Alpha Breed: Werewolf Bikers (Sex & Violence Book 1) by Amanda Close

seemingly determined to show his dominance over Brienne and Arn in as physical a way as possible without simply attacking them. Brienne had not quite known what to expect from anal sex, as she’d never had the courage to try it, and the few times she’d been drunk enough to give Glen a shot he’d chickened out.
     
    Now here she was, being savagely taken anally for the first time, and it was while being filled by a second cock below her. Roland released his grip on her waist and looped her arms behind her, locking them into place around his own as he used his other to pull back on her hair, forcing her body into a deep arch as he plunged her from behind, just as he had when they’d first mated. The alpha pushed in deep and held himself there, and using his strength lifted the druid off the ground so that he could sit back on the low bench behind him. Once he was in place he switched his grip from her arms to her legs, and Brienne was able to hold herself steady in his lap as he held her legs and impaled her ass.
     
    The alpha snapped his jaws and snarled at Arn, who yipped in response as he shifted to his own half-form and stood up. The shifter towered over Brienne as she looked up to meet his gaze. The shifter leaned over Brienne and clasped his hands around hers, holding her arms above her head and against the wall. Arn then drove his half-shifted member into her slick pussy and began to pump, using his rippling abs and his strong thighs to pull every bit of force he could from the power stance. Soon the two shifters were fucking Brienne so hard that she couldn’t tell which was louder, the sound of all their bodies smacking into each other or the snarls and growls they all made while they did it.
     
    The two shifters snapped at each other, as the were face to face, and the druid suddenly felt as if they were still somehow fighting each other, only this time using her body instead of their claws. Brienne was awash in sensation and began to howl with ecstasy as one or both of them hit her ‘g’ spot and her body thundered with orgasm. The sudden onslaught of her pleasure sent Roland over the edge and she could feel his wet explosion inside her. As the two beneath him came Arn finally reached his threshold and joined in their howls. The shifter flooded Brienne with his load as he continued thrusting himself, as if he was trying to push his seed deeper and deeper into her womb.
     
    Roland had given him a mighty gift, to let Arn take Brienne hard and without protection, and the shifter seemed intent on getting as much out of the moment as possible. They fell asleep on the concrete floor in a tangle of limbs, their lust sated for the moment and the exertions of sex and violence finally demanding their price. It wasn’t until four hours later when the sound of Womack’s bike filled the little room that the threesome even stirred.
     
    The old shifter opened the door and snorted as he smiled at the sight of the three naked bodies tangled together on the floor.
     
    “It smells like blood, sweat, and sex in here,” said Womack genially as he groaned and took a seat on the bench, then crossed his arms while looking at Roland and said, “I take it two packs have become one, since all three of you are alive and none the worse for wear.”
     
    “Arn has submitted,” said Roland in a gravely voice as he got to his feet and started putting his clothes back on after a long stretch.
     
    “It seemed like the thing to do at the time,” responded Arn as he did his stretching while still laying on the ground and making no attempt to avert his eyes from Brienne’s gorgeous body as she got to her feet and started donning her own clothes, “And now its settled. My people will be happy to have Roland as their alpha, truth be told I wasn’t doing the best job at keeping them in line anyway.”
     
    “One big happy family,” said Womack before he groaned somewhat theatrically and pulled himself up to his feet, his wounds