#HearMeRoar Am I In Too Deep?

By Alejandra Perez | Nov 20 | Love, Reflection, Never Lie | 0 Comments

 

Hey Lovies!

 

I think I may have made a colossal mistake. There is something…terrifying about finally being offered what you’ve been wishing for. I never lie to myself, and by extension you, so I’m going to share what has happened.

 

I don’t want the very future and things I’ve been telling myself all this time.

 

It sounds so stupid, and I feel anger pulsing through me just reading the words. But it’s true. You know how they say, “be careful what you wish for”? I should have listened. I thought I wanted a love that couldn’t be denied. Faithfulness that I couldn’t walk away from, and would leave me feeling more secure than I ever have in my life. So, what’s the hold up, when my shifter pairing has given me a real possibility? I don’t trust it. There, I said it. In the world, I’ve learned the fat girl has to settle, she has to accept what scraps tossed her way, and as much as I’ve learned to love myself, in every way, I cannot believe that someone else will love me like that. My pure incredulous response both confuses and pushes away the very thing I want.

 

I need to contact the owner. This isn’t fair to those who signed up for this. I’m not ready for forever, and maybe I never will be.

 

Smooches xoxox

Ally

 

Ally rolled away from her blog post, ready to throw her laptop. Her body was on fire, and she could still feel Deni and Rich’s possession down to her bones, but she’d lost something. She didn’t know how, or understand why it made sense, but it did. Her heart thudded in her chest, a slow mournful wail, and her blood rushed through her veins and pooled in her engorges zones. Her body was at war with itself, and her mind was the damn ringleader. While her vagina was in favor of everything Rich and Deni could offer, her mind told it to go sit its ass down and think about it. Of course, then her heart wondered what all the fuss was about because it continued to trip over itself when either man was in the room.

As aggressive as Deni was, the push and pull of his manner, he still took care of her. She sensed that he could have pushed his way into her room with Rich, not taken the hint to go cook and give her time to cool, or let Rich do the convincing. And Rich…sigh. She didn’t even want to think about the topsy-turvy way he left her feeling after he’d left the room.

“I’m just sending myself around in circles. I need to call Gerri.”

Ally reached for her hand, and then screamed when it rang. Gerri’s name brightened on the screen and Ally answered tentatively. “You have ESP or something?”

“No, I’ve got momma’s going to come up there and spank your ass.”

Ally gulped. “Ma’am?”

“Don’t you ma’am me. I read your post, young lady, and you’re full of it. The woman I met in that coffee shop was more than ready. And the girl on this blog? She would march her ass downstairs, naked, and demand she be pleasured until she couldn’t walk straight.”

Chills raced down Ally’s spine and she stifled a moan.

“I heard that, young lady. Look, I don’t set anyone up unless I know they will work and that they’re ready. I would have dismissed you if I felt otherwise. It’s okay to be afraid, but I never took you for a chicken. And I mean it, chicken shifters run from everything.”

Ally snorted through her chagrin. “There are chicken shifters?”

“Honey, there are shifters you wouldn’t believe. Animals, both mythical and real, are fair game. But that’s not the point. You have two delectable examples of shifter material waiting on you, and you’re playing around with toys. I only recommend that when your men can help, you use them properly. I don’t want to see another post unless you are requesting the help of an oxygen tank so you never have to come up for air again. Goodbye, Ally.”

“Gerri. Hello?” Ally pulled the phone away from her face. “She hung up on me.”

Ally tossed the phone down, a bit peeved that she’d been hung up on, but a whole lot more embarrassed. Leave it to a feisty silver fox to put Ally directly in her place without an apology. She pulled herself up out of bed. The food Deni cooked smelled delicious, and she needed to stop hiding up in the room. She’d never been one to shy from a challenge, and the first chance to truly come out swinging she ducked and ran. She groaned and covered her face with her hands.

“Way to roar, Ally,” she grumbled.

Then suck it up, and you make the rules, she thought. So, what if this couldn’t really work? At least she could have the time of her life, with memories that would keep her warm long after they were gone. She wouldn’t think about forever, or mating. She’d take steps to protect her heart and enjoy a month full of hot, dirty sex and gorgeous men. No woman could turn that down. She nodded with resolution, and decided on a quick shower. After that she remembered, of course, that she didn’t have anything but a few lingerie pieces to change into.

“Well, I have been given a challenge,” she thought.

Didn’t Gerri say something about walking downstairs naked? Ally wouldn’t go that far just yet, but she could still have a bit of fun. She pulled a pair of lacy boy shorts to showcase her generous ass and hips, then pulled a silk white teddy over it. The teddy wouldn’t go much passed her hips, but the material formed her shape like poured on pearl, and she loved how sexy it made her feel. That done, she left the shoes behind, ran her fingers through her loose hair, and left her bedroom.

And slammed into a hard chest.

Hot hands gripped her arms to steady her and she looked up into Deni’s eyes. They snapped golden with fire, and the lines of his face broadened. For a second his visage wavered before it snapped back into place. Charred smoke and cooked meat wafted from him, but an undeniable essence of him filled her nose. She curled her toes against the hardwood floors and leaned into his touch.

“I want you, against the wall, screaming for me,” he growled. “But then I want to pull you in my arms, just to know how perfect you’d fit.”

He sighed and stepped back, releasing her arms, but she stepped with him. Their gazes were locked, and the heat of her decision burned through her. This, from him, she understood. She could handle and revel in. No thoughts, no worries. Just temptation and need pouring between two sweaty forms.

“It’s the mating,” he told her. “You’ll want me that way all the time, but it will get worse, and you’ll ache until we are mated.”

She frowned up at him. “You’re saying my pussy will stay this wet until I let you mate me?”

His deep rumble sent sparks of desire dancing over her clit and she moaned. God, she’d never been this achy and turned on in her life. One minute she wavered the veracity of what they were doing, and then she came into contact with them, and she lost her mind. The air was thick, and she the slightest change of pressure registered on her skin.

“It’s not wet enough yet,” he told her. Confusion must have shown on her face because he traced a finger down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs. “Here. You aren’t nearly wet enough.”

“I need—I don’t—”

He wrapped a hand around her throat and she went quiet. That one dominating move rendered her senseless. How could his touch feel threatening and caring at once? She knew he had the strength to crush her, and yet his brand protected her, his softness beguiled her.

“I know what you need, baby. And I want to give it to you. You’ll be a good girl, and ask me nicely, won’t you?” He stepped into her, and all she felt was him. His heat. His scent. His command. Her knees went weak.

When his grip tightened just a bit around her throat she gasped with awareness. “Tell me. Say, “please fuck me, Sir”.”

Give them an ultimatum, Ally. Have fun for a month and then walk away from memories. Those thoughts swirled in her brain, but they seemed small, so insignificant against the one command he’d given her. The words bubbled up inside of her, and she couldn’t stop them if she wanted to. His shoulders were too broad, taking up the world. The lights dimmed around her, until she viewed him through a darkened haze. Only his eyes kept her grounded, and the needs she’d had just moments before seemed insipid next to his.

“One,” he counted.

“I—”

“Two.”

“Deni—”

His hand tightened more and he stepped into her, curling around her form. She’d never felt dainty in her life, and now she sensed her own fragility against his strength. “Three licks, Ally. How many more will it take?”

Licks? She didn’t know, didn’t understand, but her body went hot. “Please fuck me, Sir.”

His eyes closed and he sighed, his hot breath sliding over her lips. “Such a good girl. My bedroom is at the end of the hall. You will walk in there, remove your underwear, and kneel on my bed. Once you do, bend forward and place your forearms on the cover so I can see that sweet ass in the air.”

He released her and stepped back. She stumbled, lost and confused without his guidance to help her find her way. She blinked, trying to get her bearings.

“Or you can go downstairs, find a few movies to relax, and enjoy yourself. You’ll sleep alone tonight, instead of with your mates. Your choice.”

She didn’t want a choice, not after how he took control so easily, and she’d been able to let herself go. Not after he gave her a piece of what it could be between them if she let her body make the choices. When he made her chose, her mind came into play, and fear sizzled.

“Please,” she begged, not sure how to put into words what she needed. How he’d found the way to block out the unnecessary noise. “I can’t,” she finished.

He drew back, his shoulders stiff and his face hard, but the way his eye glinted took her breath away. His smile, both understanding and taunting, made her lick her dry lips. “I see,” was all he said.

She didn’t, but she heard steps on the stairs behind her and her heart throbbed. Rich. She knew it was him even before his light hair was visible.

“Go to my room, and present yourself as I told you, Ally. Wait for us there.”

She turned on shaky legs.

“The proper response is, “yes, Sir”.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“Now go. You’ve earned an extra lick.”

She stopped in the hallway. “With your tongue? Your hand?” she asked.

“Both,” was his ominous response.

How she had ever thought before that she could waltz downstairs and tell these men she’d only have sex with them during her time here, and the rest was off the table, she’d been crazy. Even now, as she put one foot in front of the other, and stepped into the spacious master suite at the end of the hall, she knew the next sequence of events would change them all. The darkened room, with its deep ebony furniture and blood red sheets, was like a key. A place unlocked in her mind, and she wafted in that fuzzy space. Aware of how her panties felt sliding down her legs, and the slight breeze against her wet pussy, she floated in that new level. Soft cotton dampened noise around her, but she could feel the pounding of her heart, and the slide of her skin against the covers as she got into position. Her breath whooshed out of her, and she closed her eyes to sink into the feeling.

No matter the outcome, this sacred fantasy, unlocked and made real, would live without her forever. But she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, there would be no going back. Forget her blog, her call with Gerri, or her resolutions. She’d belonged to these men, hook, line, and sinker. She had no other choice, she lifted her ass, arched her back, and waited for her men to come for her.