Read Two Bears are Better Than One (Alpha Werebear Romance) (Broken Pine Bears Book 1) Online

Authors: Lynn Red

Tags: #alpha male, #menage romance, #werewolf, #paranormal romance, #bad boy romance, #werebear, #paranormal menage

Two Bears are Better Than One (Alpha Werebear Romance) (Broken Pine Bears Book 1) (22 page)

“You two could make a penguin scream,” Jill breathed whatever nonsense came to her mind. Somehow though, that got the point across better than she thought it would. Rogue and King both laughed, to her surprise. Maybe the secret to unlocking the sense of humor for a super-serious bear was just to fill him up with stout?

But they didn’t say anything so maybe it was just polite laughter? Or maybe they were—

“Oh holy
shit!
” Jill squealed. A pair of fingers found their way past her swimsuit and between her folds. About eight tenths of a second later, the squeal turned into a long, drawn out groan, and about a half second after that, she was bucking her hips forward and back, driving those rotating fingers as deep as she could get them.

She felt herself relax backwards, the hand that was on King’s cock instead finding Rogue’s hair and getting a handful, more to brace herself than anything else.

“I think she likes it,” King observed, grinning at Jill when her eyes opened again.

With her lids half shut, Jill felt a wave pulse through her. “Even now,” she whispered. “You still talk like I’m not... here,” she bit her lip, conscious of the increasing volume of her groans.

“Now who’s the one who doesn’t get jokes?” King asked, kissing her ear, then running his tongue down Jill’s jaw before nibbling her chin and kissing her throat once more.

“I,” she paused to clench her teeth; there was one hell of a bomb building up inside her and she did
not
want to get arrested for indecent exposure or public nudity or whatever the hell charge this would be. “Can’t stop.”

Maybe all that caution just wasn’t going to fly.

Knees shaking, stomach muscles clenching and releasing in time with the pulses of the fingers between her legs, Jill didn’t have any choice but to just give in.

She took a deep breath and held it as the nerves all over her body flared and cooled. A wave of white heat passed through her, followed by coolness, and then throbbing ecstasy as her climax hit her square in the chest and she felt her body squeeze the fingers, pulling at them as she tugged Rogue’s hair.

She breathed in the afterglow, letting her head relax, as the tight pleasure released slowly. For a moment, she just breathed, held between her two bears. Rogue kissed the back of her head, King kissed her bottom lip, then closed his mouth around hers, drinking her in.

“Put your shorts on,” she told both of them. “I’m not done with you yet.”

*

M
aking a mental note to tip the housekeeper really, really well for having to clean up the mess of two soaking wet bears tramping excitedly through a hotel lobby to the elevator, Jill hardly made it through without grabbing one of said wet bears.

But, they made it. She made it, with only a little bit of groping and swim trunks tugging. Luckily at half past midnight, not even three people obviously up to no good could raise the interest of the college kid sitting at the front desk playing some game on her phone.

The ride
up
the elevator was a mixture of awful tension and amazement as King stared at himself in the mirror on the ceiling and kept trying to touch it, and the creeping walk back down the hall to their room felt like an eternity, but when the lock finally clicked shut and Jill felt Rogue’s hands on her shoulders, massaging?

“Rip it off me,” she said. “Rip this thing off and make me scream.”

King quirked an eyebrow, but Rogue didn’t bother looking at the other alpha, not for a second. He grabbed the collar of the light green swimsuit and then paused.

“What?” Jill said. “Don’t think you can tear some fabric?”

With a grin that made her insides turn to jelly, Rogue snatched her off the ground, careful to avoid her bruises, and walked straight to the bed. “Oh I know I can tear it,” he said as he straddled his mate and lowered his head. “But this way’s more fun.”

She saw his eyes flare, as he grabbed the neck of her one piece in his teeth. King knelt beside the bed and did the same.

In one flash of something that was halfway between feral rage and the sexiest thing that had ever happened to her, the two bears ripped Jill’s swimsuit straight down the middle. The fabric gave easily once the elastic collar broke, and when her skin tasted the cool hotel air – that was turned down to about sixty-two because that’s what you do in a hotel – the goosebumps came right back.

Every inch of her prickled to life, her nipples puckered sweetly, begging for attention that they didn’t have to wait long to get.

Rogue closed his mouth over one of her pink nibs while King kissed around the other before circling it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. The coarse stubble on their faces scratched at her bare skin, and all Jill could do was grab two handfuls of long, wavy hair and hang on tight.

She hissed a breath between her clenched teeth when a pair of fingers slipped into her sex and curled in opposite directions – the two men each had one inside her – somehow both finding places that made the hairs on the back of Jill’s neck stand at attention.

The way Rogue was lying with one leg over hers, and one on the mattress, she could feel his bulge against her hip and immediately wished to feel it where those delicious fingers were. A loud moan escaped her lips, followed by a long, lazy sigh of pleasure.

“The sounds you make,” King said when he came up for air, “your little whimpers, your little gasps. They make me burn to have you.”

“You,” she said, when he turned his eyes to her, “are amazing. I can’t believe this,” suddenly a hitch of emotion choked her to silence. She swallowed hard and blinked a couple of times. “You both never left,” she said.

A sucking kiss on her left breast broke the silence for a moment, and then both fingers turned to stroke the front of Jill’s inner wall. Immediately, a wave of tight tugging from deep inside pulled at them, and either man kissed one side of her neck.

“And we,” King said, before Rogue finished, “never will.”

Her sex grasped her two bears’ fingers, urging them deeper, begging them to stretch her more and more. Instinctively, Jill reached back behind her head to flick off the light. As soon as she did, Rogue got up off the bed and threw the curtain open. Silver moonlight flooded the room with its mid-90s wall paper and California king bed with the posts bolted to the wall.

As she started shaking, Jill realized it was probably a
damn
good thing this bed frame wasn’t about to move anywhere.

She started twitching, started tugging harder on Rogue and King’s hair. That familiar pulse inside her belly, inside her sex, gripped her, but as soon as her inner muscles started clenching again, the two bears stopped.

“No!” Jill said in something embarrassingly close to a whine. “Why did you stop?”

Rogue got up off the bed a second time, and ripped away the hula girl and barracuda patterned swim trunks she made him buy. King stood and stripped off his black-with-blue-stripes board shorts. She thought they were fitting.

But when she saw what came out of them? Those, she thought, were going to fit a whole lot better.

“Oh get over here,” she said, chewing on her lip. “You can’t torture me like this.”

As soon as one of them was in reach, Rogue this time, Jill reached out, wrapped her fingers around the thickest part of him and took him between her lips. She rolled her tongue around, shivering with his taste.

She tried to think, tried to talk, but the animal passion she felt welling up inside her made it impossible. She gripped Rogue and then moved her tongue to King for a moment. Back and forth she went until she felt as frenzied as those wolves.

A shudder crept through Jill, even as she tried to push that memory out of her mind. The howling, the screams...

A hand on her shoulder, squeezing patiently, brought her back to the present. She looked up to see Rogue and King both staring down at her, both smiling broadly with their eyes twinkling. “We’re here,” Rogue said. “And you’re safe,” King added. “This is the way of things, whether or not you’re,” he paused. “Scared?” Rogue finished for him.

King nodded. “There’s no reason to cry, no reason to be afraid. We’re with you, you’re with us.”

“Fate?” Jill asked, pulling Rogue out of her mouth and trailing her tongue down him one more time.

Instead of answering, the two bears lifted her off her knees and lay her back gently on the mattress. A flood of kisses from her neck to her toes took away the fear, the uncertainty, and the terrible memories that momentarily haunted her.

She felt a tongue slide between her folds, and then a finger. Then, she heard a deep, rumbling groan that vibrated her clit. “Her taste,” King growled. “Her scent, she’s...”

Jill felt thick, hard hair grow against her skin. The hair on both men’s arms, and their beards, both grew shaggier. Between her legs, she felt the prickle and then the gentle softness. Rogue’s eyes flashed more brilliantly, and King’s did the same.

“Take me,” she whispered. “Make me your mate,” Jill swallowed hard. “Forever, whatever you have to do.”

Rogue slid to the mattress and pulled her up on top of his thickly muscled stomach. For a moment, Jill ground on him, his washboard abs working like the palm of her hand to thrill her clit. “So wet,” she was moaning. “I’m so wet, I can’t... I can’t take this anymore.”

She reached back, circling his erection with her fingers, and lifted her hips to guide his tip inside. Jill threw her head back, and as soon as she did, King got up on the bed behind her, wrapping his arms around her chest, taking her breasts into his hands and gently pinching, softly pulling at her nipples as he kissed her neck.

A deep, aching pain that melted to pleasure seconds later flooded Jill’s body as she took her lover, her mate, inside.

“Slowly,” King whispered in her ear before he sucked at her neck once more. “Go slowly. We’ll never let you hurt.”

“I,” Jill said, before pausing to gasp as Rogue’s hips met hers, and he filled her completely, “I said I wanted you to make me scream.”

A faint, impish grin crossed her lips before her mouth fell open again as Rogue lifted her and then slid back inside, softly moaning her name as he did.

The next breath she drew was full of King’s scent – sweat and something else she couldn’t place, something that made her nerves flare and the mark on her chest burn sweetly. She placed her hand on Rogue’s chest, and felt his mark crackle with imagined heat – or was it?

Her breathing was falling in time with his, in perfect rhythm with his increasingly hungry, increasingly powerful thrusts. It was like he needed to feel the deepest parts of her, to experience everything she had.

Grinning down at him, and then closing her eyes and chewing her bottom lip when King bit again, a little harder than before, and pressed his thickness against her back, Jill curled her fingers, scratching hot trails through the hair on Rogue’s chest. He hissed and grabbed her ass, pulling her harder against him, filling her more than she ever thought he could.

For a few brilliant moments, the three of them moved as one, just like that, until Jill lifted off Rogue and bent forward, inviting King inside.

Without a word he stood and pulled her backwards, sliding his cock and warming her all the way. Bracing herself against the bear underneath her, Jill reached back and stroked his softest skin, then flattened her hand against her own sex with her fingers on either side of where he entered her.

She breathed in, filling her lungs with the scent of her bears, and the scent of their sex mixing in the air. She scratched Rogue again and then straightened up, raking her fingers through King’s hair, scratching at his scalp fiercely until he hissed his pleasure and thrust deeper, harder than ever, forcing her back to her hands.

Jill reached behind and pulled King out of her, and then turned to face him before sliding back down onto Rogue. As she opened for him, she slid her lips around King’s tip, tasting herself and him, mixed and perfect. With a shudder so deep it shook her all the way to the core, Jill knew she wasn’t going to last long.

“I’m close,” she whispered, as she pulled away and dug her nails into King’s perfectly muscled ass. “I can’t... oh my God I can’t stop.”

In her hand, as she squeezed, she felt King pulse, at the same time Rogue swelled inside her.

“We have our whole lives,” King whispered, brushing the hair back out of her eyes and tilting Jill’s face up to his. “We don’t ever have to be apart. Scratch harder.”

She did as he said, raking his back once, and then a second time. Rogue thrust, King groaned, and she felt like a wave was about to break against her chest.

His words vibrated inside her, humming in exact frequency with the energy in her heart. She stood up for a brief second, turned around again and guided King deep. The three of them moved as one soul split into three bodies.

All three teetered on the edge.

Jill moved herself from King to Rogue and back again more times than she could remember. She wanted them all, she wanted both at once, but that, she knew would probably be better saved for being a little healthier.

“We have our whole lives,”
strummed at her heart.

The first wave of tension brimmed over and passed. She breathed deep and held it until her lungs burned in an anticipation. The second came and went, but the beat of Rogue’s heart under her hand, the heavy throbbing of King’s behind her, she couldn’t handle it anymore.

Jill’s elbows shook and she thought about catching herself before she fell, but just let go anyway.

King followed her, supporting himself on his arms, but letting his bare skin rest on hers. She felt both hearts beating in time with hers, and she knew, right then, right in that very moment, that she was home.

One slipped out and the other took his place – she’d lost track of who was where, but it didn’t matter. There weren’t any lines here, there was no her or Rogue or King, they were all one, at least for right then.

As the first grip of her climax shook Jill to the core, she wrapped her arms around Rogue’s massive neck and let out a whimper. He hissed as he swelled inside her, and then let his mouth drop open as his orgasm destroyed what little walls remained between them. Seconds later, just as the tension gave way to a wave of relief that ran from her neck to her ankles, King slid inside and gripped her hands as he shook.

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