Winston (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 3)

by Becca Fanning

  Catharn and Dom didn’t care. My pussy was still accessible, and their animalistic drive had them on autopilot. A willing female in heat was prostrate before them, her hot tunnel exposed and eager for them. They wouldn’t notice a volcano erupting around them. I felt their hands pull my ass cheeks apart, spreading my pussy lips so they better access my depths.

  Dom drifted downward, concentrating on my inner folds and clit. His tongue ran tiny swift circles around my aching nub. Each press against it was beautiful agony. I moaned in protest, my body needing respite after my orgasm, but it fell on deaf ears.

  Catharn’s face went further up, his tongue licking around my asshole. I’d never had anyone so much as touch me back there, and to have someone’s tongue probing me was incredible. That absolute acceptance of my body was something I never dreamed I’d experience. These men wanted every nook and cranny of me, needed me in a way that few other people ever got to experience. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

  “I have no intention of stopping,” Dom said. Then his mouth closed down around my clit. His tongue pressed, prodded and worshipped my sexual center.

  Catharn just grunted as he continued to eat my ass, his tongue giving long licks up from my taint up to my lone star. His hand worked his hard prick, which was now fully glistening in slick pre-cum. His virility oozed out of him, over his knuckles and down to his nut sack.

  “I need to fuck her,” Catharn said.

  Dom’s tongue darted up inside me. “Her pussy is tight, friend. But she is ready for you.”

  I felt a big hand close down around the back of my head. My hair was pulled back forcefully, and my knees fell off the edge of the table. My legs dangled down towards the floor.

  “I will now quench my fire in your body and fill you with my seed,” Catharn whispered in my ear.

  “I’ve not had my fill of her taste,” Dom said. “She is exquisite.”

  “Then by all means, continue,” Catharn said, grabbing his hard shaft in one hand and pressing his bulbous head against my entrance. Without a word, he slammed into me, filling the void of me to the brim in an instant.

  Dom knelt down below us, his mouth hungrily licking the spot where Catharn’s cock entered my pussy. He didn’t discern between my flesh and his, he just needed to sate his desire. His own cock hung low, erect and sagging under it’s own weight, patiently biding it’s time.

  “Oh God!” I cried out as Catharn began to plow me with his full power.

  “You’re so tight,” he said. His hips drove forward, smashing into my ass. His cock plunged into my depths and bumped painfully against my cervix, bottoming out inside me. His balls swung forward, hitting Dom in the cheek.

  “I did not lie,” Dom said from below. “Your flavors mixed are delicious.”

  Catharn put one hand on my lower back, squishing me against the table. The other pulled my hair as he fucked me. With each thrust, the whole table rocked back and forth, threatening to collapse under our weight and the force of our fucking. His breathing sped up, his hands clawing into my flesh. “I cannot resist you any longer,” he said, grunting through gritted teeth. He slammed into me one last time, driving himself as deep as he could go as his cock spasmed. His hot sticky seed pulsed into me, then pulsed again. Again and again, his balls flexed to send their breeding seed up into me, his biological imperative to impregnate me.

  I pressed the side of my face into the wood of the table, feeling the ridges and bumps in the surface. I felt his seed ooze out of me, and Dom’s eager mouth caught it all. I just lay there, breathing, savoring the feeling of this stud relieving himself inside me.

  Catharn bent forward and nipped me in the neck, and appreciative growl escaping his lips as he pulled his cock free and walked around the table.

  Dom’s mouth sealed against my abused pussy and drank the thick mixture of his friend’s seed and my juices. He didn’t stop until I was clean and empty. His own cock stood at attention, bright red and in need of relief of his own.

  I closed my eyes and savored the moment. And to think, I almost chickened out before coming over! My wonderment was interrupted by Catharn pressing his meaty sausage to my lips.

  “Clean me off,” he commanded.

  My lips parted and he entered my mouth, his cock tasting of both of us. My tongue lazily swirled around his head, slowly teasing more of his seed out of him.

  Dom was now standing, assuming the position Catharn just had. “I’m going to fuck you now, Cynthia. I know how badly you’ve yearned for me,” he said, his golden eyes looking down at me. “I’ve watched you watch me in class. I’ve smelled your lust, filling the yoga studio with your bouquet,” he said. He flipped me over onto my back. “It took all my self control not to tear your clothes off and mount you in full view of everyone.”

  My mind was groggy with lust, both sated and unfulfilled. His words swam through it, but I was adrift on a current of bestial lust. Of primal satisfaction. There was no yesterday. There was no tomorrow. There was only now. “Too many words,” I said.

  He cocked his head at the challenging tone of my voice. He pulled my legs up so my ankles rested on his shoulders. He took his prick in his hand, the head covered in glimmering pearly seed. He ran it up and down my slit, teasing me. The bastard pressed it against my clit, hard.

  “Unnnh!” I cried out around Catharn’s cock. My head was now facing the side of the table, and he had his hand on the back of my head while he slowly fucked my mouth.

  Catharn looked down at me, his slow languid thrusts purely for the pleasure of my wet mouth wrapped around his prick. There was no urgent need to come, he was just delighting in the sensation.

  Dom pressed the head of his cock against my clit again, then dipped it low and pressed it between my folds. He sank into me like he was made for me. His hips pulled back in expert precision as he slammed back down into me. His ass muscles tightened and released with each thrust, sending a shockwave up through my soft body. He started off gently. Slowly. He was taking his time. He had something to prove. This was personal.

  “She’s enjoying herself,” Catharn said with an eager grin as he held my head in place. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and put his balls against my lips.

  I obediently began to lick them, sucking on one huge stone and barely getting it into my mouth. I felt a hand grab my breast and saw that Dom was groping me fervently.

  His other hand dipped below us. I felt it gently trace the cleft of my ass cheeks then go deeper. His fingertip softly pressed against my backdoor, teasing my limits as his hard cock slid in and out of me millimeters away. “I think she likes this,” Dom said.

  “Do you like what he’s doing, little one?” Catharn said as I licked his balls. “Are you ready for both of us?”

  Dom’s finger pressed forward again, penetrating my asshole and plumbing my my darkness. His finger began fucking my asshole while his cock worked my pussy. He joined a second finger to the first and worked at loosening me up.

  It felt amazing, having these two gorgeous Shifters give all their attention to me like this. Every orifice was filled with them, and I wanted more. I wanted to feel both of them inside me. “Please,” I pleaded, my need obvious.

  Grunting, Catharn took his cock and balls away from me. “How sturdy is your table, Dom?” he said, stroking his cock.

  “As sturdy as they come. We cannot break it,” Dom said, his long cock slamming into me. He bent down, folding me up like a piece of origami. My knees against my shoulders, he kissed me deeply. Then he picked me up, folded in half and still speared on his cock. I heard shuffling behind me and then I was lowered down.

  Catharn was under me, his hands guiding me down onto his cock. He slathered a glob of spit up and down his rod, then pressed his head against my asshole. “Relax, little minx. Take your time, and take me inside you.”

  I winced at the anticipated pain. He felt too big. He felt too wide. I screwed up my face in pain and gritted my teeth.

  “Cynthia,” Dom spoke quietly, our
faces an inch apart.

  I opened my eyes, staring into his gorgeous golden orbs.

  “Just breath. It all starts with the breath,” he said.

  I grasped onto his words, clearing my mind and ignoring the pressure at my back door. I breathed in and out, slowly and deeply just like in yoga class. I felt the life giving air fill my lungs, then the sensation of exultation as I expelled the air. Then my body shifted downward slightly. I did it again and I slid down a little bit more onto Catharn’s cock. Before I knew it, I felt his body underneath mine. “I did it!”

  “You were always able to,” Dom said, smiling down at me. He let my legs go, and they came down to rest around his hips. He leaned in and kissed me, pressing down onto me.

  I felt Catharn breath under me as I was squished between these two alpha male Shifters. I realized that Dom hadn’t come yet. He’d been so focused on me. That wouldn’t do. I began gyrating my hips.

  Both men hissed air between gritted teeth.

  “You little whore,” Catharn said from beneath me, straining not to cum again. His hands came up from below and played with my breasts.

  “We’re lucky to have such a lovely little whore,” Dom said as he began to fuck me again, matching my gyrations with his thrusts. His face was focused on mine, the heat of our bodies filling the room. Beads of sweat cascaded down from his hair and fell off the tip of his nose, landing on my neck.

  We were slick with sweat and sex, not a dry spot anywhere on our bodies. We became a well oiled sex machine, two pistons driving in and out of me, two men needing to relieve the screaming tension in their balls. I wrapped my arms around Dom’s neck and rode them both, slamming myself down onto both hard dicks as they thrust up into me.

  Both men bit down onto opposite shoulders as we all came. My orgasm crashed over me like a typhoon as two hard cocks spasmed inside me. Two sets of balls flexed against each other, competing to fill me with as much seed as possible. I stared up at the ceiling, my whole body on fire and feeling alive for the first time in years.

  We all lay there, breathing in unison, not wanting to move ever again.

  Between Two Bears

  by

  Becca Fanning

  It was one of those moments. You know the kind. You’re faced with a choice. You can imagine how your future self turns out either way. Sure I could’ve kept walking down the street, caramel latte in hand. But I didn’t.

  I looked down at the sign.

  BearFit Training Gym. Humans and Shifters Welcome!

  I needed to go to the gym. I’d always been a big girl, but my habits had just solidified that in adulthood. It wasn’t an aesthetic thing: I dreaded getting that news in the doctor’s office that I was diabetic. My aunts struggled with that, and I didn’t want any part of it.

  But a Shifter gym? They were kind of strange. I had a friend in college who’d dated one. Said they were super passionate and a little unhinged. And a wrecking ball in the sack. Some mornings she’d be stuck in bed, a bag of ice on her vagina. I bit my lip as I remembered those stories. They kept me warm some nights.

  “Hi, would you like to come in to check the gym out?” a deep husky voice said from behind me.

  I turned around and looked up into a pair of deep golden eyes. My breath caught in my throat. I’d seen them in videos and heard about them, but I’d never seen them up close. They belonged to a very handsome face, framed by straight brown hair. “Hi,” I managed. “Umm, I was just reading,” I said as I pointed behind me to the sign. Stupid! Of course, what else would you be doing?

  “Reading about it is one thing, seeing it is another,” he said, smiling. Very nice teeth. He stretched one huge arm in front of himself, pulling it taut with the other arm. Whether it was for some benefit or just to show off, I didn’t care.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I was just out for some coffee,” I said, holding up my cup. Why did I always do this in front of cute guys? Pull it together.

  “I won’t keep you long. Five minutes. You never know, it might change your life,” he said.

  “Now you’re laying it on thick,” I said.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough,” he said with a shrug. “What can I say? I’m excited about this place. My name’s Mark,” he said, extending his hand.

  I put my hand into his. “Olivia,” I said. His giant hand curled around mine, firm but gentle. For the first time in a very long time, I felt dainty.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Olivia. Right this way,” he said, opening the door for me.

  We walked inside, the hallway extending down the building and coming to a staircase. We walked up two flights of stairs. “The warmup,” he joked.

  At the top of the stairs he held open a large glass door for me. Truth be told, I was winded. I forced myself to breath through my nose so it wouldn’t be obvious. I was relieved when he was called over to the front desk to help the attendant there.

  I leaned back against the wall, my lungs sucking in air as fast as they could. I knew this wasn’t normal, and it was proof that I needed to exercise more. But was a gym really for me? They had those workout videos that you can do in your living room. Those felt more my speed.

  “Sorry about that Olivia,” Mark said, joining me again. “Welcome to BearFit Training, where we put you first!” He held his arms out wide, letting me take in the breadth of his domain.

  The gym was bright, thanks to a wall of floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the avenue below. Tons of cardio equipment filled the large part of the gym. Treadmills, ellipticals and stationary bikes were lined up in rows against the windows. Off to one side were the free weights. Two guys were taking turns lifting weights, grunting noisily as they did.

  “So here we have everything you’ll need to make a commitment to yourself. Cardio equipment for getting your heart rate up. Weights if you want to tone up,” he said. He pointed off to a doorway. “That’s our class workout room. I’ll get you a schedule before you leave.”

  “So are all your trainers…” I said, not knowing if this was a polite question.

  “Board certified? Yes, and we require recertification every six months. That’s twice as often as any other gym in the city,” he said, leading me over to the locker rooms.

  “No, sorry. I meant, are you all Shifters?” I said quietly.

  “Ma’am, I’m more than a set of golden eyes and inch long fangs,” he said. Then he dropped the act, grinning. “Yeah, but it’s just coincidence. We’re not against a human coming on board as a trainer, if they’re qualified.”

  “Sorry, I hope that wasn’t rude,” I said.

  “You’re just curious. I get that. I think that mystique will be good for the gym. At least I hope so,” he said. “Anyway, here we have our co-ed locker room.”

  “Huh?” I said.

  “That joke doesn’t work, does it?” he said, then quietly, almost to himself, “Ok, Mark, stick that one in the bin.”

  I found that affectation cute. “Shucks, just then I thought I’d have another reason to come to the gym,” I said, looking away as I sipped my coffee. I was flirting! I was flirting with a personal trainer! A shifter personal trainer!

  “That’s the whole shebang, Olivia,” Mark said. “We’ve got some plans for expansion but those are down the road. Do you have any questions?” He put his arm up on a weight machine and leaned against it. His shirt pulled up and his pale six-pack peaked out at me.