Between Three Alphas (Steamy BBW Werebear Shifter FMMM Menage Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

right, you are...maybe the floor ain't so good a place for you. Maybe I should take you to the bedroom, eh? Want to head in there for a little bit? Of course, my little friend here is gonna be around if you try any funny stuff...” He waved the gun around slightly to give me the picture.
     
    “No, please,” I started to beg. “Take whatever you want. It doesn't matter. Just please don't hurt me.”
     
    The assailant slipped down to a kneeling position beside me, the tip of his gun barely gracing my hair. I shivered in a mixture of fear and...what else? It couldn't be excitement…
     
    With the gun in my back, he had me lead him towards the bedroom, which entailed going back through the main area – including the kitchen, right by the back patio access. As we passed by, something seemed to catch his attention.
     
    “The fuck was that?” I heard him growl. Rising back up, he stumbled towards the glass sliding door onto my backyard, peering towards the woods. “Swear I saw a...a couple of...there's no way. Not near houses ,” he muttered to himself.
     
    The intruder was caught in some silent conflict, turning between the glass, holding back the darkness outside, and my thick, shivering body in front.
     
    “Alright, something weird's going on, and you're going to help me get to the bottom of it.”
     
    Are you for real? I thought to myself. His smoldering glare told me a quick, resounding YES, which was enough to rouse me to action. He motioned with the gun and nodded to the glass door, expecting me to go out first.
     
    Did he really see something?
     
    I trembled to the door and fumbled with the mechanism before pushing it open. The motion detector flickered the outdoor light on, and the backyard was as plain as ever.
     
    “Go on,” he growled again, and I reluctantly obeyed. It was beginning to become an unfortunate habit with the unwelcome intruder.
     
    I stepped out onto the patio, and heard the creak of the wood behind me as he followed. Every step further towards the woods sent chills down my spine – I was increasingly aware how easy it would be to dispose of me out there, and wondered how long it would take anyone to find me.
     
    Was I about to become wolf grub? I thought to myself. Are there even wolves out there?
     
    “Pick up the pace,” he irritably grumbled, and I started walking faster. My confidence was shot. Every footfall, I was now convinced, planted me firmer in my grave.
     
    He's going to take me out here and rape me, and then he's going to kill me. Oh god, somebody please help me.
     
    But no help came. I was at the edge of the woods now, and he was right behind me, the gun pointed towards my back. Any sudden movement and it was lights out .
     
    “Huh. Guess it was nothing,” he suddenly murmured. “Alright then. Back inside you go.”
     
    I began walking back towards the house, desperately hoping that he wouldn't open his mouth to command me otherwise. Anything could happen in these woods. But instead of his gravelly voice, I only heard footsteps behind me. That and a growl …
     
    “What the fuck was that?” He shouted, whipping around. “I KNOW I just heard...what the fuck?”
     
    I turned, and spotted what looked like four figures in the trees. I could barely make out their silhouettes, but there were DEFINITELY four tall, broad men, staring at us from the darkness of the treeline. In the shadows, they looked positively terrifying, and I wasn’t sure which party I’d rather have to deal with. But somehow, there was something reassuring about them…
     
    “Who the fuck are you guys?” He growled, aiming his gun between them, unable to decide on a target. “You stay the fuck back, or else I'll shoot.”
     
    “You'll shoot?” A deep, young voice replied.
     
    “I think our friend just threatened us,” came another.
     
    “Definitely sounds like it,” the first said again. “All in favor?”
     
    “Aye.
     
    “Aye!”
     
    “...Fuck it.”
     
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