Page 6 of Shared by the Werebears (Hidden Hollow #5)

GOLDIE

I could scarcely believe my luck. The lust tea had brought me not one but two strapping males.

They looked human—or they were in human form anyway—but I could tell right away there was more to them than met the eye.

There was an animalistic energy about them and the way they moved with a kind of superhuman grace gave me a clue as to what they really were.

“You’re Weres,” I said as the two of them approached me cautiously. They looked like they wanted to grab me then and there—which I wouldn’t have minded—but they were holding back for some reason.

“How did you fucking know that, witch?” the bigger one growled. He was six-six if he was an inch and he had thick reddish-brown hair and a close-clipped beard to match. He was also bare-chested.

I normally hold with the no shirt, no shoes, no service rule in my diner, but in this case I was definitely willing to make an exception. His broad, muscular chest and wide shoulders made my mouth water. I decided it was just fine that he was half-naked.

“I can tell you’re Weres by the way you move and the energy you give off,” I told him. “I’ve served enough of your kind in my diner to tell when someone is hiding a Fur Form inside them. ”

“How exactly did you serve them?” the other man asked me, raising one eyebrow sarcastically.

He had blue-black hair and dark stubble decorated his strong jaw.

Like his friend, he was wearing jeans and boots, but at least he’d bothered to throw on a green plaid shirt, though it was unbuttoned, showing washboard abs.

The color matched his eyes, which were a deep, forest green.

He was shorter than the other man, but only by an inch or two.

“I don’t serve them the way you’re thinking,” I said coolly.

Just because I’m half Succubus doesn’t mean I’m not picky! I won’t fuck just anything that walks through my door…though I had to admit these two looked extremely fuckable in an Alpha Male, Were-Creature, lumberjack kind of way.

“You’re her!” the taller one with the reddish-brown hair said, pointing to me in an accusatory way.

“Her who?” I asked, frowning. Why was the lust tea taking so long to work?

I would have thought the two of them would have jumped me by now.

I was all prepared to invite them into the back of the diner where I kept my living quarters.

After all, I couldn’t be seen getting busy in the restaurant part of the building.

“You’re the woman who broke into our cabin and, uh, had fun on our beds,” the shorter man said, his cheeks going dark as he spoke.

I couldn’t help loving him for that blush. It told me he was, if not necessarily a virgin, at least an innocent. I love innocent men—you can mold them into what you want and teach them what feels good to a woman.

Then again, the rough and ready type can be fun too, I thought, as I looked back at the dark-haired one. He was glowering at me like I’d committed a capital offense and he was there to punish me for it. Mmm, all right—I could definitely get down with a little punishment.

“Yes, I’m the one,” I said calmly. “I got caught out in the forest after eating some magical tarts. They, er, made me so hot I had to seek shelter.”

“So you thought you could just break into our cabin and get yourself off all over our beds?” the one with reddish-brown hair demanded.

“I didn’t break in,” I protested. “I mean, not really . Your door was unlocked.”

“But you don’t deny, er, rubbing yourself off on our beds?” the black-haired one asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No.” I shrugged. “I have to be honest, your scents drew me. I couldn’t really help myself.”

“That’s bullshit!” the bigger one growled. “You broke into our cabin and left your scent all over our beds to draw us here. And now you’re doing some kind of fucking sex magic on us!”

“Sex magic, hmm?” I said, grinning a little and looking pointedly at his crotch where there was a definite bulge—a big one too. “If I am, then it seems to be working.”

“Admit it!” the black-haired one demanded. “You’re doing something to us right now . Why else would your scent be so strong and why else would we both be, er…” He trailed off, blushing again.

“So horny?” I asked bluntly. “So hard?”

“Well…yes,” he admitted, jutting his jaw defiantly.

“Okay, I admit it,” I said. “I called for you—using this.”

I started to reach for the empty tea mug on the counter beside me, but the larger of the two Weres was behind me in a flash. He gripped my arms and twisted them behind my back.

“Hey!” I exclaimed. “I don’t mind playing rough, but we need to talk about it beforehand! We need to establish some ground rules and talk about safe words!”

“Shut up, witch! Or should I saw sorceress?” he snarled. “Come here and search her, Finn!”

“Search her for what, Ronan?” the other man protested, but he came up to stand in front of me.

They were both so tall, I felt like a child between the two of them and damn did they smell good!

That hot, dark, animal musk was twice as strong as it had been when I got myself off on their beds.

Just smelling it made my pussy even wetter and my nipples tight with desire.

“For whatever magical shit she was reaching for to put a spell on us!” Ronan growled. Well, at least now I knew their names.

“Look, guys—Ronan and Finn, right?” I asked, looking up at Finn, since Ronan was still standing behind me, holding my arms behind my back. (A position which thrust my breasts out and made my nipples ache to be sucked, I might add.)

“Yeah, those are our names,” Finn said warily.

“Okay, good. And my name is ‘Goldie’—nice to meet you. So I just want you to know that the magic spell I used to call you to me was completely benign,” I told him.

“And I don’t have any kind of magical device on me.

You can go ahead and search me to be sure, if you want,” I added.

I was aching with lust—I wanted Finn’s big hands, which were balled into fists at his sides, all over me.

“Search her,” Ronan ordered again. “She’s lying—I’d bet my Bear’s fur on it!”

Hesitantly, Finn reached out to touch me. He started at my shoulders, gingerly patting me down, and then let his hands drift to my upper arms.

Even that much contact was enough to make my blood heat.

“You’ll never find anything like that, Finn,” I purred, giving him my best come-hither look. “You’ll have to be a lot more thorough. Mostly when I hide magical artifacts on my person, I put them in my bra. You’d better unbutton my uniform to see.”

“You heard her—feel her tits!” Ronan growled.

“What? But I don’t fucking know her!” Finn protested.

“It’s okay, Finn,” I told him. “You can pat me down—I don’t mind.” I thrust out my breasts even more, letting him get an eyeful. I was wearing my usual uniform of a white button-down blouse and a black skirt. I had taken off my apron earlier, so it was easy to reach my buttons.

To be honest, the whole situation was really getting my motor running. Being held captive by one huge Were with my arms pinned behind my back while a second muscular Were ran his big hands all over my body was a fantasy I didn’t know I had until that moment.

“Well…” Finn hesitated for a moment, but the lust tea spell was working on him too. He started fumbling with my buttons but they were too small for his big fingers.

“Fuck it!” I heard him mutter. Grabbing either side of my blouse, he yanked hard. Buttons went flying everywhere and my white lace bra and a generous portion of cleavage was revealed.

I took advantage of the moment of confusion to murmur a tiny spell.

“Snip-snap

Bra unclasp.”

Not much of a rhyme, but it did the trick. My front-hook bra popped open, revealing my bare breasts and my tight nipples, which were aching to be played with and sucked.

Finn just stared at me for a moment.

“Holy Goddess,” he muttered hoarsely, his eyes going wide…and then half-lidded with lust.

“It’s okay, Finn,” I told him. “You can touch them—you can touch me —if you want to.”

The big Were resisted for a moment and then he couldn’t help himself—he cupped both my full breasts in his big palms and thumbed my nipples, making me moan and writhe in the other Were’s grasp.

“The fuck are you doing?” Ronan asked, his voice harsh with suppressed desire. “You’re supposed to be searching her for weapons or magical artifacts, not feeling her tits!”

“In that case, you’d better search lower,” I purred, wiggling my hips. “Because I always keep a magic dagger in my panties.”

“A what in your where?” Finn asked, looking dazed. He really was innocent and damn, did his big hands feel good on my breasts! I could feel the Need moving through me—the sexual desire that is part of my Succubus nature .

Another whispered spell and my skirt slithered down to my knees, showing the white lace panties that matched my bra.

“I keep a dangerous weapon down there,” I told Finn, nodding down at the silky lace fabric. “Hadn’t you better reach in and disarm me?”

“Oh…I guess so.”

Still looking slightly dazed, he let go of one of my breasts and slipped his big hand down into the waistband of my panties.

I moaned as his long fingers curled around the soft mound of my pussy. Goddess, it had been so long since I’d felt a man’s hands on me! And I liked that Finn was being careful. There’s a time for rough sex, but I like to start out gentle—at least until I get to know the guy I’m with.

Or guys , though all Ronan was doing was holding my arms behind my back. Still, just having both of them touch me at once was definitely filling my tank. Now if only Finn would touch me a little more…a little deeper…

“You’re close,” I told him, looking up into his forest green eyes, which were lazy with lust. “Just a little more.”

“I don’t feel anything in here but your soft little pussy, lady,” he protested, but I noticed he didn’t move his hand.