Page 22 of Shared By the Werebears
Ronan leaned forward, his voice rough and low with command.
“All right—listen up,” he growled. “Start slow. Kiss and lick the insides of her thighs first…both sides. Don’t go diving in all at once—make her wait for it.”
Finn obeyed immediately, bending to press his mouth to my right thigh, just above the knee. His lips were warm and soft—hesitant, butso eager. He kissed higher…then again…and again. Every brush of his mouth sent a little spark shooting through me, making my clit throb with anticipation. Oh God, this was good…just the way I liked it. No rushing, no selfish push to get to his own pleasure first. He was taking his time and meanwhile, Ronan was flicking my nipples, making the anticipation even greater.
Finn moved to my other thigh and kissed his way up there too, until I was twitching beneath him, hips arching off the blanket, desperate for more. God, he waskillingme—and yet, I loved it.
“Don’t rush,” Ronan warned. “Make her beg for it. Then—when she’s right on the edge—use your tongue. Wide…flat…slow.”
Well, if he wanted me to beg, I could certainly oblige.
“Please, Finn!” I moaned, my thighs spreading wider as I bucked my hips again. “Please, Ineedyou.”
A groan was torn from Finn’s throat.
“God, Goldie…can’t wait anymore.”
At last, he lowered his head and finally—finally—dragged his tongue up my slit, starting at the bottom and going all the way up.
“Oh God…yes,” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as pleasure rushed through me.
As I had told Ronan earlier, I can’t take pleasure without giving it. As the intense sensations sparked through me, they jumped between us and the two Weres felt what I was feeling, too.
“Fuck!” Ronan growled. “What the fuck is that?”
“That is what…what being with a Succubus is like,” I panted. “If you make me feel it, you’re going to feel it too.”
“Goddamn.”Ronan’s deep voice was hoarse. “Do it again, Finn—lick her soft little pussy again.”
Finn didn’t have to be asked twice. He groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted—like he never wanted to stop—and then he went back to work. His tongue was broad, hot, and slow…just the way Ronan had said. He licked me again, then again, building a rhythm that made my hips roll to push my pussy up against his mouth.
“Good, that’s good, Finn.” Ronan’s voice was rough with desire. “Now do it again…but on the next pass, flick the tip of your tongue over her clit.Lightly.”
Finn obeyed, licking deep, then flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. I cried out—sharp and high, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders.
“Yes! Just like that,” I gasped. God, for a beginner he wasexcellentat this! I had the feeling it was something he’d been dreaming of for a long time. I had heard that Weres loved to taste their women—that they were especially good at it too. Everything I was feeling seemed to indicate the rumor was all true.
My pleasure rolled through all three of us and I could feel Ronan’s big body getting tense beside me. He leaned down to suck one of my nipples again as he tugged the other one.
Meanwhile, Finn did it again—lick, flick, circle. He was learning fast—picking up my reactions like a good student, adjusting every stroke based on the way I moaned, the way my body arched for him. And of course, my pleasure was a good teacher—when I felt good, he felt good too. So it was easy for him to know exactly which moves pleased me the most.
“Use your lips,” Ronan instructed, letting my nipple slip from his mouth for a minute. “Suck on that little bud—soft at first. Then firmer. Make her feel like youneedto be there.”
Finn sealed his mouth over me and began to suck—gently, then with more pressure. Pleasure jolted through me like lightning. I felt my orgasm building—tight and hot and unstoppable, curling in my belly like a storm ready to break. Oh Goddess, when it happened I was going to comeso hard.
“That’s it, I can feel it—you’re doing it right,” Ronan growled as my pleasure pulsed through all of us. “Now push your tongue deep—fuckher with it. Let her ride your mouth. Let heruseyou.”
Finn groaned into me again—whether from lust or from being told what to do, I wasn’t sure—but he obeyed. His tongue slid into me,thick and hot and so eager it made my toes curl. He thrust it in and out slowly, then faster, letting me grind against his mouth, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. My fingers had found their way into his hair and I was pulling hard—but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I felt his pleasure at the small act of violence. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who didn’t mind a little pain with their pleasure.
“Oh God—Finn—don’t stop—I’m—I’m?—”
But I couldn’t even finish my sentence. My orgasm tore through me, shattering every nerve ending as I came with a loud, helpless cry. My back bowed off the blankets, my thighs clamped around Finn’s head, and I shook while wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.
It was crashing through my guys, too. I could feel Finn’s orgasm, echoing my own and then Ronan growled,
“Fuck—gonna cum!” at the same time.
Finn didn’t stop, though—not until I tugged gently at his hair, finally too sensitive to take any more.
