Her Bear Lovers [Werebears of Shatland, Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

What’s taking them so long?

  The thought had just crossed her mind when her feet left the ground. Jadon, his granite arm enclosing her, picked her like a boy scooping up a football to carry into the end zone, then righted her a moment before he slammed her against the trunk of a wide tree. Her back hurt like hell, but she forgot that pain as well as the aching of her feet when he took hold of her hair and jerked her head back. Giving into her basest instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her hands behind his neck.

  Now I know what a head first collision would feel like.

  He was pure muscle, shaped to perfection. Ramming his cock into her, he crushed his mouth to hers, attacking her. His tongue whipped around hers, with his leading the frantic dance.

  She clutched his hair and tightened her legs. Every slam of her body into the tree was both pure heaven and pure hell. She cried out, then her cries changed to hard expulsions of “uh” as he hammered against her.

  He was huge, even larger than she’d imagined. His cock stretched her insides, pushing her vaginal walls to their limit.

  “You are ours. Our woman, our mate.”

  She couldn’t have contradicted him if she’d wanted to.

  Josh came beside them, then slid his finger behind her to find her anus. “That’s it. Fuck our cousin. Make him work for it.”

  Curt added to the dirty talk, sizzling her need to an even more intense level. “Fuck him, baby. Let’s see your juices slide down your legs. Come on, woman. Use your hips. That’s it. Good, girl. Fuck him harder.”

  She wasn’t the type to follow orders, but she suddenly wanted nothing more than to please them. Trying to keep up with Jadon’s pummeling was difficult, shoving the air from her and weakening her trembling body.

  “Go, man, fuck her hard for the three of us.” Josh reached between their bodies and tweaked her nipple. “As soon as you’re through, I’m going to throw her on her hands and knees and screw her pretty ass. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? I know you would. I can see it in your eyes.”

  She ground against Jadon, doing her best to drive his cock deeper. “Yes! Yes!”

  Curt shifted on his feet. “Damn it, Jadon, share. I’m itching to have her.”

  Didn’t he know she was already theirs? Not just his, but all three of theirs? They didn’t have to tell her. She’d known it all along. How she’d known didn’t matter. If they wanted her to scream, she’d scream until her throat burned. If they wanted her to beg for them to take her, she’d get on her knees and beg for all she was worth. Whatever they wanted her to do, she’d do it.

  Taking her hair, he twisted her head to the side, giving her no choice but to look at him. The strange amber she’d seen before sparked hotter in his eyes. Curt studied her, searing his expression into her memory forever.

  “What my cousin said is true. You’re our mate.”

  She didn’t understand the full of it and couldn’t tell him that. Instead, she nodded, again wanting to please him.

  Jadon pounded her against the tree. When he lifted his head, she saw the strange amber again.

  She’d seen the amber flecks in Mitch’s eyes. Now these men had the same thing. She’d known that Josh could transform into a bear, had heard the other two when they’d admitted they were werebears, but seeing the amber in their eyes drove the truth into her.

  Think about it later.

  Her mind was in turmoil. Although she desperately tried to think straight, her emotions were too much to fight. As her body tensed, her orgasm rolling faster and faster to the precipice, she gave way and let it take over.

  It raced over her hard, sweeping her up and into the air. Her throat ached from trying to drag in air only to have Jadon knock it from her. He groaned, paused, and as though she’d spent a lifetime with him and knew what every move of his body meant, she let her climax free to erupt with his.

  Jadon’s mouth was next to her ear as he groaned his release. She cried out, once more hurting her throat, but the pain in her back, across the bottom of her feet combined with the ache in her throat. It transformed, pain becoming pleasure, as his seed filled her.

  She barely had time to catch her breath, when Josh shoved his cousin away, caught her as she wobbled on her feet, then spun her around.

  “Put your hands on the tree and hold on.”

  She knew enough about anal sex to know that they needed lube. “Do you have any lubricant?”

  He paused, his hands on her butt cheeks. “Damn, I didn’t bring any.” Grinning, he turned her back around. “I guess it’s the front for today.”

  Taking her by the hair, he tossed her to the ground. It was rough treatment, but she loved it. She’d thought about rough sex before, even wondering what bondage was like, but hadn’t experienced it. But didn’t it make sense? They were part animal. How else would they want it but rough and tumble?

  Josh fell on top of her. “Here we are again. You on the bottom and me on the top.”

  “Are you going to do anything about it this time?”

  “Are you challenging me?” He tilted his head to the side.

  “Damn straight I am.” She pushed against his arm, trying to get away even though she knew she didn’t have a chance. “Man up or get off me.”

  “Don’t ask a bear to man up. They don’t have it in them.”

  She gasped, then scrambled onto her feet as Josh jumped to his. Moving behind the three men, she peeked between Jadon’s and Curt’s shoulders.

  Five men and one woman stood watching them. Their expressions held a mix of disgust and interest. She recognized the largest man standing in the middle as they spread out, shootout-style.

  Mitch Franklin.

  The werewolf from the bar sneered at her. “Shit, girl. If I’d known what you came for was a fuckin’, I would’ve given you that. It’s a damn shame that you had to resort to screwing werebears.”

  “Back off, Franklin. We don’t want any trouble, but we won’t let you harass her, either.”

  Had Josh grown larger, his shoulder width spanning wider? She heard the low warning growl rumble outward from deep in his chest.

  A man with reddish-blond hair took a step forward. “Then you shouldn’t have had your fun on werewolf land. Go back to Shatland where you belong.”

  Curt and Jadon eased closer together. Either in silent solidarity or to better block her from their view.

  “Make us.”

  Curt and Jadon shifted enough to glare at Josh. Curt let out a low snarl. “We’re supposed to keep a low profile and not get into any fights. Remember?”

  “I don’t give a shit. These dogs”—he paused, letting that word sink in—“deserve what they get. They should’ve backed off when they saw what was going on.”

  The werewolves growled and flashed fangs. They stepped forward and started shedding their clothes.

  “Um, guys, don’t you think we should get the hell out of here?” What was she supposed to do if they all changed and started fighting? She’d have no chance against a werewolf.

  “Mayla, run back to the truck, get it started, and wait for us.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  The look Jadon gave her left no doubt that he was serious as hell. “Do it. Now.”

  The werewolves had their clothes off. Snarling, they started shifting. She stood, amazed at the way their bodies changed. Fur skimmed over skin like a flash flood down a dry creek. Fangs grew from normal human teeth and nails grew longer, morphing into long, vicious claws. The sound of their bones breaking then reforming unnerved her, but she was so mesmerized she couldn’t move.

  The shove Curt gave her almost knocked her over. When she straightened up, the werewolves had completed their transformations and were advancing, tails low, ears back, snarls exposing their fangs.

  “Damn it, Mayla. Go!”

  The men she wanted, the men her body craved, began to change. Josh completed his shift first. He was as magnificent as she remembered. She reached out to touch the coarse brown hair
. Instead of facing the werewolves, he whirled his huge bear body around and let out a roar. She clamped her hands over her ears at the eardrum-breaking sound as his breath blew her hair off her shoulders. She took off running.

  Chapter Four

  Mayla ran, her heart pounding against her chest. Growls and snarls came after her, but grew softer the farther she ran. Or was it the faster she ran, or the less she heard them because of the roar of her own pulse in her ears?

  She was almost spent, the hitch in her side digging into her when she finally made it back to the pickup. Gathering up their clothes, she tossed them into the back of the truck, then snatched hers up and yanked on her shirt and jeans. Not bothering to put on either her underwear or her shoes, she piled them on top of the men’s things, then hauled ass into the truck. The keys were still in the ignition and she started it up.

  Or at least, she tried to. She cursed when nothing happened, then turned the key again. Again nothing.

  Had the werewolves found the truck and sabotaged it?

  She steadied herself, fighting against the paranoia. Who knew if the truck was always breaking down? Preferring to believe that, she counted to thirty, then tried again. At last, the old engine rumbled to life.

  She closed her eyes, sent a silent thank you to Henry Ford, then opened them and waited.

  And waited more.

  Time had no relevancy. It could’ve been five minutes or an hour before she finally saw three bears charging toward her.

  Are they the right bears? Are they my bears?

  They have to be. How often do three bears, especially grizzlies, run together toward a pickup?

  She frowned. Then why weren’t they slowing down? She stretched her neck, searching the area behind them. No werewolves followed them.

  Closer and closer they came, unrelenting masses of brawny muscle and sharp claws. When they were only a few feet from the truck, they leapt into the air. She inhaled a quick breath, then dove toward the floorboard.

  When they hit, huge animals that weighed anywhere from six hundred to eight hundred pounds, they’d crush her. She covered her head with her arms, preparing to protect herself as much as possible.

  Suddenly, her body was lifted into the air as they struck the vehicle, driving it toward the ground and away from her body. A bounce into the air followed that as the truck rebounded, catching her as her body descended. She landed back on the floor of the cab with a grunt, then a groan as pain splintered into her arm.

  What the hell?

  Scrambling back into the seat, she held onto the dash as the truck rocked back and forth. She blew a strand of hair out of her face and scowled at the men. They were sprawled against the sides of the truck bed, naked men once more.

  “Are you okay?” She didn’t see any wounds or blood on them.

  “Mayla, do you know how to drive a stick shift?”

  She’d learned a long time ago, but had switched to an automatic as soon as she could. “Sort of.”

  The horror on Jadon’s face was almost comical, but she didn’t dare laugh.

  Curt pulled his shirt on over his head. “Good enough.” He pointed to six wolves moving toward them. “Drive!”

  Whirling around, she planted her butt behind the wheel, then prayed she’d remember how to use a clutch. Checking the men one more time, she put the pedal to the metal and sent dirt flying behind the pickup.

  Ten minutes later and a string of curses from Jadon, she skidded into the back parking lot of The Moonstone Bar. She did a quick look around as she put the gearshift into park, then grabbed her undies and shoes and slid to the ground.

  “Remind me to teach you how to change gears,” grumbled Jadon.

  “She did the best she could, cuz.” Curt jumped easily over the side of the truck, then pulled her to him. “Damn, but that was fun. Want to finish what we started?”

  “Are you fucking crazy?” Josh tugged on a boot. “Why didn’t we stay back there and let the werewolves whoop our hides? Screwing around here is asking for the same damn thing.”

  “He’s right.” Jadon got behind the wheel and started revving the motor, bending his head so he could listen to the engine better.

  What did he think she’d done to it? A little grinding under the hood hadn’t hurt anything. At least, she hoped it hadn’t.

  “Meet us tomorrow.”

  She gazed into Curt’s face. Something had come over her today, wiping all logic from her, but that didn’t mean she should repeat the same loss of common sense tomorrow. Her body, however, had a different idea. “Where?”

  “You could come to our place.” Josh wiggled his eyebrows like the cad he was.

  She giggled, then shook her head. “No. I’d rather meet up someplace neutral.” Could they tell that she’d lied? She didn’t want a bed. Instead, she’d loved the exhilaration of having sex in the open. It was new and exciting, an experience she’d only dreamed of.

  Yeah, where anyone, including werewolves, could stumble on us. But what was life if it didn’t have a little danger?

  She glanced at the bar. What would they do if someone walked out and saw them? A thrill had her thinking about ripping her clothes off and daring them to find out.

  “Okay, then. Meet us at the clearing where Josh ran you over.”

  Josh shot Curt a hard look. “I didn’t run her over.”

  It was her turn to lift her eyebrow, except without the wiggle.

  “Fine. I ran you over.”

  She traced her finger along Curt’s solid jawline, loving the feel of his usual stubble. “The clearing it is. Around noon?”

  “Sounds good to me.” Josh eased past her, then pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

  “What was that? Do you count that as a real kiss?” she joked.

  “Baby, if I do anything more, I won’t be able to stop. You’d better watch out tomorrow.”

  Curt kissed her neck, and once more, her body responded. Her pussy wept and her stomach tightened. In a matter of seconds, she was as turned on as she could get. “Oh, I’ll watch, all right. You can have me.” She smiled, threw the disgruntled Jadon a kiss, then headed for her car.

  She was halfway there when she spun around and called out, “If you can catch me!” Laughing, she jumped into her car and took off.

  * * * *

  By the time breakfast was over, Mayla wished she’d gone to the men’s house yesterday. Hearing John go on and on about the hunting trip he and his father had done the day before wore on her nerves. What if they’d shot a shifter and instead of a real animal? Would it have mattered to them if they’d found out afterward? If a shifter got shot, would he change back into his human form?

  She was sure they would’ve been horrified. Should she warn them? If she did, they’d have her in the car and headed to nearest psychiatric facility in under an hour.

  She sighed, imagining a different kind of breakfast. Sitting at a table with Josh, Curt, and Jadon would have started her day off the best way possible. Or better yet, having a different kind of “breakfast” in bed.

  But what would she have told her father if she’d gone home with them? Granted, she was a grown, capable woman who had lived on her own for a while and didn’t answer to her father. But her father still felt the need to protect her, and she gave him the respect he deserved, letting him know what was going on in her life. She’d have had to tell him where she was staying so he wouldn’t have worried. They were too close for her not to mention that she was staying elsewhere.

  The resulting blowup would’ve created havoc in the family. They’d spent years after her mother’s death closing their ranks and she couldn’t risk doing anything to tear them apart now.

  Not going to the men’s home had been the right thing to do even if she’d had to dream about them instead of experiencing more amazing sex. It was better not to make their situation any more complicated than it was.

  That begged the question. What was their situation? Was she a fling for three small town men? She doubte
d it. They’d described the same feelings, the same intense attraction that she’d had. Then when they’d called her their mate, she’d been exited as all hell, even though she had no clue what that meant. As long as it included being with them, she was sure she could handle whatever being their mate included. She’d struck love’s winning lottery ticket the day Josh had sent her flying head over heels.

  Head over heels. Yep. That’s how I feel. Oh, wow. I’m head over heels in love with all three of them. It’s so fast, but it feels so right. Like it was meant to be. Like I’ve been waiting for them all my life.

  She’d never thought about finding love much. Either it would happen or it wouldn’t. Now that it had, she couldn’t wait to tell the world. Telling her father, however, wasn’t an option. He already had a difficult time understanding why she’d given up hunting. How much harder would it be for him to understand that shifters existed and that she’d fallen in love with three of them?

  Yeah, I can already imagine that conversation.

  “Are you joining us on the hunt today, honey?”

  “Dad, you know how I feel about hunting now.”

  “I’m trying. But the change in your attitude was so fast. Did something happen that I should know about?”

  She loved him even more for his trying to understand. Maybe she needed to take it one revelation at a time, starting with why she no longer wanted to hunt. “It’s like this, Dad. Do you think Lady had feelings?” Their sweet little poodle had passed away the year before. She still missed her and could see that he missed her, too.

  “Feelings? Sure. I guess. In the way I imagine all animals do. She felt pain and got attached to us. I think she even considered you her favorite.”

  “That’s debatable. She slept in your lap more than mine. But that’s not what I mean. Think about it. Do you think she loved us?”

  John chuckled. “Sis, are you telling us that you’re in love with a dog? Because if you are, you need to see Doc Falen. Maybe he has a pill for that.”

  She smiled and dropped her gaze. Not a dog. Three bears.

  Doc Falen was the psychiatrist that had helped them through the first horrible year without her mother. He’d remained a close family friend.