Page 44 of Shared By the Werebears
Ipaced in the darkness just outside the Lust Hut, trying to slow my breathing.
Goldie was inside preparing the space—candles…herbs…some strange velvet cushions that smelled like lust and jasmine. I could feel her magic humming through the walls like a heartbeat, pulsing against my chest in time with my own.
I should’ve felt honored…desired.
Instead, I was almost sick with fear.
The Bear inside me wasn’t pacing tonight. He was watching.Quiet, intent…aroused. And that scared me more than his rage ever had. I remembered too well what happened when I lost control—when instinct took over and I couldn’t find my way back.
What if that happened again? What if I Shifted in the middle of it—ofher—and shredded the ritual, ruined the Bond?
What if I hurt her?
I closed my eyes and pressed the heels of my hands against them until I saw sparks behind my eyelids.
I’d said yes and I’d meant it. But I didn’t trust myself. Not fully. Not yet.
And still… some part of me, deeper than the fear, deeper than the man or the Bear, wanted to be hers. Wanted to beclaimedby her. If anyone could tether the beast in me, it was Goldie.
I just prayed to whatever old gods were listening that I didn’t break her before she could fix me.
25
GOLDIE
Ilit the last candle and watched the bluish flame flicker and catch, casting shadows that danced across the red walls of the Lust Hut.
The potion was nearly finished. It simmered in the small cauldron Goody A had loaned us, glowing faintly violet with streaks of molten gold swirling through it. I thought it looked like it already knew what was coming—like it was waiting for the final act of magic to bring it to life.
The final ingredient… was us.
I turned and looked at the two men who had changed my whole life in such a short time. My Bears…my lovers…my Heartmates. Or they soon would be, if we went through with this.
Finn stood naked by the head of the bed—his wide shoulders relaxed, his green eyes warm and waiting—eager. His cock was already hard and dark with need, standing thick and proud between his muscular thighs. He smiled at me, and his expression was so open…so full of love and trust that my chest ached. Oh yes, Finn was mine for the taking and Iwantedhim.
I wanted Ronan too, but he was clearly more reluctant. He stood atthe foot of the bed, still half-clothed, shirt off but jeans clinging to his hips like armor he didn’t want to give up. He looked like a storm barely held in check. His jaw was tight and his muscles were taut with tension. His dark eyes were almost glowing with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.
But he was here. I’d been worried earlier when he had left the Lust Hut for a few minutes to “clear his head” that he wouldn’t return. But he had, and now we were ready to go.
I stood before my two guys, barefoot on the rune-etched floor, completely naked—“sky-clad” is the term we witches use for total nudity during a ritual. I had stripped in silence while they watched, tension winding tight between them. I was very aware of the whisper of lust wending its way through the hut, flirting with my hair and teasing my nipples to tightness. The Succubus side of me was hungry for this—aching to take them both and make them mine.
But we had to do this the right way.
“It’s time,” I said softly to both of them. “Now.” I looked at Ronan. “Strip.”
He obeyed, jerking his jeans down, then toeing off his boots. Finn and I watched and I felt the desire begin to grow between the three of us. What we were about to do was magic. Not just in the sexy, slippery sense, but real, deep, soul-binding magic.
And I was going to guide them through it.
When both of them were bare before me, I beckoned for them to come stand in front of me. I stepped closer and ran my hands down their chests. Finn was golden and smooth, like a sunbeam made flesh. Ronan was rougher, darker—corded muscle under skin that bore scars from a lifetime of battles. Both of them radiated the Were heat I had come to love so much during our quest together. I wanted their warmth in my life forever.
“Stand closer together,” I murmured. “I want you side by side.”
They obeyed again, moving shoulder to shoulder. Their cocks were hard—thick and pulsing and ready. My Succubus magic shimmeredbeneath my skin, scenting them, tasting their arousal, craving them both.
“Closer,” I urged.
“How close do you want us? If we get any closer we’ll be fucking sword fighting,” Ronan growled.
