Two Bears are Better Than One (Alpha Werebear Romance) (Broken Pine Bears Book 1) by Lynn Red

on skin, and realized that he was stroking himself as he pleasured her. The attention, the unbridled lust, the... fated love? Is that what it was? Whatever it was she felt, there was more to these moments, to these beautiful seconds of release and surrender to herself and to these two incredible men, than Jill had ever felt before, or even thought possible.
    “I’ve never felt like this,” she sucked in a breath. “This is...”
    “You’ve never met fate,” Rogue whispered in her ear before sucking her lobe into his mouth and warming her neck with his tongue. “You were meant for us,” he breathed. “And we for you.”
    He touched the mark on her chest, then kissed it with slow, fluttering lips.
    Jill lay her head back, awash in pleasure and not entirely sure what to do or how to do it, but unlike any other lover she’d ever had, these two seemed perfectly content to worship her, to do whatever she wanted.
    But what she wanted was to taste one of them.
    “Let me suck you,” she whispered when Rogue came near her ear again. “Let me taste you, lover.”
    Through narrowed eyes, she saw him smile.
    She shuddered, trembling with every teasingly slow curl of King’s massive fingers against her inside wall. Every single time she opened her mouth to breathe, Rogue kissed her again, squeezing harder, making her hurt just enough to enhance the pleasure.
    The mark on her chest glowed hotter, almost burning her skin. Rogue flattened his hands on her chest, climbing on top of her when she reached out and rubbed his erection through his torn jeans. In one smooth motion, he opened the fly and threw them off to the side.
    Hungrily, as if she was possessed, enthralled, helpless to resist, Jill took his tip in her mouth, sliding her tongue around his ridge and then underneath his head to the most sensitive place. He shook, and grabbed her hair, urging her down his thickness.
    With every passing moment, the intensity of pleasure inside Jill was growing hotter, deeper, tenser, and tighter. Her body grasped King’s fingers, sucking him deeper and holding him inside. She felt like the three of them were moving as one as she breathed Rogue, tasted him, and spilled herself down King’s chin.
    They moved in grasping, clenching, halting movements for what seemed like a beautiful eternity. “Bite... me,” the bear on her chest growled. When she did, gently at first to test, and then harder, he hissed and tugged her hair, sending chills of electric pleasure down her neck. “Again,” he groaned. “Yes, yes, again!”
    In a moment of pure, feral lust, she wrapped her legs around King’s head and dragged her nails along Rogue’s muscled thigh. The bear between her thighs groaned, his voice vibrating her sex, and the one sitting on her chest began to quake.
    Rogue roared, King gasped for air, Jill writhed and sucked and pumped. All three of them moved as though they were three spirits in one body. Before long, the tension grew so irresistible that all three of them knew it wouldn’t last forever.
    Her tightness clenched first. Jill felt every muscle in her body squeeze at once. King growled in excitement, and she heard him stroking quicker and harder on himself. She tugged Rogue harder, every stroke thrilling deeper and deeper.
    Unable to control herself, Jill threw her head back, sucking as hard as she could on Rogue as the trembles in her belly spread to her sex, her chest, and her arms. Her fists clenched and released, her tongue slid in desperate circles, and her hands twisted on Rogue’s thickness. She opened her mouth, feeling him erupt, and felt herself go limp as her climax wracked her body.
    King’s sucking kissing, his wet fingers, teased her entire body, her soul, to life. White light flared inside her, and as soon as Rogue’s pulsing finished, she urged King up to replace him.
    With her hands closed on him like an axe handle, she pumped fiercely, wildly, hungry.
    “Ah!” he grunted.
    She hissed out loud as Rogue’s