Chapter 21 Marcus
MARCUS
After scouring the hideous mansion for Weston family members and their cohorts, I stand before Goldie’s parents.
Dead bodies litter the halls, the bedrooms, the grounds.
No one who had anything to do with Goldie’s kidnapping or Sylvie’s death was left alive.
It was a promise I made to Adrian and myself.
The guilt I carried for years finally begins to ease. Sylvie was avenged, and Goldie is safe.
We watch her, hooting hoorahs from Adrian’s back.
She’s riding the giant polar bear like it’s a docile little pony.
She looks like a tiny doll up there, and the scene warms my insides.
Kieran is now in human form, walking beside them, naked as the day he was born, singing some boisterous tune I don’t recognize.
I drag my eyes away from the people I love most to focus a hard stare on Goldie’s parents.
They are staring at my brothers with fear and awe.
I clear my throat to get their attention, standing before them wearing a pair of shorts I found upstairs. Speaking to them in the nude wouldn’t have bothered me, but I want their full attention on my words, not my dick.
“You sold her,” I accuse them with a snarl.
Goldie’s mother’s eyes brim with tears. “It was a dowry! He said it was to help our family. We were in some debt and…” Her voice trembles, and she sobs.
Her husband comforts her, his own voice shaky when he adds to her excuses. “We didn’t know he was a monster.”
I lean in, my rage still bubbling over. “I don’t believe you. The Weston family has a suspicious history, connected to shady fucks. You’ve known them for decades.”
Goldie’s father’s eyes widen, and his wife continues to sob quietly. “Alright. But we didn’t know Thomas was as evil as he turned out to be. I swear it.”
“Did you know about Sylvie?” I ask, my next move depending entirely on their response to this question. I don’t care if they’re Goldie’s parents; I will kill them if they played any part in Sylvie’s death.
Her mother shakes her head vigorously. “No. We heard of the poor girl’s death. But we never even met her.”
I stare at them both, using my heightened senses to read their truths. They both reek of fear, but not deception. “I believe you. But hear me now. I will be watching you both. You will not come near my family or Goldie, unless she allows it. You will tell no one that we are shifters.”
They both nod, and Goldie’s father responds. “We swear it.”
I glare at them for another moment, letting my claws extend slightly. “Goldie deserves better than you both. And we will give her the life she was always meant to have. Fuck with her in any way, and I will fucking kill you.”
Her parents nod, their eyes glued to my sharp claws.
The scent of urine fills the air, and I smirk, satisfaction filling my chest. Turning my back on them, I shift into my bear and bound after my family.
Shedding the last of my anger, I catch up to them easily and nudge my nose against Goldie’s leg.
“You didn’t kill my parents, did you?” she asks, although there is no real fear in her voice, and I let out a huff of breath. She smiles. “I didn’t think you would.”
Kieran laughs, still in human form and walking on the other side of Adrian. “He did scare the shit out of them, though.” Before Goldie can respond, Kieran leaps into the air, onto Adrian’s back, snuggling his naked body up against Goldie and wrapping his arms around her.
Adrian growls at the added weight on his back, but to him, it truly feels like no more than a fly. We generally don’t allow ourselves to be ridden like pack mules, but when his growl settles into more of a purr at Goldie’s giggles with Kieran, I can see that Adrian is enjoying the moment.
Kieran brushes his hand over Goldie’s face, the shadow of a bruise on her cheek. “Does it hurt? I am sorry we didn’t get there before he put his hands on you, Goldie.” Kieran’s voice has an edge to it, and I know he is wishing we could murder Thomas all over again, because I’m doing the same.
Goldie shakes her head. “You got there just in time. And he slaps like a little bitch.”
I chuff at her, laughter filling my insides at her crass words, and Kieran’s loud laugh fills the air. “I bet he does. We’ll put a salve on it when we get home, just to soothe some of the ache. And perhaps a nice long dip in the hot tub.”
Kieran’s hands move over her body, massaging her shoulders, her legs, every inch of her.
She’s wearing a hideous wedding dress, and it carries Weston’s scent.
I lean toward them and take the hem between my teeth and tug sharply.
The dress tears, part of the skirt ripping off to reveal more of her toned legs. Goldie yelps in surprise.
“Dang, Marcus, I know it’s not a pretty dress, but tell me how you really feel,” Goldie teases.
Kieran chuckles. “Even though you look stunning no matter what you wear, it’s not just the ugly dress he doesn’t like. It smells like Weston.”
Her eyes go round. “Oh. Gross. Get it off me.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Kieran smirks and begins unlacing the corset and ripping the dress from her body. Beneath the dress, she wears a lacy white bra and a matching thong. Kieran drags his nose over her flesh, biting at her bra strap. “This stinks too.”
Goldie giggles at his teasing tone. “Best remove it then. The only smell I want on my skin is yours. And Adrian and Marcus. My three little bears.”
Adrian growls at her words, and Kieran laughs, voicing what Adrian and I both feel. “Who are you calling little, sweetness? Sounds like someone’s holes need to be filled, lest she forgets what having three very large shifters feels like.”
Goldie moans when Kieran extends a single claw to tear away the lacy lingerie. He uses one hand to tease her pink nipples and the other dips between her legs. Adrian growls, the sound more erotic than angry, and I know he can also smell Goldie’s sweet arousal thickening the air around us.
“She’s already soaked for us, brothers,” Kieran purrs. His fingers disappear between her legs, and her back arches with her next moan. “That’s it, Goldie, see how well you take my fingers? You were made for us.”
She lets out a mewl of pleasure, rolling her hips. “Yes. More, please.”
Kieran’s muscular arm circles her waist, holding her in place while his fingers bring her to ruin. “Come for me, sweetness. Let’s coat Adrian’s fur in your juices.” His voice is rough with desire.
I can barely hold myself together when Goldie’s moans turn to screams, echoing in the forest as we walk back to the cabin. When she shouts his name and her scent becomes too strong to resist, I shift into human form.
“I can’t wait,” I stand beside Adrian’s bear form and hold out my arms to Goldie. “Get over here, cub. I need to fucking feel you, or I’ll go insane.”
Kieran gently lifts Goldie, and the petite woman falls easily into my arms. Kieran hops down next, and as soon as he does, Adrian shifts as well. His hard dick bobs against his stomach.
“Fuck I was about to go mad,” Adrian snarls, cupping Goldie’s face and planting a kiss on her forehead. “I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the feeling of your bare pussy grinding into my fur, though, little lamb.”
My dick aches at his words, and I need to fill my mate before I go insane. And not just me. Daddy bear mode engaged, I bark out orders to the others. “Kieran, on the ground.”
The young brown bear listens without question, lying down on the soft grass of the clearing.
The sun is shining overhead, and the forest is buzzing with life.
This is the world I thrive in, surrounded by the people I love most. With Goldie still in my arms, I carry her over to Kieran and kneel between his legs to place her over him, facing me.
She smiles at me, allowing me to move her body just where I want it. “Tell Kieran how much you want his dick, Goldie. Tell him you need that tight ass filled.”
Her eyes dilate, and she whimpers when Kieran fists his shaft and rubs the head of his dick through her soaked pussy. “Please, Kieran, my ass misses you.”
He chuckles, positioning himself beneath her. “Good fucking girl, our Goldie.”
With her legs bent at the knee and draped over my forearms, she is completely at our mercy. I easily hold her weight from this position, and her slender fingers dig into my biceps when Kieran inches his way inside her. Her lips pop open into a perfect circle, an erotic sound escaping her throat.
“Look at that pretty mouth,” Adrian murmurs, stepping in close to us and turning Goldie’s head to face him. “Do you want my cock, little lamb?”
Goldie whimpers with a nod, Kieran now fully seated in her ass. “Yes, I need to taste you.”
My own dick leaks pre-cum at her words. She is so fucking perfect for us. Shuffling in closer to her body, I growl to get her attention before Adrian can fill her mouth. “First, you’re going to take my dick and fill that pretty cunt.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her smile turns feral, as if she is no longer a delicate human, but a wild animal in her own right.
It’s hot as hell, and I doubt any of us will last long here.
With my own arms full of her, and my hands gripping her thighs to keep her body in position, Goldie moves at a teasingly slow pace, stroking my dick several times before guiding it to her entrance.
Not able to wait another moment, I thrust my hips forward and fill her perfect pussy.
I can feel Kieran’s length, and I set a slow, deep pace for us both. Goldie moans, her head falling back.
“My turn,” Adrian murmurs, wrapping a hand around her throat. Goldie opens her mouth eagerly, and he instantly slides his dick between her lips. He growls, his eyes closing. “Fuck you feel so good, Goldie. So fucking perfect.”
Our movements are in sync; a perfect rhythm ignites between the three of us to give Goldie every ounce of pleasure she can take, and she takes it. The erotic sounds emanating from her chest fuel my arousal, and my dick swells inside her.
I bring my lips to the shell of her ear and nibble, maintaining my pace. “Our sweet, Goldie, our mate.” She preens, her body shuddering and tightening. “That’s it, little cub. Let go. Come for us.”
As if her body needs to obey my commands, she does.
Her pussy grips my dick as she tries to scream, nearly choking on Adrian’s length filling her throat.
Kieran roars, and I can feel his dick throb as he fills her tight hole.
My own orgasm crashes through my body with the force of a hurricane.
Adrian finishes last, his groans erratic and his hips jerk when his release comes, and Goldie swallows every drop of his seed greedily.
The forest sings with life around us, our heavy breaths filling the air.
My primal urge to mark Goldie still hums in my chest. I pull out of her slowly, Kieran does the same, and I move one arm under her legs as I stand, cradling the love of my life to my chest. I begin walking in the direction of our car.
Adrian and Kieran walk beside us, a happy silence coming over our group.
Goldie snuggles into my chest, her fingers teasing at the smattering of chest hair. “I would go through all that hell again if it means I get fucked like that after every time.”
Kieran and Adrian both laugh, and I roll my eyes, a stupid grin on my face. “You’re absurd, cub.” I kiss her forehead. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up.”
“Perhaps we can come up with some kind of role play?” Kieran ponders aloud. “It will look suspicious if you keep getting kidnapped, and we have to kill people.”
Adrian growls. “No more getting kidnapped. But I will happily chase you through the woods and hunt you down, little lamb.”
Goldie giggles in my arms. “Sold.”
The silly grin on my face remains, and love swells in my heart for these people. The piece of my soul that always felt empty was gone, and in its place is Goldie. My family is finally whole again, and I will never tire of this new life we share.