Page 45 of Shared By the Werebears
I arched an eyebrow at him.
“Is that such a bad thing? I want to suck you both at the same time.”
“Fuck, yes!” Finn got closer at once, turning his hips inward to angle his shaft towards Ronan’s. The other Were growled but didn’t object. In fact, he put an arm around Finn’s shoulders and angled his hips as well. Soon the two broad crowns were touching.
“See—this isn’t so bad,” Finn remarked, looking down to where his cock was rubbing against Ronan’s.
“It’s fucking—” Ronan began and then I dropped to my knees and wrapped a hand around each of their shafts.
Finn hissed as I flicked my tongue over both their crowns. Ronan made a low, rumbling sound deep in his chest as he watched me taste him and his Clan mate together.
“Fuck, little witch,” he groaned. “Why is it so fucking hot to watch you taste us both at the same time?”
“Goldie…” Finn moaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “That feels sogood.”
I pulled back for just a moment.
“See why I needed you together?”
Then I went back to my task, stroking them slowly, deliberately, as I tilted my head and opened my mouth wide. I didn’t take them both in completely—my mouth wasn’t made for that. But I did my best, swirling my tongue around both leaking shafts, tasting their salty precum and feeling my body heat with desire as I teased them. At the same time, my hands were stroking in rhythm, feeding the desire growing between us.
They groaned in stereo—two deep, needy sounds of male pleasure. The sounds sent shivers of desire down my spine. God, I wanted them!
“Fuck, baby, that’s…that’s so good,” Finn whispered, his eyes fixed on my mouth as I licked them.
Ronan didn’t speak again, but his breath was coming hard and fast. I could feel his restraint like a wire pulled taut. Despite the pleasure and lust he was feeling, he was still afraid—still holding back.
It was time to do something about that.
I rose slowly, licking my lips as I stood.
“Bed,” I said softly. “Go to the bed.”
Finn obeyed first, sitting down on the edge of the big, sturdy bed in the center of the Lust Hut. It had thick wooden posts and reinforced slats. There were also chains on each corner and cuffs on the headboard, wrapped in padded leather.
I was waiting but Ronan hesitated. I could feel his fear…his uncertainty.
I went to him.
“You’re afraid,” I said, pressing my body against his, rubbing my breasts against his broad chest. “Afraid you’ll Shift.”
His jaw flexed.
“I can’t help it, Goldie. If I lose control?—”
“You won’t,” I murmured. “Because I’m going to help you.”
“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows. “And how the fuck are you going to do that?”
I walked over to the bed, reached up, and took one of the magical cuffs from the headboard. The leather was lined with spell-stitched silk, the runes on the inside designed to restrain even a Shifter in mid-transformation.
“These will hold you,” I told him, showing him the special runes. “Even if you start to Shift. Even if the Bear tries to come out.”
He stared at me, his dark eyes burning.
“And if we do this,” he said roughly. “If Finn and I Bond with you… that’s forever.”
“I know.” I reached up and stroked his cheek. “But if you hate it…if it hurts you later…we’ll find a way to break the Bond. I swear it.”
