Free WereFever by Lia Slater Page B

carefree,
undisciplined way. Untamed. Wild.
    What was happening?
    Shaw kissed her cheek, then brushed his lips over her ear in
a whisper. “It’s okay, Alaura. We won’t hurt you.”
    She shook her head absently as her mind searched for a
reason why she’d be in this intimate situation with these two large Weres. She
felt small and delicate sandwiched between their steely bodies. Her pulse raced
and her flesh prickled. What was she missing? Confusion warred with pleasure as
Shaw’s fingers worked her achingly responsive sex and Hagan gave her a roguish
grin, sweeping his fingers down her throat.
    “You don’t have to fear me, Alaura,” Hagan drawled in his
husky voice. “I’m just here to keep you warm.”
    Warm. She’d been so cold from the snowstorm and had quickly
drifted to sleep when Shaw had brought her into this cave. The pieces formed
together in her mind and she remembered Hagan following them in and spreading
out behind her. She’d welcomed the immediate heat the two had given her. But
now she wasn’t sure.
    Fear mixed with desire as Shaw’s long finger slid into her
in a steady rhythm. The craving to run away with panic seemed a lesser priority
than the need to feel him inside her.
    This was insane. Confusing yet seductive. Wicked yet
captivating. It felt too good to stop him. Too good to care about anything but
her release. She could yell at them when it was over and she’d come back to her
senses.
    If she ever came back to her senses.
    A hand found her breast and teased her sensitive nipple,
sending a lightning spark to where Shaw’s fingers stroked.
    “Don’t touch her.” Shaw looked over her head at the Were
behind her, and Alaura realized it was Hagan’s hand on her breast.
    His rough, callused hand, large enough to cup her fully. It
didn’t budge from her bosom and her body reacted, deceiving her as more heat
built in her pussy, soaking Shaw’s finger. She clenched down on him and the
sensation inside soared.
    Shaw groaned. “Do you want him to touch you, love?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, surprised by her boldness. All she
knew at that moment was how safe she felt, bordered by Shaw and Hagan. Hagan,
who had become her friend just like the rest of the twelve pack mates. And
Shaw, who filled her mind with sensual thoughts.
    “Smart woman,” Hagan murmured against her ear, his warm
breath tickling her skin. “You won’t be disappointed.”
    “Just her breast,” Shaw ordered. “Nowhere else.”
    Another hand found her ass and squeezed. Alaura sighed with
yearning and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to know who was touching her
where. She only wanted to accept the guilty pleasure, feel it, lose herself in
it.
    It had been so long since a man had touched her. Never had
it felt this good. Never had she felt so right.
    She was surrounded by hard muscles and warmth. Thighs,
rippled stomachs and solid chests. They moved against her, pressed up next to
her. Shaw’s long, thick cock lengthened against her belly, while Hagan’s sat
firmly in the cradle of her buttocks. They were both strong, feral beings.
Their primitive energy sizzled into the air around her, keeping her in a
seductive trance.
    She’d grown from cold, to warm, to moist with perspiration
in a matter of minutes and she didn’t want to go back any time soon.
    Their hands moved over her body, massaging her sore muscles
and teasing her sensitive areas, her nipples, her ass, her pussy. A mouth—Shaw’s
lips—molded against hers in an urgent kiss, full of need. She eagerly welcomed
his tongue and he explored her mouth, drugging her with his intoxicating, fiery
taste.
    This was their first real kiss, she realized as an
afterthought. A fervent, heated kiss, not simply a peck stolen in a rare
private moment. She’d fantasized about the passion they could eventually share,
but hadn’t dreamed it would be this powerful. All-consuming.
    Alaura responded by moving her hips to meet his finger
thrusts. She moaned into his mouth