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  "You got it right on the first try," I mumbled distractedly.

  "Instinct," he murmured back.

  The minute we were inside the vestibule, the slow smoldering of the fire that had been building between us flamed upward to life. All at once my senses were assaulted by the feel of lips on my skin, hands across my body, whispers in my ear. "God damn… Shit girl… Driving me crazy… Need you now…" I wasn't sure whose voice was saying what, and I didn't care. Jor and Call had morphed into some eight-limbed, two-mouthed twenty-fingered organism of pure sensation.

  I moaned as fingers delved below the neckline of my dress, but when one of my generous breasts spilled free from its confines, I suddenly snapped back to reality and realized that I was making out with two men at the front door of my building. "Let's go inside," I moaned, my voice practically hoarse with need.

  We move as one; grappling, stroking, and kneading, until we crashed through the door of my apartment and fell writhing upon the couch

  "Ah!" I gasped as Call's hand snaked up the soft flesh of my inner thigh.

  He looked up at me from where he was now kneeling in between my legs. "Are you okay?" he asked. His words were gentle, but his voice had something else contained in it. It was strained, the muscles in his jaw jumping with tension, his chin jutting forward. Barely contained animal desire that strained at the edges of his kind words.

  I'm fine," I gasped, my head reeling. "But I still don't understand. Why do you think I'm the perfect woman?"

  Call knelt up, sinking his fingers into my thighs with a low growl. "I have these…" he seemed to be struggling to find the proper word… "needs."

  "They get overwhelming," Jor added from where he sat behind me on the couch, cradling my whole body snugly between his long legs, his voice rasping against my ear lobe.

  "They are, different… " Call went on tightly. His eyes were so bright they were practically glowing. "And sometimes these desires...scare...ordinary women."

  I shook my head slowly, watching his beautiful face contorting there down between my knees. "How could any woman be scared of you?" I demanded, hardly able to keep the whine of frustration out of my voice. "I mean, fuck...look at you."

  Call didn't the answer right away. Instead he held up his hand in front of me. "Watch," he ordered, something strange in his voice.

  I stared at it, peering closely. Call furrowed his brow, making a low sound that was almost a growl. No, wait, it was definitely a growl.

  As I watched, his hand…changed.

  I felt my breath leave my lungs in a hoarse gasp as his long, strong fingers melted and shifted, somehow compressing and growing at the same time. From out of his tawny gold skin, chestnut brown hair… No not hair, fur… erupted upward, marching along his forearm and down to the tips of his fingers, which were now capped with long, vicious claws.

  I was scared. I was terrified. But I was also completely mesmerized; thrilled to see something magical happened right in front of me. "What are you?" I gasped.

  "We are werewolves." Jor's voice in my ear had that same rumbling growl lurking underneath.

  I waited a moment to see how I was reacting, checking my body for any sign that this bothered me.

  And I came up with nothing.

  "Okaaaay," I exhaled. "I guess now I understand why it's hard for you to find dates," I quipped.

  Call's eyes snapped back to mine, and his gorgeous mouth twitched. All of a sudden he burst out laughing, his body coming back under control as the clawed hand slowly twisted its way back into its human shape. I watched awestruck as he flexed his fingers for me.

  "Nicole, I swear, I had planned on making you come so hard your eyes rolled back, even before you said that. But now…?"

  He didn't finish his sentence, because his words were muffled against the fabric of my panties. With a gasp of surprise and desire, I pressed my hips upward, as his thick fingers, yes they were fingers again, yanked at the delicate fabric. I heard the stitches pop in my best lingerie, and I didn't give a fuck, because his nose was now pressed up against the fierce, buzzing nub of my clit.

  From behind me on the couch, Jor gathered a fistful of my hair and yanked my head to one side, layering a mass of fierce, sucking kisses from under my ear, all the way down to the soft skin of my shoulder. His hands undid the clasp against my neck, letting the halter top flop down. The minute my breasts were cupped in his hands, I arched upward in a kinetic frenzy, pressing my sex into Call's rapidfire tongue.

  Call was devouring me; lapping, sucking, swearing, his tongue swirling along my soft folds from the base of my puckered opening of all the way up to the center of my need. All the while he growled, a constant vibration against my skin that was driving me crazy.

  Jor was making a similar sound against my breasts, curling his tongue along the delicate flesh of my nipple before drawing it upward into his mouth and rolling the hardened bead in between his lips. He suckled and kissed, until the pink peak was standing firmly erect, then he trailed his lips down the valley and back up to the other one, groping and squeezing while I gasped and moaned. The frenetic energy of their combined efforts drew me higher and higher, closer and closer to the peak of pleasure.

  I could feel my orgasm right there, waiting, tightly balled in the center of me, poised to break free. All I needed was one more sensation, one more pleasure before I was shattered and broken.

  As if he could read my mind, Call's thick finger circled my hot pussy, tracing the outline before delving inside. "Ah!" I screamed. As the surging pleasure rushed to meet him I felt the walls of my pussy clutching and grabbing him, desperate to pull him higher, harder, faster, as he plunged in and out of me.

  All at once that tight little ball inside of me exploded outward, the Big Bang happening internally. I screamed a hoarse, shuddering cry, losing all control as I bucked and thrashed. The sensation whip-cracked through me, ricocheting back and forth inside with incredible heat, before settling into a languid slow burn.

  I fell back on the couch, sagging against Jor's rock-hard chest. "I don't think I can move," I half moaned, half purred.

  "No need to," Call growled. His face had changed, the animal he was underneath the human skin so near to the surface. His teeth looked longer, his eyes more dangerous. He was hanging on to his self-control by a very delicate thread. I felt like I was in a dream.

  Through heavy lidded eyes, I watched him stand up and wipe my juices from his stubble with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving mine. But when his fingers went to the buttons on his jeans, I suddenly snapped awake again.

  "Let me," I begged, dropping to my knees in front of the couch, my pulse throbbing with excitement.

  I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his jeans and yanked down, gasping with excitement when his massive cock broke free from its prison. He was already as hard as iron, so hard it almost looked painful. The throbbing head was tipped in a tiny pearl of pre-cum that glistened. Instantly, I closed my lips around it.

  I had never wanted anything more that I wanted both of them, right now. I had never needed anything so badly as how much I needed both of them inside of my mouth.

  I lapped and sucked greedily, from the base all the way to the bulbous tip. I had never enjoyed giving head before, but this was somehow different. The taste of Call, the feel of Call, the low growls of pleasure that emanated from Call's throat when I snaked my tongue around the ridged head of his cock...all of these things were spurring me on to new heights of excitement.

  I heard Jor untangle himself from my couch, unfurling his long limbs as he stood up next to Call. My frantic need doubled. Eagerly, I switched my rhythm, slowly sliding my lips up Call's veined shaft before turning my head just as Jor's curved cock bobbed into place. I licked my lips greedily, and then plunged them down his silky shaft.

  One after another I took them into my mouth, sliding all the way down, taking all of them in. I was feeling like a goddess there on my knees, reveling in my power to drag grunts and growls and m
oans from the lips of these powerful, otherworldly men.

  I could have gone on like that forever, but Call and Jor had other plans for the three of us.

  All at once I felt myself lifted into the air and turned so that I was facing Call as he held me aloft with perfect, unerring strength. "The perfect woman," he growled, throatily. He shifted, and I felt the press of him against my tight entrance. A flood of wetness flowed out to greet him just before he came surging upward with his slick cock, impaling me there in the air.

  I gasped at the sudden fullness, his slick rod ramming home, filling me on like I had ever been filled before. I clutched at his neck as he began to move inside of me, my whole body suspended for him to use.

  It had never been like this. Never in my life had I been fucked so skillfully. It kind of made sense that no man had ever taken me like this before, because Call wasn't actually a man. That thought danced through my head briefly, before dancing right back out again as Jor's fingers snaked around from behind and found my clit.

  He nestled behind me, pressing an authoritative thumb against my frantic nub. "Relax," he ordered

  When his thumb began to circle the entrance to my ass, I felt myself stiffening. This was too much, too different...too wrong. But the darts of pleasure from my clit, combining with the rhythmic thrusting of Call's cock, drowned out any of my body's protests.

  Slowly and skillfully, Jor delved further, opening me up inch by inch, my most secret place unveiled to him. Before I knew it, I was moaning, arching my hips back to meet him, wanting more than what his delving thumb could bring me. I felt an ache deep within me that only he could fill.

  And he must have known it, because at that moment I felt the press of his cock head against my ass hole.

  With a guttural moan, a noise the likes of which I had never heard from my own mouth, I slammed myself into Call's cock just as Jor's cock invaded my asshole. I was impaled by them both, filled to the point of overflowing.

  Screaming with the intense pleasure and intense pain, I felt myself go reeling over the edge, falling and falling into an ocean of pleasure that threatened to drown me. As the two werewolves fucked me on either end, I gave myself over to them completely. I was hollowed out, only a set of nerves that registered only mindless, savage pleasure. Again and again, I screamed as the infinite orgasm stretched on and on.

  From somewhere outside of myself I felt Call's cock twitch inside of me. His massive muscles bunched, and he pressed his lips against my neck. Letting out a deep, rumbling roar, he surged upward and I felt his release pumping inside of me.

  In two strokes, Jor was there as well, thrusting savagely as he groaned out his ferocious orgasm all the while he kept pumping himself deep into my asshole.

  Their strength gave way, and all three of us fell and to a heap on my couch, both of their cocks still inside of me. I was crushed between two massive chests, their legs digging into my thighs, their arms still crushing the breath form my lungs so that I could only gasp…

  And I didn't mind at all. I was so sated, so satisfied that I was practically purring.

  "The perfect woman," Jor repeated again, his voice heavy with meaning. I got the feeling that he wasn't talking to me, and I knew I was right when I felt Call nod. "The perfect woman," he agreed.

  I leaned my head against my couch and closing my eyes, feeling a stupid grin paste itself on my face. I made a mental note to buy Jill an expensive handbag as thanks for introducing me to Shifty Singles.

  Somehow it seemed fitting that the perfect men for me turned out not to be men at all.

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  TAKEN BY THE BEAR CLAN

  (WEREBEAR SHIFTER FMMM MENAGE STEAMY ROMANCE)

  By Nikki Wild

  Copyright 2015 Nikki Wild

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  TAKEN BY THE BEAR CLAN

  (WEREBEAR SHIFTER MENAGE EROTIC ROMANCE)

  Girls' night in the woods turns into bears' night, when Sofia's camping trip is overrun with three sexy shifters!

  When Sofia finally breaks it off with her controlling boyfriend, she and her best friend decide to celebrate by going for a long-delayed camping trip. They are going to rough it in the woods and be wild women, but Sofia has no idea how wild things are about to get! The ranger warned of bears sighted in the area, but when the three bears catch sight of Sofia, they know their long search for a mate is finally over. The woman they've been searching for is standing before them in all of her curvy, luscious glory and they won't rest until they each have their fill!

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  TAKEN BY THE BEAR CLAN

  There were three of them and one of me, and in all six eyes I saw nothing but animal hunger. The thrill rolled up my spine as I sank to my knees, my lips inches from the Cord's waiting cock.

  "Yes," I answered his unasked question.

  There was a low growl that reminded me quite loudly that these were not ordinary human men. But when I felt Cord's cock slide past my lips, I didn't care one bit. I was too far gone to do anything but to submit to their every desire.

  I moaned around the cock in my mouth, feeling the flood of desire surge downward. Matt inhaled as if he could smell my need, and I was pretty sure he could.

  "Spread your legs," he growled. "I bet you taste just like honey."

  *******

  "A girls' weekend?"

  My best friend leaned back and lifted the beer bottle to her lips. Her arm was flung over the back of the sofa in a posture of supreme 'I-don't give a shit.' "A girls' weeknight," she elaborated. "As in, right now. You and I need to do something, get the fuck out of here. You can blow off work, Sofia. It won't kill you."


  A ripple of dissent fluttered in my stomach before I was able to squash my objections back down again. She was right of course. I needed to get away. I just had to accept that it was okay to lose control.

  I sometimes wished I could compete with Lacey's badass attitude, but that's just not me. I'm a nervous Nellie, a worrywart, wound up tighter than a drum. If you put charcoal up my butt, I would probably make you a diamond and probably apologize for all its imperfections. I'm neurotic, I know it.

  "You need it, Sofia," Lacey declared after a long swallow. "Jake had you all cooped up like a bird in a cage. You forgot that you can actually do things."

  I nodded slowly and sipped my beer much more daintily. Lacey was right, as always. The week following my breakup had been a strange parade of revelations as I slowly re-learned how to make my way in the world. My ex-boyfriend was such even more tightly wound than I was, the kind of utter control freak that could not accept anything that he didn't do himself. During the course of our year and a half together, he slowly took over every aspect of my life, from the way I cut my hair, the clothes I wore, the money I spent; even down to the color I painted my toenails. Jake was so insistent that this meant that he loved me that I believed him, giving him complete control.