Doctor's Orders (Pounded By The Pack)(Steamy BBW Werebear Romance) by Willow Wilde Page B
Authors: Willow Wilde
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him…although he dodged the majority of the blast, it still partially struck, and now he is at death’s door.”
“You expect me to believe in witches , now…?” My night was growing crazier by the second. To think, only five minutes earlier, I had been reading Nicholas Sparks . “Alright, fine. Assume I’m on the same page as you. What do I need to do? How can I help him?”
“There is only one way. He must regenerate his strength through a primal ritual.”
“A primal…ritual.” I glanced at the shifter, slumped into the couch, his feet spread on the floor and his ragged jeans the only visible shred of clothing on him. He was one of the most attractive men I had ever seen…and it had been so long since I’d had a proper lay…
“Correct. A shifter’s vitality is restored through mating. You were the only female doctor in town, and these were two necessary qualities to save our alpha,” Jake explained. “We can’t — won’t — force you to do anything, but unless you can find someone who can fuck him, and watch in case something dangerous happens to him…”
I sighed heavily. I didn’t believe I was about to do this — how ludicrous it sounded — but I felt a primal awakening inside, slowly roaring to life. I had ignored my sex drive all throughout grad school and beyond, and while surrounded by these three incredible shifters, I felt my loins starting to burn with desire.
I knew what was happening. It was some sort of pheromone in their musk, something to entice women to mate them, purely of their own volition. It was something to encourage sexual relations. And on top of that, I had self-control. I could try and throw them all out of my house, maybe nonchalantly dial the police behind my back while I distracted them…
But no. If this spiritually wounded shifter, as incredibly muscular and downright hot as he looked, could perform even slightly…he’d probably outdo every last sad scrap of man that I’d climbed into bed with.
My decision was already made, as I tugged down his jeans, feeling him shift his hips to allow me an easier time of it. Plucking them from his bare feet, he sat naked on my couch, head rolled slightly to the side. His eyes were clouded, but unmistakably on me. I ripped off my pajamas, exposing my full, thick breasts and leaving me in my panties, and I dropped to my knees in front of him.
As a woman of order, I was baffled and confused about this entire arrangement, about everything that had transpired in the last several minutes.
But as a woman ready to satisfy the flickering needs of her primal urges, properly satisfy them for the first time…I was ready to see if shifters really lived up to their reputation as the best sexual partners walking the Earth.
Spoiler alert: the rumors were very, very true.
* * * *
I grasped Brian’s semi-erect cock firmly in my hand, feeling it gradually rise to full mast as I began to stroke.
Although I wasn’t quite sure about any of this, I couldn’t help but see the positives…it’s rare that a broad-shouldered, staggeringly hot man is dropped into your lap for assumedly fantastic sex. Even with these other two shifters here, watching, I didn’t mind so much. Something about them awoke a primal part of me, some sort of feral aspect that I’d never experienced before.
It was undeniably me, deep down, craving this. I thought I’d put behind myself the days of waking up in a strangers bed, of getting so trashed that a one-night stand might involve TWO reasonably attractive men, drilling me late into the morning…but something about this entire ordeal was waking that back up, and beyond.
As I descended down upon his thick cock, my lips engulfing the tip, I felt my tongue slide across a bead of salty passion atop the crown. It was just a tantalizingly small drop of pre-cum, salty
“You expect me to believe in witches , now…?” My night was growing crazier by the second. To think, only five minutes earlier, I had been reading Nicholas Sparks . “Alright, fine. Assume I’m on the same page as you. What do I need to do? How can I help him?”
“There is only one way. He must regenerate his strength through a primal ritual.”
“A primal…ritual.” I glanced at the shifter, slumped into the couch, his feet spread on the floor and his ragged jeans the only visible shred of clothing on him. He was one of the most attractive men I had ever seen…and it had been so long since I’d had a proper lay…
“Correct. A shifter’s vitality is restored through mating. You were the only female doctor in town, and these were two necessary qualities to save our alpha,” Jake explained. “We can’t — won’t — force you to do anything, but unless you can find someone who can fuck him, and watch in case something dangerous happens to him…”
I sighed heavily. I didn’t believe I was about to do this — how ludicrous it sounded — but I felt a primal awakening inside, slowly roaring to life. I had ignored my sex drive all throughout grad school and beyond, and while surrounded by these three incredible shifters, I felt my loins starting to burn with desire.
I knew what was happening. It was some sort of pheromone in their musk, something to entice women to mate them, purely of their own volition. It was something to encourage sexual relations. And on top of that, I had self-control. I could try and throw them all out of my house, maybe nonchalantly dial the police behind my back while I distracted them…
But no. If this spiritually wounded shifter, as incredibly muscular and downright hot as he looked, could perform even slightly…he’d probably outdo every last sad scrap of man that I’d climbed into bed with.
My decision was already made, as I tugged down his jeans, feeling him shift his hips to allow me an easier time of it. Plucking them from his bare feet, he sat naked on my couch, head rolled slightly to the side. His eyes were clouded, but unmistakably on me. I ripped off my pajamas, exposing my full, thick breasts and leaving me in my panties, and I dropped to my knees in front of him.
As a woman of order, I was baffled and confused about this entire arrangement, about everything that had transpired in the last several minutes.
But as a woman ready to satisfy the flickering needs of her primal urges, properly satisfy them for the first time…I was ready to see if shifters really lived up to their reputation as the best sexual partners walking the Earth.
Spoiler alert: the rumors were very, very true.
* * * *
I grasped Brian’s semi-erect cock firmly in my hand, feeling it gradually rise to full mast as I began to stroke.
Although I wasn’t quite sure about any of this, I couldn’t help but see the positives…it’s rare that a broad-shouldered, staggeringly hot man is dropped into your lap for assumedly fantastic sex. Even with these other two shifters here, watching, I didn’t mind so much. Something about them awoke a primal part of me, some sort of feral aspect that I’d never experienced before.
It was undeniably me, deep down, craving this. I thought I’d put behind myself the days of waking up in a strangers bed, of getting so trashed that a one-night stand might involve TWO reasonably attractive men, drilling me late into the morning…but something about this entire ordeal was waking that back up, and beyond.
As I descended down upon his thick cock, my lips engulfing the tip, I felt my tongue slide across a bead of salty passion atop the crown. It was just a tantalizingly small drop of pre-cum, salty
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