The Bears Shared Bride: A Paranormal Menage Romance (3 page)

Flushed with pride and desire, she looked back at her husbands and eyed each in turn. Her gaze must have held the twinge of passion she felt coursing through her body, because their own eyes darkened in turn. Lavinia swallowed hard as she approached the men again.

“I believe I want champagne after that,” she said with a smile.

“I believe I you deserve a whole bottle after that.” Parker said motioning to a servant.

“Well done, my queen. You’ve made a dancer out of even me,” Thearon said kissing her hand.

“That may be the feat of the evening. Thearon has always had two left feet,”  Parker commented as he gathered three champagne flutes from the servant's tray.

“I don’t know, when I put my shoes on this evening I saw one right and one left. Perhaps I’ve just never cared as much before.” Thearon’s stare seemed to move through Lavinia.

Parker noticed the look and raised his eyebrows, “Well I’ve never known for you to care for much; our bride should consider herself a lucky woman.”

Before Thearon could respond, the threesome were directed to a head table where they were surrounded by the council members and their wives. So began Lavinia’s literal introduction to the Tribe. It was surreal meeting so many of the people she’d been memorizing and studying for years. She knew each one’s connections and network and their place in the Tribe. To see them for the real people that they were was a surprise – it filled in gaps she hadn’t realized she had been missing.

The rest of the night was really a grand political statement. Lavinia had figured that she would be dancing with her husbands and getting to know one another over dinner and drinks, but in the end, her dance card was full with council members and leaders of other Tribes. Groups of women cornered her to ooh and ahh over her dress, rings and hair, all the while trying to pick her brain like groups of feral hens. Well, Lavinia had to give them credit – they had more etiquette than feral hens...but not much.

When the lights began to brighten slightly, the bandleader announced the party was over. It had seemed to go by with a snap of her fingers. The guests gathered their things and moved toward the exits.  Lavinia was caught up in saying goodbye to some of the visiting Werebeast leaders when a hand caught around her waist, making her jump.

Spinning around, Lavinia found herself face-to-face with Thearon.

“It’s time to retire to the royal suite,” Thearon said gruffly.

Lavinia blinked into Thearon’s eyes and then glanced at Parker over his shoulder. Parker gave an encouraging smile and motioned to the opposite end of the room from where the guests were exiting.

“Yes, of course. Just let me get my bouquet.” Thearon paused for a moment, clearly wondering what purpose the flowers were going to serve on their wedding night, but Lavinia needed a moment to clear her head. He released her to the head table to gather the blooms and trailed behind her as she met Parker at the entrance to the royal chambers.

Walking down the long hall, Lavinia felt the tension within her rise. She had been relaxed during the celebration, jubilant even, after the first dance had gone so well. Lavinia had almost forgotten that at the end of the event she would be going to bed with her new husbands.

In the last few years, Lavinia had participated in a schedule of sexual training. Thank the gods, it hadn’t involved Tutor, she had no desire to see her father figure explain the birds and the bees or how to entice and please two Werebears at once. Instead, they'd brought someone in from the brothels of New Orleans, an expensive escort who had both training and experience.

The woman had been perfect. She was quiet and unassuming and completely natural about it all. She laid it all out on the table like it was nothing more than factual statements. She’d expected Lavinia to study the positions, touches, and male sensation areas as if Lavinia had been memorizing the various tribes and their histories. In the course of her training, Lavinia had memorized step-by-step where she should touch and what she should lick.

But the fact of the matter was, the kiss earlier that evening during her wedding, had been her first kiss. For all of the lessons The Queen was inexperienced, yet was expected to be “a lady on the street but a freak in the sheets,”  as Callia would say. The pressure was real.

Standing outside the engraved wooden door of the royal suite, Lavinia mentally prepared to get her freak on, as she waited for the men to unlock the door. After they’d completed the ceremony of spending the next twenty-four hours in the rooms together, she would officially be Queen and be given a key to unlock the door on her own.

Entering the sitting room, Lavinia could see that it was set up for romance. Someone had filled the space with red roses and candlelight with "getting it on" music in the background to set the mood. Lavinia fought off the overwhelming urge to check the closet for her tatty bathrobe, if only to give her the comfort and courage she so desperately needed at this moment.

There were four rooms total that made up the suite: a bedroom for the Alpha and Omega, respectively, and one for the Queen that had a connecting door to both men’s bedrooms. The space itself was decked out in the finest of antiques. But for the wealth of all the items present – from the Ming dynasty vases to the Aubusson rugs – the space felt comfortable. It wasn’t a showy room meant to impress, instead, the soothing jewel tones seemed to invite rest and relaxation. Exactly what the Alpha and Omega would want in their personal space.

Lavinia couldn’t help herself; she moved forward to the center bedroom and pushed the door open further. The room she found was done up entirely in shades of green, from the deepest forest to the palest sage. Lavinia instinctively knew it had been redone for her. Green had always been one of the best colors on her because it darkened her hair and set  off her pale skin. It was a room meant to show her beauty to its best effect. Probably also what the Alpha and Omega would desire.

Setting her bouquet in a waiting vase on the dresser, Lavinia turned back to the sitting area to find Parker uncorking a bottle of champagne. With the skim of a knife, the cork flew through the air and hit the ceiling with a “pop.” Thearon ducked in alarm and Lavinia couldn’t help but giggle.

“Our head of military strategy is scared of a flying piece of bark?” she teased.

“From my angle, I was truly scared about the potential of a flying knife,” Thearon explained, “but I’ve also been hit by one of Parker’s corks in the past. They leave a nasty bruise.”

Parker scoffed, “I was just a cub when I hit you. I can’t be judged forever on the actions of a drunken teen. I haven’t hit you since.” Parker looked up innocently at Lavinia and seeing Thearon’s raised eyebrow, Parker amended, “Well, that’s the last time I hit you with a champagne cork.” 

Thearon moved to pick up three champagne flutes from a bar cart in the corner of the room, “Lavinia, would you like some?”

“Yes, please. I feel like I barely ate or drank at the reception. Champagne sounds lovely.”

“I never end up eating at big events. There are too many people who want to talk.” Thearon commiserated as he handed off a flute to Lavinia.

“Would you like to sit for a moment? We have twenty-four hours, there’s no need to rush anything,” Parker said joining the pair on the couches.

Both Lavinia and Thearon visibly relaxed with the comment. So, Lavinia thought, she wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure of a menage et trois. Sitting up straight, Lavinia sipped on her drink, “So the two of you have lived together since you were boys?”

Thearon answered her. “Yes, since the age of ten we’ve been officially living in the palace, though we didn’t take residence in these rooms until the coronation. But you already knew that.”

Lavinia cleared her throat, “Well, yes. In theory, I know just about everything. Every custom of the court and every move of its people. It’s part of the training.”

“How odd that you know so much about us and yet we know very little about you. It doesn’t seem quite fair to keep such a beautiful woman hidden for so long,” Parker’s eyes were alight with mischief as he watched the bubbles of champagne swirl in his glass.

“The purpose is to keep me pure,” Lavinia blushed, “Well, pure in the sense that when I marry I’m only familiar with the workings of the Tribe and the Werebeast community at large. I’m taught popular culture references insofar as they have popularity or affect the politics or culture of the tribe.”

Thearon looked confused, “So you aren’t allowed to have your own preferences when it comes to music or movies?”

“It’s weird actually, I haven’t had access to the internet, but I get to watch TV shows like
Breaking Bad
because everyone will be talking about the ending to the show. I get to pick the music or books I like best, but only from the ones that have been shared with me. I’m like a highly assembled project. They’ve set me up to the best of my potential and hope and pray I make the right choices to continue the tradition.”

Thearon tipped back his glass, “We’ve been given more freedom but we’re still as assembled.”

“Oh I don’t know Thearon, I think we kicked a lot of the suggestions to the curb. I can think of more than a few nights where any and all suggestions were tossed on their ass,” Parker said wiggling his eyebrows.

“That is not wedding night appropriate, Alpha.” Lavinia looked between the two men, beginning to get an idea of each personality and how they worked together.

“Oh I’m tired of being appropriate...what rules were you breaking. I love a good story,” Lavinia said, trying to tuck her feet up underneath her on the couch but finding the dress too constricting to finish the movement. She ended up looking like the mermaid her dress style was named after. Lavinia was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of empathy for the mer-people of the world.

Parker set down his glass and moved to the overstuffed ottoman in front of Lavinia to tell his tale, “Oh there was one night, when we were still technically cubs, so we can blame it on the immaturity and hormones, where Thearon and I found ourselves in a difficult spot. Literally, between a rock and a hard place.”

Lavinia watched as Thearon groaned in response and covered his eyes with one hand. “You are not about to tell this story!”

Parker lifted one of Lavinia’s feet into his lap and began to untie the sky-high strappy sandals she’d tied herself into, hours before. “Well, only the pertinent details. Let’s just say that Thearon and I found ourselves stuck in a bedroom of one of the old brick buildings in the historic district downtown. It was a brothel…”

“A place where we had no business being,” Thearon interjected

“...of course not! We were dragged there by others, I’m sure, my memory is hazy due to the beer. But I’m fairly positive it was not your idea, Thearon.”

Thearon grunted in response as Lavinia giggled.

“Anyway, we were stuck in the room, about to be late for morning check-in because we were still out from the night before. And we couldn’t get out of the room because it’s next occupants were standing on the other side of the door – being quite loud with their foreplay.”

Thearon laughed and took over the story, “Oh gods, that’s right! And that man was making such a racket. We panicked, the only escape was the window and it gave us about two feet of clearance between the building next to it. We were facing a sheer brick wall.”

“So how did you get out? Walk past the next occupants?” Lavinia wondered.

“No, our next occupant was one of our tutors. It was not an option. He was going to be late to morning check-in, too,” Parker said as he slipped a shoe off of Lavinia’s foot and began a soft massage of her arch. Between the champagne and Parker’s touch, she was starting to feel very relaxed.

“We ended up scaling the wall. Thank the gods we were still drunk off our asses, because sober, we never would have attempted it. I still think it was a small miracle that we were able to make it to the roof to escape,” Thearon finished downing the last of his drink and moved behind the couch where Parker was still working his magic fingers. Lavinia tried again to sit back into the plush cushions but was halted by the corseting of the dress. Damn boning, it really was becoming an issue.

Thearon reached over Lavinia’s shoulder for her drink and she thanked him as he set the crystal down on the bar cart next to his own glass. Lavinia was surprised to see that they had managed to drain the bottle. Just as she turned back around to excuse Parker from the menial task of the foot massage, she felt hands drifting gently down the row of buttons on her back. The smooth sensation sent shivers down her spine.

“Though the dress is beautiful, I think it’s served its purpose. I’m sure you would be far more comfortable without it. Since I lack Parker’s skill with acupressure, I’ll do what I can.”

“What is it you think you can do?” Lavinia asked, slightly breathless.

“I can get you naked.”

CHAPTER THREE

          Lavinia had to admit Thearon really did have skills when it came to undressing women. Her wedding dress had not been the easiest to get into; it was tight, with a corset and about one hundred individual silk buttons. It had taken Callia at least fifteen minutes to get her into it.

Thearon had it off in ten without popping a single button. Lavinia should have bet Callia when Callia had claimed the men would ruin the dress. But it wasn’t just that, Thearon had been gentle with the clothing as he moved down her back. He had alternated kissing and breathing on her spine, his warm breath combining with his moist kiss in the most sensational way. Lavinia felt hot and cold and warm again all in the space of a few seconds. She had no idea that her back would be sensitive, her spine curving in response to his lowering mouth, the core of her going liquid with a new feeling of need.

It was nothing like the sexual fantasies she had had in her dreams. Lavinia had tried to imagine what another person’s lips would feel like pressed against her body, but now that she was confronted with the reality of the sensations, Lavinia could see that she could never have imagined how enthralling it would feel in real life.

When the last button was freed, Thearon reached forward and both she and Parker had listened as the silk of the corset's ribbon had come untied, the whisper of the strings as they’d loosened the tight cinching around her waist. When the dress dropped to the floor, Lavinia breathed in deep and felt the sudden rush of oxygen increase the desire that had been running through her.

Parker reached forward and smoothed his hands down the marks on her body from the boning. His touch started off gentle and soothing, as if his touch alone could take away the discomfort. But almost as if he couldn’t help it, his hands began applying more and more pressure, molding her waist and tracing lines around her skin as if getting to know it. When his finger dipped under the elastic of her panties and traced its line as well, Lavinia jumped in response, her lower abs flexing with the foreign invasion.

The smile on Parker’s lips made him look like a bad boy, a role she had pegged her pirate Thearon for – and it remained as he slowly removed his finger and stood up in front of her. Lavinia watched as Parker’s eyes flicked to her left. She was confused for a moment until large hands swept her up from behind and a voice growled low in her ear, “I get all of the physical jobs, undress you, carry you to your bedroom. We’ll just keep it between us that they’re all the jobs I enjoy most.”

Lavinia felt herself go weak in Thearon’s arms. Gods but that man had a wonderful voice, deep and thrumming its base reverberated deep inside her, chasing away the nerves that had been building after all of the touching and kissing had been suspended. As he deposited her in the middle of the enormous bed, Lavinia felt all of the nerves come back in a rush. Suddenly, she was on display. They would be expecting sexual acrobatics, carnal knowledge...basically, a show.

Sitting up in the middle of the bed Lavinia came to her knees and gently swayed her hips from side-to-side in a welcoming motion meant to invite the men in closer. Parker entered the room and traded glances with Thearon. Lavinia noticed that they too looked a little unsure of where to go from here. In the end, it was their hesitation that gave her the courage to move forward with her plan for the evening. Dropping down on all fours Lavinia crawled toward the edge of the bed. She knew, from months of practice, that the position made her waist look small and her cleavage large. Lavinia felt a smile play on her lips as the mouths of her husbands dropped open.

Reaching the edge of the bed, Lavinia shifted her hips and swung around till she was sitting before hopping off the bed. Again, knowing from careful practice that the motions bounced and bobbled her boobs to their best effect. The jump off the bed had taken her closer to Parker who was just inside the entrance to the room.

Lavinia walked over and took his hand, walking him to the foot of the bed, directly in front of Thearon. Looking Thearon in the eye, she leaned forward and kissed Parker, letting the passion and desire she felt show in her eyes. Just before Lavinia gave into the kiss, her eyes fluttering closed, she watched as Thearon gave a hard swallow and she knew that she was on the right track.

Lavinia kept the kiss with Parker fairly modest. When he tried to take it deeper and slip his tongue into her mouth, she held him off. Lavinia could not get lost in the moment...there was another man to consider. Opening her eyes, Lavinia pushed back from Parker and sauntered over to Thearon. Hooking her finger in his belt she pulled him closer to Parker and the bed. In a moment of inspiration, she decided to return the favor by unbuttoning his button-down.

Slipping each mother of pearl disk from its hole, Lavinia allowed her fingers to trail down his chest. As she unveiled the naked skin beneath, Lavinia kissed and nipped at it, enjoying how her touch made him shiver. Once his shirt was completely removed, Lavinia couldn’t resist, she leaned into his body and nuzzled his neck, rubbing her breasts against his chest, luxuriating in the feel of the hair against her nipples.

Lavinia felt a low moan escape her throat. Following the sound, she felt Parker’s touch on her waist from behind. Turning in Thearon’s arms, she faced her other husband and found Parker to be shirtless as well and his smooth chest was hairless and built. He looked like a male model and she couldn’t help but reach out and run her hands along the sharply defined muscles. Taking her entreaty as an invitation, Parker gathered her in his arms and started kissing her again.

Remembering the etiquette taught to her about threesomes, Lavinia reached back and blindly groped for Thearon. When her hand again encountered his belt buckle she grasped it and pulled him toward her. Unable and unwilling to break the kiss with Parker, Lavinia breathed a sigh of relief when Thearon began trailing his hands along the curves of her body, dropping to his knees to thread his hands through her thighs.

Up and down his hands moved as Parker’s kiss deepened, his fingers threading through her hair locking her. Lavinia concentrated solely on Parker’s kiss for awhile, deciding that it was more intimate than what Thearon had access to on the floor. That was until Thearon decided to remove her panties. The cool breeze of the room met the warmth of her molten core and Lavinia shivered in response. But when Thearon’s fingers came back to her center and entered between her folds, she completely lost her footing. Ungracefully falling on top of Thearon, his fast reflexes caught her before she hit the hardwood floor. Laughing, he threw her back on the bed.

“You know I keep putting you on the bed and you don’t seem to want to listen,” Thearon said as he removed his pants.

Parker was inspired by the move and began to do the same, “I think she needs to let us serve her needs for awhile.”

For her part, Lavinia could only manage a dry swallow. The men in front of her were perfect displays of manhood. There were muscles from the tips of their heads to the toes of their feet and yet they were so different in the ways they were sexy. One option was a man’s man, covered in hair, scars and calluses. The Omega looked as rough and tumble as they came. The Alpha, on the other hand, practically glowed with his own soft lit filter. The aforementioned smooth chest was completed by a body that was dusted with the blondest of hair, the sleek perfection of his skin and muscle shown without distraction. He looked like the greek gods she’d learned about as a little girl.

They walked toward her, aroused and smug; obviously, her delight showed  on her face. There seemed to be an unspoken conversation as they reached the foot of the bed. When Parker finally nodded, Thearon dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her. Placing one hand under each of her hips, he lifted her up and shifted her forward on the silken bedding. Draping each leg over his shoulders he slowly lowered her head and kissed her very center.

Lavinia thought she saw stars. Her nipples tightened and grew heavy as Thearon’s tongue explored her folds, savoring the taste of her like a man about to have his last meal. Parker, not one to sit idle, popped the front clasp of her bra and attended to her aching breasts fingering them with his thumbs as he watched the play of desire on her face. It seemed as if the men were trying to outdo each other. With  each flick of the finger or tongue, Lavinia’s moans and groans were escalating until she had no idea which sensation it was that was pushing her toward the edge – she only desired to fall over it.

When the foreplay stopped abruptly, Lavinia was crushed. Sputtering, she watched as Parker replaced Thearon between her legs. Again, picking up her feet and gently placing them on the footboard of the bed he moved between her body and nudged at her entrance. Seeming to ask her if it was ok with his eyes. She gave a swift nod and he gently pushed into her body. The sensation was so foreign that Lavinia struggled to find purchase. There was a stretching of her body as Parker went deeper and deeper and Lavinia wasn’t sure if it was a good sensation or one she should guard against.

As if sensing her struggle, Thearon leaned down over her and began kissing her silly. The action raising her desire again and distracting her mind from its worries. As Parker finally completely filled her, Lavinia felt her body breath a sigh of relief. Parker’s thrusts started out slow and steady, but as his hands began to dig into Lavinia’s hips, her entire mind focused on the point where they were intimately connected. In and out, she felt him move and the precipice of her desire drew closer. Just as she could almost reach it, Parker let out a shout and came. While knowing Parker had found fulfillment left her satisfied on one level, it was also just short of her own personal satisfaction and she tried not to feel sad about that.

But apparently it was part of a grander plan. Thearon quickly took Parker’s place and slammed into her with a force of need Lavinia recognized in herself. Thearon’s thrusts held none of the gentle longings Parker had tried to impart. They were the actions of a man at the very brink of his control and the emotion was catching. Sitting up, Lavinia grabbed onto Thearon’s torso and wrapped her legs around his hips, forcing his thrusts to stay deep, just where she wanted them. Faster and harder the thrusts came until, at the same time, they both saw stars.

Lavinia was laid gently back on the bed and each man left her for a moment to gather something. Parker returned with a warm washcloth to clean her and both men up. Thearon had gathered their champagne glasses and a fresh bottle. Popping the cork in a fashion that had no one ducking for cover, he filled the glasses and handed them out to the group.

“To our marriage, may it be as fruitful and bubbly as the wine and sex of this evening,” Parker held up his glass for cheers which Lavinia and Thearon gladly clinked their glasses to.

*

After the second celebratory bottle of champagne, Lavinia, Parker and Thearon passed out in the Queen’s bed. The thing had to be a custom made piece as it was larger than even a California King. It had four posts carved with rose trellises up each wooden spire and an emerald green duvet. Sleeping in the bed felt akin to dreaming amongst the royal gardens. Each of her husbands had woken Lavinia up sporadically throughout the night with kisses and, at one point, sleepy sex with Parker. The romps felt natural and easy. It was more than Lavinia could have hoped for.

Late the next morning, the scent of brunch and coffee wafted into the bedroom, waking Lavinia up. Rolling over, she found herself staring at Thearon. He was looking out the window and backlit by the sun, giving him a glow. Lavinia allowed herself a moment to simply watch him drink coffee and revel in how lucky she was to be attracted to both of her husbands. As the thought drifted through her mind, Parker’s arm drifted across her waist, pulling her close.

His sleep rough voice was close to her ear, “Morning my Queen. I trust you slept well?”

Thearon had turned back toward the bed at Parker’s voice and Lavinia rose an eyebrow in his direction, “I don’t know how much sleep I truly got last night.”

“Don’t look at me, surely I was not a part of that,” Thearon said with a sip of his coffee.

Parker responded from the other side of Lavinia, “I’m sure you were the perfect angel last night, probably slept like the dead.”

“Like a hibernating bear,” deadpanned Thearon.

Parker laughed, “Well this bear needs a coffee STAT. Where did you find that glorious brew?”

“I can’t believe you slept through someone coming into our rooms this morning. Where is your Alpha instinct? You shame the nature of a mated bear." Thearon paused to take a sip before putting Parker out of his misery, "It’s in the sitting room.”

Parker got up and threw on a robe from the closet. Rich red velvet, it was reminiscent of the jacket he’d been married in. Thearon, for his part, was standing in a pair of navy blue sleep pants leaving Lavinia stranded on the bed, a little embarrassed to get up naked and only slightly less embarrassed to put on the tattered terrycloth robe. Perhaps Callia had been right, maybe she should have opted for one of the lace numbers…

Parker walked back in the room with a tray containing the coffee, two mugs, and an assortment of dairy and sugar products with which to doctor the beverage. Setting the tray down on a side table he reached into the closet and pulled out her offending robe. Lavinia felt her cheeks go pink.

“Thearon? Are we suddenly destitute? The Queen can surely afford a new robe, right? I mean, my Queen, you would look lovely in a potato sack, but my point is you don’t have to.”