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My eyes fell to the enormous bulge in Zandren’s pants for a moment before I dragged them back to his face. “A very adorable bear from England that loves marmalade and wears a blue duffle coat and red bucket hat.”

He scowled at Maxar. “Yeah, I heard you.”

I was too nervous to ask what he thought.

Maxar was the wild card, up for anything with zero hard limits. Zandren was a cranky, possessive bear with a jealous streak. They really hadn’t known each other that long. Were they ready to share me like this?

Wiping his hand over his mouth, he shoved Maxar out of the way, not roughly, but with enough force to make the mage nearly lose his balance. Then he stretched his mighty oak of a body over mine, pushing me down to my back, and lifting my arms over my head. Balancing his body on one hand, he reached between us with the other and pushed his pants down, fishing out his monster cock. “Spread those thighs, Little One.”

Smiling up at him, I obeyed. He slid into my already soaked and primed body with complete ease, filling me up so perfectly a sob caught in my throat.

“What about me?” Maxar asked, standing there with his cock hardening again in his palm.

“What about you?” Zandren grunted, beginning to thrust in and out of me.

“She wants us both.”

I was having a hard time seeing straight. Zandren pounded me hard into the training room floor, and my second orgasm was already climbing the ladder to the top again.

I rallied my remaining brain cells and nipped at Zandren’s chin playfully. “Pooh Bear, if you’re not ready, that’s fine. But we can’t exclude.”

Continuing to move his hips, sliding the head of his cock so exquisitely against my G-spot that I thought I might pass out, he glared down at me. “Where do you want him?”

I bit my lip in thought.

“Let her ride you, man, and I’ll eat her ass,” Maxar offered. “I have a craving for a nice tossed salad, anyway.”

My mouth dropped open, and I just stared at him.

The gutter-minded mage grinned like a Cheshire cat back at me. “Come on, babe. Tell Paddington to get on his back. You ride him like the queen you are and let me eat that ass until you scream.”

My pussy fluttered around Zandren’s cock at Maxar’s filthy poetics. I lifted my gaze to my bear and tilted my head again.

His brows pinched, and he stared down at me with an intensity that probably would have made anybody else cower, but it just turned me on even more. I loved my grumpy bear.

Finally, as I waited there, pinned beneath him, getting hammered into the floor, and growing closer and closer to climax with each one of his talented hip dips, he nodded.

Excitement rushed through me, and if he hadn’t pulled out at that moment, I would have come on the spot.

Zandren flipped over to his back. I climbed on and leaned over him, sticking my ass in the air. I sunk down, taking my big, burly bear inside me again. Maxar probably had to be on his belly between Zandren’s legs in order for this to work. And when I slid into my bear’s mind, he knew that was the case too. He didn’t seem nearly as against it as I thought he might be. More resigned to the situation than emphatically opposed.

I groaned when Maxar’s tongue slid up my crease. The tremble from the erotic intrusion made me tighten myself around Zandren and a very guttural croon bubbled up from my chest. Then my mage started to twirl his tongue around and around, probing at my tight hole, then flicking my crease. I was now sprinting up that ladder.

I rode Zandren’s cock like I was at a country bar and determined to win the mechanical bull riding championship. Every cell, every molecule, every atom in my body hummed with the need to come. With the excitement of being withtwoof my mates.

“Want my cock in your ass, beautiful?” Maxar asked before sweeping histongue around my hole again. “So we can fill you up the way you want.”

“Better do it soon, she’s close,” Zandren grunted out, gripping my ass cheeks in his big, strong hands and helping me rock up and down his length.

Maxar gave one final sweep up my crease, and with Zandren holding my cheeks apart, Maxar did that thing that drove me wild the first time we had sex—in Kenvin’s kitchen. He spit.

And this time, it was directly into my asshole.

Fucking hell.

The way it dripped down, mixing with my pussy juice, had me groaning shamelessly into Zandren’s shoulder.

He used his finger to spread it around, gathering some extra lubrication from my pussy.