Goldie's Bears_A Reverse Harem Shifter Romance Page 3

  “Yes,” she cried out and squeezed her eyes shut.

  When I felt her relax in the water, only then did I pull my fingers out of her clenching pussy. I brought the digits up; her eyes now open as she watched me. I sucked my fingers clean, tasting her essence lingering on them, memorizing the flavor on my tongue, in my taste buds.

  “You’re mine, mate.” I said it like a mantra, like a declaration. And it was. It was the fucking truth, the reality.

  If she ran we’d chase her, we’d find her. There was no way we were letting our mate go, not ever.

  6

  Goldie

  After my bath I felt satiated, content, and relaxed. The sensations in my body were all new to me. I felt like something in me had finally been awakened. Kash had made me feel things that I didn’t know were possible. I had never been taken care of with so much passion and love, so much attentiveness to my needs above his own. It wasn’t just about the sexual release, which was absolutely fantastic, but what stuck with me the most was how much this man craved the idea of taking care of me, of loving me, of claiming me.

  Kash lifted me easily from the tub, and just as my feet hit the ground I felt him wrap me up in the thickest, warmest bath towel imaginable. Once the towel engulfed me in its luxurious warmth, Kash placed a sweet kiss filled with longing and passion at the nape of my neck.

  “Let’s get you into bed.” He scooped me up again, making me feel as if I weighed nothing, and carried me into a bedroom, placing me gently on it. Next thing I knew Marcus came into the room and replaced Kash by my side. Marcus’ fists were clenched at his sides and his arms were bulging, the veins etched under his skin in stark clarity. The idea of those arms wrapped around me, holding me down, giving me pleasure, made me wet and in desperate need.

  “Hi, beautiful.”

  My heart raced at his endearment.

  “I’m going to dry you off and get you ready.” Marcus sounded gruff, his voice strained, his breath labored.

  Ready? Ready for what?

  Marcus pulled the towel from me and for a moment just stared at my exposed body. I could see how much he was fighting his self-control right now, and a part of me wanted to tell him to let go, to just devour me.

  And then he started kissing my throat while he moved down my body. He then looked straight into my eyes and I couldn’t help but see his passion and need reflected back in the golden honey depths.

  “You are absolutely beautiful,” he murmured at my lips. “I never knew someone as beautiful as you could exist.” He then crushed his lips to mine and devoured my mouth like a man starving. He tugged on my bottom lip and I felt his teeth grazing mine before he gently bit at my tongue, causing me to gasp. I felt my core clench in anticipation and need, a flood of wetness coming from me. Marcus looked at me, his nostrils flaring, desire written across his face.

  “Your pussy smells so good.”

  I gasped at his blunt, coarse statement. But I also felt myself getting wetter between my thighs. My nipples beaded up even further, my need for him rising to the surface.

  “I can’t wait to taste your sweet little pussy, and swallow the nectar that flows from you. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.” He slid his hand up my body and rested it on my right breast, massaging it and making me moan. He then pinched my nipple, making me cry out in pleasure.

  “That’s it, baby, let me know what you want, what you need.” He continued to twist my nipple gently then added more pressure as the seconds moved by. The slight pain made my core cream in need, in anticipation of what Marcus was going to do to me. He moved his tongue along my body, tasting my skin. And then he was at my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth and biting down gently. He’d then use his tongue to sooth the place where his teeth had left a spark of pain.

  “I can’t wait until these are full of milk for my babies. I want to taste everything. Tell me what you want, Goldie.”

  “I...I am not very good at being forward,” I admitted shyly. He moved his hand down to my center and started playing with my pussy, his fingers just teasing, letting me know he could make me feel good.

  “Ask for it. I need you to beg me for it.”

  I was panting after he spoke, but couldn't respond right away.

  “You feel how hard you make my dick?” He started pressing against the bed, making the mattress move slightly from his motions. “My cock is desperate to feel you, to be plunged deep in your tight little cunt,” he groaned. “But this is about you, making you feel good, crying out in pleasure.” He then pulled back, slid his hands down my body, spreading my thighs wider and teasing my slit. For long seconds he teased and tormented me, having me slightly beg for more. And then he plunged a finger deep inside of me, the digit huge, thick, his calluses feeling rough and heavenly all at the same time. He then brought his finger to my mouth, spread the wetness along my lips, and leaned in, licking me, taking my flavor into his mouth.

  “Mmmmm, you taste so good, baby. I am dying to get at that sweet pussy. So you better speak up. Do you want that?”

  “Yes, please taste me, Marcus.”

  “Tell me to eat your sweet cunt,” he demanded.

  To my shock I found myself saying exactly what he wanted. “Eat my sweet cunt.” Then like a wild animal Marcus was between my legs and spreading my lips with his fingers, exposing me to him. He had his nose pressed against me, and I could hear him inhaling, his moan following. Then I felt Marcus put one finger into me and move it up and down, fucking me with it, my muscles involuntarily clenching and a pool of wetness starting to slip out of me.

  Once my body was adjusted he added another finger. I felt his tongue moving up and down my center. That muscle did things to me that I didn’t even know was possible. The faster he moved his tongue, the quicker he plunged his finger into me. Markus was different than Kash. Whereas Kash was soft and sensual while he touched me, Markus was rough and authoritative.

  I liked both, craved both.

  My orgasm was building and I could feel the need increasing. I thought I would lose my mind, and then suddenly Markus gently bit my clit and sucked it into the warmth of his mouth, driving me off the edge. To my surprise, I heard the most visceral scream escape from me.

  “Oh. My. God,” I cried out in extreme pleasure.

  “Not God, baby, but your mate. And I’m just getting started.”

  “Markus … can I taste you?” I sounded unsure, but my desire was taking over and the need to have Markus’ flavor in my mouth overpowered me. Markus raised his head and the softness in his gaze melted my heart.

  “You sure, beautiful?” He spoke softly, his voice filled with longing and need.

  “Yes.”

  Marcus stood and started removing his clothing. Once he was naked, I couldn’t help but stare at his monstrous cock. It was huge, thick and long, with the head bulbous and the balls hanging slightly below this shaft like twin weights. Suddenly I second-guessed my request. How would I even fit my mouth around it? The circumference alone was mind blowing. My hesitation must have been written across my face because Marcus laughed softly. He leaned down and caressed my face.

  “I won’t be fucking you, claiming you tonight, baby. I don’t even have to cum. I really just want to taste you, explore your scent, your body … make my mate feel good.”

  “No,” I whispered. “I want to, need to make my mate feel good.” It sounded so right calling him mate. I got on my knees and placed on hand on Markus’ cock, his girth so impressive my fingers didn’t even touch. I started moving my palm back and forth, using his pre-cum to lubricate him. And then I leaned down and had my mouth on his dick. I could taste the manly musk of him.

  He was intoxicating and heady to me. To my surprise I managed to get at least half of his length in my mouth. What I couldn’t reach with my lips and tongue I stroked with my hand. I loved the feeling of control, that the most sensitive part of him was in my mouth, vulnerable to me. He had my hair fisted in his hand, and I pushed my face farther into
him. I wanted every inch of him in my mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged, my eyes watering. He groaned.

  Then like a flash I was on my back, shifted around, with my legs spread. I needed to get used to these bear reflexes. I had his cock back in my mouth, the sixty-nine position erotic. With the new position my throat seemed to open up more, and to my surprise Marcus too was exploring another part of my body.

  But just as I was giving him head again he grunted out, “On your belly.” His voice was so authoritative and demanding that I didn’t even think about denying his request.

  Once I was on my belly he lifted my lower body up, spread my legs wider so cool air wafted along my pussy and ass, and moved behind me. And then he did something I would never have imagined happening.

  Marcus placed his tongue deep in my ass, fucking me back there with his mouth. He lapped at me with such enthusiasm that my insecurity over having a man give me a rim job faded away.

  With one hand on my lower back, he held me in the position he wanted me in, keeping me still. With his other hand he played with my clit in circular motions, bringing about another orgasm that exploded through my body. As I was coming down, Marcus grunted, his pleasure clear.

  “Sweetheart, I can’t hold off. I have to come. I need to.” And then I looked over my shoulder and watched as he took his dick in hand and jerked off. It was only seconds before I watched arcs of white shoot out of the tip of his dick, his cum covering my ass, his seed hot on my skin. And then he smacked my ass hard enough I felt the sting of pain, but also the immediate sensation of pleasure.

  God, how would I survive when I still had one more bear to spend time with?

  7

  Jonas

  I pushed the bedroom door open and watched as Marcus gave our mate one more lingering kiss before leaving. It was my turn, my bear’s turn to have Goldie, to make her mine.

  The scent of her virginity was like blooming flowers under the spring sun. And possessiveness slammed into me knowing we’d be the only males to know what she felt like, what her pussy would taste like, smell like, what she would smell like pregnant with one of our young.

  I might be the oldest, the one who would pop her cherry first, but we’d each get our turn with her, claiming her, marking her pretty neck, shooting our loads into her womb and making sure it took hold.

  It was just a matter of who would get her pregnant first.

  As I stood there and stared at her nude, laying on my bed, her breasts full, her nipples pink and hard, my beast wanted out, wanted to claim our mate right then. But I told myself I needed to go slow, even if I didn’t want to.

  “Tell me you want this,” I growled I was in front of her seconds later, and quickly got out of my clothes, needing my bare flesh pressed to hers, needing my cock between her thighs. I wanted to feel how hot she was, how wet, how mine she was.

  “I want this,” she whispered, her need smelling addicting.

  “Tell me you’re mine, that you’re my brothers’ as well.” Yeah, this was fast as fuck, but I wanted her to really understand where I was coming from, and what I wanted from her. She was ours … our mate. We wouldn’t let her go.

  “I’m yours, all of yours,” she breathed out.

  I was on her seconds later, using my knee to spread her legs so I could wedge my body right where I needed it to be. I ground my dick into her hard and loved the fact that she gasped, her pleasure clear. “Tell me how much you want me to claim you, mark you up real good.”

  I pulled back and looked at her. She looked drugged right now. Fuck, yes.

  “I want you. I want all of that.”

  I growled out low, my bear pushing for supremacy. “Yeah you do. You need me to give it to you, to stretch that virgin pussy, don’t you?” I thrust against her harder and she moaned.

  “How did you know?” she whispered.

  “I can smell that sweet scent of innocence coming from you.” I leaned down and ran the tip of my nose up her throat. “And it’s so fucking intoxicating.”

  “I want you to make me yours.”

  Fuck.

  I stared right in her eyes. “I want you to realize what you’re getting yourself into. You’re our mate, ours alone, and we’ll never let you go.”

  She licked her lips and nodded. “As insane as this all is, I know, and I want that. I’ve never felt more alive, or more at home than when I saw you three.”

  “I’ve been saving this moment for you. We’ve been saving ourselves for you.” Her eyes widened after I spoke. I lifted my gaze.

  She parted her lips and sucked in a breath.

  “Now,” I said and leaned in real close so our lips were almost touching. “Tell me to fuck you. Ask your mate to make the ache go away, to claim this virgin pussy.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I want that, Jonas.”

  “Tell me,” I demanded. “I need to hear you say it.”

  “Take my virginity. Give me yours. Be the first to claim me.”

  And that’s all I needed to hear. I reached down and grabbed my cock, placed the tip at her entrance, and then pushed in while I stared into her eyes. I felt the tightness of her cunt engulf me, and it took all my willpower not to come right then and there.

  “Oh. God,” she moaned. I filled her completely, stretched her to the point she’d feel me even tomorrow when she sat down. “More,” she gasped. She knew who owned her, the males; bear shifters who were her mates. My brothers at some point would fill her, too, all of us needing to get her pregnant, a race to have our seed take root first.

  I started thrusting in and out of her, and then when I couldn’t take anymore I pulled out, but only long enough to flip her over and onto her belly. I lifted her up so she was on her hands and knees, and thrust back into her pussy.

  I stared down at where I was deep inside of her, and with every retreat I saw the product of her virginity smeared red across my cock. I grew territorial at that sight, knowing I should go slower, but unable to help myself. I brought my hand down on her ass, the flesh jiggling slightly. “You want more?”

  She looked over her shoulder at me and nodded, her eyes wide, her mouth parted. Her body knew that she was ours, that we owned her the same way she owned us.

  I pulled out so just the tip was lodged in her now. “I’ll give you more than you can handle. We all will.” I spanked her ass again and really started fucking her in hard thrusts. I knew I should have been gentle this first time, but primal need took root in me, controlling me. I pulled out and pushed back in, over and over again until I was covered in a light sheen of sweat. I felt Goldie’s inner muscles clench around my length, and I grunted, picking up my speed.

  “Say you’re mine,” I ordered, needing her to say the words.

  “I’m yours,” she said instantly.

  “Yes, you fucking are.” I groaned the words out and picked up speed, slamming harder into her. “Your cunt is so fucking tight and wet. And it’s all for us.” I groaned.

  “I’m going to come.”

  “Yes, mate, come for me,” I said and leaned forward to run my tongue up the length of her spine, tasting her sweat and groaning from the sweet and salty flavor. I worked my cock inside of her in deep, languid strokes. I pumped several more times into her before stilling, my balls pressed against her pussy, my breathing harsh.

  “You want me to let you get off, mate?”

  “Yes, please, Jonas, please give me more.”

  I growled in approval, loving her begging me like this. I pulled out so the tip was at her entrance, lodged right there at her opening. “Come for me. Make my dick so sloppy from your cream it makes dirty as fuck noises as I fuck you.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I just thrust back in so powerfully her back bowed and she cried out.

  And then she came for me, her pussy clenching around my cock, drawing out the cum, milking me for my seed. I couldn’t hold off.

  I let my bear out, roared out my pleasure, and came inside of her. I pumped my see
d deep in her cunt, making her take it all, draining my balls until I knew my cum would slip from her pussy when I pulled out. My bear was at the surface, my teeth elongated, my need to mark her rising up.

  I stared at the side of her throat, my mouth watering, the primal urge to mark her not something I could force back. Leaning forward, I pushed her hair from her neck and ran my canines over her skin, groaning as I continued to pump into her. And then I pierced her neck, knowing my mark would be on her forever, that any shifter who saw her would know she was mine. My brothers would do the same when they finally claimed her, would mate her the same way I was right now.

  She came for me two more times before I finally pulled out. Goldie sagged on the bed and I lay beside her, pulling her close to me, her body sated, sweaty, and all mine. Before she could move, if she even thought she could have, I reached between her thighs and placed my hand on her pussy, making sure my cum stayed right in there. I needed her pregnant, wanted my baby growing inside of her.

  And sooner or later it would take. Sooner rather than later she’d be big with my child. I wouldn’t stop until that was a reality. I wouldn’t stop until I’d made my claim irrevocably.

  Epilogue One

  Goldie-Three months later

  The morning sickness had been very hard on me. Some mornings I would get out of bed and then just climb back in again. My bears had been so sweet. They would dote on me endlessly. Seeing my sweet men trip over themselves to make me feel better warmed my heart in ways I never thought imaginable.