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

by Becca Van

  “Wait!” Tammy pressed a hand to Phelan’s stomach and before he could ask what the problem was, she rolled over onto her hands and knees and beckoned Hopper into the middle of the mattress.

  When Hopper was settled, Tammy nudged his thighs apart, settled in between his legs, and then licked over the head of his dick. “Fuck me,” Hopper rasped out.

  “Hmm,” Tammy hummed with pleasure and then turned to glance at Phelan over her shoulder. “I thought you wanted to claim me.”

  “I do,” he answered hoarsely.

  “Well then, get on with it.” Tammy wiggled her ass in the air.

  Phelan gripped her hip with one hand as he shuffled closer to her on his knees. When she lowered her head back toward Hopper’s cock, her ass lifted a little higher into the air and her hips tilted to the perfect angle. He could see the creamy dew glistening on her folds and her clit was so distended it was out of its hood.

  He aligned his dick with her entrance and began to press the tip into her pussy.

  “Oh.” Tammy moaned before swirling her tongue around the tip of Hopper’s cock and sucking the head into her mouth.

  “Fuck yeah, Tams. Suck on me,” Hopper said breathlessly.

  Phelan was panting just as heavily as Hopper was, and though he wanted to shove his cock deep inside of Tammy’s pussy, he couldn’t and wouldn’t. Couldn’t because he didn’t want to hurt her and wouldn’t for the same reason.

  He ground his teeth together and tried to remember the next lot of furniture orders they had to get out as he eased his way into Tammy’s cunt, inch by excruciatingly pleasurable inch. He tried to remember what was on the list of inventory at the general store and the orders he and Hopper had filled out that very morning, but he was so hungry for his mate, he couldn’t hold a single thought.

  Sweat beaded on his brow and rolled down the sides of his face. He had to keep stopping each time her muscles clenched down on him because if he’d moved, he would have lost the race to the finish line. She was so fucking tight, hot, and wet, but being inside of her was right. She was his home and he wanted to stay buried inside of her for all eternity.

  “Tammy, you have to stop.” Hopper tugged on her hair.

  Tammy panted for breath after lifting her mouth from Hopper’s cock. “What’s wrong? Didn’t I do it right? Was I hurting you?”

  “No, sweetheart, it was too good.”

  “But…oh.” Tammy moaned when Phelan drew back and then surged forward. He was all the way inside and he held still, giving her time to adjust to his deep, penetrating intrusion.

  “You okay, baby?” Phelan asked.

  “Yes,” She groaned when he flexed his cock inside of her. “You’re inside of me! You feel so good.”

  “You do, too, baby.” Phelan met Hopper’s gaze and nodded. Hopper nodded back and then cupped Tammy’s breasts with his hands.

  Phelan groaned when her cunt rippled and clenched around his dick. “Whatever you just did, she liked it. She squeezed around me and coated me in her juices.”

  “Nipple squeeze,” Hopper rasped out.

  “Keep it up.” Phelan panted as he withdrew again, before stroking back into her.

  Hopper sat up and took one of her nipples into his mouth causing her to groan. “It’s too much,” Tammy gasped out between heavy breaths.

  “No, baby, it’s not enough,” Phelan rasped out as he drew back before plunging in deep again. She was made for him, and though he’d always known it, he and Hopper had had to hold back, to give her time to experience some of what life had to offer. However, now that she was here and had accepted their claim on her, he was going to do everything within his power to make her happy. She’d had his heart for such a long time and would until he breathed his last breath.

  Phelan pushed his thoughts aside when she squeezed his cock with her internal muscles. He hadn’t realized until then that he’d stopped moving and had his eyes closed. Now wasn’t the time to think about what had been. Now was the time to make sure Tammy, his mate, experienced the most intense pleasure he could give her. This was her first time making love and though he didn’t have any practical experience either—except for watching porn so he’d know what he was doing when it came time to claim their mate—he wanted her coming back to him and Hopper for more loving, for the rest of their lives. He needed to show her with his body how much she meant to him. If he sent her careening toward bliss, hopefully she’d let her guard down and talk with them more.

  He drew back and plunged in again and again. The warm tingles forming at the base of his spine told him he didn’t have long until his own climax was upon him, but there was no way in hell he was going first. Tammy was his heart and soul and deserved to reach her orgasm first.

  “Oh.” Tammy moaned as he increased the pace of his pumping hips, his cock gliding in and out of her hot, wet pussy. His abs, pubis, and thighs slapped against her peach shaped ass cheeks and the back of her thighs, and though he wanted to prepare her ass so that he and Hopper could eventually take her together, he kept his hands on her hips. She wasn’t ready for such intimate play yet, but she would be soon enough.

  Hopper released one nipple and moved to the other, licking, laving, and suckling on the distended nub. Tammy moaned and groaned and then pressed her hips back against his.

  When Phelan felt the pleasurable tingles move around to his balls, he slid a hand down over her belly aiming for her clit. His aim was true and though he only touched the sensitive bundle of nerves lightly, her sheath squeezed him harder, rippling along the length of his aching dick. Her muscles relaxed for a second and then began to get tauter, gathering in closer, squeezing his cock harder. The nirvanic friction along his hard cock was so damn good he was shaking and couldn’t catch his breath. He pressed down a little firmer on her clit and rubbed over the bundle faster. Her breath hitched and then released on a sob as she slammed her hips back against his. She was close, but so was he.

  “You taste so fucking good, Tams,” Hopper said hoarsely after releasing her nipple.

  Phelan ground his teeth together as his balls drew up closer to his body. His testes were hot and hard and he knew he didn’t have long before he shot off. Phelan maneuvered on his knees, changing the angle of his pistoning cock, and knew he hit the right spot when Tammy moaned.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

  She was so close to orgasm her cum was dripping from his balls, but he wanted more from her. Phelan wanted Tammy screaming his name as cum gushed from her cunt. He wanted her so high on pleasure she almost blacked out. His heart surged with love and primal carnality. It was because of him she was making all those gasping, moaning sounds. He was the one giving her pleasure, taking her to the heights. Him. He was finally where he had longed to be and was supposed to be forevermore. Deep inside of his mate.

  Tammy’s hips jerked and she froze. Her panting breaths and groaning sounds stopped as she hovered right on the precipice. Phelan surged in and out of her twice more and then she was coming.

  “Phelan!” she screamed as her pussy locked down tight around him, only to release before clamping down around his cock again. He didn’t let up rubbing her clit or plunging his dick in and out of her drenched pussy. He groaned as the fiery heat spread up from his balls to the base of his shaft, and though he wanted to let go and claim his mate, he wanted her coming on his dick again. Phelan stopped rubbing her clit and gently squeezed it between his finger and thumb, just as Hopper pinched both her nipples and covered her mouth with his.

  Tammy shot straight back up into rapture. Her pussy squeezed him so hard his cock felt like it was clamped down tight and was barely moving. Cream gushed from her pussy, dripping off his dick, balls, and thighs. He shoved into her once more and bellowed with pleasure. Fire raced up his cock and out the tip as cum spurted from his dick over and over, again. His canines exploded from his gums, elongating longer than ever before, and without conscious thought, he buried them into the crook of her neck. She jerked beneath him, her pussy clenching and
releasing around his still spuming dick, and black spots coalesced in front of his eyes.

  Phelan had no idea how long the climax lasted. Could have been minutes but was probably only seconds, however, it was the strongest, most profound orgasm he’d ever had in his life. His balls hurt as the last palpitation rippled along his dick, sending another load of cum deep into his mate. As the pulsating pleasure slowly waned, his mind, body, and spirit eased back into his body and his brain kicked into gear. His teeth were still in her flesh but they began to recede back into his gums when he blinked away the passionate haze from his eyes. He licked and laved over his mating mark, and when he felt Tammy’s back rise under him, Phelan realized he was draped over the top of her. He lifted his head from her shoulder after giving his bite mark a last lingering lick, savoring the sweet taste of her blood on his tongue, and finally bracing his upper body weight on his hands. His arms were trembling, and though his limbs felt weak, he shoved up with an inherent determination, hoping he hadn’t crushed Tammy when he’d slumped down over her.

  He met Hopper’s gaze briefly as he noticed they were all tangled up together, since Tammy was lying supine over Hopper’s body, and although he didn’t want to withdraw from her hot, wet pussy, he needed to move so he could make sure their mate was all right.

  Tammy was lying on top of Hopper with her eyes closed, and though her breathing was still a little fast, he wasn’t sure she was conscious. He’d lost it in the end and hoped he hadn’t hurt his woman with his hungry exuberance, but what concerned him more, was that the connection between him and Tammy wasn’t as strong as he’d thought it would be.

  Phelan groaned as he eased his cock from her pussy. He was very sensitive, but what astounded him was how his deflating penis twitched as if trying to come back to life. He rolled to the side, brushing the damp hair clinging to Tammy’s face away, and stared at her beautiful face.

  “She’s so special, isn’t she?” Hopper met his gaze.

  Phelan swallowed around the lump of emotion in his throat and nodded. He rubbed over his aching chest and sighed. “The mating bond isn’t strong.”

  Hopper frowned. “Maybe we both need to claim her for it to fully develop.”

  Phelan shook his head. “I don’t think so. Tarik said he could feel Celeste the instant he claimed her. The bond strengthened when Hodge and our alpha claimed her together, but they could feel her as soon as they claimed her separately.”

  “What are you thinking?” Hopper asked.

  “I think we’ve hurt our mate so badly she doesn’t trust us.”

  “Fuck!” Hopper caressed his hand up and down Tammy’s back. “I’m not sure I agree with you. She agreed to let us claim her.”

  “She did, but I don’t know whether that was because she couldn’t stand the pain of the mating heat any longer, or if she really wanted to be with us.”

  “Shit.” Hopper scrubbed a hand over his face. “We explained why we kept our distance.”

  “We did, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to forgive us overnight.”

  Hopper sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. So how do we go about winning our mate’s trust back?”

  “One day at a time,” Phelan answered and hoped it was as easy as it sounded, but he had a feeling Tammy wasn’t going to make it easy for them. She might be small and fragile looking but she wasn’t delicate. She was stubborn and feisty and once she set her mind onto a course of action it was hard to sway her even if she was wrong, or the track was a difficult path.

  Phelan wished he could go back and change the past. He wished he and Hopper hadn’t pushed her away, but if they hadn’t and the mating heat had hit them when she was so young, they could have ended up damaging her psychologically as well as emotionally. As much as he’d hated avoiding her, it had been necessary for all of them. She might not know it, but it had been for the best. If they hadn’t kept their distance and they’d touched her, he and Hopper would probably already be dead. He had no idea how that would have affected Tammy and was glad he’d never have to find out.

  * * * *

  Hopper was so hungry for Tammy his cock was hurting, but he had no intention of waking up his mate. She was obviously spent after making love and mating with Phelan, and though the heat raging inside of his body was painful, he did his best to push it from his mind.

  He only had her best interests at heart, and though he was famished for her and his sabear was pushing at his guts from the inside out, he kept a tight rein on his inner beast. Phelan was in the bathroom cleaning up, but before his friend had taken care of his own needs, he’d taken care of Tammy’s first. He’d never seen Phelan so in tune with another person, but now that Phelan had gotten the chance to claim Tammy, he was putting her needs first.

  Phelan and Hooper had dissimilar personalities, and he figured that’s why they got on so well and had since they were toddlers. Phelan’s parents had died when he was only five years old, caught out in a storm that had frozen everything within its path within seconds. Thankfully, Phelan had been staying over at Hopper’s place, which had no doubt saved his life. Hopper’s mom and dads had jumped at the chance to take care of him. They’d always wanted another baby, but it hadn’t happened.

  Phelan had been so angry when he’d first moved into their house, but little by little his mom and dads had gained his trust. Hopper and Phelan had grown close, closer than some of the siblings he’d seen around Savoonga, and though his friend didn’t usually talk that much, when he did it was worth listening to. However, Phelan was more dominant than Hopper, and when he gave a directive he expected it to be obeyed. All the men in the stealth were domineering, but only because they had an unyielding need to protect those weaker than they were. Hopper could be as hard-assed as Phelan, but he usually tried to look at something from all angles before laying down the law. Phelan not so much. He tended to have tunnel vision where Tammy was concerned, but hoped now that those two were mated, Phelan would lighten up some.

  “Hmm,” Tammy sighed as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest.

  Even though he was aching to claim her, he was more than content to just hold her in his arms for as long as he could. Tammy shifted again and then blinked her eyes open.

  “Hi,” she whispered shyly.

  “Hi yourself, sweetheart.” Hopper kissed the top of her head.

  “Did I fall asleep?” She lifted her head and gazed about the room before turning her gaze to him. “Where’s Phelan?”

  “In the bathroom.”

  “Oh. How long was I out?” Tammy rolled off him, and though Hopper wanted to pull her back over his body, he turned on his side to face her instead.

  “About fifteen or so minutes.”

  “I don’t remember falling asleep.” She frowned as she tried to remember.

  “You passed out when Phelan claimed you.”

  Heat crept up her cheeks, and though he expected her to glance away, she kept her gaze steady on his. When he glanced down her body, he saw the tinge of pink was creeping down her neck, over her chest, and beyond.

  Tammy shifted restlessly and moaned.

  “What’s wrong, Tams?” Hopper brushed the hair back from her forehead.

  “It’s starting again.” She gasped and clutched at her lower belly.

  “What is, love?”

  “The heat.”

  Hopper locked gazes with her as he took a deep, steadying breath. His body was on fire, too, but he kept that to himself. He didn’t want Tammy to feel pressured into making love and mating with him. She’d been a virgin and had to be sore.

  “Hopper?”

  “Yes, Tams.”

  “Do something.”

  “Are you sure you’re ready, sweetheart? I don’t want you to give yourself to me just because you think it’s expected.”

  “Expected? Are you shitting me?”

  “No. I—”

  “Hopper, I want you. Right now. Please?”

  Chapter Eight

  Tammy’s insides were on fi
re again. She didn’t wait for Hopper to get with the program. She shoved at his shoulder and when he rolled to his back, got up onto her knees and then slung a leg over his hips. She shifted on her knees until she was straddling his thighs and then sighed as she caressed her hands over his broad shoulders, down his arms, and then over his pecs. She loved the way his muscles bunched and flexed beneath her fingers and hands, and would have spent way more time touching and learning his body, as well as his likes and dislikes, if she hadn’t been so hungry for him.

  She moaned when he smoothed his hands over her ass, the outside of her thighs, and up her sides, following her dips and hollows. When he got to just beneath the outside of her breasts, she stopped breathing in anticipation. She stared into his glowing blue eyes daring him to continue. The edge of his lips curved up just as he moved his hands to the outside of her breasts, skimming over the sensitive skin. Even though he wasn’t really touching her, her areolae contracted and her nipples hardened further, which she hadn’t thought was possible. She was already so hard her nipples were throbbing and she was so wet her juices had dripped onto her inner thighs.

  “Come here, sweetheart,” Hopper said.

  Tammy leaned down as he leaned up. His fingers threaded into her hair just before their mouths met. She moaned and opened to him instantly. Clutching at his shoulders as their tongues danced and dueled, swirled and twirled. She groaned when she felt his fingers brush against her inner thighs and then whimpered when the head of his cock slid through her wet folds.

  Hopper broke the kiss, rested his forehead against her and said, “Take me inside of you, Tams. I need you.”

  “I need you, too,” Tammy whispered. She shifted a little higher onto her knees and braced her weight on her hands against his chest and looked down between their bodies. Hopper had his hand wrapped around the base of his cock and was holding it up for her. She maneuvered again, and then met his gaze once more as she lowered herself down onto his erection.