her tight entrance. As I pushed it in slowly, she shuddered and whimpered.
“How does it feel, bitch?”
“I… I don’t know… Overwhelming.”
“Good. Everything you’ll feel while you’re with us is going to be overwhelming. We’ll fuck you, we’ll break you, and if you’re lucky enough, we’ll put you back together and then break you again. I say you should enjoy it because we’ll get bored of you eventually.”
“And then what?”
My reply was a simple grunt. Then what? I had no bloody idea! It wasn’t like this was some sort of plan. It just happened. I moved my finger in and out, and she started moaning softly. She was tight. It was so obvious no one had used her ass before. That Jack guy must have been a moron. Colt had told me and Lincoln all about him. To have such a hot, delicious, nympho wife and instead of fucking her, hit her… Outrageous! What Rosalie needed was a man to make her body sing. Or more men, why not? Even as I shoved a second finger inside her, I could tell that before today, she hadn’t known herself what her body was capable of.
“Oh, please…”
I pulled my fingers out and wrapped my hand around the base of my cock. It was thick, engorged, and the head was covered in enough precum to lubricate her passage. I positioned myself at her puckered entrance and started to push in slowly and steadily. She was shaking and moaning, and at some point, she started uttering incoherent words. I tuned her out. All I could focus on was my dick and the tightness around it. It felt amazing! The best fuck I’d had in years! I was bored of the bear girls, anyway. In our small community, there weren’t many opportunities for sex and relationships. Before, when I traveled, I sometimes ran into other bear shifters and had a few one-night stands, or even some short relationships. But then I met Krista, we hit it off, and I stopped traveling for work. She was fine… Krista. Not my soul mate, but who believed in soul mates anymore? Children. No, what I’d had with her had been real. And I was going to miss her.
No, I couldn’t think about Krista now. I was buried inside the human female to the hilt, and I had to let her body distract me. That was the whole point of what I was doing. Distraction. For a few minutes, as I raced toward an orgasm, I wanted to think of nothing else but her ass squeezing me, milking me. I pulled out until only the tip was in, and then thrust hard and fast. She cried out.
“Do you like it, slut?”
She couldn’t form words. As I thrust in and out, increasing the pace by the minute, she started sounding like she was delirious. And then, all of a sudden, she came. Her muscles clenched around me, almost trapping me in, and she orgasmed hard, her juices spilling all over the floor. She screamed at the top of her lungs, and I was glad the cabin was deep in the woods, isolated, far away from the trailer park, or the bear shifters would’ve heard her.
“Oh, you don’t just like it,” I growled. “You love it.”
I pounded her fast now, her tight passage having gotten used to my girth. I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaws. I closed my eyes, in the end, trying my best to focus on her and her alone. She felt good. She felt right. As I fucked her, I felt my hands shift into bear claws. Dark brown fur sprouted all over my back and my thighs. My beast wanted to come out. My beast wanted to claim her. My beast wanted her pussy, too, not just her ass. It wanted her mouth, her whole being… It wanted to devour her soul. I came with a deep, almost pained grunt. I dug my claws into her hips, drawing blood. I held her still as I shot my seed deep inside her. When I was finally done, I slipped out, and she collapsed on the floor.
I ran my hand through my disheveled, sweaty hair, stood up, and looked for my pants. I felt dizzy. I looked at Lincoln and Colt, who’d been smoking all this time, enjoying the show.
“Told you she’s good,” Colt said.
I ignored him. I looked back at Rosalie. She hadn’t moved. The scratches I’d left on her hips were bleeding. I looked at my