Alaskan Sabears 2: Game Over (Siren Pulblishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  “No,” Hopper said as he grabbed another towel from the cupboard and walked toward her.

  “You can’t—”

  “Settle down, love. We don’t want you to give yourself another headache,” Hopper said as he moved around behind her and then started to gently dry her hair. Tammy turned and slapped at him, but when Phelan grasped her wrists in his, she shrieked again.

  “Tammy, stop it,” Phelan ordered.

  “You stop it. I don’t need your help and I certainly don’t want you in here.”

  Hopper sighed and stepped back, and then walked out.

  Phelan released her wrists spun on his heels and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Tammy sighed with relief. She wasn’t really embarrassed about them seeing her naked, she was embarrassed about how needy she was. She couldn’t shift and her senses weren’t as good as the men’s, but even she could smell her desire. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t scented them the moment they’d entered the bathroom, but put it down to the perfume of the body wash overriding the scents. The moment she’d stepped out of the shower and seen them and smelled the delectable aromas, her insides had heated up and started quaking. If she hadn’t managed to get them to leave, Tammy knew it would have been game over.

  She was so hungry for them the last nine years of them avoiding her didn’t seem to matter. She’d wanted to go over to them, rip their clothes off and lick them all over. Just the thought of tasting their skin on her tongue had her salivating and trembling harder. Her inner thighs were wet with her juices and her pussy was clenching convulsively around emptiness. Tammy wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer and wasn’t sure why she even bothered. She knew it was inevitable that they’d all end up in bed and mated, so why was she fighting so hard? “Oh, yeah, because they don’t want me.”

  Once Tammy had brushed her teeth and dried and brushed her hair, she entered the bedroom to search for something to wear. She sighed with exasperation when she noticed a pair of boxers and a large T-shirt had been left on the bed. She put them on and giggled when the boxers fell back to her ankles. She tugged them up again and tied and knot at the inside of the waistband, and after making sure the boxers wouldn’t fall down again, she pulled the socks over her feet and snickered when they ended at her knees. She probably looked like a little kid playing dress up in her father’s clothes, but since she hadn’t seen any of her own things, there was nothing she could do. Not unless she wanted to race through town and back home, which she didn’t. She was curious and wanted answers.

  She tugged the neck of the T-shirt back over her shoulder and headed out of the bedroom, down the hall, and toward the kitchen. She’d been in Phelan’s and Hopper’s house heaps of times, but she’d never ventured beyond the living room and combined kitchen and dining room. She glanced into the two other bedrooms as she passed by, noting the dark wood furniture and massive beds.

  She paused outside the kitchen entrance, drew in a deep, fortifying breath, and stepped over the threshold. Phelan and Hopper were sitting at the table sipping from coffee mugs and staring into space as if lost in thought. They both turned their gazes toward her when she entered.

  Hopper rose and hurried over to her. “How are you feeling, sweetheart? Are you hungry, thirsty? Do you need any more painkillers?”

  “Good. Yes, yes, and no.”

  Hopper frowned and then smiled down at her. “What do you feel like eating? Do you want coffee or something else?”

  “Coffee, please, and maybe a piece of toast.”

  “Take a seat, Tams. I’ll have it ready in a jiffy.”

  Tammy walked toward the table and would have moved to the other side but Phelan grasped her upper arm, pulled the chair out next to him, and helped her into it. She kept her gaze averted and tried not to breathe in through her nose, but no matter what she did, Phelan’s and Hopper’s fragrances were everywhere. When her womb and pussy tightened with fiery need, she wrapped her arms around her waist and bent over.

  “What’s wrong, baby? Are you in pain?” Phelan caressed a hand up and down her back causing her to moan. She could feel the heat of his hand through the T-shirt, and though it felt amazing, it wasn’t enough. Tammy wanted to feel his skin touching hers. She wanted them touching her all over and to take the deep-seated ache burning inside of her away.

  “No. Yes. I don’t know.” She gasped when her forehead hit the table, but thankfully she was fully healed and it didn’t hurt.

  “Fuck!” Phelan shoved his arm under her knees and at her back before he lifted her from her seat and placed her in his lap. Tammy groaned. She could feel the muscles in his thighs flexing and bunching beneath her own legs and when she shifted she felt a hard ridge digging into her hip. “Look at me, baby.”

  Tammy lifted her gaze toward Phelan and gasped when she saw how hungry his glowing blue eyes were. His nostrils flared as he inhaled and he closed his eyes on a groan.

  “Shit!” Hopper sloshed coffee from the mug when he placed it on the table in front of her. The plate with her toast clattered onto the table, too.

  Tammy drew in a breath and when she smelled the musky cologne of Phelan’s and Hopper’s desire, all thought of food fled. As if in slow motion she leaned up, cupped Phelan’s cheek, and pressed her lips to his.

  Her move seemed to be the catalyst that broke the rules of whatever game they were playing. Phelan threaded his fingers into her hair at the back of her neck, his hand supporting her head, and then he took over the kiss.

  Tammy gasped when he swiped his tongue over her lips and then she moaned as his tongue licked into her mouth to slide along and then swirl around hers. She heard a clank nearby, but was so intent on savoring Phelan’s taste on her tongue, as well as the fire racing through her veins, it was quickly forgotten. That was until Phelan broke the kiss and stood, taking her with him, and then her ass was on the table and his mouth was back on hers.

  She clutched at his shoulders, trying to keep herself from pressing into him as she swayed forward, but then she realized she wasn’t the one who’d moved. Well, she had, but only because Phelan had lowered her back to the table and his chest was pressing into hers. She arched her chest up and whimpered when her sensitive breasts brushed against his chest and moaned as sparks of need shot straight down to her core.

  She sobbed with frustration when Phelan broke their kiss but then groaned with pleasure as he began to lick and nibble his way up and down her neck, lingering over sweet spots that had goose bumps breaking out over her skin. When he nipped just below her ear, she jerked and cried out as juices wept from her pussy.

  Phelan licked over that spot and she sighed with bliss as his warm, wet tongue caressed her flesh. He levered up onto his hands and locked gazes with her.

  “Do you want this, Tammy?” he asked in a deep raspy voice. “Do you want Hopper and me to make love to you?”

  Tammy opened her mouth to respond but didn’t get the chance.

  “Wait!” Hopper said. “If you answer yes, we’re going to claim you, Tams. Be sure that’s what you want because there is no going back.”

  There was no way she was saying no. She needed them so bad. She whimpered with pain when her womb contracted along with her internal walls and her clit throbbed so hard it was almost painful.

  “Fuck, you smell good.” Phelan inhaled deeply through his nose and then made a growly sound. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on that tight, wet pussy. You’re going to taste so sweet.”

  “Oh,” Tammy moaned. “Please?”

  “Please what, sweetheart?” Hopper asked as he stroked a finger down her face. She hadn’t even noticed that he was lying on the table with her until she turned her gaze his way.

  “I need you. Both of you. Please?”

  “Give us the words, Tamara,” Phelan demanded.

  When Phelan used her full name, she realized that he was unsure of her reply.

  “Yes, I’ll mate with you.”

  “Thank fuck,” Phelan growled.

 
; “Bedroom,” Hopper said as he sat up and then slid from the table.

  Tammy looped her arms around Phelan’s neck as he lifted her into his arms. When he palmed her ass cheeks with one of his big hands, she hooked her legs around his hips and groaned when the hard ridge of his cock rubbed against her pussy through the boxers.

  “She’s drenched and shaking,” Phelan panted out between gasping breaths.

  Tammy moaned and rocked her hips against his. “Hurry.”

  “Fuck, she’s in heat.”

  “So are we,” Hopper said as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

  Phelan nuzzled her cheek with his nose and then slanted his mouth over hers. Tammy gasped and groaned as their tongues danced and dueled with each other’s. He tasted so good, so right, she could have gone on kissing him forever if she didn’t have to breathe. She was so hungry and needy for him, she became the aggressor and stroked her tongue into his mouth, tasting every inch of his moist recess. He growled and groaned, and then to her disappointment, broke the kiss.

  “Drop your legs, baby.”

  Tammy unhooked her legs from around his hips and whimpered when the boxers rubbed against her aching clit. She was about to tug them out of her folds but Phelan and Hopper beat her to it. They literally shredded her borrowed clothes with their elongated claws until she was standing before them totally naked.

  “So fucking sexy.” Hopper, who’d moved behind her while she’d been lost in Phelan’s kiss, smoothed a hand over her ass and then squeezed one cheek and then the other.

  “Gorgeous,” Phelan growled as he skimmed his hands up over the outside of her thighs, over her hips, waist, and up toward her breasts.

  Tammy gulped and then held her breath expectantly as she gazed up into Phelan’s eyes. “What—” She’d been about to ask what he was waiting for, but he moved his hands from the outside of her breasts and covered them with his large palms.

  Tammy moaned and shook as the fiery famishment sent shivers of need racing up and down her spine and deep into her belly.

  “Shit, she’s right on the edge.” Hopper wrapped an arm around her waist and then began to lick and nibble on her neck before sucking her earlobe into his mouth.

  “Oh.” Tammy’s legs wobbled, and though she tried locking her knees, it was too late. If Hopper and Phelan hadn’t been holding her up she would have melted to the floor.

  “Bed,” Hopper said before he scooped her up into his arms and set her on the mattress, then climbed up next to her.

  Tammy shoved her hand under the hem of his shirt and smoothed her hand over his ripped, washboard abs, up over his ribs, and over his pectoral. She sighed with surprise when she felt that his small nipple was as hard as her own were. She pushed the shirt higher wanting to see his muscular body, and then Hopper was helping her. He sat up and tugged his shirt up and over his head before dropping it over the side of the bed.

  She stared with lustful fascination at all the dips, hollows, and ridges delineated under his warm skin, and just as she was reaching out toward him, Phelan climbed onto the bed near her feet.

  Her heart stopped beating and her breath hitched in her throat when she noticed Phelan was totally naked. He was brawny with muscle. His broad shoulders and biceps were bulky. His pectorals, jumped and twitched as he moved, and though he was bigger than the average man, he wasn’t over the top with muscle like a body builder, but he wasn’t far off. His body narrowed at the waist and hips, and when she saw his erect penis, she gasped. The head was broad and bulbous, an angry reddish-purple color, and it was thick and long. Moisture glistened in the slit at the top and she watched with fascination as it bobbed up and down as if of its own accord.

  Tammy subconsciously licked her lips and wondered what he’d taste like. She hoped she’d have the chance to find out.

  “Breathe, sweetheart,” Hopper whispered into her ear as he shoved an arm beneath her neck and head.

  “Are you okay, baby?” Phelan asked.

  “Yes?” Tammy cleared her throat when she squeaked out an answer that had sounded more like a question, and then tried again. “Yes.”

  “I’ll go slow, Tams. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

  Tammy grasped one of Phelan’s hands in hers. “You would never hurt me, Phelan. I trust you. Stop treating me as if I’m fragile. I’m not.”

  Phelan glanced at Hopper and nodded. Hopper nudged her gaze toward his and then he was kissing her. He tasted different than Phelan but oh so good. She moaned as his tongue stroked hers almost lazily, but each slide and swirl fired her libido up another notch. Phelan was more aggressive, going in for the kill. Hopper seemed as if he liked to savor, and Tammy was onboard with both techniques. She’d loved these two men for a long time and had dreamed about this moment for years. Her dreams were nothing like reality and reality was so much better than her dreams.

  Just as she was about to turn onto her side toward Hopper, Phelan began to smooth his hands up and down her legs. He started at her ankles, gliding up over her shins, and when he got to her knees, he nudged her legs further apart and then started caressing up and down her inner thighs.

  Tammy couldn’t stay still. Her legs moved restlessly and she bowed her hips up off the bed.

  Hopper released her lips and then leaned up over her. She cried out when he cupped one breast in his hand, kneading and molding it as he licked over the tip of her other nipple. Her pussy clenched and cream dripped from her hole.

  “She’s on fire,” Phelan rasped out as he pushed her legs wider apart.

  Tammy jerked and moaned when he blew warm, moist breath onto her clit, and then whimpered when Hopper drew her nipple into his mouth and began suckling on it.

  “Oh god.”

  “Let’s see if you taste as good as you smell,” Phelan said right before he licked up through her folds.

  “Ah,” Tammy cried out as her body quaked and the pressure inside of her built higher.

  “So fucking sweet.” Phelan groaned. “I could lick this sweet pussy all day long.”

  “Oh.” Tammy shivered as the heat intensified even more. Goose bumps raced over her skin and she felt as if her insides were going up in flames.

  Hopper released her nipple with a pop, leaned over to the other breast, and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Tammy moaned and clutched at his head, her fingers threading into his hair.

  Phelan shifted between her legs, hooked his arms around her thighs, and spread her legs further still. And then his mouth covered her pussy. His tongue dipped into her hole and then licked up through her folds toward her clit. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the sensitive, throbbing, engorged nub and then gently sucked it into his mouth.

  Tammy arched up off the bed, the pleasure was so acute she didn’t know if she could handle anymore, but it would be damn fun trying. She gasped in a breath when Phelan rimmed her cunt with the tip of his finger, and then groaned when he dipped it into her pussy. Her internal muscles flexed convulsively, and without conscious thought, she began to rock her hips.

  She was on sensation overload but the pleasure was so intense, she never wanted it to stop. Liquid heat pooled in her lower belly and then spread through her blood and body.

  Phelan gently stroked his finger in and out of her sheath, going deeper and faster each time he pressed in. His tongue laved, and licked over her clit. His lips nibbled and nipped at her folds and nub. Hopper suckled on her nipple and then scraped the edge of his teeth over it before swiping the small bite of pain away with his tongue.

  The coil inside of Tammy grew tighter and tighter. Her muscles tautened and her insides ached with fiery need. She gasped in breath after breath as she bucked and rocked her hips.

  And then all the sensations being bestowed on her coalesced, gathering into one big ball of desirous rapture just before she was catapulted toward the stars.

  Tammy screamed as euphoric bliss quaked and quivered through her body. Her internal muscles contracted and released, cream trickled from her pussy an
d lightning flashed before her eyes. She shook and shivered as the cyclonic nirvana took her out of her body and up into the heavens.

  The bliss assailing her was cataclysmically orgasmic as it held her in its grip, tumbling her this way and that. She had no idea how long the ecstasy held her, but she suspected it wasn’t as long as it felt, but as she came back down from her high, she wondered if she’d survive the mating.

  Phelan and Hopper were lethal and they hadn’t even made love to or claimed her yet.

  But if she had to die, this was definitely the way she’d choose to do it.

  Chapter Seven

  Phelan grabbed hold of his balls and tugged them down, away from his body. Seeing Tammy come, tasting her juices on his tongue and smelling her musky desire had nearly sent him over the edge.

  He was so needy for her, he was shaking, and he was concerned he was going to fuck up by not being able to hold off his own climax before giving her another one. He was so hot with the mating heat he was shivering. Or maybe he was shivering because his sabear was trying to get out and claim his mate. Phelan shoved his inner beast back down and opened eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed until he heard Tammy moan and Hopper groan.

  The sight that met his eyes was so fucking sexy he had to grip the base of his cock and squeeze hard. Hopper was kissing Tammy and fondling her breasts, but it was seeing Tammy’s hand stroking up and down Hopper’s cock that nearly had him spilling his load.

  He couldn’t wait anymore. He had to get inside of her and claim his mate. He drew in a deep, ragged breath, shifted closer to her, and then rubbed the tip of his cock up through her folds, lubricating himself with her juices.

  Hopper lifted his mouth from Tammy, rolled from the bed, and shoved his open jeans down over his hips, along with his boxers, before climbing back up on the bed.