Billionaire Untamed (BBW Werelion Shifter Menage)

by Jacqueline D Cirque

  I start to dream. It would be impossible to choose just one of them. I laugh selfishly to myself. No, Ana, you’ll just have to seduce them both.

  Rummaging through the kitchen drawers for a knife to cut the tag off, I find a pair of binoculars.

  I’ve got nothing better to do than sit and wait, so I head up to the roof and look out over the tundra with binoculars pressed against my eyes.

  I struggle to focus at first and then begin to make out small details. There’s a group of what appears to be wildebeest in the southwest corner. I scan further across a low-lying river to a patch of tall grass. I jump back.

  I apply the binoculars again and look closer. The sun’s low, but backlit in the grass is a moving figure. No, two moving figures.

  They emerge bloody from the grass, two lions of equal build.

  The animals are so majestic and powerful cannot help but take a cautious step backwards even though they are nowhere near the villa.

  I squint into the binoculars, making out their manes gently shifting in the hot breeze, the tuft of their tails sweeping back and forth. They are truly kings of the animal kingdom.

  Licking their lips from the kill, they begin to make their way towards me, but it’s what I see next that blows my mind.

  Within the space of a few meters the lions have become men—the brothers, to be precise.

  What. The. Hell?

  I take my eyes away and then glue them back to binoculars. A minute ago there were two lions there and now there are two McMannon brothers, arm over each other’s shoulders, laughing. They’re covered in blood, and they’re naked.

  I know I shouldn’t look, but my eyes gravitate to their crotches and the large members swinging between their legs.

  So, that rumor was true then.

  Still, what is going on here? There’s no doubting it. I’m not hallucinating.

  I remember the golden eyes that watched me through the window last, the same golden eyes as Dante’s.

  Couldn’t be, but the more I think about it the more it starts to make sense. Out here no one would be the wiser. They’re free to roam all over this estate in ‘lion mode’.

  I take the binoculars down and head downstairs, pacing until there’s a chime at the door.

  When I answer it the twins are standing there with a trolley dressed smart casual, sports jackets over tight jeans.

  Dante smiles, eyes glowing and no blood to be seen. In fact, they seem impossibly fresh and clean. “Did someone order room service?”

  I welcome them in. There’s a round table between the kitchen and lounge overlooking the tundra. I set us up there with utensils while the boys prepare the food.

  To my delight, they’ve brought wine—that glorious substance of the gods.

  Conversation comes easily. Wine flows. There’s laughter, glances. I grow a little tipsy. I almost forget all about the whole turning-into-a-lion thing when I see Dante’s eyes flash as something dart’s outside.

  “What? Feeling hungry?” I blurt out.

  Where’s your god-damn filter, Ana!

  Dante looks confused. “Excuse me?”

  I wink. “A little midnight snack, hmm?” I wink. Yes, I actually wink at this man-god.

  My mouth continues to run on auto-pilot. “I saw the whooooole thing through the binoculars, the lion-shifting, werecreature whatthefuckeveritis.”

  The boys remain calm, quietly placing their utensils down. They exchange one of those telepathic looks only twins seem to get.

  “Well,” says Kane, wiping his chin, “I guess it’s all out in the open then.”

  Even I know I look puzzled. “It is?”

  “Sure,” continues Dante, eyes boring through me, “we’re shifters, lion shifters to be precise.”

  “You are?”

  “Yes, we don’t know why, we don’t know how. It just happens, more so around a full moon, but, as you saw, we can shift during the day as well. Oh, and by the way, I really enjoyed your little show last night.”

  I blush furiously, all heat pressing up into my cheeks. Oh shit.

  “Look,” says Dante, “we want you, Ana. You’re in heat. You’re making us… wild, for a better choice of word.” He watches me with such intensity I feel I’m going to combust. “I want nothing more to bury my cock in you, explode inside your pussy, mate you, fuck you, make you mine.”

  “Ours,” Kane corrects.

  “Y-you do?”

  I cannot believe this is happening. I look around for cameras, for anything to bring me back to reality, but nope, this is it.

  Dante pushes his chair back and stands, his brother following suit. He tears off his shirt, just mauls it into shreds right in front of my eyes. What’s underneath is pure, sexy perfection.

  In contrast, Kane unbuttons his shirt slowly, the same crazy-good body following.

  This is too much for me. I’m in overload. I was the one who was supposed to be doing the seducing here.

  “We want to fuck you, Ana. We want to fuck you now.”

  Dante comes over, pulling me from the chair and hoisting me over his shoulder.

  My view of his ass is fleeting before I’m placed onto my feet in the master bedroom shaking like a leaf.

  “Do we intimidate you?” says Kane, watching me like a lion would prey, stalking around me with cold calculation, taking in my flesh and curves.

  “Yes,” I stutter, the wooziness I felt earlier from the wine turning into acute clarity.

  “It’s dangerous here, Ana. We cannot always keep the poachers out. We’ve even killed a couple. We’ve done terrible things. We are dangerous. Do you understand?

  I nod.

  Dante scents the air, eyes closed. “I can smell how hot you are. Do you know what a turn-on that is for our kind?”

  I really don’t, but just seeing these two standing before me half-naked is more than enough.

  Dante comes forward. His lips find mine, his hands sliding down my dress to the hollow of my back. He presses me forward into his chest. I’m aware of his erection, rigid, between us.

  God, it’s far better than I dreamed—the way his tongue moves with such animalistic urgency in my mouth, the manly musk of his arousal.

  Kane moves closer, but it’s Dante, clearly the alpha, who takes charge, pressing me back, pinning me against the window and lifting my leg, rubbing his crotch against my damp panties.

  My nipples become hard arrowheads against the pads of my bra.

  We break apart and I look into the golden orbs of Dante’s eyes, lost.

  Kane stands beside us. Dante guides my mouth to his twin’s and it is now, compressed against the window between them, I realize I am powerless, completely at the mercy of these men.

  Kane and I kiss as Dante’s fingers run around the stiff hem of my panties and bury themselves deep into my core. They work steadily against the corrugated roof of my cunt, fingering my g-spot until I’m moaning and mewling around Kane’s lips. I gasp openly into his mouth.

  Out the corner of my eye I take in Dante’s body—firm, planed muscle sculpted by the soft light coming from the sunset behind us. He pushes his twin away and takes the top of my dress with two hands.

  “What are you-” but I don’t get the words out before he pulls, tearing the dress easily down the center, shreds of it feathering to the floor around me.

  Fuck yes.

  Dante comes against me, unclasping my bra with one hand from the back, my bare breasts revealed. Multiple hands fall on them, weighting and pinching and smoothing over my skin.

  Kane falls to his knees before me, tearing off my panties and adding his mouth to my hip, my stomach. He moves south, fighting with his brother for my territories.

  Naked, disheveled, we move as a single, heaving mass onto the bed.

  Both brothers are breathing hard, grunting and primal. Their eyes glow and beckon, need fierce. I pant equally frantic, quite stunned as to how easily I’ve been caught up in this strange, shifter menage.

  My pussy’s sa
turated, open and eager and desperate to take in whatever organ or digit should come this way. Dante pulls his fingers steaming from my slit and works them into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of my desire.

  I lie on the mattress as the two men hover beside me. They strip off their pants in turn, cocks like spears between their legs raised to the sky. The brothers may share the same face, but their members are different. Dante seems slightly larger, while Kane’s cock is bent slightly, balls swelled high. My pussy throbs.

  It’s Kane who makes the next move. He gets down flat on the mattress and places my ankle behind his head. He glues his lips to my cunt, his fingers slipping easily into my sex.

  Dante is not to be left out. He kneels beside me and places his cock in my hands. I pump it lightly back and forth, rolling my hand over his knob and the pearl of pre-cum atop it. Kane reaches up, his hand closing over the mound of a breast, pressing his mouth firmly against my open pussy.

  My orgasm rises. My body pulls and swells as Kane adds a second and then three fingers inside me.

  It hits me before I even know what’s happened. I come, biting my lip and my entire body levitating from the bed. Kane sucks lightly at my clit and I buck again, squeezing Dante’s cock for support.

  I’m still reeling, barely lucid as the twins turn my body over and position me on my knees in the center of the bed. Dante comes behind me, lifting my ass into the air.

  He slaps a buttock, the sting of the blow reverberating through my body. “Let me show you how we fuck in the wild.” He spreads my cheeks. My loins stir below, my pussy widening and labia flowering outwards in readiness.

  With a grunt Dante drives himself to the hilt inside me.

  A gasp of air explodes from my mouth. The unfulfillment I’ve felt for so many months is gone. It all melts away with Dante’s thick cock stuffing my cunt. He draws back easily in my wetness and rams home again, the narrow glove of my vagina drawing him in with each stroke.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he coos. Kane watches on from the side eagerly. My dewy arousal remains on his lips, sweat having broken out on his brow.

  I sink my hips back against Dante’s hammering cock, howling in pleasure as his balls press against my pubis.

  I’m getting close again, struggling to believe this is actually happening. I’m being fucked by two men, men who becomes lions every full moon. Seriously, what the fuck, Ana?”

  I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I say it in time to the battering that comes against my rump.

  Suddenly, Dante withdraws.

  I recover my breath, opening my eyes to find only the bedhead before me, Kane gone.

  He reappears, sliding underneath me. A pressure comes against my anus. I stiffen.

  “W-what’s going on?” I stutter, twisting my head to work out exactly what these two are up to. Dante stands behind my buttocks, his cock lined up leisurely between my ass cheeks. Kane positions himself below me, guiding his own cock up into the wet mess of my folds.

  There’s more pressure against my virgin asshole.

  “Have you ever been fucked by two men before, Ana?” says Dante, adding yet more pressure to the tight pucker of my ass.

  “N-no.”

  “I’m not talking about boys, Ana. I’m talking about men, alpha males, the best of their species.”

  And they are. These guys are the pinnacle, the top of the food chain, powerful and all-consuming in every aspect of their lives.

  “We share everything in the pride.”

  “I’ve never had anal. It’s too…”

  “What?” Dante presses, the head of Kane’s cock sitting against my opening.

  “Taboo.”

  “That’s right,” and with that cue from his brother, Kane drives up into my wetness, his shaft filling my cunt.

  Dante reaches down and gathers the wetness being pumped out of my hole on his fingers, massaging this natural lubricant into the pink hole of my anus. His cock presses up against the tiny opening and I have no idea how it’s going to fit, especially not with Kane furiously pumping into my pussy below.

  Kane holds the wide sweep of my hips and presses forward firmly, his knob glancing upwards off the puckered knot, but he’s not a quitter. His hands shift. He spreads my buttocks wider and slowly, slowly the fat head of his cock is swallowed up into the heated tunnel of my rectum.

  He’s so fucking big. Tears well in my eyes. I cry out. Below, Kane increases his place, lifting his head to pull a hanging nipple into his mouth. His cock rides up against his twin’s separated by the thin wall of flesh between my two orifices

  Dante lifts himself above my ass, screwing down hard. My asshole burns and stretches to accommodate him. He pulls my cheeks apart as wide as they will go and with one final push manages to fill my ass my completely with cock.

  When they start to move together, I grow faint. We’re a sweaty, hot mass in motion. I’m trapped between them, sandwiched between two billionaires with a secret.

  All the while Kane whispers in my ear, telling me how much he loves my body, my curves, every inch of my glorious pussy.

  They pump harder and faster, picking up speed until it becomes almost unbearable the sensation is so great.

  Dante growls, his voice shifting. Kane purrs below, syllables slick against the side of my face. I can smell them—the hunt, the sweetness of the kill, everything primal and natural that lurks below the skin.

  Dante lowers himself and spears into my ass at a different angle. It stretches out new areas of my internal passage, running against Kane’s cock below with even greater friction, balls rising high against their bodies filled with cum.

  Dante pulls out. I’m about to protest when his lips press against my anus. He gently sucks at the distended rosette. It’s so fucking naughty and dirty I almost give out on the spot, but I hold on, my head lolling back and forth.

  Dante tongues my asshole with one final swipe before running his cock back in long and deep. The stirrings of an orgasm continue to grow stronger. I close my eyes, waiting.

  Kane reaches up and fists my hair in his hand, pulling me down to his mouth, stifling my cries. “You’re on heat,” Kane announces from my rump. “I can smell it. I can feel it.”

  I’m not on birth control, but I don’t care. Something strange has happened to me. I’m caught up, swept up in the moment.

  I break the lip lock with Kane long enough to plead. “Please, do it,” gasping, “fill me up with your cum.”

  My legs groan and buckle at the words externalized, the danger and risk, but it all just adds to the growing excitement in my core.

  My arms can barely support my body as the twins fuck me harder than ever before. I semi-collapse against Kane’s chest, the two shifters defiling and distorting my young body at their whim.

  The brothers work in unison now, both cocks thrusting forward and a cry punching out from my mouth that’s a tangled mix of pleasure and pain. They pull back as one organ and drive to the hairs again.

  I grit my teeth, trying to hold off the orgasm for a little longer but knowing it’s impossible. I think of both of them, how it must be to feel your prick rubbing up against another.

  They stroke into me in a slow cadence, reaming me out. I start to convulse and flap between them. This is it, Ana.

  I drool onto Kane’s cheek as I’m taken by my climax. Its strength and violence is unlike anything I have known before. I literally scream until my lungs burn, my cunt and ass clamping and releasing, my mind scrambled.

  Both men groan simultaneously, my martyred flesh flooded with sperm.

  We stay intertwined for some time huffing as one creature. Dante leaves first, my ass almost going with him. Kane follows, cum spilling from my open lips.

  I flop sideways, my vision still distorted. My asshole is sore, my thighs on fire, but I’ve never been so satisfied in my life. My nipples remain erect, my pussy red and raw from the brutal fucking it has just received.

  The two men gather on the bed befo
re me, cocks slowly falling limp streaked with our mutual desire. They look at each other knowingly, smug.

  “By the way,” says Kane, “we looked over your proposal for the merger. We’re happy to go ahead with it provided you receive the commission.”

  I’m confused. “Ah, what? I thought I was meeting with representatives from Global tomorrow?”

  “We bought them out.”

  “Last week,” Dante adds.”

  “This was the meeting. You are the clients?”

  “Well, yes, and yes, and a very successful meeting it was, might I add.”

  “But…?” There are too many questions. Have I been played? I certainly don’t feel like I have. I feel like I’ve just experienced something powerful, earth-shattering. “You set this all up?”

  Dante laughs. “You wouldn’t believe how expensive it was to book out every room in the city.”

  Holy fuck. “Why me?”

  “Your picture, in your email signature. The email your boss, Marcus, sent through.”

  “You did all this based on a tiny thumbnail?”

  “There was a little more research than that involved. Give us some credit, please.”

  “You could have any girl—models, whatever…

  “But we want you, curves and all.”

  I’m flattered, a little, no, a lot shocked.

  “Oh, and I’m afraid I’ve already let your boss and colleagues know you’ll be spending a bit more time with us to ease the merger through. Say, a month should do it. Will that be a problem?”

  Fucked like that for a month, orgasms for days? Hell no it won’t. I shake my head. “No problem at all.”

  Dante’s smile grows even wider. “Good, because when it comes to wildlife around here, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

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