Matthew (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 1) (64 page)

“Don’t hold back,” I said, barely above a whisper. Sweat dripped down my face, so much heat from our bodies in the tiny room. His length inside me was like a rod of blazing fire, lancing me with beautiful light. He pushed as far as he could go, bottoming out against my cervix. 

He began to pump in and out of me, a piston in train threatening to careen off the tracks. I felt the wide rim of his glans as it swept my tunnel, rubbing my itch. It wasn’t an itch that could be sated, but I needed him to keep rubbing it anyway. “This is so fucking good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! I’m almost there!”

“Unnnh!” he moaned, pushing forward one last time, his balls slapping against me. He pulsed inside me, filling me with a hot virile slurry.

“Eeeeeey!” I screamed as I came, my pussy clamping down on him, milking him, needing to empty him. Waves of lightness blasted through me. My eyes were cast down, looking at a few drops of sweat that were collecting below me, I could feel every every drop cascading down my body, each tiny stream as it followed the slopes and ridges of my frame. 

“You now carry my seed, Clarissa,” he said, still inside me. “You are mine and I am yours. I will cherish you with my last breath and defend you with my last strength.”

I felt a surge of incredible emotion inside, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. A bond had formed, something between the two of us. Something small, precious and young. Something to be nurtured.

With a slick sound he pulled out of me, a dribble of our lust dripping out of me. He came around and kissed me deeply, our how tongues swatting one another. Playful little nibbles, teeth tugging at lips, a shadow of eagerness to continue but acknowledgment that he needed a small respite.

He sat down on the padded bench in front of me, his wet length still engorged but laying between his thighs like a sleeping white snake. The smell of our sex permeated the whole room, hanging like a triumphant cloud. I watched Helmut’s golden eyes leave mine, look behind me. He gave the tiniest nod.

“Thank you, Pack Leader,” Sven said as his huge hands grabbed my thighs. “Oh, what a feast I shall have.” His hot breath blew over my exposed pussy, cool trails dripping down my legs from my Alpha’s seed. “First we should clean you up, Clarissa. This won’t do.”

His tongue began low on my thigh and he licked his way up. His tongue lapped at my skin, cleaning my Alpha’s seed from my leg. Long sweeps, not letting a single drop of the precious fluid be wasted, he swallowed it all. 

“Oh…” I said, closing my eyes so I could just focus on his attentions. I folded my arms in front of me and laid my head down, leaving my ass prostrate in the air. Not only were these Shifters gorgeous, they were freaky!

“Mmm, the mingling of your flavors is incredible,” Sven said, licking his way higher and higher up my thighs. Finally reached my sore pussy, he diligently licked my folds clean. No smidgen of cum could escape his nose. Once my labias were as clean as could be, his tongue delved into me, eating me out with vigor. “You taste amazing, Clarissa. So sweet, so fresh.”

“Oh God. Oh God!” I came again, the orgasm shooting down my legs. My thighs shook, my feet battered against the hardwood floor.

His licking didn’t stop. His tongue was inside me, exploring my tunnel. Then it would come outside to abuse my poor clit. Inside, then out. Over and over.

The tingles all over my body cried out for me to stop, that to go on was madness. The human mind couldn’t take this much pleasure. But I just grit my teeth as he continued to have his way with me.

“I see you like this, beautiful. But I’m not done with you yet,” Sven said. His tongue pulled out of my cooze, but instead of attacking my clit again, his mouth moved up.

I felt the scratchy stubble of his face rub against my ass cheeks, spreading them as his mouth went to taste my lone star. “Oh my God!” I said as his tongue swirled around my asshole.

“She seems to like that, Sven,” Helmut said. 

I could hear the grin in his voice. He was enjoying watching his second in command have his way with me. To watch another member of his pack take a bitch, relieve his needs inside her. It was so fucking hot to think about.

“As tasty as you are, dear, my balls are screaming for relief.” Sven grabbed my hips, angling his significant length toward my well-used hole, and pushed himself inside. “You chose well, Pack Leader,” he said, grunting as he thrust into me. His heavy balls swung forward, crashing into the backs of my thighs. “She is tight. I will enjoy fucking her for decades to come.”

I watched my Seneschal take Clarissa, his hips smashing into her from behind. The force of his thrusts shook her entire tiny body, sending ripples through her soft body. I watched her face contort in ecstasy as she came again. My balls twitched, remembering how that felt.

I let out a slow pleasurable growl as the blood returned to my cock. Seeing this raw sexual spectacle in front of me got my pulse racing again. I reached down and hooked a finger under Clarissa’s chin. Her eyes opened and looked up at me.

I simply looked down into her eyes. She knew her duty. She knew how to serve her Alpha. The recognition in her eyes was instant. She looked at my cock, licking her lips. As Sven continued to fuck her from behind, she crawled up to settle herself between my legs.

She bent her mouth down to my cock, knowing not to use her hands. I felt her soft, supple lips engulf me again. Sliding up and down my length. Sven had been right: she was a natural at this. Some women seemed to be made for the bedroom, and Clarissa was one of them. 

I let my fingers run through her hair, enjoying the feeling of it as her head bobbed up and down on my member. My eyes met Sven’s, both of us basking in the glory of sharing this woman. The bond growing between the three of us would last a lifetime, overcome any petty squabbles.

But there was something else first. We hadn’t taken her in every way just yet. “All day Sven has been talking about you, Clarissa.”

“Mmmmm” she mumbled, content to continue sucking me off.

“All day he talked about the beautiful woman from the ticket line. Her thick thighs, her mouth watering ass. How he couldn’t wait to finger you, to taste you, to fuck you.” I said. Clarissa sped up her bobbing, her body responding to my words.

“Isn’t that right, Sven?” I said.

Sweat flew off his brow, his strong arms flexing as he slammed into Clarissa. The tattoos on his body seemed to jump and dance as he fucked her for all he was worth. “Yes,” was all he could manage.

“Clarissa, do you want Sven to cum inside you? Do you want him to empty his balls, to find relief from the primal lust that has dogged him since he saw you?” I took a handful of her hair and pulled her mouth off my cock.

“Yes,” she said, looking up at me, pleading.

“And will you have me as well?” I said.

“Yes!” she said, eagerly.

“Good girl,” I said as I exploded off the bench to join them.

It was a blur. Growls erupted on both sides of me as Helmut lunged at us. My heart jumped, fearing violence. Instead one of Sven’s strong arms went under my stomach and we both went backwards. In midair I was spun around to lay on top of him, belly to belly. He never slipped out of me, his length still nestled deeply.

A new sensation came over me. With Sven filling me from below, Helmut pressed down onto me from above. Pools of sweat formed between our three bodies as Helmut’s hardness pressed between my asscheeks, seeking entrance.

“I will be slow, Clarissa, but I will have you this way,” he said, pulling my hair taut and whispering into my ear.

I couldn’t respond, I couldn’t think. It took my full willpower just to keep in control. My mind wanted to flee into the forest, like the hare that is doomed. I remained calm, feeling Sven thrust up into me from below, his powerful thighs arched with magnificent force.

“There you go,” Helmut said, the crown popping past my sphincter. A long contented growl came from his lips as he smoothly pushed into me.

“Oh, oh, slowly!” I said, gasping. Being crushed between these two virile studs, being pinned and used like this was incredible. 

“You are amazing in every way.” Helmut eased off his pressure, slowing down for me. But he did not stop. Once he could go no further, he pulled himself almost completely out. His head remained inside me, and he drove home again. “There we go. Good girl.”

The two men pumped into me, two huge cocks plowing into my holes. Two heavy pairs of balls needs to use me to find relief. Two beasts needing to complete their Trinity so their pack could survive. Three lovers coming together to form something for the future.

“I can’t hold back any longer!” Sven said from below me.

“Don’t, brother. Take her. She is yours,” Helmut said from above me. “She is ours!”

To hear them talk about me like that while they took me drove me over the edge again. Somewhere inside me a dam broke, and I could feel my juices cascade down and cover Sven’s cock and balls. I wanted to sink into these two men, our bodies becoming one.

Sven pulsed inside me first, a throb that vibrated through my whole core. He unleashed inside me, a river of his pent up seed. Helmut was a moment later, his balls twitching against my ass cheeks as he sent a load of his hot cum up into me.

Breathing was the only thing I could manage. Speared by these two studs, mated and initiated into their pack…it was all too much to comprehend. All that mattered was the warmth of our bodies, the tingling of our skin. I would fear no dangers or obstacles, no matter what the future held.

Because my sails held wind.

HUNTING FOR A MATE 2 TITLE PAGE

Hunting For A Mate 2

by

Becca Fanning

HUNTING FOR A MATE 2

I opened my eyes, the first rays of dawn shining in through the large window in the train car. Sven’s big arm was wrapped around me, his body nestled in close behind me. He pressed into me wonderfully, and I felt every hard edge of his body.

My Alpha, Helmut, was standing in front of the window, watching the countryside pass outside. He was naked. Magnificently naked. His pale ass was mouth watering, his back a criss-cross of sinewed muscle. His long brown hair fell down around his shoulders carelessly.

I could sense something about his body language. Something about the way he stood, about how he leaned. How his body tensed with the slight rhythm of the train going over the tracks below us. He was tense. On edge.