Page 30 of Shared by the Werebears (Hidden Hollow #5)

GOLDIE

I lit the last candle and watched the bluish flame flicker and catch, casting shadows that danced across the red walls of the Lust Hut.

The potion was nearly finished. It simmered in the small cauldron Goody A had loaned us, glowing faintly violet with streaks of molten gold swirling through it. I thought it looked like it already knew what was coming—like it was waiting for the final act of magic to bring it to life.

The final ingredient… was us.

I turned and looked at the two men who had changed my whole life in such a short time. My Bears…my lovers…my Heartmates. Or they soon would be, if we went through with this.

Finn stood naked by the head of the bed—his wide shoulders relaxed, his green eyes warm and waiting—eager.

His cock was already hard and dark with need, standing thick and proud between his muscular thighs.

He smiled at me, and his expression was so open…

so full of love and trust that my chest ached.

Oh yes, Finn was mine for the taking and I wanted him.

I wanted Ronan too, but he was clearly more reluctant.

He stood at the foot of the bed, still half-clothed, shirt off but jeans clinging to his hips like armor he didn’t want to give up.

He looked like a storm barely held in check.

His jaw was tight and his muscles were taut with tension.

His dark eyes were almost glowing with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

But he was here. I’d been worried earlier when he had left the Lust Hut for a few minutes to “clear his head” that he wouldn’t return. But he had, and now we were ready to go.

I stood before my two guys, barefoot on the rune-etched floor, completely naked—“sky-clad” is the term we witches use for total nudity during a ritual.

I had stripped in silence while they watched, tension winding tight between them.

I was very aware of the whisper of lust wending its way through the hut, flirting with my hair and teasing my nipples to tightness.

The Succubus side of me was hungry for this—aching to take them both and make them mine.

But we had to do this the right way.

“It’s time,” I said softly to both of them. “Now.” I looked at Ronan. “Strip.”

He obeyed, jerking his jeans down, then toeing off his boots. Finn and I watched and I felt the desire begin to grow between the three of us. What we were about to do was magic. Not just in the sexy, slippery sense, but real, deep, soul-binding magic.

And I was going to guide them through it.

When both of them were bare before me, I beckoned for them to come stand in front of me.

I stepped closer and ran my hands down their chests.

Finn was golden and smooth, like a sunbeam made flesh.

Ronan was rougher, darker—corded muscle under skin that bore scars from a lifetime of battles.

Both of them radiated the Were heat I had come to love so much during our quest together.

I wanted their warmth in my life forever.

“Stand closer together,” I murmured. “I want you side by side.”

They obeyed again, moving shoulder to shoulder. Their cocks were hard—thick and pulsing and ready. My Succubus magic shimmered beneath my skin, scenting them, tasting their arousal, craving them both.

“Closer,” I urged.

“How close do you want us? If we get any closer we’ll be fucking sword fighting,” Ronan growled.

I arched an eyebrow at him.

“Is that such a bad thing? I want to suck you both at the same time.”

“Fuck, yes!” Finn got closer at once, turning his hips inward to angle his shaft towards Ronan’s. The other Were growled but didn’t object. In fact, he put an arm around Finn’s shoulders and angled his hips as well. Soon the two broad crowns were touching.

“See—this isn’t so bad,” Finn remarked, looking down to where his cock was rubbing against Ronan’s.

“It’s fucking—” Ronan began and then I dropped to my knees and wrapped a hand around each of their shafts.

Finn hissed as I flicked my tongue over both their crowns. Ronan made a low, rumbling sound deep in his chest as he watched me taste him and his Clan mate together.

“Fuck, little witch,” he groaned. “Why is it so fucking hot to watch you taste us both at the same time?”

“ Goldie …” Finn moaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “That feels so good.”

I pulled back for just a moment.

“See why I needed you together?”

Then I went back to my task, stroking them slowly, deliberately, as I tilted my head and opened my mouth wide.

I didn’t take them both in completely—my mouth wasn’t made for that.

But I did my best, swirling my tongue around both leaking shafts, tasting their salty precum and feeling my body heat with desire as I teased them.

At the same time, my hands were stroking in rhythm, feeding the desire growing between us .

They groaned in stereo—two deep, needy sounds of male pleasure. The sounds sent shivers of desire down my spine. God, I wanted them!

“Fuck, baby, that’s…that’s so good,” Finn whispered, his eyes fixed on my mouth as I licked them.

Ronan didn’t speak again, but his breath was coming hard and fast. I could feel his restraint like a wire pulled taut. Despite the pleasure and lust he was feeling, he was still afraid—still holding back.

It was time to do something about that.

I rose slowly, licking my lips as I stood.

“Bed,” I said softly. “Go to the bed.”

Finn obeyed first, sitting down on the edge of the big, sturdy bed in the center of the Lust Hut. It had thick wooden posts and reinforced slats. There were also chains on each corner and cuffs on the headboard, wrapped in padded leather.

I was waiting but Ronan hesitated. I could feel his fear…his uncertainty.

I went to him.

“You’re afraid,” I said, pressing my body against his, rubbing my breasts against his broad chest. “Afraid you’ll Shift.”

His jaw flexed.

“I can’t help it, Goldie. If I lose control?—”

“You won’t,” I murmured. “Because I’m going to help you.”

“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows. “And how the fuck are you going to do that?”

I walked over to the bed, reached up, and took one of the magical cuffs from the headboard. The leather was lined with spell-stitched silk, the runes on the inside designed to restrain even a Shifter in mid-transformation.

“These will hold you,” I told him, showing him the special runes. “Even if you start to Shift. Even if the Bear tries to come out.”

He stared at me, his dark eyes burning.

“And if we do this,” he said roughly. “If Finn and I Bond with you… that’s forever. ”

“I know.” I reached up and stroked his cheek. “But if you hate it…if it hurts you later…we’ll find a way to break the Bond. I swear it.”

He hesitated another beat. Then he gave a single, sharp nod.

“Then cuff me, sweetheart,” he said. “Before I change my mind.”

I smiled.

“It will be my pleasure. I’ve always enjoyed being on top.”

I guided Ronan to the bed and gently pressed him down. He sat, then leaned back obediently against the headboard as I lifted his wrists one at a time and fastened the magical cuffs. They clicked into place with a subtle shimmer of silver magic, the runes glowing faintly against his skin.

“Still okay?” I murmured, brushing my fingers along his bristly jaw.

His dark eyes were wild—full of heat, fear, and yearning. But he nodded.

“Do it,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I trust you.”

My heart clenched. To hear those words from him meant so much to me. He’d been suspicious of me from the first. To know that I had earned his trust made my heart so full it nearly overflowed.

“Oh, Ronan…” I pressed a kiss to his lips, soft and lingering.

Ronan kissed me back and I felt his urgency to be inside me. Finn had felt the pleasure of my pussy wrapped around his cock back in The Clearing of Echoes, but Ronan had yet to fuck me.

Well, I was about to change that.

Finn was watching us, his eyes half-lidded with need and desire. He stroked himself slowly, his cock flushed and full, his breath coming hard as he watched me kiss Ronan. At last I came up for air.

“Soon, Finn,” I told him. “First I have to see to Ronan.”

He nodded.

“Go ahead—I can wait.”

“Good. Now, let’s see…” I straddled Ronan’s hips, allowing the head of his shaft to brush between my outer lips. Mmm, that was nice. But it was going to get a whole lot nicer.

“Goldie…” Ronan groaned as I took his cock in one hand, guiding hi m to my entrance. I was already slick—Succubus slick. No prep needed, no hesitation. My magic wanted this. Needed it.

And so did I.

I sank down onto him with a long sigh, my eyes fluttering shut as I took him in inch by inch. He was thick—I could feel my inner walls stretching to take him—but it didn’t hurt. It just felt incredibly right to finally have him inside me.

Ronan groaned and thrust upward. He filled me so deep it made me moan as he bottomed out inside me. I rocked my hips, taking him even deeper, and his whole body flexed beneath me, restrained only by the cuffs that held his hands above his head.

“Fuck…” he panted, his voice ragged. “You feel… you feel like heaven. So tight and wet…”

“Just relax now,” I purred. “Let me ride you. Let me take care of you.”

I rolled my hips, taking him slowly at first and then faster, letting the rhythm of my magic guide me.

“God… Fuck!” Ronan’s head fell back, jaw tight as he tried to stay in control, to keep his Bear in check, but he didn’t have to worry. The cuffs did their job, shimmering with every restrained surge of power. But now it was time for more.

“Finn,” I said, looking over my shoulder. “Come here, baby. I need you, too.”

He crawled onto the bed behind me.

“Where do you want me? What do you want me to do?”

“Put yourself inside me.” I nodded down at my ass. “Don’t worry—I don’t need any prep. My magic will take care of everything—just fill me.”

“God, Goldie…”

His hands were gentle as he gripped my hips. He leaned in and kissed my back, my shoulders, the curve of my spine. His mouth was hot and sweet on my bare flesh and I could feel his affection for me flowing between us. Then I felt him guiding the thick head of his cock to my rosebud.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmured. But as he started to press inside, he made a little noise of surprise. “God—you’re so ready for me!”

“I know,” I whispered. “It’s my Succubus magic. Do it, Finn—fuck me. I want to be full of both of you.”

My magic welcomed him, easing the way as he slid deeper and deeper. I was soaked and ready—lubricated by the essence of my own lust, by the magic spell itself. There was no pain, only fullness and an overwhelming sense of rightness as he slid all the way inside.

Then I could feel the two of them, rubbing against each other, filling me… fucking me.

“Oh, yes… yes …” I moaned, my voice breaking. I had never felt so full! But Goddess, it was amazing. Having both of them so deep inside me…loving them both so intimately at the same time. I never wanted it to end.

“God, Goldie—you’re even tighter now,” Ronan growled. “And I can feel Finn fucking you.”

“I can feel you too, Clan mate,” Finn groaned. “Feels so fucking good to share her—to share the woman we both want.”

“It does,” Ronan admitted. “I don’t know why.”

“Because you love each other,” I said, speaking to both of them. “You care for each other deeply—how can it be wrong to share pleasure together when you’ve shared everything else in this life?”

My only answer were two deep, male groans. I leaned forward, rubbing a nipple against Ronan’s mouth and he took it immediately, sucking hard while Finn reached around to tug and twist my other nipple. Goddess, it felt so good I couldn’t hold still any longer!

Sandwiched between them, I began to move—grinding and rocking, matching the rhythm of both their thrusts. Ronan was deep in my pussy, his wrists straining against the cuffs with each upward thrust, while Finn filled my ass from behind, his chest slick against my back, his hands firm on my waist .

“That’s right, baby,” he breathed in my ear. “That’s right—take us both. God, it feels so good to fuck you with my Clan mate!”

“Fuck me deep!” I moaned, writhing between them. “Need to feel both of you in me as deep as you can go! Can’t wait to feel you filling me with your cum!”

We moved together, the three of us—one being with three hearts. I felt all their love and affection for me and I poured my own love back into them, creating a loop every bit as potent as the one we’d had in The Clearing of Echoes.

We were working hard for our pleasure and the magic responded—I felt it as the Heartmate Bond began to form—threading between our bodies like golden light. I could see it in the corner of my vision, flickering and shining, pulling tighter with each shared moan, each thrust, each kiss.

The cauldron beside the bed bubbled wildly, the steam growing thicker and sweeter. Magic sparked in the air—hot and golden, laced with the scent of sex, Succubus desire, and tinged with the wildness of Werebear lust.

We were close. All three of us. I could feel the impending orgasm like lightning about to strike. This was going to be intense .

“God, Goldie…can’t hold out much longer,” Ronan growled. “Need to come in you—need to fill your tight little pussy with my cum!”

“And I need to fill your ass. You’re so tight—I’m so fucking close!” Finn moaned.

“I…I’m close too,” I panted. “But for this to work, the three of us need to come together. So come with me!”

I reached between us to stroke my clit, giving the needy little button the extra bit of stimulation it needed. I felt myself tilting over the edge.

“ Now ,” I moaned. “Come with me now and form the Heartmate Bond!”

And then it happened .

Finn grunted, his rhythm breaking. Ronan threw back his head and roared. And both of them thrust as deep as they could inside me and began to come.

Liquid heat filled me as they spurted deep in my pussy and ass. My own orgasm broke as well and I shattered between them, crying out helplessly as the Heartmate Bond exploded into light—white-hot ecstasy that lit my entire being from the inside out and tied the three of us together for all time.

But even before the last wave of pleasure could fade or the Bond we had formed could fully seal, the air was torn apart by a furious, inhuman roar.

I jerked my head around, startled by the blood-freezing sound. To my horror, the door of the Lust Hut suddenly blew open with a deafening crack .

Standing in the doorway was a grizzly bear the size of a truck, his fur silvered at the temples, his eyes wild with fury and grief and something darker.

For a moment I was at a loss…then I understood. This was the third of the Werebear Clan—the leader. The one who had been lost.

Thorne.

He had found us and now we were all going to die.