by Nikki Wild
"Yes," I said again and closed my fist around his cock.
Cord inhaled sharply as my lips closed around the bulbous tip of his shaft. The first swipe of my tongue across the smoothness made me moan out loud, my fingers moving down to ease some of the pressure in my aching pussy. As I slid my lips down, I felt Matt's hands between my legs. "I haven't tasted you yet," he growled in my ear, lifting my hips so that I was on my hands and knees. "I bet you taste of the sweetest honey."
I moaned as his tongue found me. He was slower, more deliberate than Denton, pressing the flat of his tongue against the whole of my sex and staying there, letting me grind my hips in ecstasy against his face as I slurped Cord's massive cock into my throat. I rocked back and forth, my whole body shivering. My left side burned hot with the flames of the fires, my right side was ice cold in the chill of the night and the competing sensations swirled upward inside of me into a tornado of lust. As I opened my mouth to scream around Cord's rock hard cock, Matt stood up quickly. With a firm grasp of my hips, he rocked me backward and slammed his cock right into my dripping pussy, burying himself right up to the hilt.
I screamed and arched my back as Matt began fucking me slow and deep. I let the rhythm carry me as I slid back and forth from pole to pole, my mouth full of Cord's cock, my pussy full of Matt's cock. "We are almost complete," Matt growled, his voice husky.
"Almost?" I mumbled around Cord's cock.
There was no answer. Instead I felt myself lifted and turned, still impaled on Matt's cock as he kept moving within me, slowly and inexorably. "We need to be united," Matt said as I found myself facing him, lifted aloft. Then he lowered himself to the dirt, still fucking me with his immense strength.
When he lay back on the dirt, I knelt upward and looked down to where he was sliding in and out of me. My pussy lips were stretched beyond anything I had ever experience. I was completely full, but still I ached for something more.
I didn't have long to wait. As I rode Matt's rock hard cock, sliding up and down and grinding my hips against him, I felt the heat of another body behind me. "Relax," Denton's ordered, his breath in my ear as he reached around and began to rub my clit in rhythm with my strokes.
I moaned and leaned back on him, nuzzling against his chest like a cat. It felt so good what he was doing that I barely even noticed the first pressure against my ass.
"Wait..." I cried, trying to look back.
"Relax," he repeated, rubbing me harder. I came like lightning; ripped headlong into a screaming orgasm that burned through me so fast I collapsed against Matt's chest.
And that was when Denton's slipped his cock into my ass.
The stinging ring of fire burned hot and fast, but as the two men began to move in tandem, the fire subsided into a pleasurable heat that intensified as they moved faster. I moaned long and low, unable to move as they crushed me between their weights, the unyielding hardness of their muscles almost as rigid as the punishing iron of their cocks. I was swollen and stuffed to the brim even before Cord knelt before me, but when he plunged his cock back into my waiting throat, I knew I was complete.
The fire crackled as a pine knot exploded, but the noise of our combined moans, grunts and the slap of sweaty skin against skin was even louder, filling my ears. The werebears had me in every way they could, every orifice stuffed full. They moved me and molded me as they saw fit, a vessel for their pleasure. The feel of their hands on my skin, fingers kneading roughly, their lips flaming kisses across my neck and breasts, their fingers in my hair, it was whirlwind of sensation that spun me right out of control. I came like a freight train, so wildly out of control that I felt like I was outside of myself, flying and falling at the same time.
Cord shuddered first, his thigh muscles twitching as his balls drew up tight. I heard him groan long and low and then he thrust his cock so far down my throat that I nearly gagged. The hot wet spurt of his cum sliding down my throat so inflamed me that I licked my lips, wanting to taste every precious drop. He tasted like woodsmoke and pine cones and the smell of the forest after the rain. I moaned in pleasure and smiled up at his gasping face.
Cord knelt down and covered my face with his kiss even as Matt and Denton still pumped inside of me. "You are the one," he told me, his lips brushing against mine. "You are ours."
My moan of consent was drowned out by a shuddering cry as Denton buried himself deep into my ass, the burning fire of his girth setting my body alight once more. Cord held me as I shrieked to feel Denton's cock jerk inside of me, the twitching spasm filling me up inside. He collapsed on top of me and growled in my ear, the remnants of the animal he was giving voice to his pleasure.
Matt threw his head back and jerked his hips upward with an earth shattering roar. The air shifted and shimmered around him as he struggled to maintain control of his animal passion, pumping his essence deep inside of me. I was lifted upward from the sheer force of his thrust, the power of him nearly breaking me in two. I felt him pump out the last drops of his pleasure, filling me up completely.
And then the four of us collapsed into a pile in the dirt.
I wasn't sure where I ended and they began. We were tangled in a mess of limbs, still intertwined and connected. "The ceremony is complete," Cord whispered.
I couldn't help myself, I moaned in disappointment. "It's over?" I whispered.
Matt laughed, his voice lighter and happier than it had been all night. "The ceremony is over, but that doesn't mean the night has to be."
I sat up as he pulled himself from inside of me, feeling the slow trickle of his spunk as it leaked from me. He ran his fingers down my face to cup my breast in his hand, and I saw his spent cock stir. I smiled and knelt upward. "So the war is over?" I asked as I closed my fist around his cock.
"The war is over," he grunted, pressing my head down so that his rapidly hardening cock brushed against my lips. I opened my mouth wide, tasting myself on his skin.
The ceremony was over but the night had barely begun. The shifters took their turns with me, each using me as he saw fit until the faint pink of dawn lit the horizon. I was shuddering and quivering, my orgasm-wracked body wrung out and exhausted. As the first bird call rang out, Cord smiled at me. "Don't be scared," he whispered.
And then the shimmering air vibrated his body and his bear exploded out from his skin. Dropping to all fours, the powerful beast lowered his body. Matt lifted me upward and I sank into the silky fur, clutching fistfuls in my hands as he began to walk with me.
"Are we going to my campsite?" I murmured sleepily to Matt.
Matt looked up at me as we loped along. We were headed deeper into the woods.
"We are going to the den," he replied.
"We?" I sat up.
"You are our queen now, mated to the clan," he explained.
A bolt of terror shot through me even as the excitement of his words took hold. "Queen?"
"You are the mate of three alphas now," Denton elaborated. "Your power is even greater than ours."
"Even if we wanted to let you go," Matt smiled, "we couldn't. You are part of us now. To leave your side would be..." he didn't finish, only shuddered.
I lay my head down on Cord's back, feeling the play of his muscles under the tough hide. I had lost control and gained a kingdom. I had come to the woods seeking solace and instead I found ecstasy.
"Yes," I whispered. This moment was all I could have wished for, and being with these men… These werebears… That was all I would ever need…
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Did you enjoy Taken by Two Alphas? You’ll love “Taken By Four WEREBEARS”
Here’s a little taste:
"Hello?" I yelped.
There was no answer except the wind in the trees. I peered down the sloping drive and caught sight of a squat building hidden beyond the rise. "Finally!" I crowed and tried to push my way forward.
My heels sank into the snow, Each step was a struggle and I was exhausted. But when I heard that noise again, a low rumble, I started to run.
"Fuck, don't eat me, fuck, don't eat me," I whimpered as I hit the steps on the low porch. I felt safer somehow and paused to look behind me.
The unbroken snow of the forest was marred here and there with set of tracks. I didn't recognize them, but they looked big.
"Fuck," I whimpered and slid the key into the lock.
The door swung open and I gasped. The scene I had imagined was laid out before me, but that was wrong. No one should be living here, but it was every inch the cozy cabin of my dreams with wool blankets over the overstuffed couch, a fire roaring in the woodstove...and four sets of men's boots lined up neatly at the door.
"What the...fuck?" I said aloud.
There was that noise again, an animal growl that made me whirl around to stare at the woods. The noise seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. I shivered and grabbed ahold of the doorframe and brandished my pocketbook like a weapon. "Get back!" I croaked. No pepper spray, no gun. I grabbed my keys and brandished them like I remembered from self defense class. "I'll, er, scratch the hell out of you!"
"And who the hell might you be?" I almost fell over when I heard the low rumble of a man's voice behind me. But I managed to right myself as I saw the three giant, furry forms emerging from the woods.
I had three huge grizzly bears advancing on me, and behind me an as yet unseen man practically breathing down my neck.
"Don't kill me," I squeaked, feeling my throat squeeze tightly in panic.
There was a rumble, low, almost like a bass note, barely perceptible. I felt it run through my toes and into my body.
The air around the bears seemed to be shimmering, a vibration that matched the low rumble. I sank slowly to my knees as one by one, the huge bears constricted down to the shapes of three men.
Huge men.
Hugely muscled men.
Hugely muscled...naked men.
"What the fuck?" I whispered. My teeth clacked together, chattering in fear.
"Well, nice work boys," the man behind me called out over my head. "Now she's seen us, so we're going to have to make sure she doesn't tell anyone we're here," I felt a hand on my shoulder, lifting my hair up and letting it fall back through unseen fingers. The little hairs on my neck stood on end, both from the unfamiliar touch, and from the glowering looks on the men's faces. Each of them was different, but they looked the same somehow too. Dark-haired, ranging from brown to jet-black, toweringly tall, exceedingly handsome and seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were standing naked in the snow.
And there was the small matter of them being bears a moment ago. Let's not forget that.
"I didn't see anything," I promised, even as I stared at them. "I won't say anything to anyone."
"How can we be sure of that?" The voice behind me was even closer and I could feel the incredible heat rising off of his unseen body. A small strange spark started at the base of my spine.
Slowly I turned to face the speaker behind me. As I did, I felt, rather than heard, another rumble through my toes. The vibrations thrilled up my spine and my stomach did a strange twisting little dance once I faced him.
I craned my neck upward to drink him all in, from the broad muscular chest all the way up to the heavy-lidded eyes. He looked down at me and the faintest smirk played about his lips.
“Why are you here, curious little dove?”
"This is my cabin…" I replied, barely able to get the words out.
"Your cabin?" the man growled. "Who sent you, girl? This cabin belongs to Benton."
"Benton was my grandfather. He passed away five months ago."
The man gave another growl that was answered by the three other men. It almost sounded anguished. "Benton was our ally, and he swore a blood oath to keep our clan secret," the man in front of me snarled. "You are his blood?"
"I am," I swallowed again. He was so completely, so perfectly naked, that I couldn't help but blush every time my gaze wandered downward. Which it did...frequently. This was absurd. My life was in danger from these savage bear-men, but the slow pulse in my groin kept me blushing wildly.
"Then you may enter."
The man stepped to the side and gestured for me to enter the cabin. I had to squeeze past him, brushing up against his body. He was so warm I was surprised he wasn't steaming in the chill of the air.
"So, uh, what happens now?" I blushed again as the four naked men tromped into the house. The heat of the fire was so intense that I immediately started peeling off the layers I had bundled myself into. I could feel four pairs of eyes snap to my body at once.
"I am Slate." The first man spoke. "My clan-mates, my brothers here, are Benson, Clark, and Desmond."
Benson nodded his head, his chestnut waves glinting Danielle in the firelight. Clark glowered from under his jet black eyebrows and Desmond gave a wide smile.
"Uh, I'm Danielle," I said. "Nice to see...er...meet you."
Desmond chuckled as Slate spoke again. "The secret of our clan's existence must never be shared with the rest of the human world." The low timbre of his voice thrilled through me and the heat from the fire had me flushing even harder. "Since you are of Benton's blood, we will not kill you," I felt the shimmer of danger and relief hit me all at once, making my limbs sag, "but we will require another form of an oath before we will allow you to leave us."
I looked at each of them. Benson shifted on his feet, Clark stepped forward, looming huge. Desmond gave a private little laugh that told me more than Slate's words ever could.
"An...oath."
"A solemn vow," Slate went on, "that requires some sacrifice to be made."
"What kind of sacrifice?" I gulped.
"Benton made his with blood," Slate explained.
At the mention of blood my stomach heaved and I felt myself go faint. "No blood," I shook my head.
"Then something else," Benson spoke up.
"A mingling of our essences," Desmond grinned.
"Binding you to us," Clark growled.
Slate moved forward and I felt the heat from his skin even before he ran his finger lightly over my cheek. "Binding you to all of us," he repeated as he trailed it across my jaw and pressed it against my lips.
I felt my insides go to mush as my stomach dropped down into my core, a slow pulsing warmth spreading through my veins like warm honey. He pressed his finger past my lips, trailing it over the tips of my teeth before slipping it into my mouth.
My reflexes took over, a completely animal instinct. I closed my lips around his thick finger and sucked greedily, swirling my tongue along to lap the salt from his skin. He tasted like the forest, a primal tang that seemed to wake my sleeping body.
I wanted more. I couldn’t explain it. An almost supernatural attraction boiled bene
ath my skin. I’d spent my whole life looking for something I could never truly explain, and here in this room, I’d found it…
There was that low growl again, as Benson, Clark, and Desmond moved towards me. Clark's hand moved down to touch his swinging cock and my eyes travelled down, watching.
When I saw what was lurking down there, I caught my breath and choked on Slate's finger.
"Oh my god," I whispered as I gazed at each swollen member in turn."
“She has the scent, doesn’t she…” Slate said quietly, drawing a long breath. “This little dove doesn’t even know her true form.”
“She has the mark,” came Desmond’s voice from behind me as he hooked a thumb along the edge of my pants, tugging them downward just far enough to see the small birthmark on my hip.