Two Bears are Better Than One (Alpha Werebear Romance) (Broken Pine Bears Book 1)

by Lynn Red

  “Oh look out there, cowboy,” Jill said with a quirk in the left corner of her mouth.

  King’s hands on her back, sliding underneath the one-piece she had on – no one wants to go for a bikini when they’ve got big bruises running down their sides, even if it was after midnight – sent trills of excitement up and down her spine. Everywhere his huge, rough hands went, goosebumps rose right after.

  The calluses on his palms catching her swimsuit’s fabric got Jill thinking things, naughty things, that she probably shouldn’t have been thinking about in a public swimming pool. Mostly because she was almost certain that plenty of other people had those same thoughts, followed by the resulting actions, in the pool at the Stop N Drop, so maybe it was best to avoid...

  “I can’t wait,” Rogue said, gliding up beside her in the water so close she could smell the vague remnants of the CK1 she had him try. It had always been her favorite, but she found that she preferred the raw scent of bear to something from a lab. “Just seeing you like this, moving, healthy—“

  “Yeah, I’m sure being wet in a skintight swimsuit has nothing to do with it?” Jill asked, arching her neck to rest her head on his chest, but not looking away from the other bear for a second. She reached out, tickled King’s chest and then indulged in sliding her hand the rest of the way down his body and ran her palm along the swelling length of him.

  “I hate these,” King grunted, pulling up a leg and yanking his swim trunks off. Before she could even giggle – and she absolutely giggled – Jill wrapped her hand around his free nakedness, gliding it from the tip to the base. Somehow his skin was burning hot, even in the water.

  She felt Rogue surge behind her, his cock pressing against the small of her back. “Oh God, you guys,” she said, feigning embarrassment, “we’re going to get in so much trouble if they find us doing this.”

  “Who finds us doing what?” Rogue asked, genuine surprise in his voice.

  King joined in. “We haven’t taken anyone’s mate except our own.” His hands held her upright and he forced her head back with a kiss that pushed her right into Rogue’s muscled chest. It was long, hungry, deep, and left her breathless when he finally pulled away, sucking gently on her full bottom lip.

  Before she could say anything else, Rogue swirled her around in the water, pushing her backward against King this time. The first thing she felt was his tongue, exploring her lips, then dipping deep inside her and mingling with hers. The next thing she felt was Rogue’s erection, free in the water, when he bent his knees and guided it between her thighs.

  She took a sharp breath, her lungs filling with hotel pool chlorine, the remnants of that cologne, and the sweet taste of craft beer on Rogue’s lips. “How do you do this?” she asked in a whisper.

  “I took my shorts off and then I kissed you,” Rogue said in the way that belied his lack of full understanding of human society. “What’s the big deal?”

  With a cock in each of her hands, Jill wanted to let them ravish her, she wanted to feel both of them inside her right that second, but... it’s tough for a biologist to turn off the science part of her brain, even when she’s pinned between two man-bears who want to make her come so hard she gets the cops called.

  Instead of trying to teach them a crash course on why you really don’t want to have sex in a pool you don’t control the chemicals for, or the population that enters, she decided on subtlety.

  With a tug on each of them, and a kiss that went from one set of sweet-tasting lips to a set that tasted more like Guinness, Jill successfully lead the bears from the six-foot part of the pool to the four foot. She looked down, able to make out the very clear line of hair running down Rogue’s chest and surrounding his erection, almost above the surface of the water.

  As much gentleness as you can have while still mauling someone with lusty, groping fingers, Rogue displayed as he kissed her again, sliding his tongue deep, and biting down on Jill’s lip. Her up and down stroking grew a little faster, matching the surges of tension that went through her body every time one of them moved or touched or kissed.

  “I can’t handle this,” she said, “I can’t—“

  “You’re not hurt are you?” King asked with incredible quiet power that made the curlicue of excitement wiggling in Jill’s belly into a whole herd of butterflies. “I thought you’d taken on our healing? If not, then we’ll stop. Rogue,” he said. “I, uh,” he trailed off as Jill slid down his body and took him in her mouth, beneath the water.

  “Guess she’s not hurt that bad,” Rogue said, smiling and running his hands through the mass of brown curls that fanned out behind his mate’s head. A half second later, he, too, was under water, nibbling his way from Jill’s calves to the curves of her thighs that he loved so much, and then to her hips.

  The pool’s worn-but-still-prickly plaster bottom scratched the bare skin on Jill’s knees. Her nipples hardened as Rogue’s teeth scraped her legs and then he bit at her sides and her ass through the swimsuit’s Lycra-polyester-whatever blend.

  King’s softest, smoothest skin filled her entire hand, with no room to spare – her fingers didn’t touch on either side. She put as much of him in her mouth as she could manage, flicking her tongue to explore his lines and ridges. If his hands were hot, his cock was molten iron that melted her from the core outward. Everywhere the warmth went, her skin prickled and flushed.

  Everywhere Rogue’s kisses, his teeth, his hands, dragged, she felt herself tremble and quiver.

  And Jill? Totally not a regular quiverer. She laughed to herself, sliding her tongue over King’s tip and tasting him all the way to her toes.

  There is sex in a pool, she thought. And then there’s this.

  Air was running out, but Jill couldn’t stand the thought of stopping, could not handle the idea of this heat that filled her receding, even for a second. But even with a touch of bear healing, a person with bruised up ribs can only hold her breath for so long.

  She took one last, long suck on King, and cupped him in her trembling hands for just a second before the air started burning in her lungs. She broke the surface and had time for approximately one and a half breaths of fresh air before King locked his mouth over hers, and Rogue rose up behind her, furiously biting and sucking at her neck.

  “You two could make a penguin scream,” Jill breathed whatever nonsense came to her mind. Somehow though, that got the point across better than she thought it would. Rogue and King both laughed, to her surprise. Maybe the secret to unlocking the sense of humor for a super-serious bear was just to fill him up with stout?

  But they didn’t say anything so maybe it was just polite laughter? Or maybe they were—

  “Oh holy shit!” Jill squealed. A pair of fingers found their way past her swimsuit and between her folds. About eight tenths of a second later, the squeal turned into a long, drawn out groan, and about a half second after that, she was bucking her hips forward and back, driving those rotating fingers as deep as she could get them.

  She felt herself relax backwards, the hand that was on King’s cock instead finding Rogue’s hair and getting a handful, more to brace herself than anything else.

  “I think she likes it,” King observed, grinning at Jill when her eyes opened again.

  With her lids half shut, Jill felt a wave pulse through her. “Even now,” she whispered. “You still talk like I’m not... here,” she bit her lip, conscious of the increasing volume of her groans.

  “Now who’s the one who doesn’t get jokes?” King asked, kissing her ear, then running his tongue down Jill’s jaw before nibbling her chin and kissing her throat once more.

  “I,” she paused to clench her teeth; there was one hell of a bomb building up inside her and she did not want to get arrested for indecent exposure or public nudity or whatever the hell charge this would be. “Can’t stop.”

  Maybe all that caution just wasn’t going to fly.

  Knees shaking, stomach muscles clenching and releasing in time with the pulses of the f
ingers between her legs, Jill didn’t have any choice but to just give in.

  She took a deep breath and held it as the nerves all over her body flared and cooled. A wave of white heat passed through her, followed by coolness, and then throbbing ecstasy as her climax hit her square in the chest and she felt her body squeeze the fingers, pulling at them as she tugged Rogue’s hair.

  She breathed in the afterglow, letting her head relax, as the tight pleasure released slowly. For a moment, she just breathed, held between her two bears. Rogue kissed the back of her head, King kissed her bottom lip, then closed his mouth around hers, drinking her in.

  “Put your shorts on,” she told both of them. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  *

  Making a mental note to tip the housekeeper really, really well for having to clean up the mess of two soaking wet bears tramping excitedly through a hotel lobby to the elevator, Jill hardly made it through without grabbing one of said wet bears.

  But, they made it. She made it, with only a little bit of groping and swim trunks tugging. Luckily at half past midnight, not even three people obviously up to no good could raise the interest of the college kid sitting at the front desk playing some game on her phone.

  The ride up the elevator was a mixture of awful tension and amazement as King stared at himself in the mirror on the ceiling and kept trying to touch it, and the creeping walk back down the hall to their room felt like an eternity, but when the lock finally clicked shut and Jill felt Rogue’s hands on her shoulders, massaging?

  “Rip it off me,” she said. “Rip this thing off and make me scream.”

  King quirked an eyebrow, but Rogue didn’t bother looking at the other alpha, not for a second. He grabbed the collar of the light green swimsuit and then paused.

  “What?” Jill said. “Don’t think you can tear some fabric?”

  With a grin that made her insides turn to jelly, Rogue snatched her off the ground, careful to avoid her bruises, and walked straight to the bed. “Oh I know I can tear it,” he said as he straddled his mate and lowered his head. “But this way’s more fun.”

  She saw his eyes flare, as he grabbed the neck of her one piece in his teeth. King knelt beside the bed and did the same.

  In one flash of something that was halfway between feral rage and the sexiest thing that had ever happened to her, the two bears ripped Jill’s swimsuit straight down the middle. The fabric gave easily once the elastic collar broke, and when her skin tasted the cool hotel air – that was turned down to about sixty-two because that’s what you do in a hotel – the goosebumps came right back.

  Every inch of her prickled to life, her nipples puckered sweetly, begging for attention that they didn’t have to wait long to get.

  Rogue closed his mouth over one of her pink nibs while King kissed around the other before circling it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. The coarse stubble on their faces scratched at her bare skin, and all Jill could do was grab two handfuls of long, wavy hair and hang on tight.

  She hissed a breath between her clenched teeth when a pair of fingers slipped into her sex and curled in opposite directions – the two men each had one inside her – somehow both finding places that made the hairs on the back of Jill’s neck stand at attention.

  The way Rogue was lying with one leg over hers, and one on the mattress, she could feel his bulge against her hip and immediately wished to feel it where those delicious fingers were. A loud moan escaped her lips, followed by a long, lazy sigh of pleasure.

  “The sounds you make,” King said when he came up for air, “your little whimpers, your little gasps. They make me burn to have you.”

  “You,” she said, when he turned his eyes to her, “are amazing. I can’t believe this,” suddenly a hitch of emotion choked her to silence. She swallowed hard and blinked a couple of times. “You both never left,” she said.

  A sucking kiss on her left breast broke the silence for a moment, and then both fingers turned to stroke the front of Jill’s inner wall. Immediately, a wave of tight tugging from deep inside pulled at them, and either man kissed one side of her neck.

  “And we,” King said, before Rogue finished, “never will.”

  Her sex grasped her two bears’ fingers, urging them deeper, begging them to stretch her more and more. Instinctively, Jill reached back behind her head to flick off the light. As soon as she did, Rogue got up off the bed and threw the curtain open. Silver moonlight flooded the room with its mid-90s wall paper and California king bed with the posts bolted to the wall.

  As she started shaking, Jill realized it was probably a damn good thing this bed frame wasn’t about to move anywhere.

  She started twitching, started tugging harder on Rogue and King’s hair. That familiar pulse inside her belly, inside her sex, gripped her, but as soon as her inner muscles started clenching again, the two bears stopped.

  “No!” Jill said in something embarrassingly close to a whine. “Why did you stop?”

  Rogue got up off the bed a second time, and ripped away the hula girl and barracuda patterned swim trunks she made him buy. King stood and stripped off his black-with-blue-stripes board shorts. She thought they were fitting.

  But when she saw what came out of them? Those, she thought, were going to fit a whole lot better.

  “Oh get over here,” she said, chewing on her lip. “You can’t torture me like this.”

  As soon as one of them was in reach, Rogue this time, Jill reached out, wrapped her fingers around the thickest part of him and took him between her lips. She rolled her tongue around, shivering with his taste.

  She tried to think, tried to talk, but the animal passion she felt welling up inside her made it impossible. She gripped Rogue and then moved her tongue to King for a moment. Back and forth she went until she felt as frenzied as those wolves.

  A shudder crept through Jill, even as she tried to push that memory out of her mind. The howling, the screams...

  A hand on her shoulder, squeezing patiently, brought her back to the present. She looked up to see Rogue and King both staring down at her, both smiling broadly with their eyes twinkling. “We’re here,” Rogue said. “And you’re safe,” King added. “This is the way of things, whether or not you’re,” he paused. “Scared?” Rogue finished for him.

  King nodded. “There’s no reason to cry, no reason to be afraid. We’re with you, you’re with us.”

  “Fate?” Jill asked, pulling Rogue out of her mouth and trailing her tongue down him one more time.

  Instead of answering, the two bears lifted her off her knees and lay her back gently on the mattress. A flood of kisses from her neck to her toes took away the fear, the uncertainty, and the terrible memories that momentarily haunted her.

  She felt a tongue slide between her folds, and then a finger. Then, she heard a deep, rumbling groan that vibrated her clit. “Her taste,” King growled. “Her scent, she’s...”

  Jill felt thick, hard hair grow against her skin. The hair on both men’s arms, and their beards, both grew shaggier. Between her legs, she felt the prickle and then the gentle softness. Rogue’s eyes flashed more brilliantly, and King’s did the same.

  “Take me,” she whispered. “Make me your mate,” Jill swallowed hard. “Forever, whatever you have to do.”

  Rogue slid to the mattress and pulled her up on top of his thickly muscled stomach. For a moment, Jill ground on him, his washboard abs working like the palm of her hand to thrill her clit. “So wet,” she was moaning. “I’m so wet, I can’t... I can’t take this anymore.”

  She reached back, circling his erection with her fingers, and lifted her hips to guide his tip inside. Jill threw her head back, and as soon as she did, King got up on the bed behind her, wrapping his arms around her chest, taking her breasts into his hands and gently pinching, softly pulling at her nipples as he kissed her neck.

  A deep, aching pain that melted to pleasure seconds later flooded Jill’s body as she took her lover, her mate, inside.


  “Slowly,” King whispered in her ear before he sucked at her neck once more. “Go slowly. We’ll never let you hurt.”

  “I,” Jill said, before pausing to gasp as Rogue’s hips met hers, and he filled her completely, “I said I wanted you to make me scream.”

  A faint, impish grin crossed her lips before her mouth fell open again as Rogue lifted her and then slid back inside, softly moaning her name as he did.

  The next breath she drew was full of King’s scent – sweat and something else she couldn’t place, something that made her nerves flare and the mark on her chest burn sweetly. She placed her hand on Rogue’s chest, and felt his mark crackle with imagined heat – or was it?

  Her breathing was falling in time with his, in perfect rhythm with his increasingly hungry, increasingly powerful thrusts. It was like he needed to feel the deepest parts of her, to experience everything she had.

  Grinning down at him, and then closing her eyes and chewing her bottom lip when King bit again, a little harder than before, and pressed his thickness against her back, Jill curled her fingers, scratching hot trails through the hair on Rogue’s chest. He hissed and grabbed her ass, pulling her harder against him, filling her more than she ever thought he could.

  For a few brilliant moments, the three of them moved as one, just like that, until Jill lifted off Rogue and bent forward, inviting King inside.

  Without a word he stood and pulled her backwards, sliding his cock and warming her all the way. Bracing herself against the bear underneath her, Jill reached back and stroked his softest skin, then flattened her hand against her own sex with her fingers on either side of where he entered her.

  She breathed in, filling her lungs with the scent of her bears, and the scent of their sex mixing in the air. She scratched Rogue again and then straightened up, raking her fingers through King’s hair, scratching at his scalp fiercely until he hissed his pleasure and thrust deeper, harder than ever, forcing her back to her hands.

  Jill reached behind and pulled King out of her, and then turned to face him before sliding back down onto Rogue. As she opened for him, she slid her lips around King’s tip, tasting herself and him, mixed and perfect. With a shudder so deep it shook her all the way to the core, Jill knew she wasn’t going to last long.