Under the Alpha's Protection (Steamy Werewolf Shifter Menage Romance) (4 page)

But I trusted in them all.

His fingers retreated, and my ass snapped shut around his powerful cock. He was the thinnest out of them all, but he still stretched my hole with the pressure. Pushing inward, inching his way inside, he was eager to make headway and hilt himself into my pillowy ass. To my utter surprise, the sensation was not incredibly unpleasant, and I found my body adjusted to THIS as well.

Soon, I realized that I was pleasing all three of them at once. While Langdon controlled my hips against his own as I straddled his waist, Parker dominated my mouth with fierce thrusts of his rock-hard rod, and Adrian pushed his own thickness deep into my bowels.

We fucked in this arrangement for some time, and I felt an incredible fulfillment from their use of my body. But it wasn’t just that. I’d never been pillaged in this way, my body bent to fulfillment by so many lovers at once. The very thought had intimidated me before.
How would it even work? Could I HANDLE it?
To my strict satisfaction, my flesh adapted well to fit these needs, and I was experiencing an incredible level of pleasure that had been absolutely unknown to me before.

I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on, however. My stamina was waning, and I silently demanded that one of them release their seed and remove themselves from the carnal fracas that was our furious mating.

It was Parker who relinquished first. Ceasing his incredible thrusting, he instead elected to have me control the speed again,  and I tenderly worshipped his cock with both hands and my lips while breathing in the wholesome air. With my nimble fingers stroking his cock, my lips sucking it down against my fist, and my free hand gently cupping his balls, I knew he would be out of the race soon. True to my suspicions, the triple-threat approach caused him to hungrily grasp my hair in his hand, his knees begin to show a telltale, faint wobble. Within a minute, he was stiffening up, clutching my head and pulling my lips down his shaft one more time as he trembled, releasing the hot, salty contents of his balls across my tongue. As I eagerly swallowed down his load, he pulled himself free with a shuddering gasp, electing to withdraw and watch the rest.

This left Langdon and Adrian. Without the need to keep my mouth low enough for Parker, or perhaps just in a desire to mix the configuration of our bodies up, they soon pulled free from the ground. Adrian pressed against a nearby tree, and I was coerced into his open arms. He whirled me around and lifted me — supporting me under the thighs again — and guided his cock into my ass once more. Now that I was adjusted to his needs, it went in fairly easily, and he was soon throttling his passion within the confines of my asshole.

Langdon approached again, after watching my body bob up and down on Adrian’s shifter cock for a few minutes. He held me close and provided insertion of his own shaft, gliding easily into my drenched pussy. Soon, I was pinned between both of them, against the tree. Langdon grasped his fingernails onto the bark and bucked his thickness inside, sending shockwaves back down my spine with every mighty push. Meanwhile, Adrian sped up the intensity of his own movements, until it was clear that he was on the edge of his orgasm. Stiffening up behind me, he clutched desperately to my hips and pressed himself against my back as he let loose his own hot, salty gift. It shot deep into my bowels, staining the interior of my ass with its power as he gradually plucked himself free.

Langdon took over controlling my body as Adrian extracted himself. Holding me suspended in the air, his hands still supporting me beneath my thighs, he lifted and dropped my hips at breakneck speed. The punishment of his cock inside my body shoved me closer and closer to the edge until I thought I couldn’t hold on any longer.

And then I couldn’t. The wave of bliss struck my body and sent a scorching whiplash down my spine as my mind went blank with pleasure. As my climax struck, followed by another, and another, and a couple more for good measure, I felt Langdon’s powerful body go rigid against me. Dropping my hips with one last incredible thrust upwards, he released rope after rope of his glorious shifter cum inside my devastated pussy. I could feel his hot seed splatter along my innermost walls, searching for my womb, eager to penetrate as deeply as it could go.

Gasping for air, I came down from my orgasmic high around the same time as the alpha male. We collapsed onto the ground together in a sweaty, spent tangle of limbs, and my fingers stroked his hair intimately as he groaned with satisfaction.

~

“That was…so good,” I mumbled in a mind-wiped state of ecstasy. “Tell me we’re going to do that again.”

“Any time you’d like,” he agreed, his calloused fingers stroking locks of hair from my eyes as we lay together. “You will always be under my protection, my
princess
, and you are free to join us any time you desire.”

As the other two shifters joined us on the floor, snuggling up with our bodies, I allowed the contentment of the night to pluck away at my eyelids, drooping them ever so slowly, until I was finally fast asleep.

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Ranch Of The Alphas

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Ranch of the Alphas

L
ess than eager to spend another boring summer at home, I jumped at the chance to help out on my uncle’s ranch. After all, he had always been such a stark contrast to my father, and I had loved spending the occasional holiday on the sprawling property. While Dad was highly intelligent with a cushy office job that made him pudgy and soft, my uncle was a quiet, rigid, tall man of traditional values. He lived off the land, and sculpted it as it did him. Already pushing into his Fifties, Uncle Jack’s sunbaked skin was tanned and leathery, his strong muscles told the tale of decades spent tending the land, and he spoke with a certain rugged earthiness that seemed to command respect.

I don’t even remember how the conversation had gotten started. Grumbling about the impending summer, I lamented how there was never anything to do — the city was two hours away, which put a serious damper on any shopping I did. Our small town had very little going for it, and I found myself wasting away on the Internet more often than not. I craved something more substantial with my summer, and thought that a change of scenery would be nice.

My uncle mentioned offhandedly that he wanted someone around to help with the chores, cook him some decent meals. Reluctantly filling in for Mom’s cooking one holiday, we got to learn that he had two particular developed styles of culinary expertise:
burnt
or
fried
, always with a side of stewed beans.

Gordon Ramsey, the man was not.

Growing up with my ass firmly on the countertop while Mom whipped up her stovetop magic, I’d picked up a few tricks. I also thought that a summer doing some work might do some good for me — build up some muscle, make me a bit tougher, and give me something to
actually do
. We chatted about it a little, and I ran it past my parents. Somehow, they found the idea of having the house to themselves all summer somewhat appealing, and so I found myself in the back of the Escalade a month later, flying down the Interstate towards the distant ranch.

I had expected early mornings, tough weather, and a lot of time alone with my thoughts. I’d be lying if I said that hadn’t all happened, but I’d be somewhat remiss if I didn’t bring up all the werebear sex…

*              *              *              *

After about four hours cruising down the highways, with my Dad doing his usual
five under the limit
, we finally caught the dusty trail that led to the ranch. Positioned a half-mile from the road on a hundred acres of land, the ranch was a shining example of days long since past — a large country house in tip-top shape, surrounded by flatlands, and prowling with livestock.

“Are you sure you want to spend all summer here?” Mom asked, her frown glancing all around the land. She’d always been more of a city girl, and only put up with our small town because she found it “charming in a way.” This, by her definition, was some sort of 1800s Hell on Earth.

“I’ll be fine, Mom,” I grumbled, rolling my eyes. “You think I can’t handle a couple of months on the range?”

“Oh, we’re just worried that you’ll be bored, honey,” Dad smiled in the rearview mirror at me. Over his sunglasses and his soft brow, he looked like he had never appreciated the ranch the way his older brother did. “After all, it sounds like your next semester at college is going to be a doozy…I’m sure old Jack won’t mind if you turn tail.”

“Kind of late to be having this conversation, isn’t it?” I smirked. “I mean, the place is
right here
.”

“Of course! You’re stubborn. You got that from your grandfather,” he laughed. “If we brought it up any earlier than you actually
seeing
the place again, you would have dug in your heels, and that’d be that.”

The two of them shared a small, knowing grin, and I simmered inside. “So,” Mom continued, “having any last thoughts? Or are you good to go?”

“I’m good to go,” I frowned at them.
Did they seriously think so lowly of me?
Although it was true — I
was
stubborn, and it
was
my grandfather’s genes that probably did it. And they were right about everything, as much as I hated to begrudgingly admit it. I
was
having some second thoughts, gazing upon the ranch with a more permanent eye, and I would have bucked if they’d brought it up before the trip…

But no, I had committed to this, and that was that. There was no reason to disappoint Uncle Jack now, and I was honestly looking pretty forward to the coming months. We’d timed everything so that I had a week at home before and after the trip, so that I could decompress before college started back up again. I was really looking forward to being toned and muscled from doing
actual
work instead of hitting the gym once or twice a week and sunbathing all summer. It made a pronounced difference, and I was fully expecting the boys to be all over me.

“Well, alright then,” Dad glanced at me over his shoulder. “We’ll stick around a few to catch up with your uncle. You know you can call us if you need anything.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but we were already pulling up around front. As the veranda swung back into view, I could see the tall, thin shape of my uncle, standing quietly in front of the door and quietly awaiting us.

*              *              *              *

Dad helped me bring my luggage in, and Mom gave Uncle Jack a loving hug and a peck on the cheek.

“How have you been, darling?” He asked her, a smile curling along his lips beneath that brush of a mustache. “Surely the drive wasn’t too bad.”

“No, it was fine, quiet,” she answered. “I’m great! Never been better.”

“Is that because you’re about to ditch the squirt for the summer?” Uncle Jack asked, casting me a knowing, affectionate smirk.

“Oh, no! Not at all! I just meant that—“

“Oh hush, Olivia. I was only jesting. Inside you go!” He popped open the front door like a gentleman, allowing us in before greeting my father. “And Jonathan!” I heard him laugh, briskly taking Dad’s hand for a strong shake. “I see all that computer work is keeping those nimble fingers nice and soft.”

“And I see the sun hasn’t burnt your skin to dust!”

The men laughed as they followed us in, and Uncle Jack pointed Dad in the direction of the guest room. He huffed over that way, clutching my luggage. I was about to follow when I felt a strong hand clasp onto my shoulder.

“Want somethin’ to drink? Anything nice and cold?” Uncle Jack whispered. “I’ve got some bottles of root beer, cokes, some water, juice…”

“How about we take the ‘root’ out of the ‘beer’?” I asked slyly.

He gave me a slight wink. “Always a time and place, sweetheart. Be on your best until they’ve hit the road.”

“Root beer,” I grumbled half-heartedly.

“A fine choice, miss,” he pulled free as Dad came back. “‘Bout to set her up with something cold. Want anything?”

“You got a beer?” Dad asked, wiping his brow.

“Damned near read my mind. Olivia?”

Mom was fanning herself, looking for the thermostat in the kitchen. “Oh, hell with it, beer for me too. You good to drive with the one, John?”

“You’re going to ask me if I’m okay to drive with
one
beer? Act like you know me.”

They all shared a laugh as Uncle Jack fetched us some cool drinks from the fridge, popping the top off of the bottle for me. I spotted a wisp of smoke rising from the lip as I plugged it to my lips.

After everyone was popping their tops, Uncle Jack leant back against the kitchen counter, with my parents seated at the table. He turned to me with a spry, mischievous look in his eye.

“Now sweetheart, this is the part where we old folks do the whole, boring ‘catching up’ routine. Why don’t you settle yourself in? If you’re done early, there’s a fancy new big-screen in the livin’ room. Break that bad boy in for me.”

Taking the invitation, I left my family to their devices while I flitted up the stairs to the guest room. It was a small, quaint little bedroom, with a twin-sized bed against the wall, a writing desk, a chest of drawers, and a small closet. The wallpaper had been ripped down since my last trip here, and the walls were instead painted with an earthy brownish red. It diminished the room’s size somewhat, but added character.

It didn’t take me longer than half an hour to unpack, hang my week’s worth of jeans and button-ups, set my toiletries in the bathroom, and put a few frames up on the desk. Stripped of things to do, I thought back to the new television Uncle Jack had mentioned. Sliding down the wooden handrail against the wall, my flip-flops connected with a smack against the hardwood floor, and I wandered around the wall to the large, cozy den.

Uncle Jack wasn’t kidding. I hadn’t known him to be much of a TV guy, but this was a NICE flatscreen, easily 65 inches. Perched atop a new, simple entertainment console built from cherrywood, I found the remote and settled down into the leather couch. The cool breeze from the overhead vent told me that Mom had figured out the air conditioning situation, and I heard the soft drone of my parents talking and laughing with my uncle as I flicked on the televisions, channel-surfed for a few minutes, and settled on some old Friends reruns.

There would be plenty of time to adapt to the work, but for now, I’d take the surprise luxury while it was available.

*              *              *              *

My parents popped by to give me departing hugs and kisses before leaving me in my uncle’s care. After we saw them off, he chuckled and scratched the back of his head as we wandered back inside.

“Those two. What a hoot.”

“‘Hoot’ is
one
word.”

He affectionately patted my head, then led me back towards the kitchen. “Alright then, time to discuss what you’ll be doin’ here. Schedule is as follows: up around 5, milkin’ the cows in the barn, cookin’ breakfast, tendin’ to the house, waterin’ the garden, big supper when I mosey on back home, and then that’s that. Laundry on Saturdays.”

“What sort of ‘tendin’’ do you need?” I glanced around the room. Everything that I’d seen so far of this house suggested that it was already kept in extremely fine condition. Besides a little dust here and there, everything was neat, tidy, and had a proper place. Seemed like the upkeep was going to be pretty simple after all.

“Oh, the usual. Washin’ the dishes. Scrubbin’ the floors. Wipin’ the counters. I’ve been keepin’ it up, but I’m a little on the tired side these days, and I just don’t have the time to carry it all on and keep the ranch a-runnin’. Might ask you for a little extra from time to time, but I’ll make it worth your while, trust me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“That’s right. We agreed on a smooth hundred-fifty a week. No rent, no bills, no nothin’. Extra stuff, I’ll tack on a little more. We can talk ‘bout that when it comes up. But worst case scenario, you’re home with fifteen hundred smackers in the bank, nothin’ to it.”

“‘
Smackeroos?
’ Does anybody even
say
that anymore?” I teased.

“Kid, you live out here all lonely-like and work off the hand, you pick up all sorts o’ weird habits.” He dug into the fridge again for another beer. “Now, this being your first Sunday, I’ve taken the liberty of doing the laundry shit myself. Next week, that’s all you. And I’ll have to test out your cookin’ tonight, just to make sure it’s up to snuff before I get started in the mornin’. Besides
that
, tonight you’re free to do whatever. Work starts tomorrow.”

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked politely, picking away in the fridge. It seemed pretty well-stocked, with plenty of the essentials: eggs, condiments, sausages, roast beef, vegetables, milk…and that overlooked the pantry.

“Oh, surprise me,” he chuckled with a wave of his wrist. “I’m takin’ a load off in front of that there TV. Have somethin’ in three hours, would you kindly.”