Shared by the Bears Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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“Goldie,” I tell him.

“Let Goldie do her job. It’s late. I’m sure she wants to go home.”

I want to tell him I’d be happy to hang out with him in this fantasy land, but with Evan here, things just got a lot more complicated.

Robert leaves the room, and Evan follows. Then I’m left alone to replace the broken lock. It doesn’t take long to remove the old barrel and fit a new one. It takes some adjustments to make everything run smoothly, but when I’m done, I don’t want to leave. I feel like Aladdin in the Cave of Treasure. Getting out is the sensible thing to do, but looking around at all the riches inside seems much more appealing, despite the risk. I’m conscious it’s someone else’s home, but that doesn’t quell my curiosity.

As I touch the restraints, I feel my arousal building. My nipples draw tight against the fabric of my camisole, and my pussy is hot and heavy between my legs. It gets even hotter when I find a drawer filled with dildos, clamps, and other things I’ve only ever imagined.

It’s like I’ve stumbled into a place conjured from my dreams.

I run my finger over a massive glass dildo that's cold to the touch. What would that feel like if Robert pushed it inside me? My body shivers at the thought.

Then, someone clears their throat in the doorway. I turn to find Evan and Robert with vastly different expressions. Robert is flushed and struggling to look at me as though I’ve caught him naked with his cock in his palm. Evan’s grin is wide, and his eyes are knowing.

“See something you like?” Evan asks.

My mouth is suddenly dry; all the pent-up longing for something that will finally satisfy me constricts my throat.

I want to tell him yes.

I want to tell him how much I could surrender to my own desires in this room.

I want to tell them both that there’s nothing to be ashamed of here—at least not as far as I’m concerned—but I’m also scared. If I’m open about my desires, then something could happen here and now, and the prospect is as terrifying as it is arousing.

Years of warnings about strangers have led to the anxious niggling about my safety with these two huge men, and although I’ve fantasized hard about some seriously out-there shit, I’ve never imagined more than one man. Robert alone could have been fine but multiplying him by two is a whole different prospect, even if Evan is identically good looking.

There’s an awkward silence, and I open my mouth, still uncertain what to say. Then my phone rings.

It’s the perfect interruption at the perfect time, and when I answer it, I discover I have another emergency job to attend to. Two in one night. What are the odds?

At the end of the call, I look up at the two gorgeous, imposing men standing in the doorway. “I’m done with the locks,” I say. “And I have to go.”

“I have your money downstairs,” Robert says. “I’ll show you out.”

Evan grins, but he remains silent as I gather my tools and follow Robert. In the kitchen, Robert hands me the agreed fee in cash, and I take it, meeting his deep, fathomless brown eyes for long enough to make my heart skitter. His throat works in a swallow so big it seems hungry. I hope to see longing in his gaze, maybe arousal. I want him to feel the same pull as I do and the same desperation to live out long-suppressed fantasies, but his gaze is shuttered. I put the money into my overalls pocket.

“Thank you for coming out so quickly,” he says. “And…for your discretion.”

“That’s okay. It’s my job.”

Robert clears his throat, his uncertainty so palpable that my unsettled insides fizz. He turns and indicates for me to head towards the front door with a wave of his arm. Before I reach it, a key turns in the lock from the outside, and another man pushes it open, filling the doorway. I’m suddenly faced with another clone of Robert. It’s not Evan because he’s making his way down the stairs. There are three of them?

Triplets.

The new Mr. Bjorn looks around, his expression going from serious to surprised, and then, as his eyes find mine, they flash golden, sparkling like there’s a fire raging in their depths. I blink, uncertainty a skip of my beating heart. Squinting, I try to make sense of what I’m seeing, as shock and fear pulse through me. I step back, instinct taking over, but there’s nowhere to go. Robert’s so close that my ass presses against his thighs and the back of my head thuds into his firm chest. I swivel so fast my neck twinges, finding Robert staring down at me, his eyes blazing gold, too. I gasp, recalling their previous rich chocolate hue. The new color is bright and unnatural, sending cold fear skittering through me. The stairs creak, snapping my attention, and a picture frame rattles as Evan staggers, his mouth open with shock and his eyes matching his brothers’ glittering shade. He flails his arms to steady himself on the wall as Robert’s hands cup my upper arms. A moment of static electricity makes the hair on my forearms rise. The press of his fingers and weight of his palms should freak me out, but instead, they ground me in a way I don’t understand.


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