by Jade Allen
“I aim to prove to you, my lady, that I can be every bit as naughty as he can,” he released on a whisper, pulling her closer to him. “And that I can please you even better.”
Lachan had heard enough.
“Oh, I know a challenge when I hear one,” he snorted, descending to the ground beside them in a single smooth flourish as he wrapped his arms around Sarah’s shoulders.
Together, the brothers stripped their lady bare as she writhed desirous between them, and as an attentive Lachan massaged her work-worn shoulders and whipped the long strands of his midnight black hair softly across her back, Gabriel fondled her breasts and rounded stomach as he kissed her smiling lips.
Sarah lost herself to the feeling as both men caressed her, their hands canvassing her body as she pressed herself tightly into a cocoon of pure, hard muscle.
The contrasting softness of their lips on her face and neck lulled her into a pleasurable trance; one that Gabriel enhanced as he swept her into two encompassing arms and plied her with the sweetest of kisses.
Their hips pressed tightly against one another, this intimate contact creating a divine friction between them as she entangled her hands in his silky golden hair.
The couple’s bodies slithered together as he rubbed and massaged her buxom breasts, his long hard shaft rising to tease her tender feminine cleft.
Not to be forgotten, an impassioned Lachan rubbed his entire body against hers as his magical fingertips kneaded her back and squeezed her buxom rear.
Even as she continued to kiss and caress her golden haired lover, she reached back to run her free hand down the length of Lachan’s magnificent torso, then lowering her fingertips to coddle and caress his long, reverberating rod.
Rearing his head back with an aroused roar well worthy of a dragon prince, Lachan writhed and gyrated hard against her back as Gabriel saw to her front; seeming intent to distract her as he reached his hand downward to part her feminine folds, rubbing and kneading her sensitive nub as she sighed with delight.
Opening herself to him with a lusty sigh, she welcomed her golden haired lover as he surged fully and finally into her, his long wet tongue advancing forth into her mouth to match the rhythm of his deep and divine penetration.
Still she continued to rub and stroke Lachan’s shaft, relishing his attentions as he nipped and licked the back of her neck and his hands stroked her long soft hair.
She took in her breath moments later, as an impassioned Gabriel moved and shifted within her, until the tip of his cock stroked a soft fleshy spot just inside her entry.
“I promised you the ultimate pleasure,” he whispered against her lips, adding as he clutched her body to his, “and I intend to deliver.”
With these words, he tossed his hair forward to cover and tickle her sensitive breasts, at the same time thrusting forth his shaft to ignite her equally sensitive G-spot.
Sarah squealed outright against Gabriel’s lips as ecstasy overcame her, radiating free through her entire body as she herself delivered a mighty stroke that sent her dark haired lover over the edge.
Soon the trio’s ecstatic cries filled the air above them, intermingling with the sound of singing gulls overhead as Sarah stretched languidly in the grasses beneath her.
Turning her gently in his arms, Lachan picked a dew-glistened ruby red rose from the ground beneath them and rubbed its petals over her breasts and down her rounded tummy, all the while kissing her lips at a leisurely, languid pace.
Not to be forgotten, Gabriel kissed his way down her neck as he stroked her shoulders and back, whispering in her ear as he praised her strength, her kindness, and her beauty.
Her face erupted in a giddy grin as Lachan lowered his rose between her legs, coaxing open her feminine folds before tossing aside the flower and replacing it with his talented fingertips.
His free hand cupped her flushed cheek as his kiss intensified, their tongues entangling even as she reached her free hand backward to caress Gabriel’s firm muscled chest and tickle his solid abs.
She moaned against Lachan’s full luscious lips as he rubbed and coaxed her enflamed nub; his sensual movements coating her being with a rain of intense erotic sparks.
Whipping her shoulders with his long blond hair and rubbing his hard planed body against her back, Gabriel lowered his head to her neck and nibbled its sensitive nape, intensifying her pleasure as she clenched her soft thighs around Lachan’s nurturing—if devilish—hand.
Then, in an instant, her being exploded in another incredible climax; her heart pounding and her pulse reverberating as both of her lovers held her body fast and tight between them.
Finally, the trio collapsed together in the soft luxury of emerald grasses slathered in beams of newly born moonlight; a stunning spectacle that reminded the brothers of home.
“Have you made your choice, my darling?” Gabriel whispered in her ear. “If so, then we would like to take you home with us…to meet your future father in law and tell him which of his sons you intend to marry.”
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Moments later, Sarah found herself riding astride a dragon, soaring upward to the heights of a star strewn sky as she flew majestically in a race with the moon.
She took in her breath as she and her companions careened through the borders of an emerald realm; one in which the gold of a radiant full moon held court in a sky that glowed the greatest green.
Bracing her arms tightly around the stalwart neck of Gabriel—or was it Lachan? Blast it; in their dragon form they looked nearly identical—Sarah cast her gaze downward to behold a beautiful vision: a gem green structure of statuesque domes, towers and turrets, with expansive balconies and porches, emblazoned with a beautiful flag—one bearing the image of what appeared to be a dragon king.
“Welcome home,” the brothers told her, spreading their wings as they arched their bodies downward in a graceful final descent.
Soon, a dazed Sarah found herself jostled through an arched entryway and into a dressing room that adjoined the palace’s throne room, a small but grandiose chamber adorned with green brocade walls and a floral print dressing screen.
Awaiting her in this room was a beautiful couture gown that seemed like something out of a dream: a lush gown of leaf-green satin adorned with decorative ruffles around the neckline and down the front panel. The sleeves of the dress boasted bright satin bows, and aside from a striking lace-up bodice, it also came with an exquisite emerald choker.
Piling her hair atop her head and slipping into a waiting pair of soft teal slippers, Sarah left the sanctity of her temporary refuge and made her way into the throne room; a room whose walls glowed with a layer of lovely emerald tapestries and artworks overseen by a high stately ceiling.
Forming the head of this impressive room was a cushioned golden throne, the sitting place of a bearded grey-haired man who looked down upon her with a broad smile.
“Ah, Miss Sarah, finally we meet. I am Dracor, king of Vertania,” greeted the king, adding as he beckoned her forward, “Please come join us.”
Taking her place between the two princes who stood tall and proud before the throne, both adorned now in long bejeweled tunics and sleek black leather pantaloons, she greeted Dracor with a cheerful grin as she said, “Well, hey there. Mighty nice place you have here!”
Dracor pitched his head back, letting loose with a sharp guffaw that resounded loud from the surface of the palace walls.
“I can see why you adore her,” he told his sons, adding as he turned his attention to Sarah, “Before we settle down to a meal in the comfort of our royal dining hall, Miss, I find that I have only one question to ask you. Which of my sons, Sarah Coleman, would you have as your wedded prince?”
Biting her lip hard, Sarah looked from Gabriel to Lachan, finally turning her eyes to the king as she replied, “I must tell you, your majesty, that both of your sons represent the finest examples of true and flawless manhood. Both are handsome, noble, wise and respectful. I have come to know and love both o
f these princes, and so I must answer in all honesty: both of them.”
Dracor started.
“Did you say both of them?” he asked her, adding as he turned to his sons, “Would this arrangement be acceptable to the two of you?”
The princes looked at one another, then nodded.
“She is our queen,” Gabriel agreed, leaning forward to kiss the cheek of his beaming bride to be.
“Our one and true intended,” Lachan declared, kissing her other cheek with equal affection. “And we do love her so.”
The king smiled.
“If it works for you, my dear sons, then it works for me,” he declared, adding as he raised his arm to dramatic effect, “And so it shall be!”
THE END
Claimed By The Wild Alpha Werebear
Sasha’s nose twitched as a foreign scent caught his attention. He looked around the woods, grunting to himself as he tried to identify the person that the scent belonged to. Female, human, fertile; the thoughts were more impulse than thought in his ursine brain, and Sasha struggled to bring his human consciousness to the forefront. The scent did not belong to anyone he knew from the town of Green Tree; that much Sasha was able to bring himself to think. He opened his mind, finding the warm and comforting presences of the rest of his clan, scattered through the woods on their own solitary errands—hunting, enjoying the cool, moist air of springtime or the glowing moon, some of them foraging. Stranger, he thought—the one word a huge effort. As his human consciousness began to assert itself, Sasha found thinking in words easier. Stranger—in the woods. Steer clear. The Nita clan had managed to avoid detection from both the town itself and the people of the area—hikers, conservationists, and loggers—by avoiding them; it was one of Sasha’s many responsibilities as the Alpha of the group to warn his clan brethren whenever something like this happened. With any luck, the stranger was simply lost, would find her way out of the woods and into town, and that would be the end of it. Someone just passing through; that was the hope that flickered in Sasha’s mind.
He went back to foraging, thinking in the human part of his mind about the state of his clan as a whole. Bears—of all of the types of shifters—had special problems; they didn’t breed quite as ably as the wolves, or as plentifully as lions, who seemed to constantly be bearing twins. While they were human, or at least half-human, it seemed to Sasha as if some of their trouble was the fact that their animal natures were not as easily reconciled with human living. Bears in the wild were solitary creatures, males mating with females and then leaving shortly afterward, the young going off on their own after a few seasons. Werebears like himself and the other men of his clan were much more social than their strictly-animal counterparts; but they were still insular. We will have to reach out to other clans, Sasha thought. Fights had started to break out amongst his brothers—it was time for many of them, particularly for Sasha, to find a mate, and tensions were high, especially now that spring had arrived. Sasha had had to send away the few females born into the clan over the years since he had assumed the Alpha title; they were too closely related to the other members of the clan, and if mating urges held sway, they would have a high rate of miscarriages and birth defects in the offspring. Where wild bears mated in a system of serial monogamy, werebears mated for life, bonding with their mates. It would have been a disaster for the clan as a whole if Sasha had not sent the women away as they reached the proper age for mating.
He wandered through the woods, sniffing and snuffling, considering the problem even as he contemplated what he wanted to eat. If he wanted to keep the clan stable, he would have to find mates for his brothers; and in the back of his mind, Sasha knew that some of his temper in recent weeks had come from his own need to mate. The spring brought it on in all of them—the drive from their animal minds to take advantage of the lengthening days and the safety that summer and autumn provided. It wasn’t something that anyone could avoid, and Sasha knew that sooner or later he would come up hard against the realities of the situation, if he didn’t take action now.
As he was contemplating which of the other clans to approach, the foreign scent filled Sasha’s nose again—stronger this time, with an undercurrent of fear like burned gunpowder. The scent disrupted Sasha’s thoughts and he looked around in the darkness. If the woman had come this deep into the woods, she was lost indeed; he would have to take some kind of action, and perhaps steer her in another direction, back towards the town. Has anyone seen the stranger? Sasha called out mentally. He needed to place her—whoever she was—in order to know how to handle the situation. The fear that Sasha could smell on the woman’s scent was more intense than the simple anxiety of being lost in the woods, and Sasha had run afoul of wolves in recent weeks, taking advantage of the improved weather and the better hunting. No wolf pack would challenge a bear without good reason, but a human was another thing entirely.
Flickers of thought reached him; Sasha realized that he had to be the closest to the woman of the members of his clan. He felt a rising sense of irritation that his time in the woods would be marred by the necessity of attending to a human woman who didn’t have the sense to avoid getting lost and exposing herself to the dangers that wild animals presented. Sasha lumbered in the direction of the scent, grumbling to himself in little growls as he made his way through the thick underbrush and tightly packed trees. The last thing he needed on a night like this was to have to steer some woman back to the road—she’d probably be frightened and scream at him the moment he showed up. In the distance, Sasha heard the telltale sound of a howl carrying through the air; the local wolf pack was nearby. He had to get to her quickly. She’s about to blunder on wolves, Sasha thought, projecting his mental voice to the other members of his clan. I need some backup. Armand, James, Holt—fall in with me. Sasha hurried his movements, torn between the impressive presence that his bear form would make—a better guarantee of deterring wolves—and the nimbleness and speed of his human form. Even if the human stranger irritated him, he didn’t want her to be attacked.
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“Good God, could I be any stupider?” Alexandra looked around in a state of barely-suppressed panic at the anonymous woods that loomed around her. She no longer had any idea whatsoever of where her car was; the light of a nearly-full moon had seemed enough to guide her steps through the thickly-wooded area back to the town, but somehow she had managed to thoroughly lose herself in the black-green depths. Right, great idea, talking out loud where the wild animals can hear you, she thought, staggering to a stop on the clinging, draping underbrush of the forest as she thought she heard something like movement. Alexandra turned in a slow circle, thinking fretfully that even if she wanted to get back to her broken-down car, she wasn’t likely to be able to retrace her steps.
It had seemed so straightforward when she had left home that afternoon; Alexandra found an uprooted tree in the silver-tinged light of the moon and sank down on it, sighing. She had decided that instead of paying the obscene rate for a train ticket, she would just drive. Her car was only a few years younger than she was—but it had been behaving itself well, and it wasn’t as though the drive was across state lines. Alexandra had noticed the old Volvo beginning to run a little hot in the stop-and-go traffic a few towns back; but she had hoped when she stopped for dinner that the cool-off time would help it get through the trek.
She had a job interview in two days’ time; she had already called ahead to the hotel to let them know that she was running late, but Alexandra was now feeling as though the possibilities of even getting there were completely hopeless. The car had overheated right in the midst of the woods, just a mile or two south of the closest town. While Alex had not been exactly thrilled at the idea of walking two miles or more to get to the nearest gas station—and therefore arrange a meeting with a roadside assistance guy—she had decided that there was nothing else for it, and that she would rather not spend the rest of the night locked in her car in the middle of nowhere.
Alexandra shivered
in the slight chill of the air as the light breeze dried the sweat on her arms and legs. The woods looked—and felt—so very forbidding. Every few moments, it seemed, there was the sound of something moving, and in the distance she had heard the unmistakable howls of a pack of wolves. As she sat, attempting to figure out what she should do next, Alexandra heard the sounds of the forest around her starting to rise up a little more: creaky chirps and buzzing of bugs, an inquiring hoot from an owl—and in the distance an air-splitting shriek from another nocturnal bird. She swallowed against the tight dryness in her throat, looking around in the gloomy, pale light. If I tried to get back to my car, I’d probably only get even more hopelessly lost, Alexandra thought bitterly. But if I keep going forward, I’m only going to get more lost, too. Congrats, ‘Lex. Your options are: lost or lost. She hugged herself, trying to find something—anything—she could use as a landmark.
Alexandra’s throat tightened again, and she felt her eyes stinging as tears began to form, rolling down her cheeks. She was scared, alone, and tired; and though she hated—hated—to cry, at least there would be no one there in the woods to hear or see her doing it. She hugged her knees, slipping down the slightly slick surface of the downed log onto the ground and began to cry in earnest. All this because I’m too broke for a fucking train ticket, she thought bitterly.
Her sobs were interrupted by another howl, and Alexandra gulped. “Oh my God,” she whispered, uncurling her body. Her heart beat faster in her chest; that howl had been much, much closer than the previous ones she had heard. As if to confirm her suspicion, she heard yips, growls, and movement—only a dozen yards away at most.
All at once, Alexandra was on her feet, her worry about her job prospects and the broken-down car evaporating in the face of a much more important concern. She lurched into a run, not even certain of where she was going, only completely sure that she needed to do whatever she could to put distance between herself and the wolf pack. They may not have been hunting her specifically; but that would not stop them from reacting to her presence—and her fear—if they stumbled across her. For a few moments, relief flooded through Alexandra; maybe she would be able to get sufficiently far away that the wolves would go after something else. Maybe the wolves hadn’t noticed her at all. Maybe she would find a tree she could climb to keep away from the pack, long enough for them to lose interest.