DEN OF THE ALPHAS (Steamy Werebear Shifter BBW Menage Romance) (3 page)

Elgar slapped my ass repeatedly as he fucked me into submission, and after several minutes he followed Erick’s lead and made me lick his thick, slick dick clean. It was Warren’s turn to grasp my hips and push himself as deep inside as he could go, and he too tenderized my hips by spanking my ass into submission. Erick joined Ulgar in controlling my mouth, and I was soon sucking them both down at the same time again, holding both cocks in my mouth with my tongue sliding between them.

When Warren had taken his fill, Erick returned to mount my hips. However, instead of continuing our current configuration, he instead lifted me up and spun me around. Instinctively, my wrists slid around his neck and my ankles around his hips as he held my weight with one hand, grabbing his own slick erection with his free grasp. Carefully, he lowered me onto his punishing cock again, and I rolled my hips against him as we began to fuck like teenage lovers once more.

As he held me with both hands, I felt the incredible angle of his penetration, so much that I barely noticed Warren’s slick finger gunning for my hidden star. I felt his digit push into my asshole up to the first knuckle, toying around inside me as Erick ensured that he had my full, undivided attention with every last, jaw-droopingly powerful thrust.

Soon, I felt a second finger inside, and realized that he was now holding me open. Erick stopped thrusting into me, holding me in place while Warren held my asshole agape and pushed the head of his thick cock inside — still slick with my saliva. Gently, he inched himself in, and I did my best to relax my muscles as my ass slowly welcomed him in.

With half of his girth penetrating up between my cheeks, we soon rocked back into our rhythm. Pinned between Warren and Erick, with both sets of hands supporting my full hips, my body continued to pounce between them with my ankles and wrists around the alpha. Warren’s hands soon snaked up to grasp my thick, curvaceous tits again, and his fingers went straight for stimulating my puckering nipples. The sensation drove me to begin moaning, my voice rising to match their firm, shifter groans as they fucked my holes into submission.

Poor Ulgar wasn’t getting any action, so I licked my hand, reached it down, and grasped him firmly near the base. I delighted myself in his guttural groans as I stroked his thick shifter shaft, and his voice added to the collective satisfaction of the pack.

I was finally pleasing them all at the same time, properly. But a few minutes into this, they decided our positioning needed some adjustment, and I found myself settling down onto Erick’s cock as he lay on the floor, his hands behind his head. Meanwhile, Warren positioned himself behind me, pushing his cock up into my ass like before. Ulgar, now within reach, stood proud with a hand on the back of my head as he pushed his full length to the back of my throat, pummeling my mouth with his unforgiving shaft.

Erick pumped my hips with his thrusts, and I did my absolute best to keep up with the rhythm. It was hard to withstand all three of them, punishing my body between them as they pleasured themselves with it — but I was having the time of my life. The shifters commanding my hips were timing their speedy thrusts so that one always withdrew as the other pushed in, and even the cock assaulting my throat kept my mouth slick with salty juices that tasted phenomenal.

Warren was starting to get to a stopping point, and I felt his thrusting into my ass growing more erratic with the passing minutes. I took his hands and clamped them back around my breasts as he fucked my asshole. Squeezing my breasts and playing with my nipples, I moaned and pushed back against him — feeling the full length of his cock entering my ass — and did everything I could to push him over the edge. It seemed to work, and within the minute he was squeezing his burly arms around me, his cock twitching a storm as it emptied its balls into my welcoming bowels.

After he extracted himself, that left me with Erick down below and Ulgar dominating my mouth. Both sets of lips—my mouth and my pussy—glided madly up and down both fleshy, staggeringly hard cocks. Erick’s dick pushing up into me from the floor slid against my ridges wonderfully, and Ulgar’s filled my throat cavity with bliss. I took advantage of my positioning to rotate my thick, rotund hips around on Erick’s, working to get him going. They allowed me to straighten my back out, and I took advantage of the slight adjustment to keep my eyes on Ulgar’s as his cock continuously disappeared into my mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Warren was stroking himself in the background. I made sure to make brief eye contract and give a sexy little smirk, just for him, while sucking off his brother. He seemed appreciative of this, given how quickly he ramped up the speed of his fist around his cock.

As for the cock between my lips, I could tell that Ulgar was incredibly close to the edge. As I dedicated my full attention to getting him off in my warm, wet mouth, his movements became more frantic, and his breathing was faster, his hands clamped harder around my head.

Just a little longer…just a little more…

Ulgar held my lips clamped to the base of his shaft, his hands firmly holding my head in place, and he gasped loudly as his shifter shaft twitched against my tongue. I felt several ropes of salty, fulfilling cum pump into my mouth and down my throat. I hummed and slid my tongue around his cock to welcome it all, eager to be his eager mate — just like I had been with his brothers. His load coated the insides of his throat, and I almost gagged, but he wasn’t having any of that. I held it together and swallowed it all down as he held me in place. Finally, he let go of my head, and I slowly relinquished his cock, my tongue sliding all around it and lapping off the tip.

This left Erick, who was now filled with a musky lust knowing that I was all his. Now that my ass was free and it was just him controlling my hips, he was able to reassert his complete dominance over my body. Eager to ride his own climactic wave, his strong hands clamped down hard on my heavy hips, and he pumped my fulfilled cunt up and down his cock as fast as he could. In appreciation, I rocked my torso from left to right, wiggling my breasts for him. He gave my ass a few firm slaps with both hands in recognition, and I moved his hands back to my breasts so he could play with my nipples to his heart’s content.

But I felt the rising tide of an incredible orgasm coming, and soon I was gasping and pleading in a string of filthy expletives. With my head held high and my large breasts bouncing, I clenched onto his chest as cursed at the top of my lungs with my hips smacking against his – and the most incredible, mind-crushing string of orgasms in my life. I belted out six or seven in a row against him as he pummeled my pussy, and finally I was a quivering, curvy mess against his hips as my pussy clenched to his thick cock.

It wasn’t just me at the apex of a natural, chemical high. With my muscles contracting around his shaft, Erick’s pumping went frantic. He dug down deep into me as hard as he could, and with a tremendous gasp from his heavy chest, rope after rope of hot cum poured up into my pussy. He lay his head down on the floor and watched my tits some more, regaining his composure and desperately trying to stop his heavy, mighty breathing.

His juices intermingled with his brothers’ and mine, as Warren’s earlier gift slid down from my ass to my pussy lips, and both streams of passion met and mingled. I was gasping from the bottom of my lungs as Warren suddenly grabbed me by the hair, holding me in place as he stroked out another orgasm — splashing across my face, sliding off of my chin, and rolling down my big, beautiful tits.

“There. First claimed, and now marked,” Erick smiled up from the floor. I disentangled myself and dropped to the ground, wiping the shifter come from my face and licking some of it from my fingers. The hot, salty taste only served to fill me with
more
arousal and
more
primal need.

“That was…the best…the most incredible…” I sputtered, eager to show my appreciation but devoid of the energy to do so.

“Reserve your rest,” Erick smiled, sitting up beside me. The other shifters were loitering about, watching us with what I realized was more hunger. “After all…you’ll need it.”

“And why’s that?” I murmured, my brain still swimming with satisfaction.

“Why, because that was just round one…after all, the building’s not going to close for another couple of hours!”

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Punished By The Alphas

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Punished By The Alphas

B
efore every hunt, I always took the time to reflect on my past. Call it a ritual, if you want. It felt cleansing to my soul, as if it somehow forgave some of my sins for the things that I had done…and the things that I continued to do.

Letting the engine of my motorcycle thrum to a low idle, I kicked down the support and pulled at the light chain around my neck. I quickly tightened the fingerless, leather gloves over my hands before popping open the locket with a slip of my thumb.

A fingertip from my free hand slid lovingly across the glass frame. It was the only picture of my parents that I had. I gazed upon my father, with his strong jawline and thick brunette hair, smiled a winning smile — while my mother laughed radiantly at something off-camera. They had been high school sweethearts, and this picture had been taken a few weeks before their graduation. They looked so young, so full of life. They wore the faces of people who had not a single care in the entire world.

That was before everything was taken from them. Taken from me.

Snapping the locket shut as I slipped it back against my skin beneath my tight-fitting top, I pulled the leather jacket around myself tighter. Within seconds, I was back on the highway, my eyes dead ahead on my destination: Greenpaw Mountain.

Overpowering my own tension was easy with the motorcycle between my thighs, thrumming loudly and powerfully. Weaving between cars as I swapped lanes like discarded lovers, the rush of the wind filled my veins with euphoria.
This
was the part of what I did that I truly loved. The fresh air, pelting over me as I sailed across the highways — I had always felt stifled driving a car, breathing the same general air. No, I liked it free and wild, rippling around my body as I surged down the interstate. The smells, too — being in the cities was usually a cacophony of gaseous, industrial mess, and I generally tried to spend as much time outside of them as I could. Once I hit the road and passed across long stretches free of chemical plants, refineries, and factories, I felt alive again.

My fingers tightened around the grips as I wove a particularly narrow turn between two cars. The driver on the left had been holding up traffic with the self-entitlement complex I saw seemingly every few minutes on the road. You would always see these better-than-thou folks closing off the passing lane, despite it being illegal in many states. They thought it was their duty to run the speed limit and prevent speedsters like me from breaking the law.

I turned my helmet to face the left driver as I sailed between the cars. She was glaring indignantly at me, a skinny little twerp no older than myself.

Hate to burst your carefully manicured bubble, sweetheart, but I break a
whole
lot of laws.

As I put her in the rear view of my side mirror, I glanced quickly towards the sun. On the horizon was the very cusp of sunset, the colors already beginning to change into their beautiful array of oranges and reds. I knew that they would look particularly beautiful over the plains, as I’d seen this sort of grand, eye-filling canvas before. With a heart full of anticipation, I felt a certain sense of peace overcome me.

This is where I belong
, I thought to myself.
In tiny moments like these — quiet, beautiful, and free. This is what I really live for.

With that mantra in mind, I focused on the road to come. I had another forty-five minutes of driving ahead, and plenty of time to absorb the setting sun during the final leg of my journey.

*              *              *              *

Under the heel of my boot, I knocked down the kickstand to my motorcycle in the police department parking lot. Removing my helmet, I shook my long, curly hair free — it had been a long drive, and I was ready for a little refreshment.

But there was work to be done first.

With my head held high, I strolled into the small, quaint front office of the police department. Behind the desk was a lowly attendant, an elderly, miserly croak without an ounce of verifiable muscle beneath his thin glob of skin.

“Welcome to the Denham Police Department. How can I help you?” His raspy voice rumbled out.

“I’m here to speak to the police chief,” I answered calmly.

“What is the nature of your visit?”

With thinly-suppressed exasperation, I reached into my pocket and whipped out my badge. Flipping up the leather, the silver emblem of my profession immediately widened the clerk’s eyes, and he lifted the phone and punched in a few numbers.

“Yes, there’s someone to see you…yes, that’s her…right. Okay.” He set the receiver back down and turned with a glum face to regard me.

“Third door on your left, straight to the back. Sounds like he’s mad, though,” the clerk warned me. “He’s not in a great mood these last few days. I hope you can change that.”

“It’s not my job to care,” I explained. Before the sentiment could hang in the air for long, I reproached myself — I was more professional than this. Thoughtfully, I quickly added, “I’m sure I can alleviate some of his concerns.”

The old, haggard clerk smiled a slimy but almost endearing smile, and I shoved the picture out of my head as I followed his directions. The building was small, with tiny walkways and rooms the size of closets. There were enough filing cabinets to build shelter from a storm, sometimes walls of the things. How they kept track of everything, I have no idea.

As I knocked on the door to the freestanding office in the back of the main work area, with a dozen pairs of eyes on me, the sheriff greeted me at the door and closed it behind me.

“You’re late,” he muttered angrily. “I don’t like late.”

“You also don’t like werebears, to my understanding,” I answered. “When the highways lock up with construction in the middle of the goddamn day, my specialty whittles down to meeting
one
of those criteria. Would you rather
punctual
, or would you rather
efficient at killing werebears?”

A short, stout man with a thick brush of mustache, he grumbled quietly and sat himself behind his desk. It was filled to the brim with stacks of important-looking documents, and I took my seat in the guest chair, opposite from him.

“So, you’re here to help with the whole “werebear” thing, huh?” He scratched at his thick whiskers. “How was the drive?”

“Long. Tiring.” I replied. “I’m going to have to rest before I try to track this guy down. Got a good place in town?”

He grumbled again, stroking his thick bush of a mustache. “Nothin’ too fancy for a city slicker I reckon, but yeah. We got a small motel here in town. Easy to find. One of the last buildings before the trails. Place by the name of Sandy’s.”

I smirked lightly. “City slicker? What is this, Nevada circa 1850?
City slicker
,” I almost laughed to myself. “I try to stay out of the cities as much as I can. I like the open road. Your quaint little motel is
probably
going to do the trick for me.”

“Splendid,” he remarked, ignoring my derision. “So, what’s the plan? How’re you gonna tackle this one?”

“Same way I do all of them,” I answered. “All were go down the same way. Silver bullet’s the efficient choice — clean, immediate, with a good shot, and permanent. I’ll track this guy down and put one between his eyes if I can help it. Then I’ll call you, and you can bring your boys up and take care of things.”

He hesitated briefly, and I zeroed in on it in the instant.

“What? Is there something else?”

“They didn’t tell you?” He patted at his neck with a handkerchief. “It’s not
one
werebear…it’s a whole pack of ‘em.”

An eyebrow raised.
Well…that’s different
.

“Define
pack
.”

“We’ve confirmed three, but we think it might actually be four,” he explained. “They travel as a small clan, and they’ve been causing mischief together in the woods. Maiming hikers and just causing a big old fuss. You’ll have to take care of all of them.”

“Why didn’t you tell them it was four?” I demanded to know, crossing my arms angrily.

“I did! I told them at least the three.” He was nervous now, and he seemed small and pathetic. “I told them to send their best werebear hunter to take out a whole pack.”

“I hate liars.” My eyes were boring into his, and he shrank a little under my angry gaze. “My superiors don’t know a goddamn thing involving multiple targets for this assignment. You could have fucking jeopardized me…and what do you think would have happened to you if these shifters found out you sent a Hunter after them, hmm? You’d be maimed in your goddamn sleep.”

“But they don’t come into the city,” he weakly responded, patting at his sweat again. I became aware again of how small this office was, and this entire police department as a whole. If this backwoods son of a bitch seriously thought he could pull a fast one over a Hunter with over three dozen confirmed were kills, he had another thing coming.

“Funny thing about shifters…they’re a little
unpredictable
when you seriously piss them off. A botched assassination attempt
probably
falls into that category, but hey, your funeral. Well, both of ours, if you had your way.”

Silence hung in the room like thick, oppressive humidity. But it didn’t bother me — the fire was directly under
his
ass.

“So, are you still going to kill ‘em?” He finally asked meekly.

Impatiently eager to wrap things up and get away from this idiot, I sighed and shook my head. “You understand that my rate is for
one
. If you want me to take out
four
, it’s gonna cost you. There’s considerable danger in trying to take down an entire pack together…if I’d known this before, I would have called in some backup,” I chided him.

“I know I’ve fucked up, and I’m sorry. If you need to wait for others to show up, then that’s on me. I just want them gone as fast as possible, but I didn’t think you’d be in any more danger than usual. I’m…sorry. I should have thought things through.”

My eyebrow raised as I listened to his pathetic little spiel. With some consideration to my response, I mulled over my thoughts and let him squirm across the desk from me before finally opening my mouth.

“No…I like to work alone. And I’m efficient at what I do. They definitely sent you the best they have…and it’s about time I had a serious challenge. One Hunter against four shifters on their own turf…guarantee me four times my rate for each bear, and a little on top for pissing me off, and I’ll bring you their furs.”

The sheriff peered sideways at me, a frown stretching across his face. “I don’t know if we can afford that, that’s a pretty substantial sum you’re asking for.”

I rose from my chair, extending my hand. “Well, either it’s that, or you figure out this little problem of yours on your own. You’ve already fallen into our bad graces…if you aren’t willing to meet me halfway, then pack up some guns and head out there yourself. Good luck shooting them with regular bullets. It’ll take a lot more than one to take ‘em down…”

He rose up with me, eying my extended hand with some disdain. “How am I supposed to argue with that? I’ll find a way to scrap the money together.”

“See that you do.”

His hand shook mine, and the deal was set.

*              *              *              *

Early the next morning, I paid out at the motel and hit the road again. With the proper preparations set, and confident in the selection of weaponry in my hunting backpack, it was time that I tracked myself down a werebear shifter pack.

I stowed away my motorcycle at the edge of the woods, opting to walk the trails unimpeded by the loud, thrumming engine. I knew that I wouldn’t find them anywhere near the initial treelike, and took to hiking the trails and ascending the first major hill within sight. From there, I had a vantage point, and could begin to determine their likely movement patterns — perhaps even where they killed.