Shared by the Bears Read Online Stephanie Brother

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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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Both of them remain hooked inside me, still as they wait to withdraw. When Hunter pulls out, I roll from Robert’s chest until I’m on my back, reaching over to wrap my hand around Evan’s cock. He’s slick from my saliva and pulsating with need. “It’s time,” I tell him, and he’s on me before I can completely adjust. Robert pins one hand above my head, and Hunter takes the other. They hold me down while Evan probes through my labia, rubbing the rounded tip of his cock over my swollen clit, coating himself in my arousal and his brothers’ semen.

“You’re so slippery,” he mutters as he pushes inside me. Oh…the stretch is perfect. He gathers one of my legs over his arm and moves in a punishing rhythm. The clasping restraint at my hands sends shivers down my spine. Who needs cuffs when you have strong hands and powerful men to do the work? I like the bite of metal, but the unmovable strength of my mates is just as good.

“Oh,” I moan, tugging my hands so I can feel them hold me down harder. The fight is a powerful trigger for me, and my pussy aches with another orgasm. It can’t be. I’ve never been able to come this much before, but I’ve also never had sex like this before.

Hunter’s fingers tug at my erect nipples, pinching them into sore peaks. My body undulates with desperation as Evan gets closer. I feel him fighting the urge to come, his cock swelling and his hips juddering. He’s waiting for me, and it’s a beautiful thing. One of his hands comes down against the soft flesh of my hip in a sharp slap that sends hot pain rushing through me. “Come,” he orders, slapping me again, and I do. Oh, I do. Liquid squirts between my thighs.

“That’s it,” I hear Robert mutter.

“That’s it,” Hunter says, too.

“Fuck,” Evan growls as his body seizes over mine, his cock pulsing inside me as it releases his seed.

I can’t breathe. It’s too much. It's too overwhelming to experience so much pleasure. It's too perfect.

My hands are released, and soft kisses are pressed to my wrists, nipples, and lips. It takes a few minutes for me to come around to full consciousness, with Evan still anchored inside me. His kisses are sweet, and he rubs his nose against mine, smiling so broadly that his eyes crinkle at the side. He’s so happy that it radiates from him in waves that touch my heart.

“Mine,” my mind whispers as I touch his face. He turns, burying his face in my palm.

“Mine,” he whispers back.

I turn to Robert, touching him and repeating the claim, before I turn to Hunter and do the same. “Mine,” they all whisper as one.

It takes ten minutes for Evan to unhook from inside me, and when he withdraws, the cum in my pussy slowly begins to leak onto the sheets.

I’m done. I can’t take any more.

I’m ravaged and sore but so damn happy.

Before they claimed me, I’d always felt that a tiny piece of my soul was missing.

But it isn’t anymore. They’ve taken me apart piece by piece, but with tender loving care, they’ve put me back together again, and now I’m whole.

Maybe destiny is ready for another generation of bears.

38

GOLDIE

“So this is where your parents live,” Evan says, peering out of the window at the home I grew up in. It’s old-fashioned with net curtains trimmed with lace at the windows and hanging baskets of flowers by the front door in garish colors. Mom has creepy statues hiding amongst the trees and shrubs in the yard that I found terrifying when I was a kid. Even now, they unnerve me.

“It sure is,” I say brightly. They know me too well to believe my falseness and my disquiet whispers through my mind, audible to my mates even though I’m trying to keep my thoughts to myself.

Hunter rests his hand on my arm, giving it a firm squeeze. He knows how much I need his strength when I’m feeling vulnerable. He senses my mood and is always there to bring me back to an equilibrium I have grown accustomed to. “Whatever happens in there won’t change anything here.” He cups my temple, the warmth of his hand seeping in to settle my racing thoughts. “Or here.” His hand lowers to my chest, where he covers my racing heart.

“I know,” I say.

“She doesn’t have power over you, Goldie. Not anymore.”

I’ve tried to explain how I feel about my mom. She’ll always be the woman who raised me, and there are parts of my childhood that I’m grateful for. I was kept clean and fed. I never wondered whether I’d have a roof over my head. She attended all my parent-teacher meetings and recitals. It’s just that there were big, important things missing. Ultimately, she never made me feel like I was enough, and the difference between my relationship with Mom and Dad and my relationship with my bears has highlighted the support, love, and acceptance that was missing.


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