Page 15 of Shared by the Werebears (Hidden Hollow #5)

“Well…all right,” he growled. “But if he’s going to do it, he’d better do it right.” He looked at Finn. “First you need to get her clothes all the way off. Give yourself room to work. ”

Finn didn’t hesitate this time—he pushed himself up and slid down my body, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans.

He pulled them down over my hips with slow, reverent hands, like he was unwrapping something precious.

My panties went with them, and suddenly I was bare from the waist down, spread open between them.

I loved the feeling of the two, muscular male bodies bracketing my own—they made me feel delicate and beautiful. The way they were looking at me, I could feel their hunger sizzling over my bare skin.

I felt Ronan’s breath hitch beside me—but he didn’t stop what we were doing. He wanted to watch…and Finn wanted to be watched, I thought. Oh yes, these two were quite a team, though I bet they didn’t even know it. I was pretty sure this was the first time they’d ever shared a woman in any capacity.

“Get between her legs.” Ronan’s deep voice broke the silence. “Spread her wide—let’s see that hot little pussy. See if she’s wet for us.”

I moaned softly as Finn did what he said, kneeling between my thighs, his broad shoulders splitting me wide.

“Good,” Ronan instructed. “Now use your thumbs to spread her open. I want to see her heat.”

I made no move to stop them as Finn once again obeyed orders. He parted my outer lips and I felt my cheeks heat as I looked down and saw how shiny my inner pussy was—my juices were everywhere. God, I had never felt so exposed…so helpless. Or so hot.

Finn’s eyes went wide as he took in the slick heat waiting for him. His lips parted, and I could feel the need rolling off him in waves—it matched the heat between my legs, the ache in my core.

But still, he looked unsure.

Ronan leaned forward, his voice rough and low with command.

“All right—listen up,” he growled. “Start slow. Kiss and lick the insides of her thighs first…both sides. Don’t go diving in all at once—make her wait for it.”

Finn obeyed immediately, bending to press his mouth to my right thigh, just above the knee.

His lips were warm and soft—hesitant, but so eager.

He kissed higher…then again…and again. Every brush of his mouth sent a little spark shooting through me, making my clit throb with anticipation.

Oh God, this was good…just the way I liked it.

No rushing, no selfish push to get to his own pleasure first. He was taking his time and meanwhile, Ronan was flicking my nipples, making the anticipation even greater.

Finn moved to my other thigh and kissed his way up there too, until I was twitching beneath him, hips arching off the blanket, desperate for more. God, he was killing me—and yet, I loved it.

“Don’t rush,” Ronan warned. “Make her beg for it. Then—when she’s right on the edge—use your tongue. Wide…flat… slow .”

Well, if he wanted me to beg, I could certainly oblige.

“Please, Finn!” I moaned, my thighs spreading wider as I bucked my hips again. “Please, I need you.”

A groan was torn from Finn’s throat.

“God, Goldie…can’t wait anymore.”

At last, he lowered his head and finally— finally —dragged his tongue up my slit, starting at the bottom and going all the way up.

“Oh God… yes ,” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as pleasure rushed through me.

As I had told Ronan earlier, I can’t take pleasure without giving it. As the intense sensations sparked through me, they jumped between us and the two Weres felt what I was feeling, too.

“Fuck!” Ronan growled. “What the fuck is that?”

“That is what…what being with a Succubus is like,” I panted. “If you make me feel it, you’re going to feel it too.”

“God damn.” Ronan’s deep voice was hoarse. “Do it again, Finn—lick her soft little pussy again.”

Finn didn’t have to be asked twice. He groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted—like he never wanted to stop—and then he went back to work.

His tongue was broad, hot, and slow…just the way Ronan had said.

He licked me again, then again, building a rhythm that made my hips roll to push my pussy up against his mouth .

“Good, that’s good, Finn.” Ronan’s voice was rough with desire. “Now do it again…but on the next pass, flick the tip of your tongue over her clit. Lightly .”

Finn obeyed, licking deep, then flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. I cried out—sharp and high, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders.

“Yes! Just like that,” I gasped. God, for a beginner he was excellent at this!

I had the feeling it was something he’d been dreaming of for a long time.

I had heard that Weres loved to taste their women—that they were especially good at it too.

Everything I was feeling seemed to indicate the rumor was all true.

My pleasure rolled through all three of us and I could feel Ronan’s big body getting tense beside me. He leaned down to suck one of my nipples again as he tugged the other one.

Meanwhile, Finn did it again—lick, flick, circle.

He was learning fast—picking up my reactions like a good student, adjusting every stroke based on the way I moaned, the way my body arched for him.

And of course, my pleasure was a good teacher—when I felt good, he felt good too.

So it was easy for him to know exactly which moves pleased me the most.

“Use your lips,” Ronan instructed, letting my nipple slip from his mouth for a minute. “Suck on that little bud—soft at first. Then firmer. Make her feel like you need to be there.”

Finn sealed his mouth over me and began to suck—gently, then with more pressure. Pleasure jolted through me like lightning. I felt my orgasm building—tight and hot and unstoppable, curling in my belly like a storm ready to break. Oh Goddess, when it happened I was going to come so hard.

“That’s it, I can feel it—you’re doing it right,” Ronan growled as my pleasure pulsed through all of us. “Now push your tongue deep— fuck her with it. Let her ride your mouth. Let her use you.”

Finn groaned into me again—whether from lust or from being told what to do, I wasn’t sure—but he obeyed.

His tongue slid into me, thick and hot and so eager it made my toes curl.

He thrust it in and out slowly, then faster, letting me grind against his mouth, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

My fingers had found their way into his hair and I was pulling hard—but he didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, I felt his pleasure at the small act of violence.

Apparently I wasn’t the only one who didn’t mind a little pain with their pleasure.

“Oh God—Finn— don’t stop —I’m— I’m ? — ”

But I couldn’t even finish my sentence. My orgasm tore through me, shattering every nerve ending as I came with a loud, helpless cry. My back bowed off the blankets, my thighs clamped around Finn’s head, and I shook while wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.

It was crashing through my guys, too. I could feel Finn’s orgasm, echoing my own and then Ronan growled,

“Fuck—gonna cum!” at the same time.

Finn didn’t stop, though—not until I tugged gently at his hair, finally too sensitive to take any more.

“Please,” I gasped. “Oh God, that was good, Finn but I can’t…can’t take it!”

He looked up at me with wet lips and wide, dazed eyes.

“You want me to stop?”

“Just for now.”

I stroked his hair lovingly. He’d tasted me so well and I was still trembling, flushed and panting— full in a way that wasn’t just physical.

Ronan was watching me like he didn’t know whether to kiss me or claim me. His jaw was clenched, his golden eyes glowing with heat even though I had felt him come.

“Never felt anything like that before,” he growled. “How the fuck did you do that? I came in my fucking jeans!”

I gave him a small, satisfied smile.

“I told you—I can’t help it. When I ‘feed’ on pleasure, I give it back, too. Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

I didn’t need to ask—I knew damn well that he had .

Ronan didn’t answer. He moved away from me, muttering something about cleaning up.

“If I know Goody A’s magic, there will probably be a change of clothes for both of you in the morning,” I told him. “In the meantime, why don’t you get all the way undressed and come back to bed?”

I wanted the three of us to be naked together. Though my appetite was satiated for now, I knew how fast I could get hungry again. And clothes just get in the way.

“Well…” Ronan began uncertainly.

“All right.” Finn was already shucking off his jeans and using them to clean up. He discarded them in a crumpled ball at the foot of the pallets and slid back in beside me.

“Come here…” I reached up and tugged him down for a kiss. I loved the flavor of my own secret juices on his lips. I licked him, cleaning his mouth thoroughly as he groaned and kissed me back. Then I turned to Ronan, who was also naked now and sliding in on my other side.

He had a hairy chest, I noted—not too much hair—just enough. I liked it.

“Suppose you want to give me a ‘goodnight kiss’ too,” he growled.

“Only if you want me to.” I slipped my arms around his neck and pressed my bare breasts to his broad chest. Already I could feel my hunger rising again but I was tired too—it had been a long day and I had spent most of it on my feet. I needed to rest. But a kiss first wouldn’t hurt.

Ronan answered me by claiming my mouth in a searing kiss that took my breath away. Goddess, he was good . I could understand now how he’d learned the technique he’d been teaching Finn when he instructed him how to go down on me.

I kissed him back, moaning softly into his mouth as I let myself melt against him. When the kiss broke at last, we were both panting.

“Mmm…that was nice.” I gave the big Were a flirtatious wink. “See? I’m not so bad once you get to know me. ”

“No…I guess not,” was his grudging reply. “But this isn’t something we usually do. I mean, Weres don’t share women…don’t share mates.”

“You’re not sharing right now,” I pointed out. I turned my head to look at Finn who was hanging back. “Get closer—my back is cold.”

He obliged at once, pressing against me until I felt like the filling in a muscular Were sandwich.

I gave a contented sigh. It felt incredibly right. Like I was meant to be there, between them.

“Mmm, thank you both for a delicious night,” I murmured and yawned. “But I think we’d better get to sleep now.”

“As if we could sleep after that,” Ronan growled, but I could feel a sense of lazy contentment coming from him.

Finn was a little more on edge—he would have been happy to go again.

Now that we’d all three been intimate together, their emotions were much more clear to me—I was attuned to them both.

But for now, Finn’s desire would have to wait—I was exhausted.

“Good night, boys,” I murmured and the last word ended in a yawn.

I don’t know if they answered me—sleep was already dragging me under as I lay cocooned in the shelter of their arms.