Mallory's Bears (7 page)

Wrap them around me, he silently urged.

The fact that she did sent his bear roaring its glee. The animal clawed at him, tearing him from the insides out, but he’d never give into it. At least not all the way. Keeping all the shift back was an impossible feat. The tips of his fangs burst through his gums to lengthen his teeth. And yet, somehow, he managed not to sink his fangs into her neck and claim her.

Claiming her would come later.

“Rick.”

He heard the pain of burning desire in his brother’s voice, but he didn’t care. To stop, to let his brother have his share of her, wasn’t going to happen. He was too insane with his lust for her. Like the connection that had brought them together, his need couldn’t be broken.

He yanked on her T-shirt, pulling the material away from her body so he could slip his hand under and feel the softness of her belly. Her bra gave way and he found her breast. Pain from the pressure of his cock against his jeans seared into him, but he didn’t care. That pain was nothing to the agony he’d experience if he didn’t have her.

“Damn it, Rick. Share.”

He growled at Gunner’s intrusion, then almost let his beast go free to attack when Gunner put his hand on his shoulder. He lifted his head, met his brother’s amber-flecked gaze, and groaned. Keeping her next to him, he turned around and put his back to the wall.

She gasped, her body jolting when she felt Gunner’s hand grip her shirt and tear it away. The sound of the material ripping sliced into the air along with the first sign of her refusal.

“No.”

He met Gunner’s eyes and saw the same answer he’d give her. They weren’t going to let her go. Not unless she demanded it more forcefully.

He lifted his head, ready to see the fear in her eyes and the unspoken demand to put her down. Instead, his heart skipped a beat as he saw blatant lust written all over her face. She wanted them as much as they wanted her.

In the next moment, he’d torn her jeans, ripping the front of them away from her, then shoving them down over her bare feet to fall to the wooden floor. His brother snagged her panties before he could, getting rid of that barrier to her treasure.

Her mouth was parted, her breaths coming hard and fast. And still she didn’t make them stop.

His fingers plunged into her pussy, saw her quick inhale, then a sharp release of breath as she accepted his invasion. His bear’s growl slid out of him, but she didn’t flinch. Her legs tightened around him, using her knees to strengthen her hold. She supported her weight against his as he jerked his jeans open, then shoved them to his ankles. His cock thrust out, ready for action, and pushed against her smooth mons.

Damn. She’s so wet and hot.

She’ll be tight, too.

He shoved his hand against her, ramming it against her slit as his fingers slid deeper into her pussy. Working them back and forth, around and around, he watched her face, using the small changes of her expression to find her sweet spot.

She tensed when he found it, then closed her eyes. Yet before she could climax, he withdrew his fingers, grabbed her legs, and pounded his cock inside her, his shaft hunting for the tender patch his fingers had found.

I was right. She’s fucking tight.

As tight as she was, he felt her clench her pussy walls, pressing against his aching cock even tighter. His balls drew up, and faster than he’d have wanted, yet unable to control it, his orgasm thundered through him.

“Damn it!”

She clutched the hair at his neck, then lay back so fast that he almost didn’t catch her. She shoved her thighs against his. The shudders rolled out of him as he dug his fingers into her shoulders and kept her to him. Her hair flowed over her back as she put her face toward the roof of the porch and cried out her torturous delight.

Like the intended mates they were, they climaxed together, mixing their juices. He slammed into her again, determined to hit the back of her at the zenith of his release. The thin line between pain and pleasure bore into him, pushing him to let her go while clinging to her all the harder. She cried out again, and as she did, Gunner covered her mouth.

“Easy, baby. We wouldn’t want to wake up Kid.”

Rick clung to the remnants of his orgasm, his mind spinning as anger hit him. When had he ever come so fast? He’d wanted his first time with his mate to last, but he’d had little control. The intensity of their coming together had set off a sexual bomb that neither of them could have defused.

“Mine.”

Rick wanted to protest, but the energy to do so was gone as Gunner, his jeans and boots kicked to the side, tugged her away from him. Gunner carried her to the railing and set her down. Roughly, he pushed her legs apart and thrust his cock inside her. Rick, still struggling to regain his breath, pulled his jeans up, then fell into a chair.

* * * *

Mallory was lost in a sea of sex. When Rick had first grabbed her, she’d been frightened, even terrified. But then the sizzle that had taken over her body and mind since arriving at the ranch had suddenly spiraled toward the heavens. Instinct, nothing like she’d ever experienced, snared her, driving away all the protests her mind shouted. She went from zero to sixty in the space of only a few seconds, her body becoming an instrument meant solely to give and receive pleasure.

She’d wanted Rick as much as she’d ever wanted anything. When his fingers pierced her, she’d rocketed upward, leaving nothing left but the feel of him inside her. Heat radiated from his body to hers, back again, then centered in her pussy. Without a shred of doubt, she knew she’d waited for him, for them to have her. Nothing, and yet, everything made sense.

Her heart still pounded in her ears, her pulse racing at light speed even after her megaclimax with Rick. Then when Gunner had stolen her away, the electric energy coursing between Rick and her had shifted, surging toward Gunner.

She didn’t hesitate to open her legs when he put her on the railing. Her fingernails dug into his arms, even to the point of breaking his skin and bringing forth spots of red.

Like Rick, Gunner was a master at wielding his weapon of desire. He plunged into her, each time going harder and farther. He was huge, too, spreading her pussy walls until pleasure threatened to change into pain. His mouth found her nipple, his tongue lavishing it only to take it between his teeth and tug on it.

The wood underneath her buttocks rubbed against her skin as Gunner’s arms enveloped her and kept her pulled against him. She locked her ankles behind him and held on, certain that if she didn’t, she’d fall backward into the garden.

Her fantasy was coming true. Kid had urged her to let it happen, and yet she’d tried her best to resist. Once Rick had trapped her in his arms, her resistance had dissolved, flooded by the sensations that muddled her thoughts.

She whimpered, daring to turn Gunner loose to ease her hand between their bodies. His abdomen, hard as any stone wall, struck her hand as she moved her fingers to spread her folds. She rubbed her clit, positioning her hand to feel his cock work back and forth. The slickness between her legs made it harder to pinch her clit, but she didn’t have to touch it hard. Her clit, like the rest of her body, was on fire.

She rubbed, adding another level to the feeling of his cock driving into her pussy. Her clit set up a pounding beat, aching so much that it put her on the edge of pain. She leaned back, angling her body to give him easier access to her G-spot. She had no doubt that he’d find it just as his brother had done.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Gunner’s eyes had changed, going from a soft seductive brown to a lighter shade that sparkled with tiny dots of amber. His hand covered hers, helping to glide her fingers over her clit. Her juices covered both their hands.

“Next time I’m going to taste you first.”

A thrill powered through her at the vision of his head between her legs.

“Look at me, Mallory.”

She lifted her gaze to his and her breath hitched in her throat. The look he gave her stunned her. How could anyone, especially a man she’d just met, look at her with such hunger, such need, such… Was it love? It was impossible, and yet, she would’ve sworn that’s what she saw. She glanced at Rick who leaned forward in the chair, his lust-clouded eyes fixed on her face, and saw the same remarkable glint there.

Gunner took hold of her legs, lifting her bottom higher while pushing her upper torso back. She let out a yelp as she felt her body sliding off the rail, but she needn’t have worried. His strong arms, muscles rippling with the effort, secured her to him.

With a groan, he pierced her pussy again, harder and stronger than before. His fingers moved hers out of the way, then captured her clit between them.

Delirium, filled with the sinful delight of his cock inside her pussy, sent her flying over the edge of another climax. She was beyond thought, beyond caring if what they were doing was right or wrong. The only thing she cared about was feeling his cock inside her and her body next to his. Time to think about what she’d done would come soon enough. Her body shuddered, sending out blast after blast of her cream. She’d given herself to them, all of her being, and expected nothing in return except to see the elation on their faces and feel their cum sliding between her legs.

His thrusts were hard, primal, almost brutal, and yet each time his cock entered her, the sensation of it pushing toward the end of her brought unmeasurable joy. He could do whatever he wanted with her and she wouldn’t complain. Hell, she’d rejoice.

Her body worked on its own now. She was unable to tell it what do to, how to move. Uncontrollable trembles racked her as she held onto him, letting his shudders struggle against hers. She clawed at his back, needing to get the pressure of her release out in every way she could. Bright flashes of light set up fireworks behind her eyelids as she gave in, her body erupting in an orgasmic explosion.

Her body shook, blocking out everything else.

“Easy, baby. Just let yourself go. Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got you.”

She clung to him as the night air whispered against her body. Shudders still shook her like aftershocks. She’d never experienced anything like it. Not one, much less two.

And still, the hum inside her was still there, inching higher and higher. Whether it would last, she didn’t know. But if that was what had drawn them together so quickly, she’d welcome it to stay.

Gunner eased her onto her feet, holding her until she was steady. She leaned against him and put her face against his strong chest.

“That was great, baby. Better than I imagined and I imagined a lot.”

Rick was next to her, his hands running over her body, soothing her while sending the need for them rising. “That was amazing.
You
were amazing.”

She struggled to find the right thing to say. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay. We were swept up in it, too.”

Embarrassment swamped her. “I never do this kind of thing. Never.” What would they think of her? Even though she wasn’t staying long, how they viewed her suddenly mattered more than she could say.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s only natural. We’re drawn to you and you’re drawn to us.” Rick brushed her hair back and pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck.

“I can’t believe this.” She wanted to stay, wanted to feel their hands all over her again. Failing that, just listening to their voices would’ve been enough. Yet how could she? She’d already made one mistake. No. She had to get away from them. Only then would she be able to think straight.

“Stay.” Gunner took off his shirt, leaving himself totally naked, and put it around her, tenderly, lovingly.

“No. I’ve got to get back to my room. It’s okay. I’m okay. Just let me go.” She didn’t bother to gather the shreds of her clothing. Instead, she darted inside the house and raced up the stairs to her bedroom.

By the time she reached her room, she was in tears. Nothing made sense. Tomorrow she’d be gone and the brief time they’d had together would only be a memory. One she would treasure.

But wasn’t that the problem? Leaving them behind on the porch had been hard enough. How could she leave them behind forever?

Wracked with sobs, she threw herself onto her bed.

* * * *

Rick snagged Gunner’s arm, keeping him from running after Mallory. “Leave her alone.”

“But she’s crying. That’s not how sex with us should end, man.”

Rick’s gut twisted. How had things gone from so great to so fucked up so fast? “I know, but it’s not going to do any good to talk to her now. Give her the night. Once she calms down, the connection will bring her around again. Until then, she needs the space. Otherwise, we’re going to overwhelm her and that might send her packing.”

Gunner yanked on his jeans and Rick started doing the same. Like his brother, he wanted to comfort her, but if he did, he was afraid he’d want her again. She didn’t need another romp of sex right then. That would only make her more confused.

“We need to tell her. Now that we’ve had her, we can do that, right?”

He considered it and wanted to tell her, but the time wasn’t right. And the thought of telling her? That put a churning in his gut that was born of fear. If they told her so soon, would she run?

“Not yet. We still have the problem of the stock getting killed to deal with. Plus, if having sex this fast threw her for a loop, can you imagine what it’d do to her if we told her what we are? Naw, one thing at a time. Let her get used to feeling the connection, then we can tell her the rest.”

“What if she leaves before then?”

“She won’t. We won’t let her.”

Gunner groaned, then flopped onto a chair. “It’s the real deal.
She’s
the real deal. You know that, right?”

“Yeah. I do. And after this, there’s no doubt that she feels the connection.”

“Then why do you razz her so much?”

Rick smiled and wondered if he could explain something he couldn’t get a grip on. “I don’t know. Remember the Cursons?”