Curves for Her Bears (BBW Shifter Erotic Romance) (4 page)

Yet here she stood in Aiden’s arms, her hand arousing him, telling him she was willing to go further.

“Cyrus,” she whispered to herself.

Aiden pulled away from her and swung around, seeing Cyrus he dropped any contact between them. Maggie looked from one to the other, and knew her fears had been realised, she was about to come between these two friends. In that moment, she knew she had to make it right. This was too important to them, to all of them. She already felt as though her fate was wrapped around theirs now.

Cyrus turned to walk away, and she placed her hand on Aiden’s arm to stop him following. “Let me,” she said, and raced after him, her fatigue replaced by something else, giving her the strength to catch him.

He tried to shrug her off when she reached out for him, the movement sending her reeling. “Cyrus!” Aiden called out.

Maggie remembered what Aiden had told her about Cyrus’s temper, and wondered if she was going to pay the price for what had passed between her and Aiden. However, on hearing Aiden’s warning, Cyrus turned to her, and instead of raising his hand in anger, he raised it contrition.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and she believed him. This man with all his pent up rage could not hurt her if he tried, he needed her, the look on his face told her that and more.

“Cyrus. I’m sorry you saw us.”

“There is nothing to be sorry for. I know Aiden has feelings for you. Now it is obvious you feel the same for him.”

“Cyrus, please. I don’t know what I feel for either of you. But whatever it is it runs deep and wide, enough for both of you.”

He turned and looked at her, trying to see the lie he thought she was telling. Opening her heart to him, she tried to show him she meant every word. Her feelings for each of them could not be separated. Was this how you were supposed to feel? Was it possible that her memory was playing tricks on her, telling her she should love one or the other, not both?

“You don’t have to say that. I will not stand in Aiden’s way. God knows I owe him my life.”

“Please believe me, Cyrus. Help me to understand how I can make you both happy.” Tears of confusion ran down her cheeks, this all seemed so right and yet so wrong. If only she could remember her life, then she might be able to look at this logically, or at least with no guilt

Going to Cyrus, she stood so close she could feel his body heat radiating out from him. Waiting, she needed him to take the last step, to claim her in the same way Aiden had. In this way, she would know that she had not forced herself onto him and into his arms.

She need not have worried; he reached out his large hand and delicately stroked her cheek. Tremors of desire filled her body.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“No. Not really, but if you want to share your body heat with me I won’t object.” She smiled at him weakly, feeling like a fool. That was until he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her close, his muscles tense as he tried to restrain himself.

His need for her was as evident as Aiden’s had been, and she figured he was not so good at self control. This thought intrigued her. What would it take to unleash the awesome power of Cyrus? Would their lovemaking release it, she wanted to find out more than anything else in this world.

Standing on tiptoe, she touched her lips to his cheek, his grip tightened, and he turned his head to press his lips to hers. Surprisingly he was gentler than Aiden, letting her lead the way and explore his mouth and then down his neck. Her breasts brushed against his chest when she sank back down to stand flat on her feet. Nipples hardening into stiff peaks, wanting to rub up and down on his toned muscular chest.

He looked up, his attention drawn away from her for a moment. Aiden had moved forward to stand beside them. Half turning she placed a hand on his arm, and urged him closer, wanting to be sandwiched between these two man mountains.

Cyrus kissed her neck; Aiden stood behind her and his hands went to her breasts, chafing her nipples through her clothes. Maggie would have happily stripped naked right there and then to allow them access to the whole of her naked body, despite the cold.

The two men explored her body, Cyrus sliding his hand between her thighs and making her spread her legs wide to allow him to rub her clit. She had to lean her weight back against Aiden to stop her knees from giving out on her. She felt like a bitch on heat, not able to choose between her two mates.

Four hands and two mouths kissing and caressing her, making her aroused to the point her need was like a chasm with no end. She needed them to take her now, to lay her on the floor and cover her body with theirs, each in turn, and make her scream with pleasure.

She began to pull the coat off, deciding that if she made the first move they would catch her drift and strip her naked. Instead Aiden stopped, pulling the coat back onto her shoulders and turning her round to do it up.

“Not here, not yet.”

“Then take me back to the house. I will willingly go to bed with you both.”

“Not yet.”

She pressed forward onto him again. “Carry me there now,” she pleaded.

“No.” He looked at Cyrus, that look passed between them again, and she knew that whatever they had to say, she was not going to like it.

“Please, Cyrus. I’ve made my decision,” Maggie said, not wanting anything to spoil this moment.

“But you don’t know all the facts.”

Her heart sank, so they had been responsible for the blow to her head and memory loss. “Tell me your secret.” Although if there was anything they had to tell her that would change the way she wanted them right now, she did not want to know.

“It is not something that is easy to tell,” Cyrus said.

“I will understand. Whatever it is.” She wanted to feel them teasing her body again.

“We will show you. But please keep an open mind, and know there is no danger. We will not hurt you.”

His words were sobering to Maggie. His voice telling her the seriousness of whatever it was they were going to share. She truly did not want to know, because if it was something she did not like there was nowhere for her to run, the bear was still out there.

She put her hand to her mouth in shock, was that it. They had killed whoever it was that had been chasing her, and they were going to show her a dead body. Maybe it would jog her memory, or maybe the dead body belonged to her husband, and they had killed him to take possession of her.

“Maggie. Please, you are quite safe,” Aiden said, concerned at the fear on her face.

“Am I?”

“Yes. Watch. Don’t run away, whatever you feel.” He touched her gently on the arm, trying to reassure her.

She truly was scared now, all thoughts of sex with them gone. The thought crossed her mind that she might have to sleep with them anyway to maintain a pretence and ensure her safety. Would she be able to do that? Sleep with two cold blooded murderers.

They moved away from her, and she thought this might be a good time to run. However, she had already tried that and it had got her nowhere, except nearly eaten by that bear. So she stood her ground, steeling herself for whatever might happen, and whatever they had to show her.

They looked nervously at each other, and she saw they were perhaps more scared than she was. What the hell was going on, she had no idea, but the fear began to change to excitement as they took a step away from each other.

Before her eyes the air around them began to shift, shimmering until their outlines became vague. Maggie thought her faintness must be coming back, that the stress of the last two days had caught up with her, yet when she looked away from them, her vision seemed normal.

Looking closer she noticed the shape of their bodies change, becoming lower to the ground, and yet becoming bigger. Their bulk increasing, while it looked as though they were on all fours. Maggie took a step forward, trying to make out what was happening before her eyes, and then the shimmering stopped, and her vision started to clear.

Her hand went to her mouth as she gasped in shock. This could not be, it could not be real. Nevertheless, before her stood two big bears, one brown the other darker, almost black. They stood staring at her, making her think they were statues because neither of them moved.

Maggie opened her mouth to speak, but no words could form, her mind was too overloaded with questions that had no answers. This could not be real. Or was her mind once more playing a trick on her, was this reality, could people really change from one thing to another. Could she?

She searched inside herself for a moment, but could find nothing that told her how this was done. Frustrated she took a step forward, wanting to touch the bears to know for sure they were real.

She took a couple of slow steps closer, her hands reaching out to touch them. They moved towards her, and allowed her to thread her fingers through their thick fur. Looking down, directly into the eyes of the lighter brown bear she saw something familiar. She saw Aiden looking right back at her, his expression one of concern.

Whether this was normal or not she had no idea, but the shock of it hit her, and she fell to the ground. Maggie had fainted again. This was becoming too much of a habit.

She opened her eyes to find them both leaning over her, full of concern.

“I’m sorry,” said Aiden. “There was no other way to show you what we are.”

“And what exactly are you?” she asked, sitting up.

Cyrus moved behind her so she could lean against him. His hands were warm on her arms, even through the thick coat. Despite everything, his touch ignited a fire inside her that longed to be kindled into a flame of desire, which only these two men could quench.

“Shifters, part man, part bear. Why we are like this, no one knows.” Aiden looked serious, studying her face intently to try to gauge her reaction.

“It’s not possible,” Maggie knew the words were redundant, after all, she had seen it with her own eyes.

“It’s why we are different. I know how hard it is to accept, if you want us to we will take you away from here. But please, don’t tell anyone what we are, this is our home and we don’t want to leave.”

“I won’t tell.” She looked from one man to the other, wanting to feel the close contact of their bodies against hers. “And I don’t want to leave.”

Aiden looked up at Cyrus, who smiled, a sight that made Maggie’s insides squirm. All she wanted them to do was take her back to the house as quickly as possible so they could take the relationship further, much further.

She tried to get up, Cyrus helping to lift her, while Aiden held her steady once she was standing. Taking one step at a time she headed back up the hill, the two men accompanying her. She could feel their impatience, wanting to get there quicker, but neither of them rushed her.

Finally, she asked to be carried, worried she would be too weak from this exertion to fully appreciate the intimate attention she craved from these two men. It was Cyrus who lifted her this time, and she put her arm around his neck and leaned against his shoulder.

“Are there others like you?” she asked.

“Yes. Some.”

“Are they all bears too?”

“No, some are wolves, and big cats.”

“I take it it’s not common knowledge then. I wondered if it was something I should have known, but my damn memory is still not there.”

“No, you would not know.”

They had reached the house, Aiden opened the front door and Cyrus set her down just inside. The warmth was wonderful, and as soon as Aiden had shut the door, he took off the coat she had borrowed a lifetime ago. His hands wonderful on her body.

Now Cyrus spoke, his voice filled with need, but also worry. “Maggie, we should wait for your memory to return before this goes any further. You might be someone else’s mate already. I would never forgive myself if you end up regretting what might pass between us.”

She turned to him, and stretched to place her lips on his. “Cyrus, thank you. But right now I would rather let this happen, than regret not acting on my feelings for the rest of my life.”

Taking his hand, she led him to the bedroom, beckoning Aiden to follow them. He did, and once the three of them had gone up the stairs and into the room she had spent the night in, they began to undress.

Aiden stood behind Maggie, and lifted her shirt over her head; Cyrus bent and kissed the swell of her breasts above her bra. She could feel Aiden’s fingers trembling while they unhooked her bra, and her breasts were free. His hands came around her and cupped them, offering them to Cyrus who feasted in them with his mouth. Sucking her nipples into his mouth and rolling his tongue over them until they were tingling and taut.

She leaned back against Aiden, and turned her head to kiss him. His lips were wonderfully sensual, full and yet so gentle on hers. He did not want to hurt her; however, she longed to unleash the beast in these two men, to teach them what it was to really love a woman.

Aiden pushed his tongue into her mouth, and she let him, hers entwining with his while she tried to concentrate, not an easy task when Cyrus nipped and sucked her breasts.

Only too willing to share her, Cyrus turned her around to allow Aiden to take his turn. At first, he simply stood and ran his hands over her full breasts, watching how they moved, and how she responded. Then he bent his head and licked one stiff peak with the flat of his tongue, Maggie whimpered, pulling his head closer. He understood her need and sucked it in hard, and this time she cried out.

Cyrus slid his hand down her stomach, and then even lower to rub against the little bud between her thighs. Oh, yes. She wanted him there, but it would be so much better for it to be his mouth.

“Why don’t we take our clothes off?” she said. Also wanting to see what these two men were like naked.

She began to undo Aiden’s’ shirt, while Cyrus stripped quickly to stand proud and erect behind her, his stiffness pressing into her back while his hands stroked her skin. When the two men were completely naked she undid her jeans, Aiden pulled them down for her, taking her panties with them.

Lifting one foot and then the other out of them, she felt completely exposed to Aiden who was bent down before her. She watched him, noting how his eyes were drawn to the dark shadow of hair between her thighs. Her juices grew slick and warm, imagining what was about to pass between them. Which one of these magnificent men would take her first?