Page 30 of Shared By the Werebears
He pulled me down with him onto the mossy floor, where petals bloomed under our bodies, bursting open from the magic of our shared heat. I had never seen anything like it—the clearing didn’t just amplify our emotions—it actually showed physical proof of them. It was enchanting.
But I was in too much need to be enchanted just then.
I straddled Finn, grinding on him slowly, still clothed from the waist down but aching to feel him in me.
Behind us, Ronan hadn’t moved. He was watching. I could feel the weight of his guilt and desire pressing against my back like a weighted blanket.
“It’s okay,” I said softly, over my shoulder. “Just watch for now, if you need to. You’ll join us later—I know you will.”
But for now, I turned back to Finn. He was already hard beneath me, his cock straining against his jeans. I reached between us to free him, and he groaned as I took his hot, hard length in my hand.
The sensation—his pleasure—rushedthrough me like strong wine. I gasped, arching back, my body already rocking instinctively, consumed with the need to be filled.
“Fuck, Goldie,” Finn groaned. “You feel that too? The power? The need?”
“Yes. God,yes…”
I stripped out of my jeans and panties, baring myself to the night and the eyes in the woods I couldn’t see but felt everywhere. I’ve never been shy about being watched. In fact, you might say I’m kind of an exhibitionist, so the knowledge that we were being observed heightened my arousal rather than diminishing it. My thighs were already slick—wet with my juices. My body was primed for sex by magic and arousal and connection.
I didn’t take Finn inside me. Not yet. First, I leaned down to kiss my way down his chest, pausing to circle the tight copper coins of his nipples with my tongue. He groaned again, louder this time, and his hips bucked beneath me. His pleasure buzzed in my blood, heating me, pushing me to the edge just from feeling his desire.
Goddess, I couldn’t believe I was already so close! I was probably going to have multiple orgasms tonight—which was exactly what we needed to pay Locasta back for the pain the guys had caused her.
I paused for a moment between his thighs to taste his cock. It was long and thick and hard just for me. I took just the head between mylips, running my tongue over the slit at the tip, tasting his precum—it was salty and delicious. I wanted more but not now…now I needed something else.
I moved back up and guided Finn’s cock between my thighs, not entering, just sliding him through my slick folds. His head fell back.
“Fuck, that’s good—Goldie…”
I smiled at him.
“You like it when I take charge, Finn?”
His eyes were hazy with desire.
“Yeah, I…I think I do.”
“Good. Because I want to come like this,” I whispered in his ear. “Just like this—no penetration. Just you…rubbing against me…feelingme while I’m feeling you.”
“Whatever you want,” he gasped. “Anything.”
“We’re going to go slow,” I told him and looked over my shoulder at Ronan. “Come watch us,” I invited, my voice a sultry purr. “Watch me rub against Finn…rub my pussy against his cock until I come.”
A low groan came from the big Were’s throat but he didn’t protest. He came closer, looking down, watching the action.
And there was plenty of action for him to watch—it wasperfect.Our hips moved together, slow and grinding, both of us moaning as the delicious friction pushed us higher and higher. Every pulse of Finn’s cock against my clit sent sparks through me. And every one ofmysparks poured right back into him.
The loop grew hotter and hotter and our pleasure rose higher and higher.
And then I felther. Locasta.
She was inside me somehow—insideus—tasting the waves of pleasure we were creating.
The Clearing of Echoes responded too. The moss turned dewy under our skin and flowers bloomed all around us. They swayed in time with our rhythm and my breath came in moans which Finn echoed. His name…my name…no shame, no hiding. We were the offering—we were giving in to the moment, giving in to the pleasure—pouring it into each other and into the demi-goddess who watched as well.
Finn’s hands gripped my hips. His mouth found my breasts again, kissing… sucking. He drew my nipples deep into his hot mouth as I rode him, switching between them as I cried out, weaving my fingers through his hair, clutching his head to my chest. The feedback loop doubled again—oh God, I was going to come soon!
Somewhere behind us, Ronan made a low, agonized sound. The sound of a man trying not to give in.
