I picked up my speed, my body easing into accepting both these men. I could feel Helmut’s balls resting on Sven’s nut sack behind me. Like three wild beasts rutting in a meadow, we did our sordid dance in defiance of oblivion.
“So tight,” Helmut said, gritting his teeth.
“So wet,” Sven said, his eyes shut tightly.
I let out a cry and bit down on Sven’s shoulder. All three of us came simultaneously. The boys pulsed inside me, their pricks deep. The warmth from the fire, the warmth from their bodies and the warmth they shot up inside me. I wanted that moment to last forever, hung in stasis for all eternity.
But instead we all lie down next to one another, just glad we made it through that incredible day.
Hunting For A Mate 3
by
Becca Fanning
My eyes fluttered open. This was my favorite part of the day. That brief stint between sleep and wakefulness. The area between warm dreams and the cold wide-eyed demands of the day. The three weeks living in this Shifter village had been exhausting, but wonderful.
Of course, it didn’t hurt when you were sandwiched between two Shifter studs. Since becoming a Shifter myself, I’ve found that my sexual appetite was through the roof. I didn’t think I could settle for just one man any more. Luckily I wouldn’t have to make that choice.
Helmut, our Alpha, was sleeping almost spread eagle, his muscular thighs like mountain ranges underneath the white sheets of the bed. His long brown hair was a tangle over his face, his mouth open slightly. Ever so often he’d let out a cute little snore.
On my other side was Sven, our Seneschal. The defender of the Pack’s honor. He was curled up on his side, his back to me. His short blonde hair ended in a rounded back and led into his black tribal tattoos that ran all down his back, arms and chest. His broad chest shrank down to a proportionally small waist, topped by a juicy round ass. I had to resist the urge to scoot down and bite it.
There was something else as well. A bond that was strengthening by the day. Laying with them each night and waking up next to them each morning was more than just sex and sleep. Something on the animal side of it was communicated without words. Our scents mingled, our breathing took on the same cadence. Small ways of existing that millions of years of wolf pack evolution has led to.
I could tell that they were both still sleeping. I’d been waking up before them most mornings. I watched Helmut’s neck, and the pulse of his carotid artery told me his slow heartbeat. Sven’s breathing was so regular that you could set your watch to it. Only deep sleep could bring about these states.
There was also no scent of danger, anxiety or stress. Even the normal dealings in polite society brought about stressful situations that your body subconsciously responded to. Only Shifters could really pick up on this. Right now my two men were asleep, enjoying what dreams they may.
And that wouldn’t do.
I turned to face Sven’s back. I bent down and kissed his back. His breath hitched for a fraction of a second, then continued. I pressed myself up against his back, my hardening nipples poking him in the back. I ran my hand down his arm to his chest, twirling my fingers through his chest hair.
Going lower, I softly scratched his abs, circled his belly button, then went lower. His hairy down was soft and thin, warmly nesting his big cock. My hand brushed against his manhood.
His breath caught again, then continued.
I gently held him in my hand. No matter how many times I’d taken these men to bed, I always found their bodies fascinating. I could feel his heartbeat through his prick. His cock beginning to fill out, I let it go and scooped up his big nut sack. I’d drained these completely the night before, rutting against him while I serviced Helmut with my mouth. Despite that, they now felt heavy again. Bless Shifter men and their virility.
My attention on his balls caused him to groan, and he turned to lay on his back, his genitals exposed to my delight. His breathing was still slow and steady as I lay my head softly on his chest. I parted my lips and took his nipple in my mouth.
His breathing stopped for a moment. He was awake now. His arm came down on my back, softly running his fingers up and down my spine.
My tongue flicked against his nipple as it hardened in my mouth. His cock was getting harder, brushing against my hand that was still massaging his balls. Each flick of my tongue sent little jolts through him, making his abs flex. His excitement was having an effect on me, and I knew my lustful scent was filling the bedroom.
I kissed my way down his stomach, opening my mouth to take him in. His purple crown slipped past my lips, and I clamped down around his pale white shaft. His engorged cock filled my mouth, pressing my tongue flat in the bottom of my mouth. His salty desire seeped from him, filling my mouth with his musk.
I felt a rustling from behind me.
My nose woke up before my eyes did. The subtle repetitive motions of the bed immediately told me what was happening. I could smell Clarissa’s excitement, and Sven’s lazy enjoyment was pungent in the air. There was nothing he liked more than getting his cock sucked in the morning.
I glanced to my left and saw Clarissa with her head in Sven’s lap. Her head gently bobbed up and down, sucking my Seneschal off. The visual was very exciting, and I saw Sven looking down his body at her. Lucky man. Then again, some men made their own luck…
I turned to the side, facing Clarissa’s backside. Our Grace, our emotional rock. Our mate, and when we were lucky, our bitch in heat. She was insatiable, somehow able to wear the two of us out. I didn’t know where it came from but I was thankful for it every night. And some mornings, too.
My hand dipped down in front of me and grabbed her backside. I squeezed the supple flesh, kneading it and feeling her ass squirm in my hand. She made moaning noises around Sven’s cock.
I could smell her deliciousness, her lusty scent driving me wild. I wanted to taste her, but the wolf inside me needed to take her, to mount her. My balls screamed for relief, and would not be satisfied with anything else.
I put one hand on her shoulder, the other guiding myself to her slick entrance. Her wetness, her need for me just pushed me over the edge. A bitch in heat, willing to serve her Alpha: to not mount her and ride her was unthinkable. To not fill her with my seed was a crime against nature.
Her lips parted, my cock sliding through her juicy folds. I pushed harder, knowing her tight pussy would need to be coaxed into letting in my whole girth. Her head bobbed up and down faster. My other hand grabbed her hip, her skin like hot fire.
I slammed forward, stuffing her with my cock. She made another noise on Sven’s prick, her hand now joining her mouth to get him off. His breathing was speeding up.
My balls slapped wetly against her thighs, her pussy juices now thoroughly coating my cock and nut sack. I grit my teeth and rode her, relishing the feel of every ridge in her tunnel. Every toss of her hair, every noise she made. I looked down my body, enjoying the sight of my long prick sliding deep into her body, then pulling it out, covered in our excitement.
Sven arched his head back, a balled fist going into his mouth as he nutted into Clarissa’s eager mouth. Quiet slurps are all the noise Clarissa made, and I knew she didn’t let a drop escape her. She finished him off her with hand, squeezing him from base to tip. Then she went up and kissed him, swirling their tongues together.
“Good morning,” she told him, her body bouncing as I fucked her.
“Good morning yourself, beautiful. Helmut, do me a favor. She woke me up. She has to pay for that,” he said, grinning contentedly.
“Wha-eeeeeee!” Clarissa squealed as both my hands went to her hips and I mounted her as hard and fast as I could.
My balls battered her poor thighs, my cock plunged in and out of her tight slit.
She grabbed the sheets, curling them up in her hands as she came. Her pussy contracted around me, milking me for my Alpha seed.
“Grrrr,” I growled through gritted teeth, unleashing myself inside her. My
heavy balls tensed, then pulsed, sending thick sticky loads into her. I quickly filled her, further spurts leaking out between us. I lay against her, all three of us just panting and enjoying the feeling of the sun shining through the windows.
I came down from the bedroom, having taken a shower. The boys were in the kitchen, sipping coffee and nibbling on cold cuts. I sliced off a hunk of the freshly baked sourdough bread and smeared a spoonful of honey onto it.
“This is so good,” I said between chews.
“We’re in this weird middle ground where we still bake our own bread and keep bees while driving cars and using cellphones,” Sven said. “But the things that are worth doing the old way, we keep doing them that way.”
“Have you made up your mind?” Helmut asked me.
Today they would be going into town to handle business. Mineral rights negotiations for the Pack’s land. The Pack had tens of thousands of acres of land, and some energy companies were interested in leasing a part of it for development.
There had been rumblings in the Pack: some thought it was prudent to get the best value for the land. Others saw the land as sacred, and didn’t want to part with it under any circumstance. It sounded like Helmut had a big decision to make, one of the biggest ones in the Pack’s recent memory.
“I’ll go if you want me to go,” I said. I really dreaded boring boardroom talk. Figures and percentages and terms and stacks of paperwork.
“But do you want to go?” Helmut asked.
“Do you want me to go?” I said.
Both men let out a long sigh.
“What’s wrong with my answer?” I said, crossing my arms.
“It’s a simple question,” Sven said, jabbing the air with a rolled up piece of salami. “We are asking about your desire, not what you would put up with.”
“And my answer is contingent on whether you want me to go!” I said, pouring myself an orange juice from a large carafe.
Helmut held up his hands. “I would love for you to join us,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Then I would love to attend!” I lied, meeting his eyes and not flinching.
“Excellent, I’m glad we’re all in such high spirits to meet with the Dremora Corporation,” Sven said.
“What would you like me to do during the meeting?” I said. “Shall I take notes? Unbutton the top of my blouse? Bend over to pick up a dropped-aaayee!” I jumped as Helmut pinched me in the side. “Bastard! For that, you owe me. Both of you.”
Sven looked confused. “What did-“
“A date. Tonight. On the town,” I said. Why hadn’t I thought of this before!
“A date?” Helmut said, flustered.
I could see his brain working hard between those big brown eyes of him. Lead a Pack, sure. Find a mate, no problem. But take a lady out and show her a nice time…that was a different story.
“That’s a fantastic idea,” Sven said. “We’d love to take you out.”
“Cool. Now that we’ve figured that out, what do you want me to do during the meeting?” I said, all smiles. This girl was going to have some fun tonight!
“Just be patient and keep your wits about you. These people will probably be ruthless and cold-hearted,” Helmut said.
“What if they’re pleasant and nice?” I said.
“Then,” Sven said, “we’re really in trouble.”
—
“This is the place?” I said, looking up at the large glass and concrete tower in downtown Bergen. The building would’ve looked at home in any suburban corporate complex. The four hour drive to Bergen had me fantasizing about the meeting being held in a castle or perhaps an aristocratic villa.
Helmut and Sven stepped out of the truck, looking up at the building.
Sven’s nose twitched and he looked at Helmut. “Something is off.”
I smelled the air, but all I could smell was the concentrated smells of the city, all bustling humans with their worries and fears. I could see that Sven was uneasy, but Helmut looked unfazed.
“What do you think, Sven?” Helmut said.
“I don’t know. Might just be my nerves. Let’s just be ready to make an impolite exit,” he said.
“Hey, the date still happens whether or not the meeting does. I expect a nice dinner and dancing befitting a lady of my station,” I said. “Now lets go hear what they have to say.”
—
I sat up in my chair, trying my best to seem attentive and thoughtful. The three of us were on one side of a long conference room. On the other side were six lawyers representing the Dremora Corporation, a Canadian conglomerate of energy exploration teams. They searched to the ends of the earth for any drop of oil or puff of natural gas.
And they were mind numbingly boring.
“…And on this plot of land,” the man in the center said, pointing to an orange blob in the center of a green blob on a map, “we think the land deviates in such a way to indicate the presence of shale…”
It had been hours of this. Hours of these charts, graphs, projections, maps and technical data. I glanced over at Sven and Helmut, and I could see them strained to their limit.
A buzzing from my hip made me jump. Helmut and Sven looked at me gravely as I excused myself and walked out into the hallway, cellphone in hand.
“Hello?”
“Hey stranger!” June said.
“June!” I squealed. I hadn’t spoken to my roommate in weeks. A horrible realization came over me that I’d forgotten about her. About my life back in America. “Long time no chat.”
“Uhh, no shit. You were supposed to be gone like two weeks. I didn’t get a phone call, a postcard, nothing. Where the hell are you?” she said, her voice more than a little peeved.
“Well, it’s a long story, June. I’m still in Norway,” I said, tapping my hand against the windowsill at the end of the hallway. I looked out over downtown Bergen, the sun setting and casting a beautiful purple glow over everything.
“Wow, you really dove in, huh? You must be having a great time. Wait, you’re not just laying around in those coffee shops are you? I know they serve more than coffee!” she said.
“No, haven’t had the chance yet. It’s been…” I said, looking out over the quiet little Norwegian city, “magical.”
“Magical? Whoa, that’s some heavy shit, girl. So…” she said, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, “did you meet someone?”
“Yeah, you could say that,” I said, smiling.
“Oh my fucking God I knew it! I’d been telling myself this whole time, June, she’s found a guy and fallen head over heels in love with him!” She sounded very excited. “So what’s his name?”
“Umm, well, there’s two of them,” I said.
“Shut your face!” she yelled through the phone. I was sure people out on the street could hear her.
“Yeah, two of them. They’re…they’re amazing, June. I don’t know what else to say,” I said.
“When are you bringing them home? It’s going to be pretty crowded around here, but I think Ms. Sanders down the hall is moving out. Wouldn’t it be adorable if they moved in there?”
“June,” I said, then paused. I didn’t know how to say it. Honestly, I hadn’t even thought about it until just now. Ever since I’d gotten here, it had been like being scooped up by a tidal wave and carried forward. I hadn’t considered everything else. “June, I’m not coming back.”
I heard her make a surprised little noise, something cut short in her throat. Damnit. “June, say something.”
“I don’t know what to say, Clarissa. I…” she said.
“Just say it. Say whatever is on your mind,” I said.
“Well, it’s surprising. It’s not every day that your friend and roommate tell you that they’re going to be on vacation forever. It’s a lot to take in. Why are you doing this?” she said.
“I met these guys. They’re wonderful. They brought me into their…family. It’s amazing here,” I said.
“Clarissa, did you
join a cult?” she said.
“What? No!” I said, taking my attention away from the beautiful sunset outside. “I did not join a cult. Jesus, June.”
“Did they make you sign something? Did they take your passport? They’re there right now, aren’t they? Watching this conversation?” she said, her voice getting quieter with each word.
“June, I need you to calm down. I did not join a cult. I’m not anyone’s hostage. I’m just in love,” I said.
“What are you going to do for work?” she said.
“I kind of have a job, I guess? It’s more of a position. It’s just different here, that’s the best way I can put it,” I said.
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