Free A Slice of Honeybear Pie (BWWM Paranormal BBW Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearfield Book 1) by Jacqueline Sweet, Eva Wilder Page A

I didn’t exactly wear much. And as the seventh daughter, it was my turn to be the maiden of honor. Other girls might be embarrassed to be standing next to their naked mom at her own wedding, but you get used to it. And anyway, I had a pretty big distraction.
    Standing across from me, bigger than life and twice as hunky, was Duke Grant. He was the best man, the best-looking man, and my new stepbrother. I knew he was trouble the moment I saw him. The guy was a giant, easily six and half feet tall, with a muscular build like he spent every waking minute at the gym. He and his father together ran an impossibly lucrative herbal supplement business, which is how my mom met his dad. Apparently when you bulk order newt eyes and rapunzel weed, you attract attention.
    Duke grinned at me through the ceremony, like he knew exactly how my pussy would taste. I couldn’t stop undressing him with my eyes. His tux was too tight in all the right places, especially the pants-type places. He had a bulge in his trousers like he was smuggling in his own salami for the reception. And by the look in his eyes, he knew exactly how much I wanted to be on the receiving end of his meat.
    What? I told you I was the slutty one.
    I didn’t even hear the vows, or when the sky priest asked who was representing the bride’s side. Or when they asked for the rings. I was lost in the man. Little did I know, until after the ceremony, that Duke Grant was lost in me, too. We didn’t even make it out of the grove of oak trees before he had me in his arms, tearing off my latex pants with his clawed fingers and stuffing me achingly full of his hot shifter sausage.
    Did I mention he was a shifter? He was a shifter. His dad wasn’t, but his late mother had been a werewolf. Duke spent the whole ceremony breathing in my arousal, smelling every dirty thought I had about him on my skin. I guess a bunch of the groom’s side at the wedding were shifters or shifter-kin and got a bit worked up being around us Surreal women. We’re a highly sexed bunch, us Surreals. It ended up being one of those everyone-gets-laid weddings, like in the old days. Lots of procreating going on that night. Anyway, Duke knew how I felt about him and I knew how he felt about me. The fact that we were becoming siblings missed us until after the ceremony. Well, until after our personal skin-on-skin ceremony. There was no way I could think at all until after I had him in me. Something about shifters and their animal magnetism, it drove me crazy.
    “Soraya,” he growled as he held me close, his enormous cock still half inside me. “That’s a lovely name.”
    “So is Duke ,” I said, squeezing myself around him and savoring the moan I elicited from deep within his chest.  
    “That’s not my given name, it’s more my rank. Or my position.” He stroked my hair as I stroked his cock with the slick walls of my pussy, milking every lingering drop from him.
    “What? You’re royalty?” I giggled. I knew werewolves had some sort of structure to their tribes, but whenever someone tried to explain past alpha I fell asleep.
    “No, it’s hard to explain,” he gasped as my fluttering pussy worked him to full hardness again.  
    “Something’s hard all right.”
    Duke flipped me over and took me from behind, his thick cock dragging so many juicy orgasms out of me I lost count. When he was done he spent himself deep inside me. I couldn’t come close to taking it all and his hot juices dribbled slowly, like a popsicle in summer, down my quivering thighs.
    “Can I see you again?” he murmured into my shoulder.
    “Call me sister ,” I said.
    “What?”
    “When you fuck me next time, call me sister . Don’t say my name, don’t use any of those delightfully dirty words you mutter under your breath like fuckdoll or whatever. Just call me sister. I want to see how perverse it feels.”
    “My father warned me about you.”
    “About me in particular?” I reached between my legs, to feel