Under the Alpha's Protection (Steamy Werewolf Shifter Menage Romance) (7 page)

“This might hurt just a little,” he warned me.

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Same difference,” he chuckled.

Grasping his thick cock in the grip of his fist, he rubbed the bulbous crown along my slit until finally diving it into me. He had been right — no matter how wet I was, how ready I had been, the gargantuan beast between his legs still pried my inner walls apart more than I could have expected. I felt a sting as my body struggled to adjust for him, but he continued to make headway, pushing into me, until I could feel his dangling balls against my skin.

Thrusting with all of his primal power, my hands left the shifters still pleasing my nipples as they clenched the earth, reaching for anything. Pulling up grass wherever they went, I settled for digging my fingertips into the soft dirt as Brad’s punishing thrusts overwhelmed my mind and my sanctity. He was determined to have me — all of me — and commanded nothing less than complete and utter domination.

Shaking the other two free, he whipped me onto my hands and feet, his fingers digging into my hips as we fucked. Between thrusts, Brad would sometimes deliver a jaw-droopingly powerful SLAP! across my ass, seemingly eager to tenderize his meat as he played with it.

But he wasn’t the only one who wanted a crack at me. One of the others — Petro, by the looks of it — was asserting himself at my mouth as I was controlled from behind. Pressing his eager cock against my lips, I gladly parted them around the thick erection, already tasting the slight leak of his desire from the tip. He grasped my hair with a fistful from behind, roughly pulling my hair down his hot shifter shaft with furious, primal intensity. In the partial light, I could sense the third shifter, having pulled his cock free from his jeans and stroking himself while watching. The fact that I was being dominated by both and STILL watched only made me wetter, and I was determined to put on a good show.

Soon, Brad settled in the grass on his back, and I carefully lowered onto his cock, settled down with my ankles on either side of his shins. Before I could press my hands onto his chest, Petro was back, pulling my mouth onto his hard, hot cock. While I allowed him to control my mouth, forcing me to bob up and down on his shaft, I rolled my hips
hard
against Brad and felt him clench into mine with his crippling need. Servicing both at the same time felt incredible, and I knew that while I was on his lap, I had the control.

I felt a sensation near my innermost hole, and felt a slick, wetness finger reaching for my hidden star. It was the final shifter, reaching down to play with my asshole, and Brad held me still while the calloused finger wormed its way inside to the knuckle. I’d never allowed any of the boys I’d slept with anywhere near that hole, although I’d been begged and pleaded with for anal plenty of times before. But somehow, it felt completely right with these shifters. When a second finger slipped in beside the first, and they rigged a little deeper, I still didn’t mind. In fact, several minutes later when they left, I felt unfulfilled suddenly, even with a cock in my throat and my hips thrusting down upon another. But when I felt the head of the third shifter cock pushing into my ass, slick and ready for me, I understood perfectly.

Caiden carefully, gently maneuvered himself inside while Brad held my hips still once more. He made headway in inches, retreating if he needed to, but otherwise always pushing forwards. Soon, he was over halfway deep into my ass, and the collective rhythm began anew.

Petro was rougher with my mouth now, sheathing his cock deeper into my throat. Brad below me took back the reins, powering his punishing rod into my pummeled pussy. With Caiden fucking my ass into complete submission, his hands grasping firmly onto my bouncing breasts and teasing my nipples, I knew that it wasn’t going to be long before I was finally struck with my impending climax.

It was simply a question of who would be getting off first.

Turns out, the answer was Petro. With my tongue sliding along the pronounced vein of his shifter cock, teasing the sensitive glans, he couldn’t withstand destroying my throat for long. Grasping even more of my hair into his fist, he pulled my lips all the way down to hilt the entirety of his cock. Groaning out his orgasm, he shot his hot load across the back of my throat, slowly withdrawing after the deed was done. As his cock slithered back across my tongue, I licked it clean, salvaging any taste of his cum before swallowing it all.

While he retreated away, I continued to thunderously fuck Brad and Caiden. Pinned between them, I felt their cocks fighting it out, separated only by the thin layer of my vaginal wall. They had formed a rhythm together, with one pulling out while the other pushed in. This had the effect of ensuring that I was fulfilled for every last second of our ravenous sex…although Caiden wasn’t going to last too much longer either.

The telltale signs were all there — his thrusting became more frantic, his movements erratic, and his breathing more labored. His hands drifted from squeezing my breasts to clenching into my skin, as he grasped my shoulder in one and my hips in the other. Pushing me over slightly, he pistons his thick erection faster and deeper into me until he finally couldn’t take it anymore. Giving it one, two last thrusts, his head buried as deep into my bowels as it could go, and he unleashed the contents of his thick balls into my back chasm.

Disentangling himself, he left me with Brad, who decided that enough was enough. Pulling me up with him, he hoisted me onto his waist, his strong hands supporting my thick buttocks as he lowered me down onto his cock again. My hands wrapped around his shoulders as my ankles dangled on either side of his hips. He was completely in control now — just how he liked it — and my hips came crashing down against his, time and time again. With his boundless, impossible stamina, he thunderously assaulted my pussy with his raging cock until I was a quivering, moaning mess against his body…

…And then the climax finally came. It was lightning-fast, powered by the arching of my back and the energy that surged across my body. Before I knew it, I was locking onto him tighter, a guttural noise bursting into the night — was that
me?
— as I felt my mind empty itself completely. A crippling wave of pleasure flooded in, matching the physical burst of ecstasy with an electric whiplash of unbearable orgasm. In fact, I felt
several
burst within me, easily half a dozen, one right after the other. I was only barely aware that I could feel Brad tighten against me, finally dropping my hips onto his cock and holding himself buried within me with one last hurrah. As my multiple waves of pleasure began to calm down, I felt his hot shifter seed burst up into my drenched pussy, finally fulfilling me to completion.

“Holy shit,” I murmured as he set me down against the ground. “That was fucking incredible…”

“How long did you say you will be in these parts?” Brad asked, stroking my hair aside as I struggled to stand up straight. “We would love to see you again sometime…”

He turned to the others, and I noticed them nodding with restrained enthusiasm out of the corner of my eye.

“Oh, I’m going to be here all summer,” I grinned, digging up my clothes from the dirt. Luckily, my uncle was already asleep…I had no idea how I was going to explain all of
this
to him, if he saw me creeping back inside, dripping with crumbled dirt. “Good thing that Uncle Jack isn’t awake,” I spoke aloud. “He’d probably pitch an absolute fit if he knew I was fuckin’ the help.”

“Oh, I think your uncle knows,” Brad answered with a smile, pushing aside a thick bush ahead. Scooping up my last few things, and grasping my boots between my fingers, I peered out from behind him to the house. There was a second-floor light on, and if I was judging correctly, it was the one to his bedroom…

“Aw, fuck,” I murmured to myself.

*              *              *              *

Sheepishly, I closed the front door as quietly as I could. Sneaking into the house was pretty much an exercise in futility, as I knew he was awake and probably well aware of what I had been doing.

“Late night for a walk,” I heard from the living room.

DAMMIT
.

“Yeah, you could say that,” I answered, kicking off my boots and sauntering towards the flickering light from around the corner. Popping my head in, he was watching his big screen television again. This time, it was a monster truck show of some sort. Looked like a rerun.

“Listen, Uncle Jack, I just—“

“No need.” He turned away from the television, but I couldn’t see his exact expression in the light. “Go on then, have a seat, darlin’. Grab a beer. Hell, grab me one, too. I’m runnin’ low on mine.” He lifted his can, sloshing it quietly.

Confused, I did as I was told, and tossed him a refill. He swigged down the remainder and set it aside on the end table, before popping the lid on the fresh one. “Go on, then,” he murmured, and I popped the top on my own.

“Uncle Jack—“

“What you do is none of my business, darlin’. Just don’t get me in any trouble with your folks, okay? I know the ranch-hands are attractive, and they won’t hurt ya. Their kind have been friends of our kind for some time. Goes back a few generations.”

“I…wait,
their
kind?” I asked, flummoxed. “You mean you
knew
?”

“Know what? That the hands on my ranch are werebear shifters? ‘Course I know! What the hell kind of ranch owner would I be if I didn’t know the help!” He gave a riotous laugh before sucking down another swig of beer. “Hell, your grandfather even got one of their women knocked up, long time ago. Not sure your daddy knows he’s the youngest of three.”

“I…wow.” I dropped into the comfort of the leather sofa. “They never said anything about you knowing. Seemed to indicate the alternative, actually.”

“That was Brad doin’ that, right?” He chuckled. “Brad’s sorta like that. Like to fuck around with people. But no, your great grandfather was tight with the shifters. Runs in the family. Only, your father didn’t stick around the ranch long enough to figure it out. Probably wouldn’t have handled it well, in hindsight…”

I nodded thoughtfully. “No, he doesn’t seem the type…”

“And yet, here we are,” Uncle Jack smiled. “The shifters have always taken a like to us. You see, your great-grandpa saved one of them. The alpha male. Leader of the whole pack. And I’ve had the luxury of helping a few of them out in a bind myself. So they’re real honorable-like, those folks. Most of ‘em, they’ve moved on for different parts, but those three come by to help out sometimes. Didn’t really occur to me that they’d be sniffin’ around you, but they have a blood oath sort of thing…it’s complicated. All you need to know is that you’re safe near them, and they’ll make you happy.”

“How long are they going to be around?”

He scratched his chin. “Long as you are, I imagine now…and probably every time you come back. You’ve done fine work so far, and you’re free to visit whenever you’d like. Keep me in the loop, and I’ll get in contact with ‘em…Hell, I don’t have any kids, maybe one day this ranch’ll be yours. You like that idea? Ownin’ yourself a shifter ranch?”

A goofy smile crossed my face as I took a deep gulp of the beer. I
DID
like the idea. I liked it a
LOT
…

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E
ver since we had moved to this boring little mountain city, the only thing of any real fun had been the Snowpine Resort. It was our private little Disneyland – tucked away up in the mountains, it was the badge of honor to any worthwhile winter to have spent at least a weekend up there. Most of the kids in my classes learned how to ski or snowboard at an early age, hitting the carefully-groomed trails and coming back occasionally with a broken bone but always with a good story. The richer kids practically lived up there during the seasons, coming back down for classes and spending their Fridays blowing through the classes and planning their festivities.

If I sound a little bitter, it's because I had to watch that crap my entire adolescence. Not once did I ever get to go up there...not until a particularly life-changing weekend during my single year of college.

*              *              *              *

After blazing through our finals, my best friend Jenn and I saved up enough money to finally scrap together a weekend. As we drove up to the resort, we commiserated over the endless late nights of waiting tables at the borderline
awful
steakhouse in town. All those side salads whipped together in the kitchen, those soul-wrenching Kids Eat Free Tuesday nights, and enough indecent tippers to practically bankrupt us outside of paying our bills and incrementally adding to the collective “Ski Resort or Bust” pot…

As we stood in line that Friday afternoon, finally ready to hand over our hard-earned cash, we knew the weekend was going to be fucking amazing. Jenn had already been once, when she first moved to town for college. I wasn't much of a drinker, which was pretty much all that there was to do here. Jenn didn't mind so much, and dragged me along to the occasional club during the summers, while I'd drink a virgin coke while she slammed down mixed drinks and danced with the guys.

This year's fashion? Lumberjacks, apparently.

I didn't get the aesthetic at first, but I had to admit that there was something primal in it that appealed to me. Those rugged jaws and thick beards did something fierce to me, or at least they did when I was home alone with my hand down the front of my pajama pants. In all honesty, the actual
guys
never really turned me on. They always seemed to act their age, which was apparently twelve. Catcalling and whooping after the women, they didn't have a single bone of respect or appreciation for a real woman between them.

And I, of course, was
all
“real woman.” With curves that wouldn't quit and a nice, thick body, I was eager to give my pillowy body to the first true gentleman who wooed me.

But I found out the hard way that I was surrounded by a bunch of mountain hicks. They were all idiots, the lot of them. It took me a while to understand that they were just animals, really, but a bunch of stupid ones at that. The primal needs that I felt were relegated to my alone time, and I set aside any hope that a
real
man would ever whisk me off of my feet.

I said before that we knew the weekend was going to be fucking amazing. And it was...but for reasons I would never have guessed. And at first...it was looking pretty freaking abysmal.

*              *              *              *

I glared out the windows into the dead of the night, cursing my luck. The weather was supposed to have been
fine
for this weekend, but the freak snowstorm had inexplicably come out of nowhere. Jenn and I had barely made it back from the trails in time.

“C'mon, Jess,” she told me. I hadn't heard her approach, and I whipped my head around to scowl at her. “You've been over here for, like, twenty minutes. Glaring at it isn't going to make it go away, you know.”

“I'm willing to try.” My sarcasm bitterly dripped from my voice as I crossed my arms, facing it again.
Just my rotten, fucking luck
. “I mean, the forecast said everything was
fine
! Where the
hell
did all of this come from?”

“I don't know,” she conceded. “We're lucky we got in when we did. I think we're pretty much the only ones here...besides our heroes, of course.”

“Did somebody call for me?” The burly man asked, suddenly appearing behind us. As he glanced upon us, there was a twinkle of a mischievous smile beneath his thick beard.

“Oh, nothing at all Ben, you've already done enough for us!” Jenn gushed, giggling nervously. “I mean, you already pulled us from the storm with your big, strong arms...”

I stifled a groan, but Ben briefly shared a knowing smile. Jenn liked to think that she was an expert player in the “hard to get” game, but that was only in some weird parallel world where “hard to get” meant “let's fuck on the first date.” For all of her attempts at being coy, in actuality she was about as hard to read as a freaking billboard.

Ben took the high road. “It was nothing,” he responded humbly. “And it wasn't just me, my brothers were with me out there...five of us...looking for anyone caught out in the storm.”

“Yeah, what
happened
out there?” I suddenly asked, glancing out the window again. “I mean, we checked the Weather Channel like our lives depended on it for the last week...it was supposed to be sunny skies all around.”

Ben stood closer to the window, following my gaze. Losing himself in thought, his fingers found their way into his beard, scratching softly against his hair. “I'm going to be completely honest, I have no idea,” he finally answered. “Up in the mountains, we sort of expect this weather sometimes...but there wasn't a cloud in the sky a couple of hours ago. Wonder if it has anything to do with the legend...”

“Legend?” Jenn and I asked in unison.

“Oh, it's silly,” Ben told us, shaking his head with a grin. “Just some old story.”

My gaze flew over the otherwise abandoned lobby. His brothers were upstairs, and we were the only other guests around. A cursory look out the window showed that the storm wasn't letting up anytime soon.

“I...think we have the time,” I slyly told him.

“Yeah,” Jenn answered quietly, a tinge of dejection in her voice. “This whole trip just became a big bust. Let's at least get a little fun out of it.”

“Well, alright then,” Ben conceded. “So, as recent as a century ago, these mountains were the lands of a very spiritual Native tribe. The word goes that they've been in these peaks for a thousand years.
Very
tied to the land. Nobody even knew they were here until this region was settled and scarce on unclaimed land.”

We both nodded as he continued.

“So, I don't know if it was the high altitudes fiddling with their brains, or all the herbal concoctions they were undoubtedly taking, but they got it into their heads that there was a man up in these mountains who could become a bear. This man apparently offered them protection in exchange for women, who he promptly returned...pregnant, every time. The women who pledged themselves to him would conceive normal boys, but around the age of puberty they would gain the power to become bears as well...and so it goes on.”

“But what does this have to do with the storm?” I asked.

“Right, the storm.” He glanced out the window at the harrowing snow for a moment, with a brief flicker of tenderness across his face. “The storm was a punishment. This bear-man was what translates roughly into a “shifter”. This shifter, the legend says, was very powerful. He was the god of the forest, and it bent to him – even the weather. When he came for women and the tribe didn't pay tribute, he would inflict a savage snowstorm on the peaks. It would come completely out of nowhere and thrash itself wildly across the land, a lot like this.” He indicated outside, and our gazes were pulled to the swirling madness just feet from us. “Not only did it trap them where they were, but something about the storm inspired a mating frenzy in the shifters among them. They would find their primal instincts overwhelming them, and the women...well, whether it was some sort of weird bear pheromone or not, they would willingly give into their needs. The bears would mate, and the storm would pass.”

“That's such crap,” I told him. Jenn turned to look at me while Ben tilted his bushy head. “Shifters? Native tribes? I'm guessing this resort is built right where their settlement was?”

“Not this resort, no,” he smiled. “More like
this particular building
.”

*              *              *              *

One of Ben's brothers wandered into the room with a tray of hot chocolate and some sandwiches. We gratefully sipped at our drinks and chewed on the food while Ben wandered towards the counter for something.

“Did he tell you that damned Native story again? I swear, he should just write some damned books and get that out of his head,” his brother told us. He was just as burly as Ben, although a little shorter, with a thicker beard and a tuft of chest hair bursting from below his V-cut shirt.

“Aren't you cold in that?” Jenn asked him.

He glanced down at the shirt quizzically, then smiled warmly. “Nah, it's plenty warm in here. I've got all the insulation I need right here!” He heartily slapped his chest and let out a roar of laughter.

Jenn and I couldn't help but smile at each other.

“Alex, hush it!” Ben laughed as he came back over. “I don’t need you butting in about my shifter legends.”

But I noticed the way they were looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes…as if there was another layer to their banter that we weren’t getting. It was the look that people shared during an inside joke.
Wonder what’s going on?

I was ripped from my thoughts as they wandered away, lost in conversation, leaving me with Jenn. We curled up in front of a television and put some cable.
If we’re trapped up here, we might as well do SOMETHING
, I thought to myself. And the boob tube sort of qualified.

The time started to fly by as we watched re-runs of old sitcoms, finishing our hot chocolates and trying to salvage the trip. At least the view was a little different.

*              *              *              *

“I think I'm going to turn in for the night,” Jenn told me sheepishly after a couple of hours.

“Oh, come on! Isn't this just so
exciting
, though?” I asked sarcastically. My attention still wandered back to the storm – I knew it would be morning at the earliest before it broke, but I was still dedicated to dissolving it with the power of my icy stare.

“Jess, it's...it's already 11:30,” she mentioned to me, following my gaze. “I don't think there's anything that can be done about
that
mess tonight. Maybe we should just turn in early?”

“I would, probably, but I'm just not too tired,” I told her. Strangely, it was true. Normally, I'd be all tuckered out right about now, given the type of day we'd had. For some reason I was as awake as ever, and the idea of SLEEP? There was nothing really to do here this late, but I couldn't help but feel like I should stay up.