Hook, Line And Sinker (BBW Shifter Romance) (FisherBears Book 1)

by Becca Fanning

  Helmut’s tongue crashed into our kiss, and the three of us were a tangle of flesh. Hungry mouths, soft lips and searching tongues. We all pulled our clothes off until we were just three naked bodies against one another.

  “I’m still hungry for you,” Sven said to Helmut as he dropped to his knees.

  “I think I’ll join you,” I said as I also got down in front of our Pack Leader.

  Sven’s tongue gave Helmut long licks. He laughed as Helmut slapped his big dick across his friend’s face. “Hey! Watch it,” he said. He pressed his lips against the head of Helmut’s cock and took him into his mouth. His cheeks went hollow as he sucked his friend’s cock.

  “God damn, Sven,” Helmut said. “That feels incredible.”

  “Now this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, one hand dipping down between my legs to work my clit. I bent forward and licked Helmut’s balls, timing my licks to avoid crashing my face into Sven’s. Helmut’s soft skin was musky and salty with his sweat. It flowed into my brain like a thick fog of lust.

  Sven pulled his mouth off Helmut’s cock and put it to my lips. I sank my mouth down on my Alpha’s prick, savoring the tastes of both men. Sven watched me intently, his pupils dilated and his cock hard.

  He got up and put another log on the fire, our bodies casting shadows in the darkness of our yard now. The autumn evening was bringing cold along with darkness now, but our bodies fought against both. In our primal mating we fought against the darkness and kept each other warm.

  Helmut stole a kiss from Sven as he walked past him. Once Sven was satisfied with the fire, he crouched down near me. Instead of joining me in front of Helmut, he lay down on his back and positioned his head under me. “Sit,” he said, his hands bracing my ass.

  I lowered myself so that I was now sitting on his face. Two golden eyes peered up at me from between my legs.

  “Now that’s a taste I’ve been waiting for all day,” he said as he took one long lick of me, ass to clit. He sampled me as he saw fit, licking between the folds of my labia.

  I pulled Helmut by the cock so he was closer to me. His lengthy meat was at full attention, needing to be inside me. But he would have to wait. “Turn around,” I said.

  He turned around, standing akimbo, giving me a full view of his wonderful ass.

  “Hands on your knees,” I said.

  He did as I instructed, his cock and balls hanging heavy between his legs.

  I licked my finger, leaving it as wet as possible, then I sank it between his ass cheeks. “Now I’m the one who gets to comment on how tight you are,” I said, grinning.

  “You’re still tighter,” Sven said from below me, his tongue dipping into my pussy to taste me.

  I used one hand to spread Helmut’s cheeks apart, and my fingertip found his cute little balloon knot. I touched his sensitive entrance, circling it with my fingertip. “I guess it’s not often that the Alpha gets penetrated.”

  “Not nearly often enough,” Helmut said, bent over. His hand was stroking his wet cock.

  “A sense of decorum is important,” Sven said as his hard tongue spiked up between my cheeks to rim me.

  “Oh God,” I moaned, concentrating on the sensation. It felt so incredible, just sitting on his face and using his hot mouth to get off like this. I remembered my other poor boy bent over in front of me and pressed my finger against his lone star.

  “Relax,” I cooed at Helmut. My words worked, and his sphincter parted, letting my digit sink to the first knuckle. I bent forward, my tongue teasing the sensitive flesh wrapped around my finger. He relaxed more, and I began to finger pound his gorgeous tight ass as far as my finger would go. Every time I sank my finger to the hilt, his cock would twitch and a small drop of pre-cum would come out.

  “That feels so good, Clarissa,” Helmut moaned. “But there’s something else I haven’t had in a long time,” he said. My finger came out as he lay down alongside Sven. He took his friend’s long prick in his hand and stroked it. Then he brought it to his lips, his mouth sinking down to Sven’s trim bush in one motion.

  “Wow,” I said, impressed with his skill. My gag reflex was nowhere near as good.

  “When you spend so long with one another,” Sven said, his eyes scrunching up, “you learn what each other likes.” I could tell he was trying his hardest not to come in our Alpha’s mouth.

  Helmut’s technique was different. He was slow. His lips lingered as his whole head came up off Sven’s prick. At the top his tongue swirled around the head of his Pack Mate’s cock. His other hand was softly squeezing and releasing Sven’s balls, urging them to release.

  “Unnnnh!” Sven groaned against my clit. His abs flexed as he sent load after load into Helmut’s hungry mouth. Like a true professional, Helmut didn’t miss a drop. He swallowed, then used his hands to make sure Sven’s well was dry. He squeezed him from the base to the tip, emptying him of his seed.

  “I needed that,” Helmut said, wiping his mouth. “This looks like fun,” he said casually as his face pressed in next to Sven’s and both their tongues worked me.

  I cried out in ecstasy as one stud’s mouth worked my clit, teasing it and flicking at it. The other was licking my taint and asshole, cleaning me better than any shower. I squeezed my breasts savagely as I came, white hot heat ripping through me like a wildfire. My legs gave out and I tumbled backwards, only to be caught and held by both men. I didn’t have a chance to enjoy an afterglow: they didn’t stop licking me.

  “Unnnngh,” I moaned, squirming. My mind was screaming that it needed a few minutes to relax, but my pussy was still along for the ride.

  Four big hands pinned me in place, holding my legs apart as their hungry mouths kept eating me out.

  “We’re not done with you yet,” Sven said.

  “Barely getting started, if we’re honest,” Helmut added.

  I gritted my teeth as I came again, my head laying down against a sweaty hard set of abs. I didn’t know whose it was, we were just one tangled sexual being. I felt their tongues swoop in to lick up my juices, and I began panting heavily, begging them for a moment of relief.

  The hands holding me let go, and I was slightly aware of bodies being moved around. The body beneath me disappeared, and I gasped as my back lay on the cold earth.

  Helmut lay down on top of me, his hot body pressing me down into the earth. His angry cock held in one hand, he rubbed the head against my slick clit, teasing me. “Fuck me,” I said.

  “Beg me,” he said, running the crown down between my lips.

  I grunted, arching my hips upward to slip myself onto his manhood.

  “No,” he said, pulling his hips back to deny me what I needed.

  “You’d best do as he says,” Sven said, kneeling down next to my face. His cock was in that lovely state between soft and hard. It was like a sleeping snake, and he casually rubbed the head around my cheek and over my lips. “Once he gets that look in his eye, he always gets what he wants.”

  Helmut just looked down at me, waiting.

  “Please, fuck me. I need you,” I said, pleading.with my Alpha.

  “Good girl,” he said, bringing his cock back to my entrance. Without another word he buried himself into me. Plunged to the hilt, his balls slapped hard against my ass.

  “Jesus!” I cried, my arms wrapping around his neck. My legs locked ankles behind his lower back. I turned my head and opened my mouth, inviting Sven’s cock.

  He obliged, stuffing his fatness into my mouth until my tongue was pinned against the bottom of my mouth. Then he pulled all the way out and lay his head across my lips.

  Helmut’s mouth came down, giving me a long slow tongue kiss with Sven’s cock in the middle. Our tongues played hide and go seek around his purple crown, trying to tag each other while Sven’s head slowly leaked cum for both of us. Helmut’s hips were grinding down on me, slowly filling my pussy with his length. Right as he got all the way down, he’d pivot and hit my G spot.

  I was overcome by a
ll the sensations. The three of us all heeding the primal ancient call to mate, to find comfort in each other’s arms. Rutting under the moon, we were lost in our animalistic passions.

  Sven was now fully hard again, and he looked down at us. His golden eyes taking in our bodies. “What you do to her body, Helmut, it’s quite the sight.”

  “Join us. She needs our seed,” Helmut said flatly.

  It always drove me wild when he talked about me like this, especially when he fucked me. I bent upwards and bit his neck hard. I knew that would shut him up so he could focus on fucking me.

  He growled, a deep noise coming from his throat. His hand went behind his back and roughly pulled my ankles apart. Before I knew it, I was lifted off the ground, only to lay back down against Sven’s chest. My knees were pressed up against my chest as my pussy and asshole were given up to be conquered by these two gorgeous Shifters.

  Sven’s cock angled up into my ass and I felt the spit-slickened head press against my sphincter. He slowly pressed up into me, and millimeter by millimeter the crown of his enormous prick passed my asshole.

  Helmut’s cock pushed past my lips in delicious masculine need. Both men filled me to the hilt, their balls laying against one another. Helmut began fucking me in earnest, crushing me against our Seneschal below us. He bounced off my ass with each downstroke, his balls swinging like wrecking balls.

  “So tight,” Sven grunted. His cock slid in and out of my ass, probing my dark depths in search of relief.

  I let my head fall back, exposing my neck to Helmut. This was the utmost reflection of my submission to my Alpha, acknowledging his dominant masculine position. I felt his mouth crash down against my neck, his teeth clamping around my windpipe.

  I cried out as I came again, my two men fucking me blind and my Alpha claiming me. My pussy seized around his cock, milking it for it’s precious seed. My ass spasmed as well, twitching all around Sven’s huge dick.

  Sven popped first, his hands mauling my breasts as he thrust one more time up into me. He shot his spurts deep inside me, a torrent of cum rushing up from his balls and jettisoning out the tip of his prick. “Unnngh!” he cried out as he squeezed my nipples painfully.

  Helmut’s tongue lashed against my bare throat as his hands dug into my hips. He came inside me, still thrusting madly and without control. His balls surged, flooding me with his royal seed. He jaw unclenched from my neck and his thrusting slowed. He looked down as he pulled out, a flood of hot white stickiness flowing out of me and all over Sven’s cock and balls.

  We all lay there for a moment, looking up at the moon overhead.

  SHARED BY THE WEREWOLVES TITLE PAGE

  Shared By The Werewolves

  by

  Becca Fanning

  SHARED BY THE WEREWOLVES

  “Teresa?” Dale said.

  I looked up towards the driver’s seat. Dale Simson’s six foot plus frame filled the driver’s seat. His woody brown eyes sought mine out in the rear view mirror. I felt a stir. I’d thought about those eyes a lot.

  “Yeah?” I said. I had a feeling I’d been zoning out again. I was engrossed in the tall trees on both sides of the car as we rumbled through the rural roads of backwoods Georgia. Such beautiful country.

  “Do you think we missed it?” Jimmy said. He was Dale’s older brother, a smidgen shorter but just as broad in the shoulders. His blue eyes found mine in the rear view mirror, his urgency apparent.

  Shit, was I blowing it already? I glanced next to me and Mr. Duggar was still reviewing his notes. He was the reason the three of us were on this trip. So far everything had worked out, and I wasn’t really worried: Dale and Jimmy were good people.

  “Let me check,” I said, pulling the map out of my pack. I tried to remember the last sign I’d seen, but I was drawing a blank. Following the line that was this road on the map, I took a shot in the dark. “Have we passed Willtucket River?”

  “Not yet,” Dale said. “Right bro?”

  Jimmy grunted his assent.

  I’d met the two brothers in our university’s Ecology Club. The two of them seemed to have a natural affinity for all things natural, and their Facebook profiles were chock full of photos of them zip lining through jungles and hiking mountains.

  “Well, just keep an eye out for that. Once we see that, we make a left at the first opportunity after that.” I used my pocket ruler to measure the distance. “It will be 2.1 miles after the river.”

  Mr. Duggar glanced at me over his glasses, then went back to his notes.

  I put my ruler and map down and looked back out the window. Endless rows of tall eastern hemlock trees flew past us in the twilight hour. The setting sun cast a beautiful orange purple glow on everything. Daydreaming was a big problem for me, and my grades reflected that.

  I’d enrolled at Mintner University with the plan of doing pre-med. I’d watched all nine seasons of Scrubs, so I was ready to join that challenging and hilarious world. Unfortunately I just wasn’t motivated in the necessary ways, and my guidance counselor urged me to consider a “path of less resistance.” I still remember how he carefully worded that phrase.

  So that’s how I found myself as an Earth Science major, known by other student bodies as the Rocks for Jocks program. But what I found soon after was a love of maps. I could read a topological survey and instantly know the rise, fall and curve of the land.

  My grades in these new courses were top of the class, every time. I annihilated the grading curve and knew many of my classmates cursed my success. I joined the Ecology Club, hoping to smooth things over with my fellow rockhounds. And that’s where I met Dale and Jimmy.

  Dale was a top tier track athlete, and if he worked hard enough at it, an Olympic contender. He was passionate and driven to the point of obsession. He turned a lot of other students off with his gung-ho attitude.

  Jimmy had the same natural gifts as his brother, perhaps moreso, but his interests weren’t athletic. Jimmy was the wild dreamer of the two, often dragging his brother along on harebrained schemes and adventures. Dale didn’t mind doing these things, but they weren’t first nature to him.

  The three of us were walking out of the Eco Club meeting last month when we chanced on a flyer hanging in a hallway. It advertised a special limited time opportunity for nature enthusiasts and outdoor lovers. Natural science majors were especially encouraged to apply but spots were limited and time was short.

  I pulled the flyer down and ignored the scandalous looks Dale and Jimmy gave me. They disapproved of me gaming the system like this, but they said nothing. I called the number but the call disconnected instantly. I thought nothing of it and put it out of my mind for a week.

  Then I got the call back.

  It was Mr. Duggar on the other end. He told me that he represented interests in the deep academic research field, groups I’d never have heard of. What he sought to do was go into the Smoky Mountain Nation Park to conduct a survey of certain cave fungi. Doing so would give evidence to support further protection and conservation of these natural resources.

  He was very pleased to hear about my enthusiasm for the project and my skills at land navigation and map reading. He said the areas we’d be hiking through were off-trail and beyond any kind of GPS reception. I told him about Dale and Jimmy, and he approved their attendance as well. Dale and Jimmy were reluctant at first, but they agreed to join me once I’d chided them enough.

  “Here comes a river!” Jimmy said.

  The small sign on the side of the road read Willtucket River. I smiled with pride, confident and grateful that I was right. The bridge was very old, very rickety. Our Jeep proceed across it gingerly. Some of the wooden slats below creaked in alarming ways, but we made it across without incident.