Page 13 of Claimed by Her Polar Bears

Jenni

Ride a polar bear?

Mate to a pair of polar bears?

Jenni lay still, trying not to cue the men on either side of her that she was listening because everything they said made her brain spin in confused circles. Maybe they knew she was awake and were saying weird things to test the theory? That made no sense, though. Why would they do that?

She’d been asleep for a while, but when Clark climbed in behind her, that baseball bat of a cock nestling in the crack of her ass, she’d have had to be dead to stay that way. She’d been coming out of a dream where they were actually both about to take her at the same time, as Ty had promised in the tub, and maybe some of what she’d heard had still been in the dream space?

Their breathing evened out, and their body heat warmed her all the way to her bones. Despite her confusion, their relaxation seeped through her as well, and she finally succumbed, worn out from a long day topped off with a bone-melting orgasm.

Tomorrow was soon enough to think of such things. Late at night, it was easy for weird thoughts to settle in a person’s mind. Dream gremlins. Or polar bears.

“Night, my polar bears,” she murmured then slapped a hand over her mouth. Had they heard? They’d think she was crazy, but after a long moment where they didn’t react, she sighed snuggled deeper between them.

If she’d had an ounce of energy, she’d do something to repay their over-the-top lovemaking, and even now she felt a trickle of arousal run down her thigh. But while her mind, and libido were willing, her arms and legs were shut down for the night.

She drifted back into dream of erotic pleasures at the hands, mouths, and cocks of two big, strong men who treated her like a goddess and finally let her return the favor.

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