Bears' Claim [PUP Squad Alpha 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

“I think I’m beginning to like bossy men,” she said quietly.

“That’s good, babe,” West said from the doorway, “because I’m pretty sure I told you to strip naked and lie on the bed.”

“Oops,” she said with a giggle. Eric set her feet on the ground once more, this time sliding his hands down her hips and dragging her sleep pants and underwear with them. He grinned wickedly as he helped her onto the bed, arranging her arms and legs where he wanted them, fanning her long hair out so that the soft curls were spread over the pillow.

“Our mate is very beautiful,” West said as Eric went to stand beside him at the end of the bed. “But not very obedient.”

Confused for a moment, Hannah was about to argue the point when she realized she had indeed moved from the position Eric had placed her. She could feel a blush creeping over her entire body as she tried to force herself to lie there on the mattress with her legs open the way they both wanted.

“Do it, babe,” West said in a deep, sexy voice. She shook her head, embarrassment stealing her confidence from moments ago. West sighed in feigned annoyance before turning a grin on Eric. “It seems that our mate is shy. Perhaps she needs a little help.”

“Of course,” Eric said with a grin that could only be described as predatory. He moved onto the end of the bed, grabbed an ankle in each hand, and lifted them up and out. He settled his shoulders between her thighs, his breath hot against the exposed lips of her pussy.

“Perfect,” West said as he stalked closer. Both men were fully dressed, but Hannah quickly forgot her discomfort when Eric licked her pussy like ice cream and West suctioned his mouth to her breast. She writhed under them, trapped against the mattress as they explored her intimately. Heat began to pool in her belly, excitement pulling her muscles tight as her men caressed every inch of her with their calloused hands and warm, wet mouths.

“Please,” she whimpered as the need to come wound sensuously through her mind and drowned all other thoughts.

“Not yet, babe,” West said a moment before biting down on her nipple. She screeched, the tiny pain shooting electrical currents straight to her pussy. Eric licked her clit, and then used his lips to clamp down on the sensitive nub, trapping her swollen flesh in his mouth. Hannah arched her back, lifting her breasts into West’s waiting mouth, her legs straining against Eric’s hold, trying to trap his head where she wanted it.

“Please,” she whimpered again. But they just held her down, slowing their sensual assault, bringing her back from the edge. She growled low in her throat, eliciting soft laughs from both of her men.

“Not yet,” Eric whispered, his hot breath bathing her clit as his fingers slid through the wet folds of her pussy, spreading her juices, massaging the swollen flesh before very carefully pushing inside.

She gasped at the tightness, the feeling of being stretched, her instinct to move away even as she slid closer. But West saw her grimace of pain.

“How long has it been?” he asked with concern in his eyes, his hands moving over her body in a soothing motion.

She glanced at Eric’s worried face and whispered, “A little over three years.”

“Three years?” Eric repeated in shock. He moved to the side of the bed, gently pulling his fingers from her aching pussy. “Three years? You haven’t slept with anyone since you met me?”

“No,” she answered honestly though she felt her entire body blush with embarrassment.

West smiled. “Maybe Eric wasn’t the only one to sense that you and he were mates.”

“Perhaps. I don’t know for sure. I mean I dreamed of being with him, but it’s not like I…um…did anything about it.”

“True,” Eric said, looking far too happy for a man with a cock that hard. “Maybe you even sensed why I stayed away.”

She shrugged. She hadn’t actively avoided other men. It had just seemed to work out that way.

Eric glanced at his cousin once more and even though they didn’t speak a word, some sort of communication seemed to pass between them. Eric lowered his mouth to hers, his hand caressing her inner thigh, as he pulled her legs wide once more. “West is going to make sure we don’t hurt you.”

Eric devoured her mouth, his tongue thrusting into her over and over as West moved between her legs and pressed a kiss to her clit. She reared up, her spine arching off the bed as he began to flick his tongue over her already sensitized bud. He tucked his hands under her ass, lifting her pussy to his mouth, his tongue and fingers somehow everywhere at once.

Eric caressed her breasts, his large hands sweeping over her, his fingers plucking at her hard nipples as they passed. He caressed higher, touching her collarbone, her neck, her throat. “Come for us, Hannah.”

The world spun out of control, her orgasm pounding through her, hot lava filling her veins, as air escaped her lungs on a keening cry. She panted, writhing against their hold as every muscle in her body shook violently.

“So beautiful,” West said as he eased his fingers into her grasping channel. She was still pulsing around him when he lowered his mouth to her pussy once more and sucked hard on her clit. She screamed, the sound quickly cut off by Eric’s passionate kiss. Heat wave after heat wave washed over her again

Mindless with need, Hannah moaned and wrapped her arms around West as he replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, easing in slightly before pulling out and thrusting a little deeper. It felt incredible, like she’d finally found where she belonged, as he pushed all the way into her.

He held still a moment, letting her pussy adjust to his invasion when the word “condom” finally bounced from her brain and out of her mouth. West laughed, the deep sound reverberating through her. “That’s the best thing about being bear-shifters. No diseases and we can only impregnate bear-shifter females and then only during mating season.” He thrust slowly, the sensation exquisite as Eric smiled down at her.

“Relax and enjoy, honey,” he said as he held her tight. West started to move more forcefully into her pussy. Thrusting slowly, deliberately, his pace steady, his entire focus on her pleasure. She lifted up to him, her need for orgasm gripping her once more.

“That’s it, babe,” he said as he started moving more quickly, pulling her hips closer, his cock shuttling into her pussy much faster, going much deeper, claiming her more thoroughly. She felt her orgasm start, the loss of control unexpected, the groans of both her men very gratifying. “Fuck,” West whispered desperately as his rhythm faltered, his movements becoming more erratic.

He pulled away, holding his jaw tight, his concentration absolute. She grasped his glistening cock, pumping him slowly as Eric moved between her legs and eased into her wet sheath.

“Hell,” he groaned as he pushed deeper. “Hannah, you feel incredible. Come for me, honey. I want to feel your pussy dragging at my cock. I want to feel the sensation that nearly drove my cousin into an embarrassingly fast orgasm.”

West laughed, not the least offended by Eric’s teasing. “Be careful what you wish for, cousin.” Hannah giggled, amazed that she could feel so happy, so lighthearted, so incredibly aroused, and still have so much fun. “Concentrate,” West said as he slapped her thigh playfully.

The moan that escaped her was completely unexpected, the orgasm even more so. “Holy shit,” Eric said with an amazed look on his face a moment before his control snapped and he started thrusting into her harder and harder. He groaned, his arms going rigid as she felt his cock pulse deep inside her pussy. Heat pulsed to every inch of her body, her muscles shaking as her climax rolled over her.

He pressed his forehead against hers, panting softly as they both twitched with the aftershocks of their mutual orgasm. He pressed a kiss to her lips, laughing softly when West teased him with a quiet “Told you so.”

“Come on, babe. Shower time,” West said as he pushed his cousin sideways. Eric slowly pulled his cock from her pussy, groaning at the separation.

“But you…” Hannah let the words trail off, not quite sure how to phrase her thoughts verbally. She still had her hand wrapped around his hard cock.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’m planning a very long shower.”

* * * *

West tried to gauge his cousin’s reaction as he lifted their mate into his arms. He didn’t want to upset Eric, but he felt a burning need to spend just a little bit of time alone with Hannah. It wasn’t just that he still had a raging hard-on. It was also the feeling of having fallen behind in the past three years as these two incredible people had gotten to know each other as friends.

And, if he were truly honest with himself, it was also about that slap.

Hannah had responded beautifully to his domination. He hadn’t expected that, but having seen her reaction with his own eyes, he couldn’t seem to control the need streaking through him. But they had to talk first. Once he’d met Hannah, he’d been fully prepared to put his BDSM days behind him, but Hannah’s reaction gave him hope that they might somehow find a middle ground.

Eric gave them both a happy grin and then rolled over and tucked his head under the pillows. Considering how little sleep the guy had managed since this all began, West was nearly certain his cousin was already in dreamland before they left the room.

West kissed Hannah reverently, sliding her body down the front of his as he placed her onto her feet. He caught sight of the slightly pink area on her thigh and couldn’t resist caressing the spot where his hand had landed.

She smiled at him, placing a hand over his as he caressed the smooth flesh.

“Did you enjoy this?” he asked, needing to know despite how vulnerable the question might make him seem.

“Yes,” she said, nodding shyly. She seemed to want to say more, but closed her mouth instead and watched him as a blush crept over her skin again. His mate was simply adorable.

“Do you know what a Dom is?”

Her eyes widened, but again she nodded and said that one breathy little word, “Yes.” But then as if she worried he’d misinterpret her words she added, “But only from romance books.”

He smiled and caressed the flesh of her thigh, wanting to smack her again, wanting to watch the reaction on her face as he spanked her, but not wanting to frighten her with his need. Until ten minutes ago he would have said that his forays into the BDSM clubs had been about mutual sexual pleasure, a way to get his rocks off without having to build a committed relationship. It had suited his “always on the road” lifestyle, and he’d truly believed he’d be able to give it all up once he found his mate.

But now that he had Hannah naked, panting, and wearing his mark on her thigh, he realized just how naïve that assumption had been.

He cupped her face in his hand. “I would like to explore this,” he said, unsure how to verbalize his fervent hope that their darker desires would bring them both pleasure.

“I would, too,” she said with another of those shy smiles. “I only know what I’ve read in romance novels so you’ll need to teach me.”

Blood rushed to his groin, the erection that had never quite gone down growing much, much harder. Teach her? Hell, his cock demanded that he claim this sweet, sexy, endearingly innocent woman immediately.

“Are you ready for your first lesson?” he asked, praying silently that he wasn’t overwhelming her.

She smiled so prettily he couldn’t help but lean forward and claim her lips. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, gripping her hair in his fist as he maneuvered her where he wanted, forcing her head back, showing her what he needed.

Grasping desperately for self-control, he broke the kiss, his hand still in her hair as he searched her eyes, terrified of finding fear. He knew full well that he’d stop instantly if he thought she wasn’t handling the situation, but her sleepy smile had him bending her over the vanity counter.

“Eyes on me, Hannah. Watch in the mirror.”

She did as she was told, bending at the waist and leaning on the counter, her palms flat against the surface, her sweet ass presented for his inspection. He ran his hands over the soft flesh, enjoying the way she squirmed as he rubbed her bottom, warming the skin, making certain that she was truly ready for him. Not willing to bruise her untried flesh, he grabbed her hairbrush from the counter, the smooth plastic surface a perfect replacement for a beginners’ paddle.

“Do I need a safe word?” Hannah asked nervously. His smile grew wider. Obviously she’d read more than a little BDSM in her romance stories.

“Not this time,” he said in a deep voice, thickened with his need. “You just have to say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or anything else negative and I’ll pull back.” She nodded her understanding, her body losing the rigid tension of a few moments ago. “We’ll start slowly.”

The first hit was barely a tap, and she wiggled her bottom, asking for more. The next few were similar, spread over her ass and thighs as he watched her reactions, making certain that she was enjoying his attention. He smacked her a little harder, grinning when she moaned.

“That’s it, babe. Let me know how you’re feeling.” He rubbed the back of the brush over the pinkened flesh. “But maybe hold off on the screaming for now. We don’t want the squad to come knocking down the doors thinking you’re in trouble.”

She laughed, rocking side to side and rubbing her thighs together as she watched him through the mirror. “There’s no doubt that I’m in a whole heap of trouble. Fortunately, Mr. Rindell, I think you might be up to the challenge.”