Abbey's Protectors [Beckett's Wolf Pack, Triad Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Menage & More) (20 page)

“Does it hurt when the mating knot forms?” she asked after a moment of thought.

“We don’t know, baby,” Hunter admitted. “It’s never happened to us before.”

“It hasn’t?”

“No, honey,” Clay told her, smiling. “We’ve never been mated before. It will only happen with our triad mate. It will only happen with you, Abbey.”

“I’ve never heard of the mating knot causing pain to the woman,” Hunter reassured her. “It’s supposed to be extremely pleasurable.” He hesitated briefly. “The completion of the mating is supposed to give ultimate pleasure and orgasms to all three members of the triad.”

Abbey looked at both men silently. “Why do I think you’re not telling me everything?” she asked them.

“In order to claim you as our triad third, we’ll bite you here,” Hunter explained, touching the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder. “It will bring you incredible pleasure. Our bites will also introduce our DNA into your system through our saliva and help your body adapt to ours. We’ll draw in your blood to complete the bond, and we’ll seal the wounds with our tongues. Our saliva has healing properties that will close the wounds from our bites. Only our mating marks will remain.”

“We’ll also lick your sweet pussy to help soothe you after we claim you together,” Clay told her, growling at the visual of laving her folds popped into his mind.

“Abbey, the time we’ve been away from you since the day we found you in the woods has pushed us beyond the usual need to claim you. Once we complete the mating, the urge to claim you repeatedly will drive us. Only then will our wolves be appeased,” Hunter told her. “Once we start making love to you, it will be a while before both the man and the wolf in us will be satisfied.”

“And what about me?” Abbey asked them.

“What do you mean, honey?” Clay looked at her, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Am I just a convenient body for you?”

Both men’s angry growls filled the room immediately. Hunter grabbed her and pulled her so that she lay on top of him. His hold on her was so tight it was nearly painful. Clay lay over her back and pressed down, pushing her against Hunter. He opened his mouth and bit down onto the back of her neck, a warning growl erupting in a low rumble of anger.

“You listen to me, Abbey,” Hunter told her, the anger in his voice giving rise to the importance of his words. “You’re our mate. You’re the one woman made for us. You are the most precious gift we have ever received. Do not ever,
ever
, demean yourself or cheapen your value. Do you hear me, Mate?” He growled as he bit down on her shoulder, holding her head in place against his neck as he exerted his dominance over her.

“Of course I can hear you. You’re growling in my ear,” Abbey answered, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

She could feel both men vibrating with anger as they tightened their arms around her and held her with such possessive fury she couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t that she liked that they were angry. It was the fact that they held her as if they never wanted to let her go. She felt as if they really wanted to keep her in their lives. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, the scent of both men reaching deep inside of her and soothing her. She reached back and searched for Clay, glad when his hand found hers. She lifted her other hand and thread her fingers through Hunter’s thick hair, tugging on it lightly as she lifted her head to stare down at him.

When Hunter released his hold on her neck and looked up at her, his eyes were completely golden. The low growls that were coming from him made her heart flutter within her chest. Clay’s growls against her back made her sigh in pleasure, his strength and clear show of ownership of her making her equally aroused.

“When we claim you, you’ll be given the ability to know exactly what we’re feeling and thinking,” Hunter told her firmly. “All you have to do is search for our feelings. Once you do, you will
never
question what you mean to us ever again.”

Abbey leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly, humming into his mouth as he took over the kiss and stole her breath away. She reached down and searched for his cock that was trapped between their stomachs and pulled on it carefully. His groan of approval made her smile.

“Okay,” Abbey whispered.

“Okay, what?” Clay asked, resting his cheek against hers.

“Claim me.”

Hunter reached for her hips and guided her down onto his shaft, groaning as her tight wetness enveloped him once again. He smiled as she sighed against his shoulder, feeling the rightness in the joining. He pushed up into her slowly, withdrawing equally as slowly then pushing back inside her. He held her hips tightly as his cock touched the mouth of her womb. His wolf was growling and clawing against his chest, demanding their mate. He was not going to deny him.

“Stay still, Abbey,” Clay whispered against her ear. “I need to prepare you to accept me.”

“I’ll try,” Abbey croaked out, taking short breaths to try to control herself and remain still. “Hunter.”

“What, baby?”

“I need to move.”

“Wait, Abbey,” Hunter cautioned her. “Let Clay do what he has to do so we can be sure not to hurt you when we make you ours.”

Abbey moaned when she felt Clay’s fingers pushing a cool fluid inside of her already stretched channel. She moved slightly, spreading her legs wider as she straddled Hunter’s body. She felt Clay’s hand leave her momentarily, returning almost immediately with a good amount of lube.

“How is it that you have lube, Clay?” she whispered with some difficulty, groaning as his fingers entered her, pushing the fluid deeper inside of her.

“Baby, we’ve been looking for you for almost a week,” Clay explained, his voice tight as he fought to control his need. “We both have been carrying single use packets of lube.”

“So sure of yourselves?” she teased them.

“No, baby. Just very hopeful,” he told her honestly, kissing the back of her neck lightly. “We’ve been waiting for you our whole lives. We needed to make sure we were prepared for the day we found you again.”

Abbey leaned up and looked directly into first Hunter’s eyes and then over her shoulder to look into Clay’s eyes. The golden color that looked back at her from both men sent a rush of excitement through her. They held such softness and longing for her, and she knew she could never deny either man. She wanted them with a fierceness that she could never have believed would ever be a part of her emotions. She didn’t understand it, but she embraced her need. She wanted to belong to these men. And she wanted them to belong to her.

“I want you both to be mine,” she finally told them, all teasing gone from her voice.

Hunter’s arms tightened around her waist, his heart rate increasing. More beautiful words had never been spoken. Their mate wanted them to be hers. He looked over her shoulder to meet Clay’s look and saw the complete happiness in his triad partner’s eyes.

“We need to claim our mate, Clay,” he told him gruffly.

Clay nodded, closing his eyes to center himself. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and leaned forward to lick up the center of Abbey’s spine until he was practically lying over her back. He kissed the back of her neck, murmuring gentle words of love before taking firm hold of his engorged cock and leading it to her already stretched channel.

“Open for me, honey,” Clay whispered, kissing her neck and growling as her body slowly opened to accept him as he pushed inside of her. He sank his cock deep within her sweet pussy with increasing pressure, surging forward in gentle increments, not letting up until he was completely seated deep inside of her.

Abbey moaned and leaned into Hunter’s neck, biting down on it with just enough force to cause him to growl out his happiness. When he pushed his hips up to surge deeper inside of her, she mewled with combined excitement and surprise.

Hunter gripped her hips and held her flush against him, kissing at her temple and breathing heavily as he fought to remain still. “Abbey,” he whispered. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

“Not sure,” she answered, her voice breathless. “I’m torn between passing out and screaming with pleasure.”

Clay laughed softly against the back of her neck. “We won’t move until you’re ready, honey,” he promised.

“Take all the time you need to adjust, sweetheart,” Hunter told her. “We’re big men. It has to be difficult for your body to accept us both at the same time.”

“You think?” Abbey squeaked out, grabbing both men’s hands when they tried to withdraw from her. “Don’t you even think about pulling out of me.” The warning in her words and tone was clear.

“Honey, if it’s too much, we can try again later,” Clay offered.

Abbey tried every technique she knew to calm herself, settling on envisioning the flower garden with the fountain and the peaceful waterfall that cascaded into the beautiful pool she had seen in her vision when Hunter and Clay had carried their two children out to the back deck of the home she assumed was theirs. The beauty of the garden and the miracle of their children calmed her immediately. She felt the muscles in her body relaxing. The men’s cocks slid that last inch into her body. The collective sigh of relief that filled the room made her smile.

“That’s better,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Hunter agreed. “It sure is.” He kissed her forehead lightly. “Being deep inside of you makes me happy.”

Clay chuckled against her back. “I have to agree,” he told them, biting down on her shoulder and laving at the light marks he left there. “When you’re ready for us to move, let us know.”

Abbey smiled at the caring they both showed her. Despite the fact that she was filled and stretched beyond capacity, she loved the feel of both men deep inside of her. She found herself moving her hips without thinking about anything except the fact that she needed to continue the joining. Something in her helped her fall into the rhythm that was unique to a triad mating. She didn’t know how she knew it—she just did. Canting her hips, she felt their cocks slide out of her almost to the point of complete removal then pushed back down to take them deep inside of her once again. She repeated the movements, increasing her tempo and urgency with each plunge and retreat.

Both men were careful to allow Abbey to set the rhythm. It wasn’t long before they were nearly mindless with pleasure as their mate took them repeatedly into her sweet pussy, snapping her hips and plunging downward so that their cocks touched the mouth of her womb with each thrust.

Their growls increased in volume as their canines dropped, their eyes glowed golden, and their wolves demanded that they claim their mate. Abbey was a willing participant. They could claim her now with complete acceptance and understanding that she would belong to them, and they would belong to her. They were going to form the most amazing triad.

Without hesitating, both men lunged for the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder, biting down and holding her still between them. With each draw of her blood deep into their mouths, the orgasms that skyrocketed through them increased in intensity. The mating knots formed in their cocks, drawing a gasp from all three of them as a deluge of seed was expelled from their shafts, bathing her channel with their essence and binding her to them forever.

Abbey panted against Hunter’s neck, biting down on it without realizing it, pulling a growl from him as his wolf approved of her claiming. She moaned against Hunter as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body. She could feel the warmth of their seed filling her and felt the rightness of the joining.

Next time, I want Clay on the bottom so I can bite him, too.

Abbey’s voice was soft but husky with desire as she thought through her plan. When she heard the men’s chuckling in her mind, she was shocked.

I agree with your plan, honey.

You heard me, Clay?

Yes, baby. One of the perks of a triad mating is that we can hear each other’s thoughts, share visions, and always know what the other members of the triad are feeling.

Wow! Can you hear me, too, Hunter?

Yes, Mate. I can hear you. Search your heart so you can know how Clay and I feel about you.

Abbey closed her eyes and traveled the white ribbon pathway toward Hunter and Clay. What she saw and felt was nearly overwhelming. Both men opened their hearts and their minds to her completely. What she experienced humbled her beyond belief.

She felt their complete happiness that she was their mate. She saw them standing in front of the flower archway of the garden with their arms open wide, waiting for her.

She stepped toward the vision and found herself being embraced and held tenderly. For the first time in her life—she felt as if she truly belonged.

Abbey whimpered as the dream took hold. Peter was touching her. She hated it. Nothing he ever did or made her feel was good. It made her feel used, and it made her feel dirty. She could feel him pulling the clothes from her body as he mumbled for her to spread her legs so they could conceive a child. The immediate panic that consumed her made her entire body clench with fear and disgust.

“No,” she pleaded. “I don’t want you.”

She struggled to remove his arms from around her waist but he was too strong. He pulled her down the mattress of their bed and pushed open her legs.