Shifter Singles (Dating the Werewolves)(BBW Steamy Paranormal Menage Romance) Read Online Free PDF

intensity, all I could think about was how it would feel when they looked at me like that while I was naked.
     
    Whoa, where did that come from?
     
    My head was spinning dizzily and I stepped gingerly forward. The first man darted forward, quick as lightning and grabbed my arm before I could fall. "I am Cord," he rumbled and his touched burned my skin. "This is Matt and he is Denton." He paused for a moment, tugging slightly on my arm to propel me forward. I fell in step next to him, hypnotized by his nearness as his voice thrilled through me, sending a series of small explosions rippling up my spine at each incomprehensible word.
     
    "We are each alphas, the leaders of our clans," Cord continued. "We have warred over this land for centuries, but peace is finally at hand."
     
    Matt and Denton murmured something in response, but all I could understand was their eyes on my body. I could not have felt more naked than if they stripped me themselves and I was shocked to find out how much I liked it.
     
    "That's...good," I answered, feeling like I was moving underwater.
     
    "Yes," Cord continued, "but there is still one more step. We had nearly lost hope, until I caught your scent."
     
    "We must unite," Matt piped up, his voice low and gravelly. He was in front of us, his huge body clearing a path through the underbrush. I thought I saw light through the trees, but there were no campsites in this direction.
     
    "The three of us had to agree...." Denton added.
     
    "And we finally do," Cord concluded.
     
    I was no closer to understanding than when he first spoke. The light in the tree grew brighter and resolved itself into the dancing firelight of a huge bonfire.
     
    "What do you agree?" I asked.
     
    Cord turned and faced me, pressing his huge hands onto my shoulders. "We had to agree on a mate that would suit us all."
     
    "A...mate," I echoed, staring at his lips as he spoke. They were wet and soft-looking. I wondered how they would taste.
     
    "We looked for you for ages, traveling as far as the cities on the fringe of these woods," Matt added, coming closer to me. The heat that rose off of his body was unreal, almost as hot as the fire itself. "But we should have had faith… You came to us."
     
    "You willingly came to us," Denton echoed as he lifted a strand of my hair.
     
    They were surrounding me, their hard bodies preventing any effort at escape. But I had no plans to run. Not when I felt rough, strong hands brushing against my skin, taking me in, worshipping my body like I was a revelation.
     
    "I...did," I answered softly, shivering as a hand found the small of my back.
     
    "And now that you are here," Cord growled low, cupping my face in his hands, "the ceremony can begin."
     
    "What do I need to do?" I asked, my eyes fixed on him. His strong brows angled sharply down to hooded eyes that glowed amber in the firelight. I could see the animal lust behind them, waiting, ready to pounce the minute he set it free. It sent a delicious shiver down my spine.
     
    "Nothing," Matt murmured, his hot breath against my ear. "Except say yes."
     
    I felt a rough hand part my legs, finding the hot center that pulsed with deep desire. I gasped, trapped in Cord's gaze as I felt the rogue fingers trailing up the fabric of my jeans to press against my pulsing, needful sex. A low moan escaped my lips as those prodding fingers found the buzzing bead of my clit and began moving, dancing, sending quickfire darts of pleasure radiating through my body. I sagged into Cord's chest, pressing my cheek against the unyielding granite of his pecs. His heat was unreal and the slow throb of his heartbeat pulsed in rhythm with my aching pussy. "Yes," I moaned in agony of desire. "Oh God, yes, please."
     
    The minute I gave my consent, the three bear men descended on me in waves. Me, the girl who had always been a control freak, the neat-freak so tightly wound she nearly squeaked when she walked, suddenly found herself completely overwhelmed