Shifters with Secrets (An MMF Bisexual Threesome)(46)

“So give me what I really want,” she said gasping. He pushed his cock into her slowly. Alexi gripped the back of his neck, digging her fingertips into his skin as he filled her channel.

“I want it,” she whimpered into his shoulder as she felt him deep inside her, stretching her with his hardness. “Bite me. Put a bear in me.”

Her * was still tender from her last orgasm and she knew that she wouldn’t last long before she came again. A bead of sweat snaked down between her breasts from the hot sun.

“I want to be with you. Forever,” she groaned, as his hips picked up speed. Their bodies fused together as he pumped harder, deeper, with long, satisfying strokes.

“Bite me. Bite me,” she begged, writhing and grinding against his hips.

Ellis lowered his lips onto her neck and she felt his hard teeth press into her skin. “Yes,” she moaned, feeling his jacked back muscles.

He f*cked her harder. Relentlessly. Teasing her by grazing his teeth along her soft flesh.

“I’m gonna come,” she moaned, her hips writhing uncontrollably now. Every muscle in her body clenched. Her nails dug into the soil. She was taken by surprise at how fast it came on.

“Do it. Now!” she screamed as the orgasm slashed through her. Her * clenched and pulsed on his cock as he sunk his sharp teeth into her shoulder.

She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as her whole body shook and convulsed with hard, sharp jerks.

The initial euphoria of her orgasm was quickly replaced with pain. She screamed tightly through clenched teeth as Ellis apologized softly in her ear.

Every cell in her body ignited in a blaze, scorching and searing through her veins in burning agony. Sweat coated her tortured body as she strained against the prickly grass.

She held onto Ellis’ arm keeping him near her, keeping him in her. She tried to focus on his soft voice and ignore the anguish surging through her. She was doing this for him.

The pain was too much. The agony too intense.

Ellis’ beautiful, worried face went blurry as her mind wandered away above her.

White spots filled the sky and then blackness took over, freeing her from her pain. Her head collapsed on the grass as it overtook her in beautiful, beautiful blackness.





epilogue





Beckett sat at the desk in his cabin going through applications. The clan’s pilot, Marcus, was heading off to college next month and they needed a replacement. Marcus had been perfect. He was a skilled pilot that came from a long line of fox shifters. Beckett had never been worried about him giving away their secret or slamming the plane into a mountain.

Beckett picked up the first application: Rick Peirce. Former military, two tours of Afghanistan. He placed it on the contact pile.

“Ugh,” he groaned as he pulled out the next application. He hated paperwork.

Beckett was what the elders called a born alpha, naturally authoritative, dominant and a great commander, but he hated all of this office work that came along with being the top bear.

Nobody had told him when he was fighting his way to the top that there would be property taxes, car loans, airplane insurance, FAA audits and much more waiting for him at the finish line.

He glanced out the window and sighed. Two bears were crossing the runway and heading for the forest. He smiled. He was happy for his little brother Ellis. Alexi was a great match for him. He was much more cooperative and easier to deal with now that he had a mate by his side. It was a good decision to allow Ellis to turn her.

It was nice having Alexi at the camp, injecting some much needed estrogen into the sea of testosterone. They disappeared into the trees and Beckett’s inner bear grumbled.

His bear had been much more vocal about finding a mate lately. It was either the constant smell of a woman around camp or just seeing how happy his brother was, but his bear was wanting the same.

Beckett turned back to his paperwork trying to ignore the bear. But his bear wasn’t having any of it. He groaned inside him, wanting to be let loose.

I have work to do.

He picked up the next resume and a Polaroid picture fell from the papers and onto the floor. He glanced down at it and froze. It was like someone turned a light on in a dark room. Is this what bonding feels like?


He held his breath as he reached down and picked up the photo. A blond girl, with green, pilot headphones was sitting in the cockpit of a plane smiling at him.

He stared at the photo in a trance until his bear snapped him out of it by filling his cabin with loud rumbling.

Amanda Pike.

He ran his finger over her face. He didn’t care what her qualifications were she was getting the job.

It’s dangerous for an alpha to find a mate. He thought back to all of the alphas he saw, tossed down the ranks of their clans after being softened from taking a mate. He held onto his position with a steel grip and didn’t want to see his crew thrown into chaos over a girl.

But he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He was dialing her number before he could convince himself not too.

Amanda Pike.

His bear rumbled in content.

Things were definitely going to get interesting.