Page 7 of Shared By the Werebears
“How did you fucking know that,witch?”the bigger one growled. He was six-six if he was an inch and he had thick reddish-brown hair and a close-clipped beard to match. He was also bare-chested.
I normally hold with the no shirt, no shoes, no service rule in my diner, but in this case I was definitely willing to make an exception. His broad, muscular chest and wide shoulders made my mouth water. I decided it was just fine that he was half-naked.
“I can tell you’re Weres by the way you move and the energy you give off,” I told him. “I’ve served enough of your kind in my diner to tell when someone is hiding a Fur Form inside them.”
“Howexactlydid you serve them?” the other man asked me, raising one eyebrow sarcastically. He had blue-black hair and dark stubble decorated his strong jaw. Like his friend, he was wearing jeans and boots, but at least he’d bothered to throw on a green plaid shirt, though it was unbuttoned, showing washboard abs. The color matched his eyes, which were a deep, forest green. He was shorter than the other man, but only by an inch or two.
“I don’t serve them the way you’re thinking,” I said coolly.
Just because I’m half Succubus doesn’t mean I’m not picky! I won’t fuck just anything that walks through my door…though I had to admit these two lookedextremelyfuckable in an Alpha Male, Were-Creature, lumberjack kind of way.
“You’re her!” the taller one with the reddish-brown hair said, pointing to me in an accusatory way.
“Her who?” I asked, frowning. Why was the lust tea taking so long to work? I would have thought the two of them would have jumped me by now. I was all prepared to invite them into the back of the diner where I kept my living quarters. After all, I couldn’t be seen getting busy in the restaurant part of the building.
“You’re the woman who broke into our cabin and, uh, had fun on our beds,” the shorter man said, his cheeks going dark as he spoke.
I couldn’t help loving him for that blush. It told me he was, if not necessarily a virgin, at least an innocent. Iloveinnocent men—you can mold them into what you want and teach them what feels good to a woman.
Then again, the rough and ready type can be fun too, I thought, as I looked back at the dark-haired one. He was glowering at me like I’d committed a capital offense and he was there to punish me for it. Mmm, all right—I coulddefinitelyget down with a little punishment.
“Yes, I’m the one,” I said calmly. “I got caught out in the forest after eating some magical tarts. They, er, made me so hot I had to seek shelter.”
“So you thought you could just break into our cabin and getyourself off all over our beds?” the one with reddish-brown hair demanded.
“I didn’t break in,” I protested. “I mean, notreally. Your door was unlocked.”
“But you don’t deny, er, rubbing yourself off on our beds?” the black-haired one asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No.” I shrugged. “I have to be honest, your scents drew me. I couldn’t really help myself.”
“That’s bullshit!” the bigger one growled. “You broke into our cabin and left your scent all over our beds to draw us here. And now you’re doing some kind of fucking sex magic on us!”
“Sex magic, hmm?” I said, grinning a little and looking pointedly at his crotch where there was a definite bulge—a big one too. “If I am, then it seems to be working.”
“Admit it!” the black-haired one demanded. “You’re doing something to usright now. Why else would your scent be so strong and why else would we both be, er…” He trailed off, blushing again.
“So horny?” I asked bluntly. “So hard?”
“Well…yes,” he admitted, jutting his jaw defiantly.
“Okay, I admit it,” I said. “I called for you—using this.”
I started to reach for the empty tea mug on the counter beside me, but the larger of the two Weres was behind me in a flash. He gripped my arms and twisted them behind my back.
“Hey!” I exclaimed. “I don’t mind playing rough, but we need to talk about it beforehand! We need to establish some ground rules and talk about safe words!”
“Shut up, witch! Or should I saw sorceress?” he snarled. “Come here and search her, Finn!”
“Search her for what, Ronan?” the other man protested, but he came up to stand in front of me. They were both so tall, I felt like a child between the two of them anddamndid they smell good! That hot, dark, animal musk was twice as strong as it had been when I gotmyself off on their beds. Just smelling it made my pussy even wetter and my nipples tight with desire.
“For whatever magical shit she was reaching for to put a spell on us!” Ronan growled. Well, at least now I knew their names.
“Look, guys—Ronan and Finn, right?” I asked, looking up at Finn, since Ronan was still standing behind me, holding my arms behind my back. (A position which thrust my breasts out and made my nipples ache to be sucked, I might add.)
“Yeah, those are our names,” Finn said warily.
“Okay, good. And my name is ‘Goldie’—nice to meet you. So I just want you to know that the magic spell I used to call you to me was completely benign,” I told him. “And I don’t have any kind of magical device on me. You can go ahead and search me to be sure, if you want,” I added. I was aching with lust—I wanted Finn’s big hands, which were balled into fists at his sides, all over me.
