Abbey's Protectors [Beckett's Wolf Pack, Triad Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Menage & More) (18 page)

“He hurt you,” Clay said quietly, his blue eyes flashing golden as his wolf demanded retribution for the abuse of their mate.

“What does it mean when the color of your eyes changes to a golden color?” Abbey asked him, touching his face gently, smiling as he nuzzled into her palm and kissed it tenderly.

“It means my wolf wants to be released to rip his throat out,” Clay told her angrily.

Abbey laughed out loud. “You sound like my best friend. She said the exact same thing.”

“I think I like your friend,” Hunter told her.

“I do, too,” Abbey told him. “She’s the best. So is her sister. Except for my father, they’re the only people I’ve ever trusted completely.”

She reached up and tugged on both men’s hair before running her fingers through the silkiness and massaging their scalps. She hummed contentedly as she felt the soft rumbling coming from them. The vibrations against her chest soothed her more than she could have ever thought possible.

“I like your sounds,” she whispered.

Hunter leaned into her hand, amazed by how her touch calmed his wolf. The mating rage was gone. The mating urge was still there, but he was completely in control. His fear that he would hurt her in his urgency to claim her was finally eased.

Clay smiled against Abbey’s neck. He could feel the sense of peace that filled his triad partner. He felt the exact same way. Abbey was the perfect third for their triad. She was fun, she was strong, she was gentle, and she was loving. The way she touched them so naturally, showing them the tenderness and caring that they both so desperately needed, was something they craved. She gave them such peace. They could never express how much it meant to them.

“Abbey, you’ll come to accept that you can trust me and Hunter just as much as you do your friends,” Clay told her softly. “Once we claim you, you’ll be able to know exactly what’s in our hearts. You’ll never be unsure of our love or our commitment to you.”

“Love?” Abbey whispered. “Isn’t that a bit fast? How can you possibly love me yet, Clayton Forest?”

“Maybe in a human’s world it’s fast, Abbey,” Clay admitted. “But you’re part of the shifter world now, honey. The Fates have destined that you belong with us. Everything about you is exactly what we want and what we need. Your scent draws us to you, and your gentle heart makes ours complete.”

Abbey looked at Clay, her eyes suspiciously moist at his sincere words. She turned to face Hunter and was struck by the complete adoration in his eyes as he looked at her.

“Clay is much better with words than I am, Abbey,” he told her softly. “I’m sorry I don’t know how to tell you exactly how much you already mean to us. Please search the bond that’s already tying us together and feel what’s in my heart.”

Abbey felt the sincerity of his words, understanding that there was a bond between the three of them. She could feel it. It soothed her and made her feel completely at ease.

“I can’t deny that I can sense your feelings,” Abbey told them after a moment of silence. “I also feel like I belong with you. When I saw the vision of you both getting ambushed I felt the pain of loss and complete devastation. I care about you.”

“Will you allow us to claim you, sweetheart?” Hunter asked her gently.

“We want to make you ours,” Clay whispered against her temple. “Please, honey.”

“I’m not sure,” Abbey answered, reaching up to touch both men’s faces and rub the pad of her thumbs across their cheekbones. “I really believe that you both are meant to be mine.” She threaded her fingers through their hair, tightened her hold, and tugged gently. “But don’t think you’ll be ordering me around or telling me what to do.”

“That’s not even a remote possibility,” Hunter told her, smiling. “And that’s just the way we want it.”

“Yeah?” Abbey asked them warily.

“Yeah,” Clay answered for them both. “You’re exactly what we want and need, honey.”

Abbey smiled and nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. She could hear the sincerity in their words, and she felt their deep emotions within her soul. She relaxed and opened her heart to them, feeling the rush of warmth and acceptance that filled her immediately. They were perfect for her. And they wanted the same things out of life that she did—someone who would accept her without reservation or ulterior motives who would love her completely.

“Maybe this claiming would be a good thing,” she said finally. “I think I like the idea.”

They released her and pulled away from her to stand on either side of the bed. Abbey watched in silence as the men removed their clothes. She could feel her body clenching in need and felt the moisture gathering between her legs. Watching the men as they breathed in her scent, she could tell that they knew that she desired them, but did they realize that she truly wanted them as hers?

Hunter lay on his back and pulled her on top of him, carefully arranging her arms and legs so they draped over him seductively. He ran his hand down her back, unclasping her bra and pulling it from her body. He smiled as Abbey laughed softly, enjoying her joy. The feel of her full breasts pressed against his chest made him groan with desire.

“You feel so good naked in my arms, Mate,” he whispered as he drew her head toward his, framing her face with his large hands as he pulled her forward and kissed her lips.

Abbey smiled against his mouth, giggling softly. Pulling away slightly, she moaned as she felt Hunter’s hand slide down her bare back to cover her ass before he gripped her hips and held her tightly against his groin. She felt his cock, hard and ready, through her sweatpants and moaned at the way he pressed it against her mound, causing a delicious friction against her clit.

“We need to remove your pants,” Clay told her, his voice light and teasing. “It’s not fair that we’re completely naked and you’re not.”

He moved up behind her and pulled at the waistband of her sweatpants to slowly drag them and her panties over her hips and across the swell of her backside. He leaned forward and kissed her right ass cheek, biting down on it lightly as he tugged the clothes from her body, throwing them aside, along with her sneakers and socks.

“This is much better,” he told her, running his hands up the length of her lean, muscular legs.

He lay over her back and pressed down, trapping her intimately between his and Hunter’s bodies. His hard cock glided through the cheeks of her ass, his hips moving in a natural rhythm of love.

“You guys are squishing me,” Abbey told them, laughing lightly.

“I like you just the way you are,” Clay told her, biting down on the back of her neck lightly, doing his damnedest to control his urge to claim her with a mating bite. “I think you should sleep like this on top of Hunter or me every night.”

“I can’t sleep like this,” she protested, laying her head against Hunter’s chest and rubbing her face across the sexy, dark hairs that caused such a rush of need to burst through her.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll like you sleeping this way every night for the rest of our lives, Abbey,” Hunter agreed with Clay, hugging her tightly.

“She won’t be able to sleep this way when she’s pregnant,” Clay reminded Hunter, leaning against Abbey’s neck and kissing it lightly. “We’re going to have to figure out a way to keep you just as tightly between us when your belly is big with our babies, honey.”

Abbey stiffened between them. “You guys are serious about this, aren’t you?” she whispered.

Clay leaned away from her and pulled her gently off of Hunter to settle her on her back between them. He leaned up on his forearm and looked down at her, seeing the worry on her face.

“It will be up to you to tell us when you’re ready to have children,” Clay promised her softly. “Hunter and I have the right parts that will get you in that condition.” He winked at her and couldn’t prevent the smile that spread across his face when a snort of laughter erupted from her.

Hunter’s laughter joining hers made Clay’s heart soar. It had been a long time since Hunter had been so happy. Clay had to admit, he had missed the feeling as well. Because of Abbey, they now had hope—and fun in their lives.

“You have the right parts, huh?” Abbey teased, blushing despite her boldness. “I can see that.”

“You know what I see when I look at you, honey?” Clay asked her, reaching up to touch her face gently. She remained silent but her pretty, blue eyes never left his. “I see our beautiful mate who will give us happiness like we’ve never had before.” He touched her cheek gently and ran his fingertips over her lips lightly. “I see lips that will smile and make us feel the joy that we’ve been missing in our lives.” He touched her shoulder and ran his hand down the length of her arm to hold her hand in his, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the back of her knuckles. “I see the arms that will hold us and hug us, and hands that will pet us and comfort us.” He reached up and palmed her full breast, rubbing his thumb around her rosy areola to her nipple, pinching it lightly between his thumb and forefinger and smiling at the gasp of desire that escaped her. “I see your beautiful breasts that Hunter and I are going to worship.” He caressed her breasts, smiling as Hunter’s hand joined his in their exploration of their mate’s body. “These breasts are going to nurse our cubs someday.”

Hunter’s hand lowered and caressed her belly, settling against it and pressing down lightly. “Clay and I will never pressure you to have a child. We’ll wait for you to be ready, sweetheart, but we’ve seen that you’ll be carrying our son first,” he told her. “Clay and I saw the same vision you did. We saw our beautiful daughter nursing at your breast and our amazing son sleeping against your shoulder.” He leaned forward and kissed her belly lightly, rubbing his nose against her as he trailed kisses up her body until he was even with her lips. He teased her, dragging his mouth across her neck, over her chin, and hovered over her lips, breathing lightly against them and licking at them seductively. “When we look at you, sweetheart, we see our future. We see you, Mate.”

He leaned forward and kissed her collarbone lightly, growling into the softness of her warm skin. His canines descended, and he bit down on her shoulder lightly.
Soon.
He whispered to his wolf to calm him and caution him.

“We need to tell you about the mating ritual, honey,” Clay whispered as he kissed his way up her neck and bit down on her other shoulder.

Abbey moaned at the dual sensations of both men biting down on her neck. She never thought her neck was an erogenous zone, but she was apparently wrong. They were lighting a fire deep within her, and she could feel her heart racing as her desire for them ramped up. She squeezed her legs together as she felt the rush of liquid that was escaping her body. Instead of calming her, it made her need increase as the swollen bud of her clit throbbed from the increased pressure. These men were driving her wild with need—and they had barely touched her.

Clay took her mouth in a kiss so deep Abbey thought she could feel his soul melding with hers. His growls against her lips made her hum in appreciation. If he kept kissing her like that she would agree to anything he wanted with very little protest. Why protest? She knew she wanted the exact same thing.

Wrapping her arms around his back, she caressed him gently then held him tightly against her chest. When he tightened his arms around her, she moaned against his lips. The strength of his embrace gave her complete happiness.

She gasped in surprise as she felt Hunter spread her legs, settle between her open thighs, carefully separate her lower lips, and swipe his soft tongue through her folds. His hum of appreciation vibrated through her, sending jolts of pleasure from her clit to her core.

“She loved whatever you just did, Hunter,” Clay told him, pulling back to look down at Abbey as she panted beneath him. “Good, baby?”

“Yes,” Abbey gasped.

Before she could utter another word, Hunter swiped his tongue from her dripping channel to her clit, latching onto it and sucking deeply as he flicked his tongue over the engorged bud. Abbey screamed as an orgasm ripped through her, blushing immediately as she realized how loud she was. She buried her face into Clay’s shoulder and panted through the waves of pleasure that ran through her.

Hunter kissed her clit, biting down on it lightly. He smiled at the full-body shudder that shook their mate. He was going to love making love to their incredible woman. She was so responsive and loving. He would bet that she didn’t even realize that she had reached down to pet his head gently as she lay limply beneath them.

He prowled up her body, kissing his way up the length of her, suckling her breast and surrounding her nipple, drawing it deep within his mouth and worshiping it with his tongue. Abbey’s constant moans of approval made him smile. He had never felt such complete peace and joy in a lovemaking experience.

He reached up and gathered her in his arms, claiming her lips and kissing her deeply, growling as she opened her mouth and accepted his tongue without hesitation. He loved the taste of her and nearly lost his seed when she sucked on his tongue with complete ownership. He gladly gave himself up to her.

Abbey had never felt such excitement or need. The desire that was rushing through her was completely foreign to her. She wanted Hunter and Clay with an intensity that was almost frightening. When the beautiful lady had told her that she was meant to have these men as hers, she hadn’t realized the reality of what that meant. She felt an overwhelming urge to claim these men—and she didn’t even know how she was supposed to do that. She just knew that she was going to make damn sure that they knew that they were hers.