body continued as she lay back and pushed her mussed hair away from her face. When the world refocused and her mind could make sense of everything, she held out her arms for her men.

  They hesitated, their eyes gleaming with passion. Josh shook his head, but she could see that Jadon had the same idea.

  “We’re not done, baby. We’ll give you more than one climax.” Josh pushed his cousin back. “But this time, I’m going to have my cock inside your pussy.”

  “Like hell you will. It’s my turn.”

  They all turned to see Curt get up from the recliner and throw off the blanket he’d used to cover his naked body. He strode toward them with an all-too clear purpose in mind.

  “Fuck you two.” Jadon rose up on his knees and shoved at Josh. His scowl turned into a growl.

  Could they change right there? And if they did, would they take her as bears? As much as she loved them, as much as she wanted them and accepted that other part of them, she wouldn’t let them, wouldn’t even consider that. She’d make them shift back.

  After I take another ride.

  “You’d better get hold of yourselves.”

  Josh and Jason stopped snarling at each other while Curt came to a stop.

  “I’m not having sex that includes any kind of fur. Got it?”

  They took a moment to think, then as Jadon was about to respond, her phone started playing a tune she recognized all too well.

  “Oh shit. That’s my father.”

  It wasn’t as though she hadn’t expected him to call. In fact, she was surprised that he’d waited until morning. And it wasn’t as though he thought she was a virgin, or that she had to answer to him. But she should’ve called him. She should’ve spared him the unnecessary worry, but the time had gotten away from her. Once the lovemaking had stopped, she been too exhausted to think about calling and had fallen asleep. Besides, what would she have said?

  Out of her respect and her unending love and admiration for him, she picked up her phone. She held up one finger, warning the men to stay quiet, then answered the call.

  “Hi, Dad.” She pulled the cover back over her body. Talking to him with them staring hungrily at her body was too weird. She whirled her hand over her body and shook her head, telling them that their fun had ended.

  The men gave her looks filled with anguish, but they understood. Who could have sex after talking with their father? Grumbling, they crawled off the bed and gathered their clothes. They were still squabbling, but at least they did it in low tones so her father wouldn’t overhear.

  The blast of his words burned against her ear. She’d never heard him so angry.

  “Mayla, where the hell are you? Why haven’t you answered any of my calls? John and I have been looking all over for you. No one knew where you were.”

  “No one? As in someone besides you and John?” And why hadn’t she heard the phone earlier? Had she been so fixated on her men that she’d ignored it without realizing?

  Jadon noticed her distressed tone, dressed, then came back to sit on the end of the bed. Josh and Curt came, too, their intense scrutiny locked onto her.

  “The people in Forever said that they’d seen you with three men by the name of Barberson, but they couldn’t or wo
uldn’t tell me where they lived. Besides, I couldn’t believe you’d stay out all night with strange men.”

  She cringed. She couldn’t argue with him. Before meeting her lovers, she’d have never gotten involved so fast, much less stayed overnight with men she’d just met.

  “Then I checked in Shatland and no one there said much of anything.”

  “I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

  “Well, you sure as hell did. When John found your rental car out on that side road, we were sure something had gone wrong.”

  “Again, I’m sorry, but I didn’t think to call you. I guess I just lost track of time.” Her excuse sounded lame, but it was the truth. Losing track of time was an easy thing to do when she was with the Barberson men.

  He let out a long tortured breath that tore at her heart. “Come back to the cabin. We need to talk.”

  Going back there was the last thing she wanted to do. Not with her three delicious men surrounding her and giving her hot looks. But he was her father and she knew how upset he was. Maybe she could tell him about them and get him to understand. She wondered how she’d explain the strange and wonderful connection. Was it like love at first sight? Yes, but it was so much stronger. Sexier. Deeper.

  She gave the men a silent heartfelt apology, putting all her disappointment in her gaze and placing her palm over her heart. They gathered her meaning, but accepted it. Curt gave her a sad nod.

  “Okay, Dad. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  “Good. I’ll see you soon, honey.”

  At least he had still called her honey. His worry was gone, but she knew it would take longer for his anger to go away. She ended the call.

  “Thank you for understanding.” She lowered her gaze to Josh’s half-erect cock, then up to his face. “I know I’m leaving you, uh, in the lurch, but I really need to go.”

  “It’s okay, baby,” offered Curt. “We’ve got a lifetime to be together. Go make your father happy.”