“We’re not the only ones,” Fury said, pulling himself off her nipple for just long enough to grin. “Somebody else is bearing themselves to us, looks like.”
“That was a pun,” Stone growled, apparently unimpressed. “But it was actually a good one.”
“Are you two gonna high five?” Claire laughed. “Because if you are, then just do it and get it over with because I’m about to explode.”
Both of them turned their burning eyes back to their mate at the same time. She felt their heat deep in her chest, felt it constricting the muscles in her belly, and flaring the nerves between her legs. Her sweetest place tingled and ached, her whole body longing for her bears to take her at the same time.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but... is there any way I can have both of you... at once?”
Fury bit her chest, then her shoulder, then her neck. Stone sucked at her ear and then slid a hand down her naked body to cup her ass, squeezing and pressing his thumb into the tendon between her legs. “Anything you want,” he whispered, “we can do.”
That was all she needed to stop bothering with keeping herself standing at all. Slowly, she slid down the wall into a deep crouch. The prickly texture caught strands of Claire’s hair, keeping it up for a few seconds after she’d gone down. Her bears followed her, hands all over her body, tongues all over her neck. There wasn’t a single desire that went unmet, not a single want that lasted more than a few seconds.
With her legs spread, Fury’s fingers found a way home. Slowly, he trickled them along her belly, then down and over the soft puff of hair above her sex. Kissing her hard and deep, he slid one inside.
“God!” Claire gasped. “Oh... oh my God, yes!”
Slowly, he rotated the finger inside her, stretching her walls around his thick digit. As he did, Stone cupped her pussy, and ground down on her aching clit with his palm. The two bears were moving like they were one soul with two bodies. Every intent they had, they shared, every move they made seemed planned and perfect.
“How does this feel so good?” Claire begged, as she arched her back and skidded gently over her hardwood hallway. “How is this so perfect?”
Fury shoved his finger deep, hooking it against the place just past her entrance that made Claire scream – and she answered the only way she could. Her pleasure dripped out of her lips as her wetness dripped out of her sex. She bit down, hard, on her bottom lip, to try and keep as much of her squealing and groaning muted as she could, but it was a poor effort at best.
Stone’s grinding palm circled on her, pressing down and forcing her to yelp in pleasure. She grabbed his shoulder and opened her eyes to see him staring straight into hers. “Because,” he whispered, as he bent to suck a kiss from Claire’s open lips, “we were always meant to be.”
The burning in her core had Claire shivering, and the pulsing inside her sex intensified until she knew there wasn’t a thing in the world she could do to stop it.
“I’m gonna,” she sucked a breath, bit her lip. “I can’t...”
“Then don’t,” Fury said, curling his tongue around an erect nipple, and shoving a second finger in beside the first. “We are all animals, after all.”
The sound that came from Claire’s chest was hardly human. She shuddered, and then rumbled, and before she knew it, let out a growling roar that surprised even herself. The muscles between her legs gripped Fury’s finger, urging him deeper until he couldn’t go any further. Her gripping, pulsing body drew a smile to his lips, and as Claire felt herself give in to the ocean of pleasure washing over her, she was also giving herself up in a way she never had before. No more defensive walls, no more feigned coldness; right now she was completely open, totally vulnerable.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She gasped both of their names, and both bears kissed her neck as Claire’s climax peaked and broke. For the next several moments, the warmth and wetness and tension lapped up her belly before subsiding, like waves licking at the beach.
When she opened her eyes, her whole body was buzzing with anticipation for... more.
“My turn,” she said, biting her lip and standing up on quaking knees. “Come on.”
With a glance between themselves, Fury and Stone both got to their feet and followed their mate back to the bedroom.
“We don’t need this thing,” she said, ripping the sheets and blankets off the carefully made, king-sized mattress. Of all the stuff she owned back home, this and her comically oversized television were the only things she insisted on keeping when they relocated to the new Broken Pine territory of Santa Barbara. There wasn’t any reason to keep her half-broken, college-kid-on-a-budget wafer board furniture, and she had serious doubts about being re-employed by GlasCorp at any point in the future, so there wasn’t much reason to bring her work-issued laptop.