Between a Bear and a Hard Place (Alpha Werebear Romance) (30 page)

“My turn,” she said, biting her lip and standing up on quaking knees. “Come on.”

With a glance between themselves, Fury and Stone both got to their feet and followed their mate back to the bedroom.

“We don’t need this thing,” she said, ripping the sheets and blankets off the carefully made, king-sized mattress. Of all the stuff she owned back home, this and her comically oversized television were the only things she insisted on keeping when they relocated to the new Broken Pine territory of Santa Barbara. There wasn’t any reason to keep her half-broken, college-kid-on-a-budget wafer board furniture, and she had serious doubts about being re-employed by GlasCorp at any point in the future, so there wasn’t much reason to bring her work-issued laptop.

Truth be told, she had her doubts about the bed, too. It didn’t seem to be of much use when she was now the mate of two enormous, beautiful bears who slept in a furry heap in the corner of whatever room they happened to collapse in. She’d brought it anyway, but as soon as she felt the two of them with her in the middle?
Fuck all that
, she thought.
This bed can get out of here. Just need some blankets, and being realistic maybe an egg crate for my back, but it’s all furry sleeping piles for this girl from here on out
.

Ripping the sheets off and throwing them in the floor was something of a long-coming catharsis. Flipping the bedframe and the mattress up on one side was a matter of necessity. If what had already happened that night was any indication, there wasn’t enough room for the three of them and a bed. Plus, it just seemed really unnecessary.

“She’s certainly vigorous,” Stone said with a barely contained smile. “You think she likes this?”

“Shut up!” Claire shouted. “Get over here and make me a horrible neighbor.”

“She means the lovemaking,” Fury said, teasing Stone who just gave him a nasty side-eyed glare.

“I need this,” Claire said, grabbing both of the bears by their erections, sliding her hands along them, and then leading them to the middle of the room, and the center of the giant pile of furry blankets, and extremely high thread-count sheets. “I need this more than I can possibly explain, more than I could ever imagine. I don’t know what’s happened to me, but if this is the new Claire, then I like it.”

Before either of them could respond, she had gone to her knees and coaxed Fury’s cock tip into her mouth. She slid her tongue along the ridge underneath his tip for a little tease, and then sucked him wholly into her mouth. At first she went easy and gentle, but when she tested him with a little nibble, he groaned out loud.

“You like that?” she pulled him out of her mouth and looked up.

He nodded, but instead of pleasing him again immediately, she gave Stone attention. Her full lips slid down his shaft. Once his head was in her mouth, she tickled the underside with her tongue, but unlike Fury, Stone grabbed her hair, forcing her to swallow more of him.

Surprised, but not in any way upset, Claire squeezed both of them with her hand, pumping and twisting from the base of their cocks as she dragged her teeth along Stone’s shaft. She coughed and pulled away for a moment, which made him look at her with tender concern. Claire’s answer was to smile and pull him back between her lips, lashing her tongue around his ridge and tasting the salt of him as deeply as she could.

Fury’s fingers, tangled in her hair, pulled her toward him. She reached around behind his muscled legs and slid her hands up his ass, squeezing those hard chunks of muscle in massaging pulses as she sucked him deeper. She pulled back, flicking her tongue back and forth across his tip to get her breath for a moment.

Warmed through to her core, Claire moved one of her hands between her own legs, shoving three fingers in straight away as she tugged at Fury. She took him in her mouth again, thrilling at the taste of his excitement running back over her tongue and down her throat, but all she could think was how badly she wanted them.

Not one of them, and then maybe the other one later.

Not in turns.

“I want you both,” she pulled her face from Fury’s rigid cock, kissing his tip as he left her. “I can’t... I can’t wait. I need both of you at once.”

With a grin, Fury lifted Claire to her feet, and slid two fingers into her again. She whimpered, she cried out his name, and was almost begging for more – for the rest of him. He kissed her forehead, as Stone kissed the nape of her neck. Fury kissed between her breasts as the other bear caressed Claire’s shoulder blades with a circle of his tongue and a press of his lips.

Fury came from the front, running his chin tantalizingly along the opening of Claire’s body, inhaling her scent, before teasing her clit with his tongue and then pressing his tongue between her folds. Stone came from the back, kissing along her waist, and then the crease between her ass and her thigh before forcing her legs apart and craning his neck to swirl his tongue into her opening.

Her knees splayed out, Claire was barely able to keep herself on her feet – and then, only because the bears were holding her hands. They lapped at her, they suck, they bit, they fought for her softest, wettest place, and then when she thought she was cascading down, into another climax, Stone laid down in the pile of blankets and eased her down onto his belly.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “We can go slower if you want.”

Claire bit her lip and shook her head. As if to try and convince him further, she reached back, grabbed the hilt of his thick cock and led the tip into herself with a whimper. She felt herself stretch around him, every tug and pull of her inner muscles making her soul wrench with gripping pleasure.

He slid deeper, her body accepting every inch of him, until she felt the heat of his stomach against hers.

At first she shuddered, held her eyes closed out of fear that if she opened them she’d look scared. The last thing she wanted was to show any fear or anything at all except strength. But when she felt the kiss on the back of her neck and then another on her chest, Claire stopped worrying quite so much.

“We’ll go as slowly as you need us to,” Fury said, brushing the hair back out of Claire’s eyes. “Or we can stop, or—”

“You do that and I’ll kill you,” she said with a grin and a smirk. She slid the rest of the way down Stone, inhaling deeply and letting out just a little squeal as he hit the deepest parts of her sex. When her mouth fell open, he caught her with a kiss and cupped her breasts in his hands.

A second pair of hands first ran through her hair, and then slid slowly down Claire’s back, tickling as they went, teasing her skin to life. She took a breath, held it in until her chest grew tight and then exhaled as one of Fury’s fingers entered her pucker, moving in the same slow circles, relaxing her, opening her for him.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “We can wait.”

“I’m done waiting,” Claire said. “I want you to do whatever you want. Hell,
I
want this, no matter what it is you want. Bite me, scratch me, make me yours.”

“I’m sure there’s some ritual we’re supposed to go through,” Fury said.

“Some intricate series of gestures,” Stone added. “But with all these new beginnings, why not make our own?”

Fury’s fingertips slid against Claire’s soaked sex. She heard a sliding of skin against skin, and when he pushed his tip against her ring, she knew what he’d been doing. Wet with her own juice, Fury was able to squeeze the tip of his cock sweetly into her. She felt his heart throbbing inside her, and as slowly as he tried to go, Claire wanted more.

“More,” she whispered. “More, slow but... yes, oh my God yes,” she hissed.

Underneath her, Stone was still. He caressed her sides and her back, kissing her nipple when one of them went close enough to his mouth for a suck.

The fire in Claire’s belly burned so hot she thought she was seconds from a supernova bursting out of her chest.

“Get all in me,” she whispered, in between desperate moans. Her breath was hot and hitching in her chest, anticipation giving way to ecstasy. “That’s it, oh yes...”

Fury’s softest skin finally rested fully on Claire’s sex. The heavy heat of him radiated through her, punctuating each timed stroke with a tremor. Stone thrust into her as Fury pulled back, one after the other – slowly, deeply.

Those few moments that seemed to stretch into infinity were the closest Claire had ever felt to pure release, to letting go of all her worries, all her cares. In that moment, there wasn’t time for any of that. All she could do was to be...
alive
.

“Both,” she said, falling forward on her palms to brace herself. “At the same time, push into me, push deep!”

Fury, she felt, was starting to tremble inside her. A half-second later, the same swelling tension was coming from both of her bears. The hair on the sides of Claire’s neck was standing up at attention, and she thought, getting a little longer.

“Again,” she whispered.

There was a moment’s relaxation before that sweet eruption entered her once more.

“Again! I can’t take much more, I’m going to... I can feel it...”

Fury was straining to keep his climax away, she could hear his teeth grinding and feel the tightness of his grip on her sides. Stone’s eyes were closed tight, and his squeezes on her nipples more intense and furious.

“How... close?” Stone asked through gritted teeth.

“Can’t stop myself,” Fury groaned. “I can’t... yes!”

As the tightness running from Claire’s scalp to her knees pulled to an exclamation point, both of her bears – both of her mates – thrust into her at once. She felt them both pulse, and then in one moment of pure bliss, all three bodies trembled.

She screamed Fury’s name, then she cried for Stone. Both of them held her tight, both emptying every ounce of themselves inside her in a slick, sticky heat that overfilled her and spilled back out onto them. White spots of light flared in Claire’s vision as every nerve in her body fired at once. Every synapse, every neuron, exploded with such brilliance that she swore for just a second, she’d seen the end of the universe.

When it was all over, Claire collapsed down onto Stone, and Fury onto her. They stayed locked together, them inside her, until the men fell out on their own. Fury rolled off and pulled Claire with him, so that she nestled between both of them.

Either man turned and kissed her, on either cheek.

“So this is life, huh?” she asked with her face pointing at the ceiling. The gentle
thop-thop
of the ceiling fan cooling the sheen of sweat that covered her.

“We have to help the others,” Stone said. “But there’s time for that.”

“Right now we have to figure out life,” Fury said. “But to answer your question,” he kissed Claire again, softly. “I think this
is
life. If you’ll have it, that is.”

She sensed his grin from the upturn in his voice. Sliding an arm underneath each of her bears, Claire urged them closer until the three of them were in one big, half-furry pile. “Yeah,” she said, kissing Stone and then Fury and closing her eyes with a smile across her face. “Yeah, I think I can live with this.”

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