35
GOLDIE
It’s not just Robert who makes the journey up toward the first-floor room that contains every prop from my fantasies. His brothers come, too. My legs are so weak with anticipation that I struggle to keep myself vertical, resting against Robert as we ascend the imposing staircase. His muscular arm around me is reassuring, the masculine power promising dominance in just a few more paces.
It’s been over a month since I was in that room, a month since I had sex with Robert and Evan. So much has changed since then. My feelings about them and their feelings towards me, our understanding of each other, and our unified hopes for our future.
I’m buzzing with anticipation because I’m unsure what will happen next.
Will they take me to the room of our fantasies, or do they have something else in mind?
Maybe they talked about how this day would go when it eventually came around. Maybe there’s a tradition to the claiming that I’m unaware of, but instead of going into the room I spent time in with Robert, Hunter opens a different door.
I can tell they’re proud of this room. It’s in how they look around with awe, even though they must have been in it multiple times before. The walls are lined with more family paintings, which should seem weird but just intensify the significance of this moment.
This isn’t just sex. This is about destiny. It’s about the future of this bear shifter clan and all of our contentment and happiness. Centered in the room is a huge wooden, four-poster bed, which is big enough for four.
At the end of the bed and on the floor are animal pelts. Some are sheepskin and cowhide, and some are gray and shaggy, like the hides of wolves. It’s luxurious and decadent and filled with the promise of a life that will be filled with joy and love, a future rich in family history and tradition, and more pleasure than I can stand.
“It’s time,” Hunter says. He takes my hand and lifts it to his lips. “Are you sure this is what you want? There will be no going back.”
No going back?
It sounds so final.
What’s going to happen to me… to us? Suddenly, I’m filled with curious trepidation, but I’m ready to submit to my bears and this life. For so long, I’ve felt as though I don’t belong. No matter how hard I tried, I never found a man who fit with me. For so long, I was ashamed of my desires and hid them from the world, trusting no one with my secrets.
Now I’ve found a place to settle, heart and soul. Now, I’m free to explore all aspects of who I am without shame or judgment. I’m ready to be me. I don’t want to wait a minute longer.
“I’m ready,” I say.
Hunter’s fingers tackle the buttons of my shirt until it hangs open, revealing the pretty underwear I chose for today. I wanted to look innocent, the sweet Goldilocks, waiting for her bears to devour her. It’s yellow with black polka dots, and the panties tie at the sides with a pretty ribbon. When Hunter scans my breasts, the white flesh contained only by the skimpy satiny fabric of my bra, his eyes flash gold. When they stare into mine, as bright as the sun at midday, my heart swells, and sensation floods outward to my fingertips and my toes.
Oh God. The way he looks at me makes me feel like he will devour me. I imagine his teeth on my nipples and his tongue lashing me between my legs with a merciless animal rhythm that I won’t be able to take. I’m going to cry out. I’m going to beg for him to stop and beg for more, all in the same breath.
These men are going to perfectly ruin me and put me back together, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
There’s nothing I want to do about it.
My shirt is removed with haste, and my jeans, too. When Hunter eases them over my feet, kneeling before me, I feel like a queen.
“Get on the bed,” he growls, reminding me of my place. I’m at their beck and call, subject to their orders and demands.
I glance around at Robert and Evan as I climb onto the soft comforter. They’re staring at me with shared intensity.
There are three sets of eyes on my body, three men who are my destiny.
They all undress, and I prop myself on my elbows, taking in every newly revealed part of them. Hunter seems the bulkiest of the three, with heavier muscles on his shoulders and arms. Evan’s abs are the most defined, rippling under tan skin that almost seems too thin to contain them. Robert’s thighs are the most powerful, as though he runs faster and harder in bear form.
One sexy man is a feast for the eyes, but I have three. It’s hard to focus, but as I take in their similarities and differences, my head spins. Even from afar, these men blow my mind.
How am I going to deal with them up close?
Who’s going to kiss me, touch me, lick me, fuck me first? Or will they do it together? I can’t even imagine what that would look like, but I want it to happen.
Submission with one man is heady, but with three, it’ll be even better.
I want them to bind me and take what they need from me. I want them to give me what they want, too, leaving their seed inside me.
Hunter kneels on the bed, stroking up my calves to my thighs, squeezing possessively as he goes. His eyes never leave mine, and it’s part of his assertion of control. I’m pinned to the bed with his smoky brown gaze, rendered unable to move by his intensity. Will I dare to look away? No. There’s no way I’ll disrupt the spell between us.
He tugs at the ribbon ties, and my panties fall away, revealing the soft blonde curls at the apex of my thighs. He inhales sharply, seeing me for the first time. “We’ll play with you after,” he says, gently kissing my wrist. “But for now, we’ll claim you the way it should be. ”
Trepidation runs through me as Hunter unclasps my bra and kneels between my legs, eyes feasting on my nakedness.
“The moon smiled on us,” he says softly, stroking his finger between my breasts and down over the soft roundedness of my stomach. His eyes fix between my legs, but he doesn’t touch me there. Instead, he leans over me and kisses my lips softly. “You’re the mate we always dreamed of. The light to our darkness. Everything about you is perfect.”
The part of me that always jumps to deny every compliment whispers he hasn’t seen all my flaws, but I push away the negative and focus on the love that I see in his eyes because aren’t we all flawed in some way? Aren’t those things what make us lovable, too? Robert’s quiet watchfulness, Hunter’s quick temper, and Evan’s inability to take even the gravest events seriously. These are things that make them who they are. I wouldn’t change anything about them.
“Not perfect,” I say. “But maybe perfect for you.”
Hunter smiles, and so do the others. It’s a moment of realization for all of us.
When Hunter kisses me, soft lips teasing against mine, I feel as though I’m melting into the bed. My limbs go lax, but I’m primed for what’s coming next. He’s going to touch me between my legs where I’ve been aching for so long. He’s going to fill me with the huge cock he has pressed into my thigh. He’s going to claim what’s rightfully his, and I'm going to rejoice.
His kisses travel down my neck and over my breasts, sucking one nipple and then the other. I arch off the bed, needing more. “Please,” I say, and he smiles against my skin. He likes it when I beg as much as I enjoy begging. “Please.”
“Slowly. That’s how we’re going to take this. We’re going to make you crazy.”
Doesn’t he realize that they’ve done that already?
When he kisses the inside of my thighs, my instinct is to rest my hands on his head and steer him, but he wouldn’t like that. His control is important for both of us. It’s maddening and amazing all at once, and by the time he licks a hot stripe between my legs, I’m quivering.
Oh… he’s skilled with his tongue; little flicks of my clit combined with hot, hungry strokes through my sex. He tastes me like I’m a delicious ripe fruit, and in moments, I’m pulsing with need. It won’t take long for me to come like this, but I don’t want to tell him I’m close. Pleasure denial has always been a kink of mine. It’s just that I’ve been waiting for this release for so long, I can’t bear the thought of it being taken away.
Robert and Evan mount the bed on either side of me. Evan kisses my lips, squeezing my breast gently. Robert latches on to my nipple, sucking and nibbling at the same rhythm as his brothers. It’s like they are one man with many mouths and hands, so in tune with each other that I’m delirious, a piano being played by a maestro.
“Oh—” I gasp, unable to keep it in. “Oh. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
Evan grins at me, squeezing my breast in his big hand.
“You like that, don’t you? You love my brother’s tongue on your pussy. You love riding his face.”
I do. I do. My legs shake, and my hands grip the comforter so tightly that my knuckles hurt.
“Do it,” Evan urges. “Do it. Come on his face. ”
One more flick of Hunter’s tongue is all it takes. The hot pulsing wave claws at me, dragging me under while I writhe on the bed, groaning in a voice that doesn’t sound like my own. “Mmmm… oh fuck… don’t stop… don’t stop… oh.” Everything goes dark.
I’m so out of it that when Robert rolls me to my front, and Hunter climbs over me, I don’t register what’s happening. His big, warm body covers me completely, then he sinks his teeth into the place where my neck and shoulder meet, and I moan loudly. It should hurt. He’s biting me, breathing hard, his heavy dick notched between my ass cheeks, sliding, sliding, sliding. Warmth spills through my veins like hard liquor or some other delicious narcotic. Images flash in my mind of my childhood, playing, running, waiting for the bears, and then Robert, Evan, and Hunter are there, too, running with me, side by side into the forest.
I’m dazed, and Hunter’s an inferno against me. A growl rumbles in his throat, so close to my ear that it fills my mind.
“ Mine ,” I hear like he’s speaking directly into my brain without the involvement of his mouth or my ears. “ Mine .”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes. I’m yours.”
“That’s it,” Evan groans. “Claim her. Make her ours.”
Hunter uses his knees to force my legs apart, and he shoves his cock into me with such force, my teeth clink. There’s something different about his dick now it’s inside me. It’s harder than any cock I’ve ever felt, and as he ruts into me, it seems to curve into a magic spot inside me that makes me see stars. “ Take it .” His voice is a snarl in my mind, so fierce and primal that fear spins through me. My body shakes, my limbs out of control, and my mind spins as he repeats, “ Take it, take it, take it ,” over and over. He’s so big, and I’m so stretched that moving is impossible. I’m impaled on his granite dick and spinning through the dark universe into oblivion.
Hunter’s mouth leaves my shoulder, and there’s no pain as his body crowds mine. Each of my wrists are secured in his rough palms and held down. He licks my shoulder, soothing the wound, while he winds me so tightly I fear I might break open beneath him. Evan leans over my leg, clamping down on the flesh of my calf. The quick, sharp pain is immediately soothed by his tongue. When he releases my flesh, Robert finds a spot on my arm, and I watch as his teeth become bear-like and sink into my flesh. It’s not totally painless, and the flush of heat that spreads through my body and between my thighs is a tidal wave of intensity. His eyes find mine, and tears burn my eyes and throat, threatening to spill. My throat closes as emotion wells inside me. He stares into me, heat flaming in his wide brown eyes. Then he releases my flesh and licks over the wound, taking the blood into his mouth and sealing my skin.
Then it happens. A whip of pleasure that blinds me, sending me plummeting while my body contracts and then relaxes. I’m so wet between my legs, and I fear that I might have wet myself from the force of his dick, but Hunter’s kissing my nape and muttering against my skin. “That’s it, Goldie. That’s it. Take it. Take my cock. You’re ours now. Forever.”
His release is like nothing else I’ve ever felt. He swells until he can no longer move, and the release of his cum is warm inside me.
“Beautiful,” he says. “So beautiful. ”
I try to move, but he keeps me tightly gripped. “We’re bonded,” he tells me, kissing where he bit me. “We can’t separate yet.”
“What?” I gasp, wiggling beneath him. He’s right. His dick is wedged inside me, hooked almost. I feel the press of what feels like cartilage against my pubic bone.
“Maybe we should have told her about this part,” Evan says, stroking my arm. “It’s okay, Goldie. Hunter’s just hooked inside you for a while.”
“Hooked?” The horror in my voice makes them all laugh.
“It’s a bear thing.”
“For how long?”
“Ten minutes unless you keep shaking your peachy ass and make me ready to go again, in which case, we could be here a long time.”
Robert strokes my hair. “ Are you okay? ” he asks, but his words whisper in my mind like a feather dragging through my brain. I shiver.
“ Yes ,” I say as a loud thought, and there’s laughter in my head.
“ She did it ,” Evan communicates.
“ She’s a fast learner. ” Hunter’s mind voice sounds proud.
“ So, I’m claimed now? ”
“ Yes ,” they all whisper through my mind in unison.
It’s not only my mind that feels different now that I’m claimed. It’s my body, too. My heart beats with a rhythm that feels different from my own; slower, deeper pulses that seem to match Hunter’s.
Hunter’s tongue licks again over the wound that I assume is on my neck, but I can’t feel any kind of hurt, just the soothing sensation that comes with the physical touch from a lover.
The bed is so wet beneath my thighs, and I’m filled with mortification.
“ Don’t worry, ” Hunter says firmly in my mind. “ Now that you’re claimed, it will always be like that. ”
“ Like what? ”
“ Ejaculation. ”
I blush as hot as the sun. “You’re saying I ejaculated,” I say out loud. “Like a man.”
“Like a woman taken to the edge of pleasure and beyond,” he says smugly.
And with another shift of his hips, he unhooks himself from inside me and withdraws.
I’m sated from the submission, wrenched open by the powerlessness and power that comes with giving myself over so completely.
I’m theirs, and they’re mine, and it washes over me like warm ocean water lapping the shore.