Matthew (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 1) (84 page)

I jumped headfirst, feeling the cold water awaken every part of me. The weakness, the despair, the sadness that was in me all washed away. I was a being of the here and now. I wasn’t worried about the future or the past. I gulped the crystal clear water and was refreshed even more.

I emerged from the river to see Dusk and Burke working a small campfire. I noticed new things about them. I saw Burke’s strong jawline, masculine and defined. I saw Dusk’s hands, the way he confidently tended the growing fire. 

I saw how both men were always in a state of readiness. Ready to spring, to attack, to protect. I felt comfortable with these men, somehow together with them. I walked over to the campfire and both men looked up.

“Sit down and warm yourself up,” Burke said, standing to usher me next to the fire.

I wasn’t cold at all. In fact there was something burning inside me. Something else had awakened in the river. A thirst that water couldn’t quench.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Our lips met and it was spectacular. Tingles echoed through me and danced across my skin. My body pressed against his, feeling his root begin to grow in his trousers. He was very well endowed by the feel of things!

“Annie, be careful!” Dusk said. He rose to stand behind me. His hands on my hips. “We’re not normal men!”

I stopped kissing Burke and spun on Dusk. “Angel, devil, or something in between, you will lie with me tonight,” I whispered. I don’t know what made me do it, but I leaned in and softly bit him on the neck. My hands deftly unbuckled his belt and I tossed his holster to the side. His real weapon was growing and wanted to be freed.

I felt Burke press up behind me, and his sharp teeth bit down on my neck. My nipples, already hard from the cold air, stood up like pine trees. I felt long canines against my neck and moaned.

Dusk’s hands grabbed my breasts, and his mouth sought out mine. He pressed his lips against me hard, and his tongue brushed against my closed mouth. I parted them and his tongue swept in, sweeping over mine to taste me. I savored his taste, and the smell and feel of his stubble as our noses brushed against one another.

Burke had stopped biting my neck and began kissing his way down my back. His planted several delightful kisses on the small of my back before going lower. His hands grabbed my buttocks, spreading them for his lewd attentions.

I spread my legs, standing with them apart.

Burke’s nose went close to my fanny and he inhaled deep. I low growl emitted from him, something primal in him answering my lustful scent.

The sound brought weakness to my knees and dampness to my mound. The thought of a man like Burke desiring me like an animal was too much for me to take. I moaned as Dusk bent forward to take my breast into his mouth.

His mouth was hungry, eager to pillage. His lips were clamped on my ample breast, and he tried to suck more of me in. Greedy was a word that entered my mind, but a firm swipe by his tongue against my sore nipple made me gasp.

My hands continued to undress Dusk, and I heard similar rustles from behind me. Both men were naked in two shakes of a rabbit’s tail. I stood between them, taking them in with my eyes. Their bodies rippled with muscle, clear that their time in the saddle was not leisurely. Burke’s manhood was fully erect, his purple head glistening in the moonlight. Dusk’s cock hung down, thick and swinging.

I knelt between the two men, showing my submissiveness. I took Burke in my hand and stroked him. I was pleased to see him looking down at me while I worked his rod. I leaned over to take Dusk in my mouth. His large head already coated with his seed, I licked it clean, hoping more would follow.

I switched to suck on Burke, pulling him closer. I cleaned the seed from his head, my mouth able to go down his full length. His tangle of hair above his manhood tickled my nose each time I went the distance. My cunny was tingling with new sensations, and a wet warmth was dripping out of it down my leg.

The heady scent and salty taste of these two studs ignited something greedy in me as well. I pulled the men closer to one another and two them both in my mouth at the same time, relishing the sudden fullness in my mouth. Both men grabbed handfuls of my hair and took turns plunging deeper into my mouth, using me as they saw fit.

I pulled my mouth off both men and fell backwards onto a blanket. I looked up at the two men. Two sets of golden eyes looked down at me, that constant stare of a predator. Both men absently stroked their huge cocks, eager to sate their lust in my body.

My legs draped open, spreading my intimate folds. Both men fell upon me, nothing civilized about their demeanor. 

Dusk dove between my legs, his mouth on my sex. His teeth grabbed my inner thigh, making me cry out in delicious pain. His lips found my lower lips, and soon his tongue was lapping at my slit. His hands kneaded my ass ,squeezing the supple flesh and sending wonderful sensations through me.

Burke knelt next to my head, his cock in my mouth. His one hand tweaked my nipple while his other held the back of my head. His golden eyes looked down into me as he thrust into my mouth. 

I cupped his balls, feeling their fullness. The desperation in his eyes made sense, and I was happy to be able to relieve him of this need. I saw him tense up and he pulled out of my mouth. He never broke eye contact, his golden eyes holding me as his huge cock hovered over my lips. It was covered in my spittle, glistening from head to base.

I cried out as Dusk’s tongue found my nub. Huge waves of pleasure rolled through me each time his tongue lapped over it. I felt every ridge and bump of his tongue against my little clit.

Dusk’s tongue would plunge into me, lapping up my juices as fast as my stream could flow. His desire was building too. His cock was full and rigid, rubbing against my turned calf. It left streaks of more seed as evidence of his need.

I got up on all fours, presenting myself to Burke. He growled again and knelt behind me, ready to mount his bitch in heat. 

My mouth took in Dusk, hoping to taste more of his need. He looked down at me while I serviced him, his mouth open slightly in a panting affectation.

I felt the head of Burke’s cock press against my entrance and I yearned to have him inside me. I pushed my mound back against him but his fingers dug into my hips, holding me still. I felt his manhood slide against my folds, the head bumping my clit before traveling further to rest right under my belly button. I moaned and pivoted my hips to rub against him, my own primal needs taking over. Long forgotten was the fact that I’d never laid with a man. What would normally give me pause was now rushing me along, eager to mate with these men.

I took out my aggression on Dusk’s manhood, sucking him harder and even gently biting his manhood. He grunted and grabbed a tight hold of my hair, sliding his cock deep down my throat and pulling it back out again.

Burke thrust into me with no gentleness or compassion. He pushed past my hymen, the barrier completely ineffectual against such a virile man. The pain in my core was quickly replaced by the feeling of him, the feeling of a man knowing a woman. Or an alpha wolf knowing it’s bitch. 

His long nails dug into my hips, piercing the skin as he hammered into my sopping wet pussy. 

My breasts swung forward, my nipples brushing against Dusk’s hairy thighs as I continued to work his member in my mouth. My hand played with his sack, enjoying the heavy feel of the stones inside. His rod was slowly seeping seed down my throat, filling my nose with his scent and essence.

He grunted, his hand going to the base of his manhood. His other hand held the back of my head as his head fell backwards, his eyes closed. I felt his cock throb in my mouth, and thick ropes of seed erupted again and again. His balls flexed tight under his cock, and my hands coaxed them to give up every drop. He continued to release himself into my mouth, and my lips stayed clamped around his root. After a time his cock throbbed but he was spent. He collapsed backwards, his arms over his face.

I dug my hands into the soft desert earth and bucked back against Burke, his cock filling me to the brim each time he slammed into me. I quivered each time he thrust, anticipating the swing of his balls slamming into my clit. I grit my teeth, feeling my own climax building.

I’d had them before, of course. A little rub in the tub once a month and my sanity was preserved. But this was something so much more. 

Burke let out a howl as he slammed against me one last time, burying himself to the hilt.

I felt full of him, like he extended all the way through me. My climax came, rushing over me like a hot summer shower. Behind my closed eyelids I saw lightning bolts across my vision. His hot seed spilled into me, my womb eagerly taking it all in. Of its own volition, my upper body lowered, angling his seed deep inside me. 

After a few throbs he was spent, his balls empty for now. He leaned down and affectionately nipped the back of my neck. He pulled backwards, and I moaned, not wanting him out of me. He pulled out and fell backwards, his seedy manhood lying against his belly.

I crawled over to him on my hands and knees and licked him clean. I savored the taste of these men, and Burke’s seed in my womb. I knew I would follow these men wherever the future took us. I felt Dusk crawl up behind me.

I drifted off to sleep between these two men, all three of us somewhere between heaven and hell.

WEREWOLF IN THE TRENCHES TITLE PAGE

Werewolf In The Trenches

by

Becca Fanning

WEREWOLF IN THE TRENCHES

Mons, Belgium

August 21, 1914 

The makeshift hospital shook with the reverberations of German artillery as another salvo fell around us. A bedpan to my left was knocked off the stand and splattered against the ground, crashing and adding a metallic ring the din of combat outside. Moans, groans and screams were punctuated by rapid gunfire picking up along the canal nearby.

The German Imperial Army had invaded. The Kaiser would stop at nothing less than complete occupation of all of France. That meant going through our neutral nation. Most of the troops had been recalled to Paris as a last ditch effort to defend the city. But a small cadre of local militia stayed behind to support the British Expeditionary Force units still in the area.

My family had moved to French-speaking Belgium from South Africa a generation ago. I’d been brought up in a household learning both French and English. My two brothers were deployed elsewhere in Belgium. I was going to school to become a teacher, but instead I heeded the call to defend my nation against the invading Huns.

"Merci! Madam, I hurt all over," the man on the cot said. His hand grabbed my sleeve. He had been brought in earlier that day, one of dozens of casualties that filled beds, cots and mats on the floor in this makeshift hospital. The bullet had caught him in the leg and gone straight to the bone. I knew he was in agony, but I could do nothing for him. I could offer him no relief from his pain.

But I could put his mind at ease.

"The doctor is coming soon. He will have the medicine to make you better," I said. My hand gave his a confident squeeze, and he released me and lay back down. The most valuable skill I'd learned in my short time helping these dying soldiers was to lie. The truth was a poison, a cruel curse. There would be no medicine to save him. There would be no doctor who could afford the time to save him. But a lie.  A lie could give him hope. A lie could ease his suffering, could take his mind off the pain even for a brief moment.

That is all I could offer.

I moved down the hall the formed between rows of beds. I had to step over wounded and dying men several times to reach the back flap of the tent. Outside the sun was overhead bright shining down. Walls of smoke carried down the avenue, like wisps of ghostly soldiers. The streets were deserted, except for scattered militia units deployed down the sidestreets.

Civilians had fled weeks ago. Well, the civilians who had money fled weeks ago. There were still plenty holed up, boarding up doors and hiding in cellars. I didn't know what kind of existence they expected to have, living like rats under the boots of the vicious Germans. But i could not fault them, because I knew the feeling of terror when it grabbed you, when it didn't let go.

“Joan, got a match?” Frederique said, walking out behind me. His hand went to his neck and he loosened his priest’s collar. His hand dug into his coat pocket, pulling out a silver cigarette case.

“No, Freddy, but you’re out anyway. You’ve been out since yesterday,” I said, trying to hide how tired I was. My voice wavered with the need to rest. 

His hands shook with exhaustion, and after opening the case he snapped it shut again with a sigh. He was ragged, his eyes bloodshot. The poor man had been little more than an altar boy a week ago. The town’s priest, who suddenly had means despite his oath of poverty, fled for Paris. But a town needs a priest, and soldiers need a doctor. He was the closest the town had to either, but that wasn’t saying much.

When news of the German advance came to Mons, everyone was caught by surprise. No one expected them to go so far north, to bypass the Maginot Line and flank the French Fifth Army. The bold General Von Klausen lead the Reichstag forces as it slammed through Belgium, a move no one anticipated. The French would be unable to pivot, to face the German threat in time. With their flank exposed, they would crumble. So instead they retreated, pulling their front line back.