Mountain Men II: Primal Hunger by Mandy Monroe

jut forward and butt to
poke out. Nothing concealed here.
    Gavin leaned forward and rest his
chin on her shoulder, breath tickling her neck when her growled in
her ear.
    “ What do you see?”
    “ Wh- What?” Maura stammered, sure
she hadn’t heard correctly.
    “ When you look up there,” Gavin
gently turned her chin to once again face her reflection, “what is
it you see?”
    “ I see the fat girl that everyone
called Moo-ra. The one whose father told her she was too fat to
keep a man. And he was right, Darren left me because I didn’t lose
enough weight, I am too big. There has to be a better, happier,
skinny me in here somewhere. One that’s skinny enough to be
worthy.”
    “ Gavin, I think Maura needs to see
herself the way we do.”
    Bain traded places with Gavin
behind her and spoke with his deep rich voice rumbling next to her
ear. He sought her eyes in the mirror and began stroking her
hip.
    “ When you first got here I got
hard the minute I saw you. I thought you were the most perfectly
formed woman I had ever seen. Everything on you appeals to me.
Everything.”
    Bain reached around and palmed her
breasts growling in her ear.
    “ I love the way your full, round
breasts overflow my hands.”
    He ran his palms down her sides to
her hips.
    “ And these just slay me. I watch
the way you walk, and that sway you have with these fucking
fantastic hips ….”
    Bain bit his bottom lip and pressed
his erection against her hip.
    “ Well, you can feel what it does
to me. Does that feel like you aren’t worthy of my
attention?”
    Bain backed away then and swatted
her backside. Gavin stepped in then to add his two cents
worth.
    “ Maura, when I first saw you I
thought you were rounded everywhere I liked. Still do. Aside from
your obvious smarts and backbone, know what I have the most trouble
keeping my hands off of?”
    He stood directly behind her,
speaking just inches from her ear. His breath tickled against her
neck and she almost forgot the question.
    “ N-no.”
    Gavin ran his fingertips up the
back of her thighs to grip one buttock cheek in each hand. His
fingertips barely brushed against her anus there and it quivered in
response. Her breath hitched again and Gavin smiled, knowing she
would enjoy what he had planned for her there … later.
    “ This work of art you carry behind
you my dear, this juicy and wonderful ass.”
    He continued to massage her ass
cheeks and smelled her arousal ratchet up another notch. He almost
forgot what they were doing for a moment he got so caught up in her
full globes.
    “ I have wanted to take a bite out
of this for what feels like an eternity.”
    Gavin dropped and placed a firm
bite on her right ass cheek. He used his blunted, human teeth
knowing it was still too early to formally mark her with his lion’s
canines. Maura’s sharp intake of breath told him all he needed to
know.
    Bain approached again but stood in
front of her this time. The backs of his fingers brushed to tips of
her breasts.
    “ Now I want you to keep your eyes
on us in the mirror.”
    Maura nodded and watched as Bain
sunk to his knee in front of her. He palmed her legs apart wider
and leaned in, inhaling deeply. He took a long, sweeping lick up
her core and groaned with satisfaction.
    “ Mmmm, Honey indeed.”
    Maura watched in fascination as
Bain’s dark head dipped between her legs. The contrast between her
pale thigh and his darkness just added to the eroticism of the
scene. Where Gavin had a rough and flexible tongue, Bain’s was
thicker, still rough but softer than Gavin’s. He had a skill set
all his own. She saw the pink flush creeping through her body and
the way her middle undulated in pleasure.
    When her knees buckled her wrists
still supported her from the light restraint but Gavin stepped up
behind her. Bain hooked each knees over a shoulder and proceeded to
bury his tongue deep within her wetness. Maura cried out and leaned
her back against Gavin’s chest. Her weight was