TAKING ON FOUR SHIFTERS (Steamy Werebear Shifter BBW FMMMM Menage Romance) by Willow Wilde Read Free Book Online

clit. Quivering with passion, I clamped my legs around his shoulders as he continued to stimulate me, finding room for another finger beside the first. Indicative of his experience, his fingertips effortlessly found my g-spot. The shifter pulled his face free and began to run circles against my clit with the thumb of his free hand. I felt his lips pressing against my thighs, kissing along my body as he carefully manipulated my wet, slick chasm like a fine-tuned instrument, before finally pulling everything free, holding my thighs firmly against his head, and burrowing his tongue deep inside me.
     
    I could barely concentrate as my hands instinctively clasped around the heads of the shifters sucking on my breasts. The shifter in my mouth repositioned himself, sitting against my face as he held himself steady with one hand — controlled the speed of my lips on his shaft — with the other clutching my hair.
     
    The sensations that rocked my body were more incredible than anything I had ever felt before. It felt like every last inch of me was being serviced by the shifters, with their bodies eagerly satiating me beyond belief.
     
    And yet, I needed more.
     
    So far, the passion between us had been tinder, the build-up to a slow and steady fire. But that gradual, rising fire was now a roaring flame of undying need — and it was clear that the mounting blaze was not just inside my loins. My shifter partners were growing rougher now, their animalistic natures bubbling to the surface in a cacophony of rugged, collective need. They started to snarl at one another, until I realized the truth.
     
    They were competing .
     
    Patrick and Lionel were fiercely clenching their teeth at one another, while a snarl started deep in Darren’s throat. But a roar among them turned all heads as Grizz knelt in front, the others forced aside out of sheer presence. Grasping his cock, still slick with my saliva, he lined it up with the drenched entrance to my hot, ready pussy.
     
    He was the alpha, and he intended to make me his before the others.
     
    Frizz pushed the purple, engorged helmet of his mighty erection into my slit, and my ankles parted to grant him proper access. Grasping them in his thick, calloused hands, he slid my hips closer in the furs, impaling me upon the scepter of his rugged, rock-hard passion. My lips quivered in a throaty moan as my body easily adjusted to his girth, even as it stretched my inner walls to their limits.
     
    “You belong to me first,” Grizz growled into my neck with a passionate bite. “Will you submit?”
     
    “Oh god, yes…” I murmured in response as he powered his hips into mine in a mighty clash, hilting his entire length into me.
     
    I had dedicated half my life to wiping shifters off of the Earth. Now that I knew the truth, I was dropping every last inhibition I had — letting a pack of them completely claim me.
     
    While the others hung around, pacing impatiently with the sweaty musk of our sex permeating the air, Grizz commanded my body in his rugged grasp. He pulled me up into his lap and forced me to rock my hips, his hands dictating a steady, swift rhythm that flooded my mind with pleasure. Meeting the descent of my thick thighs with the crushing might of his sculpted body, I felt his fingers clench into my skin, mixing pain into my pleasure.
     
    Before long, a bobbing cock fell into my peripheral, and I gratefully accepted it into my empty mouth. It was Darren who had taken control over my head, grasping me firmly by a handful of hair as he pistons my lips up and down his thick, juicy cock. The musk filled my nostrils as his shaft filled my mouth, pushing the helmet down into my throat. He was more daring than they had been during the cock-sucking roulette, and demanded more of me now — and more of my throat in particular. With his animal side dictating his need to dominate, he planned to claim every inch of me that he could — and that meant my lips crashing against the base