Goldie’s mother’s eyes brim with tears. “It was a dowry! He said it was to help our family. We were in some debt and…” Her voice trembles, and she sobs.
Her husband comforts her, his own voice shaky when he adds to her excuses. “We didn’t know he was a monster.”
I lean in, my rage still bubbling over. “I don’t believe you. The Weston family has a suspicious history, connected to shady fucks. You’ve known them for decades.”
Goldie’s father’s eyes widen, and his wife continues to sob quietly. “Alright. But we didn’t know Thomas was as evil as he turned out to be. I swear it.”
“Did you know about Sylvie?” I ask, my next move depending entirely on their response to this question. I don’t care if they’re Goldie’s parents; I will kill them if they played any part in Sylvie’s death.
Her mother shakes her head vigorously. “No. We heard of the poor girl’s death. But we never even met her.”
I stare at them both, using my heightened senses to read their truths. They both reek of fear, but not deception. “I believe you. But hear me now. I will be watching you both. You will not come near my family or Goldie, unless she allows it. You will tell no one that we are shifters.”
They both nod, and Goldie’s father responds. “We swear it.”
I glare at them for another moment, letting my claws extend slightly. “Goldie deserves better than you both. And we will give her the life she was always meant to have. Fuck with her in any way, and I will fucking kill you.”
Her parents nod, their eyes glued to my sharp claws. The scent of urine fills the air, and I smirk, satisfaction filling my chest. Turning my back on them, I shift into my bear and bound after my family. Shedding the last of my anger, I catch up to them easily and nudge my nose against Goldie’s leg.
“You didn’t kill my parents, did you?” she asks, althoughthere is no real fear in her voice, and I let out a huff of breath. She smiles. “I didn’t think you would.”
Kieran laughs, still in human form and walking on the other side of Adrian. “He did scare the shit out of them, though.” Before Goldie can respond, Kieran leaps into the air, onto Adrian’s back, snuggling his naked body up against Goldie and wrapping his arms around her.
Adrian growls at the added weight on his back, but to him, it truly feels like no more than a fly. We generally don’t allow ourselves to be ridden like pack mules, but when his growl settles into more of a purr at Goldie’s giggles with Kieran, I can see that Adrian is enjoying the moment.
Kieran brushes his hand over Goldie’s face, the shadow of a bruise on her cheek. “Does it hurt? I am sorry we didn’t get there before he put his hands on you, Goldie.” Kieran’s voice has an edge to it, and I know he is wishing we could murder Thomas all over again, because I’m doing the same.
Goldie shakes her head. “You got there just in time. And he slaps like a little bitch.”
I chuff at her, laughter filling my insides at her crass words, and Kieran’s loud laugh fills the air. “I bet he does. We’ll put a salve on it when we get home, just to soothe some of the ache. And perhaps a nice long dip in the hot tub.”
Kieran’s hands move over her body, massaging her shoulders, her legs, every inch of her. She’s wearing a hideous wedding dress, and it carries Weston’s scent. I lean toward them and take the hem between my teeth and tug sharply. The dress tears, part of the skirt ripping off to reveal more of her toned legs. Goldie yelps in surprise.
“Dang, Marcus, I know it’s not a pretty dress, but tell me how you really feel,” Goldie teases.
Kieran chuckles. “Even though you look stunning no matter what you wear, it’s not just the ugly dress he doesn’t like. It smells like Weston.”
Her eyes go round. “Oh. Gross. Get it off me.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Kieran smirks and begins unlacing the corset and ripping the dress from her body. Beneath the dress, she wears a lacy white bra and a matching thong. Kieran drags his nose over her flesh, biting at her bra strap. “This stinks too.”
Goldie giggles at his teasing tone. “Best remove it then. The only smell I want on my skin is yours. And Adrian and Marcus. My three little bears.”
Adrian growls at her words, and Kieran laughs, voicing what Adrian and I both feel. “Who are you calling little, sweetness? Sounds like someone’s holes need to be filled, lest she forgets what having three very large shifters feels like.”
Goldie moans when Kieran extends a single claw to tear away the lacy lingerie. He uses one hand to tease her pink nipples and the other dips between her legs. Adrian growls, the sound more erotic than angry, and I know he can also smell Goldie’s sweet arousal thickening the air around us.
“She’s already soaked for us, brothers,” Kieran purrs. His fingers disappear between her legs, and her back arches with her next moan. “That’s it, Goldie, see how well you take my fingers? You were made for us.”
She lets out a mewl of pleasure, rolling her hips. “Yes. More, please.”
Kieran’s muscular arm circles her waist, holding her in place while his fingers bring her to ruin. “Come for me, sweetness. Let’s coat Adrian’s fur in your juices.” His voice is rough with desire.
I can barely hold myself together when Goldie’s moans turn to screams, echoing in the forest as we walk back to the cabin. When she shouts his name and her scent becomes too strong to resist, I shift into human form.
“I can’t wait,” I stand beside Adrian’s bear form and holdout my arms to Goldie. “Get over here, cub. I need to fucking feel you, or I’ll go insane.”
Kieran gently lifts Goldie, and the petite woman falls easily into my arms. Kieran hops down next, and as soon as he does, Adrian shifts as well. His hard dick bobs against his stomach.
