Four Alphas One Mate (Werebear Shifter FMMMM Menage Steamy Romance)

Four Alphas One Mate (Werebear Shifter FMMMM Menage Steamy Romance) Read Online Free PDF

Book: Four Alphas One Mate (Werebear Shifter FMMMM Menage Steamy Romance) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Willow Wilde
ago. A little hard to get to, but this dirt road connects to another, then a major road that heads back into the country.”
     
    “What was hunted here?” I asked, huffing along. The hiking kept me fitter than most skinny things I met, but I’d been on my feet almost all day, and even my stamina had its limits.
     
    “You know, I’m not entirely sure,” he admitted, running his fingers through his dark golden hair. “There is rarely any game around here. I suppose that could have been different a few generations back, but there’s no telling now. To me, this is just an abandoned little base for when I’m around.”
     
    I felt compelled to ask what he had been doing here, but I kept my mouth shut. I was more concerned with a shower, and hoped there was one there.
     
    The outpost looked a lot better on the inside. The interior was very well maintained, showing off the rugged, vintage wood and polished countertops. It was surprisingly roomy, with a modest kitchen to the side, generous antique dining area, a renovated shower area in the back, and a large staircase up to the upper level.
     
    Most surprisingly, there was electricity.
     
    “How does this place even run?” I asked, wiping my brow with a rugged towel. I was already hungrily eying the shower.
     
    “Generator. I charge it up when I arrive down here. I’m only here for a few days when I come, and I spend most of my time outside.”
     
    That makes sense , I thought to myself. I stole a glance at him. His strong, broad frame looked authoritative, powerful. He had plucked his button-up free when we came inside, and my gaze wandered over his chiseled, strong muscles…
     
    His piercing eyes quickly met mine, and I turned, desperate to hide the blush that met my cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye, I swore I could see a smile flicker at his lip.
     
    *              *              *              *
     
    The shower was refreshing. I lathered the soap over my great, balloon breasts, my nipples alert for attention. I hadn’t realized how turned on I’d been from encountering this hunk in the woods, and before I realized what I was doing, I was absentmindedly pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts. He was powerful in my mind, something fierce and primal, and I wanted him to fling open the door and join me under the water.
     
    Why am I so turned on by this guy? I wondered to myself, as I continued working my nipples. It’s true that I’d had a few men before — but they were a little too spineless to be considered men , really. And the sex had always been terrible. They were two pump chumps, the lot of them.
     
    Something told her that sex with this stranger would be a lot more…
     
    Wait a minute. I don’t even know his name! The realization almost snapped me out of my self-fondling, but I was getting too into it now. Hell, why do I need to know his name? It would be hotter to fuck him and never know. I didn’t even care that he probably wouldn’t be into my size. I just wanted to taste his cock, feel that strong hands grasp at me, yearning to fill me…
     
    I heard a clamor outside, and switched the water off. Pausing for a moment, I heard the crash again, and grabbed a towel to try and cover as much as I could.
     
    Uneasily, I popped open the shower door, stepping into the hallway by the stairs in a sopping mess.
     
    “Hello?” I called out. I quickly realized how stupid I was being, wandering out while naked, wet, and utterly vulnerable. If there were something going on out here, I would be at a total loss to deal with it.
     
    The familiar face of the mountain lion peered in from the doorway, zeroing in on me.
     
    Oh, fuck me.
     
    It let out a low growl, slipping a paw onto the hardwood floor. The large cat lowered its back, slowly bearing its teeth. It looked ready to lunge…and where was I going to go? Hobble back into the shower? I could possibly get the door closed and locked before it got
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