Page 21 of Shared by the Werebears (Hidden Hollow #5)

GOLDIE

T he Clearing of Echoes was unlike anything I had ever seen.

It didn’t feel like a place made for mortals, not really.

The trees circled tight and close around it, their trunks twisted in agony or ecstasy—it was hard to tell which.

Moonlight spilled like liquid silver across the soft, mossy floor, dappling stones that shimmered faintly in the milky brilliance.

It felt as though the glade itself remembered every footstep, every gasp, every scream of pain or pleasure that had ever echoed through it.

It was alive , and it was watching us . Or rather… she was.

Locasta hadn’t followed us in, but I could feel her out there, part of the forest, her awareness woven through bark and bramble. Her hunger for our offering curled through the air like smoke. She was waiting.

We needed to do this now.

Ronan stood stiff beside me, his shoulders like stone. He said nothing but his mouth was set in a tight line.

Finn looked equally tense, but when I reached for his hand, he didn’t pull away. His fingers tightened around mine, warm and rough and reassuring.

“She’s in the trees,” I whispered. “She’s already listening. ”

“We have to mean it,” Finn murmured. “Every bit of it. All the way.”

“Yes.” I turned to look up at him. “Can you do that with me? Let it be real?”

His answer was a kiss.

It was slow and searching, his lips brushing mine like he was asking, Are you sure? And my answering moan told him yes—yes to everything he wanted. To everything we both wanted.

I opened to him and he devoured me, his hands sliding up to cup my face, then lower, until he was tugging at the hem of my fuzzy black sweater. I let him strip it over my head, baring my breasts to the chilly night air. Finn cupped them in his big, warm hands.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Goldie,” he breathed, tracing his thumbs lightly over my nipples. They went tight instantly and I gasped at the feeling—no, at the amplification of it. Everything was more here. The pleasure doubled, tripled, spilled back into me like a feedback loop.

I realized this was the Clearing’s magic—our offering would be magnified, echoing into the forest, into Locasta.

This was why it was called the “Clearing of Echoes”—because it echoed and magnified all the emotions…

all the pain and pleasure and need that were spilled here were amplified a hundredfold.

I undid Finn’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms, letting my fingers trail along the hard muscles of his broad chest. I wanted him naked.

Needed to feel him. His heat. His hunger for me.

My Succubus half was nearly drowning in delight—the amplification effect was a dream come true for the side of me that was always hungry and never quite satisfied.

He pulled me down with him onto the mossy floor, where petals bloomed under our bodies, bursting open from the magic of our shared heat. I had never seen anything like it—the clearing didn’t just amplify our emotions—it actually showed physical proof of them. It was enchanting.

But I was in too much need to be enchanted just then .

I straddled Finn, grinding on him slowly, still clothed from the waist down but aching to feel him in me.

Behind us, Ronan hadn’t moved. He was watching. I could feel the weight of his guilt and desire pressing against my back like a weighted blanket.

“It’s okay,” I said softly, over my shoulder. “Just watch for now, if you need to. You’ll join us later—I know you will.”

But for now, I turned back to Finn. He was already hard beneath me, his cock straining against his jeans. I reached between us to free him, and he groaned as I took his hot, hard length in my hand.

The sensation—his pleasure— rushed through me like strong wine. I gasped, arching back, my body already rocking instinctively, consumed with the need to be filled.

“Fuck, Goldie,” Finn groaned. “You feel that too? The power? The need?”

“Yes. God, yes…”

I stripped out of my jeans and panties, baring myself to the night and the eyes in the woods I couldn’t see but felt everywhere.

I’ve never been shy about being watched.

In fact, you might say I’m kind of an exhibitionist, so the knowledge that we were being observed heightened my arousal rather than diminishing it.

My thighs were already slick—wet with my juices.

My body was primed for sex by magic and arousal and connection.

I didn’t take Finn inside me. Not yet. First, I leaned down to kiss my way down his chest, pausing to circle the tight copper coins of his nipples with my tongue.

He groaned again, louder this time, and his hips bucked beneath me.

His pleasure buzzed in my blood, heating me, pushing me to the edge just from feeling his desire.

Goddess, I couldn’t believe I was already so close! I was probably going to have multiple orgasms tonight—which was exactly what we needed to pay Locasta back for the pain the guys had caused her.

I paused for a moment between his thighs to taste his cock. It was long and thick and hard just for me. I took just the head between my lips, running my tongue over the slit at the tip, tasting his precum—it was salty and delicious. I wanted more but not now…now I needed something else.

I moved back up and guided Finn’s cock between my thighs, not entering, just sliding him through my slick folds. His head fell back.

“ Fuck , that’s good—Goldie…”

I smiled at him.

“You like it when I take charge, Finn?”

His eyes were hazy with desire.

“Yeah, I…I think I do.”

“Good. Because I want to come like this,” I whispered in his ear. “Just like this—no penetration. Just you…rubbing against me… feeling me while I’m feeling you.”

“Whatever you want,” he gasped. “ Anything .”

“We’re going to go slow,” I told him and looked over my shoulder at Ronan. “Come watch us,” I invited, my voice a sultry purr. “Watch me rub against Finn…rub my pussy against his cock until I come.”

A low groan came from the big Were’s throat but he didn’t protest. He came closer, looking down, watching the action.

And there was plenty of action for him to watch—it was perfect.

Our hips moved together, slow and grinding, both of us moaning as the delicious friction pushed us higher and higher.

Every pulse of Finn’s cock against my clit sent sparks through me.

And every one of my sparks poured right back into him.

The loop grew hotter and hotter and our pleasure rose higher and higher.

And then I felt her . Locasta.

She was inside me somehow—inside us —tasting the waves of pleasure we were creating.

The Clearing of Echoes responded too. The moss turned dewy under our skin and flowers bloomed all around us.

They swayed in time with our rhythm and my breath came in moans which Finn echoed.

His name…my name…no shame, no hiding. We were the offe ring—we were giving in to the moment, giving in to the pleasure—pouring it into each other and into the demi-goddess who watched as well.

Finn’s hands gripped my hips. His mouth found my breasts again, kissing…

sucking. He drew my nipples deep into his hot mouth as I rode him, switching between them as I cried out, weaving my fingers through his hair, clutching his head to my chest. The feedback loop doubled again—oh God, I was going to come soon!

Somewhere behind us, Ronan made a low, agonized sound. The sound of a man trying not to give in.

“Ronan…” I gasped, eyes half-lidded, body trembling.

His voice came out rough and hoarse.

“I can feel you…feel Finn. I can feel everything. Fuck. I can’t… I want you but I can’t Goldie!”

But I knew he would. The Clearing would see to that.

“Keep watching,” I panted. Then held out a hand to him. “Come here—touch me while I come. I’m so close, Ronan…”

Again he looked uncertain, but he didn’t refuse. Instead he took my hand in his, forming a three-way connection between me and him and Finn.

And then I felt it overcoming me—my first orgasm of the night. I moaned helplessly while it rushed through me, sending tingles of sensation through my entire body, which in turn rushed through both Finn and Ronan.

Finn groaned and I felt his cock throb against me as his cum pulsed out, coating my inner pussy. Yet, he remained hard and I knew he’d be ready to go again as soon as I was—the magic of the Clearing would make it possible.

Ronan didn’t come but I felt his pleasure and his need even more sharply. He was going to join us now—I was sure of it. I just needed to make it happen.

“Ronan,” I begged softly. “Please—we need you.”

Still, he held back. I knew what he needed, though—a better view .

“Finn,” I murmured in his ear. “Finn, I want to change things around. I want you to take me from behind.”

“Inside this time, you mean?” he asked hopefully. “I love rubbing against you, Goldie, but I really need to fuck you.”

“Yes, fuck me.” I climbed off his lap and arranged myself on my hands and knees. The moss was soft under my fingers and the wildflowers tickled my naked body.

Finn came around to kneel behind me and I looked up and caught Ronan’s eyes.

“Watch us,” I invited softly. “Watch Finn take me—watch him fuck me.”

And then I felt the broad head of Finn’s cock find the entrance of my pussy and he was thrusting deep inside me, filling me at last.

I threw back my head and moaned as my pleasure overflowed. As a Succubus, this was what I loved the most—deep, pounding penetration. Finn was inexperienced but eager—he soon had a steady rhythm going inside me that had my bare breasts swaying with every deep thrust.

I moaned as I looked up at Ronan again.

“Finn and I need you—join us!” I begged.