Bears' Claim [PUP Squad Alpha 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Abby Blake

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    “Do I need a safe word?” Hannah asked nervously. His smile grew wider. Obviously she’d read more than a little BDSM in her romance stories.
    “Not this time,” he said in a deep voice, thickened with his need. “You just have to say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or anything else negative and I’ll pull back.” She nodded her understanding, her body losing the rigid tension of a few moments ago. “We’ll start slowly.”
    The first hit was barely a tap, and she wiggled her bottom, asking for more. The next few were similar, spread over her ass and thighs as he watched her reactions, making certain that she was enjoying his attention. He smacked her a little harder, grinning when she moaned.
    “That’s it, babe. Let me know how you’re feeling.” He rubbed the back of the brush over the pinkened flesh. “But maybe hold off on the screaming for now. We don’t want the squad to come knocking down the doors thinking you’re in trouble.”
    She laughed, rocking side to side and rubbing her thighs together as she watched him through the mirror. “There’s no doubt that I’m in a whole heap of trouble. Fortunately, Mr. Rindell, I think you might be up to the challenge.”
    “That I am,” West said as he smacked her a lot harder with the brush. She just moaned louder. Fuck, his mate was absolutely perfect. He began smacking her rhythmically, constantly watching her reactions, gauging her enjoyment, pleased to see her reacting exactly as he’d hoped.
     
    * * * *
     
    Hannah had never felt anything like it. She’d read more than a few spanking scenes in her romance novels, but she’d never really understood the strange closeness that came with such unusually intimate behavior. The brush didn’t really hurt, but after each blow a slight sting and a slow burn began in her skin, the heat flowing to her pussy, swelling her clit, increasing her need.
    She almost sighed at the pleasure when he started smacking her harder, spanking her more forcefully, moving the brush more quickly. She lifted on her toes, her need growing exponentially as orgasm pulled every muscle tighter. She whimpered, the sound escaping her before she knew it was there.
    “Shhh, babe. I fully intend to slam my cock into this beautiful pussy the moment you start coming. I plan to ride your orgasm to heaven and back.”
    Just his words set every muscle trembling. He pushed her lower, his big hand against her spine as he slapped her harder and harder. “Bite your lips,” he ordered quickly. What the hell? But she did as he ordered, grunting as the brush came down on the swollen folds of her pussy. She held the scream in, her body thrown into violent orgasm as West dropped the brush and rammed his cock into her body. She bucked against him, her pussy grabbing at his hard cock, gripping him tightly, trying to hold him trapped as he fucked her hard and fast.
    “Shit,” he said as he lost control and spilled his seed into her body. He bucked with her, their movements jerky, uncoordinated. Heat washed over her again and again, her knees giving out as complete exhaustion claimed her. West held her up, the only thing between her and a crash to the hard tiled floor.
    She pressed her heated face against the cool vanity, her pussy still caressing West even as he pulled out of her quivering flesh.
    “Holy hell, sweet Hannah, you are absolutely perfect.”
    She smiled, tried to talk, but couldn’t seem to find the energy to form words. He smiled as if he understood her dilemma.
    “Come on, babe. Let’s get you cleaned up and tucked into bed beside Eric.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Eric smiled even with his head still under the pillow. His cock was hard and throbbing, but it was the way West and Hannah had just proven how perfect they were for each other that gave him the most satisfaction. He’d purposefully let them think he was asleep, but even with the pillow over his head he could hear every word clearly.
    He couldn’t believe they’d gotten so