Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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.