Abbey's Protectors [Beckett's Wolf Pack, Triad Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Menage & More) (52 page)

She’s not your wife, you piece of shit.
Clay’s voice was barely under control as it echoed in Hunter’s mind.

“We have some questions for her regarding her car accident,” Hunter told him, exercising control like he had never had to before in his career in law enforcement.

“I’m sorry, but my wife is in no condition to answer your questions right now,” the man responded, his voice firm.

“Is she not feeling well?” Clay asked, worry gripping his heart.

The man shrugged, causing Hunter to fist his hands at his sides in frustration and anger at the lack of concern from Abbey’s creep of an ex-husband. And that’s what he was—her ex-husband. He knew it, and Clay knew it. Abbey had told them that the papers had been filed. Legally, this man had no claim on their mate.

“She’s lying down,” Abbey’s ex told them. “I will not disturb her for you to speak to her. You’ll have to come back another time.”

The door was closed in their faces, making both men grit their teeth in anger at the disrespect this man showed them. They both stepped away from the entrance and turned to walk back to Clay’s truck.

“Arrogant piece of…” Clay began.

“Yeah,” Hunter muttered, cutting him off. “If that pissant thinks he’s going to keep us away from Abbey, he’s got a big surprise coming.”

Clay nodded as they walked toward his truck. Pulling open the doors, they climbed inside and slammed the doors shut.

“Drive, Clay,” Hunter told him angrily.

“I’m not giving up, Hunter.”

“Neither am I,” Hunter insisted. “Just drive and pull over around the corner. We’re going back to get Abbey.”

“About damn time,” Clay muttered, starting the engine, putting it in gear, and pulling away from the curb.

He drove down the street, taking the first right turn and circling around the property that edged Abbey’s home. Parking and turning off the engine, Clay looked at Hunter.

“What’s the plan?” he asked him.

Hunter looked at the terrain of the land and smiled as he saw the area of trees that edged the property line. He looked back at Clay and smiled.

“I think if we try to approach Abbey in our human forms she might be afraid,” Hunter said thoughtfully. “She doesn’t seem to remember us.”

“That’s hard to take,” Clay said softly. “It hurts to know she thinks she’s having delusions when we talk to her through our link.”

“It will work out, Clay.” Hunter was sure as he spoke.

“It’s even worse that she thinks she’s pregnant with that idiot’s baby,” Clay added. “Just the thought of him touching her or trying to claim our son as his makes me want to rip his throat out.”

“I’m with you on that,” Hunter told him, his voice deep with anger. He opened the truck door and stepped out. “Come on, Clay.”

Clay exited the truck and was by Hunter’s side in five long strides. He didn’t speak again. He was too angry to make any comments other than threats and the promise of maiming and killing the bastard who had shot at and injured their mate. Killing was too good for him. He deserved to suffer for the atrocities he had committed against their woman.

They took off their gun belts and secured them in the lock box in the cab of Clay’s truck. Locking the truck, they turned and faced the open land before them. As one, they strode with determination toward the wooded area, not stopping until they were deep within the protection of the trees. Quickly stripping off their clothes and placing them neatly at the base of one of the trees, they allowed their magic to surround them. The blue swirl of energy called for the change that allowed their wolves their freedom. In mere seconds, two large wolves appeared, turned, and stalked out of their hidden place in the wooded area.

Once they emerged and stood at the edge of the open field of grass, they began to run. The exhilaration of being in their wolf forms and running free was nothing compared to the overwhelming urge to find and reclaim their mate and their cub.

I’m never letting her leave pack land again,
Hunter’s voice filled Clay’s mind.

She may have something to say about that, buddy,
Clay answered.

Yeah, well, we’ll have to have a discussion about that,
Hunter conceded.

Their powerful bodies ate up the distance between them and their woman. As they neared the land that belonged to Abbey, they slowed but were not about to stop. Their mate was waiting for them. She may not know it, but she was.

Both wolves skidded to a halt when they saw the body of the woman that they loved on the ground at the edge of the grassy area just before the cliff.

Clay.

I see, Hunter.

The fear in both men’s voices was evident. Sprinting forward with every bit of speed and power they possessed, they didn’t stop until they were beside her. Their wolves whined as they nudged her hands as she lay on her back with her arms spread wide.

They sniffed her carefully, relieved when her scent filled them and they were reassured that she and their cub were alive and strong. Before they could do more than press their snouts against her stomach, they found themselves within her embrace and her fingers gently carding through their fur from the top of their heads, down along their spines, and to their hips before the motions were repeated over and over again.

Resting their chins against her shoulders, they allowed her to pet them. It seemed to be soothing her. They could sense her happiness and contentment. They could hear her heartbeat slowing and her relieved sigh filling the quiet of the early evening.

“Nice,” she whispered, her arms tightening around their bodies as she pulled them closer to her. She took a deep breath and drew in their scents, her brow furrowing in confusion as she fought to muddle through the haze in her mind.

Sweetheart,
Hunter called to her, his happiness expressed with that one word.

“Hunter?” she asked softly, opening her eyes and looking at the large black wolf with such soft, brown eyes. Happiness filled her as he looked back at her.

Honey,
Clay whispered in her mind, his voice tight with emotions.

“Clay?” she whispered back as she looked at his dark brown wolf, smiling at the striking blue eyes that gazed at her. Memories flooded her mind, and she realized that these wolf shifters were her mates.

She bolted upright, laughing when both wolves’ faces fell into her lap. Memories of her two men lying on their couch in the exact same position while she carded her fingers through their beautiful hair was clear in her mind. Relieved laughter escaped her. She continued to pet them, hugging them with each downward motion of her hands.

“I remember,” she whispered.

She looked down at both wolves as they stared up at her. She smiled as she heard their soft growls and was comforted by them. When the blue swirl of their shifter magic surrounded them and she was suddenly surrounded by two very happy and completely naked mates, she couldn’t help the joy that filled her or the laughter that escaped her.

She didn’t have a chance to speak again for many minutes as her men hugged and kissed her repeatedly. They rubbed their bodies over hers and she knew they were replacing her husband’s scent on her body with their own. Thinking about her husband and the way he had touched her body as he lay next to her in bed earlier made her stomach clench and disgust fill her.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” she moaned, pulling out of their arms and rolling over on her stomach. She barely had time to climb to her hands and knees before she vomited.

Both men held her gently as she wretched over and over again. Hunter held his hand against her forehead, steadying her as weakness filled her. Clay pulled her hair away from her shoulders and rubbed her back soothingly.

“Is our baby making you sick, honey?” Clay asked her gently.

Abbey shook her head, sitting back on her feet and leaning against both men as they held her between them. “No,” she whispered. “Your baby makes me happy and calm.”

Both men’s immediate smiles made her smile weakly. Wiping at her mouth with the hem of her sweater, she sighed and closed her eyes.

“We love you, Mate,” Hunter whispered against her temple.

“You have no idea how much we missed you,” Clay added. “We ached without you.

Abbey lifted her hands slowly and gently stroked their chests. “I did, too. I just didn’t understand why. But I do now. I don’t like being away from you.”

“We don’t like it either, honey,” Hunter told her firmly. “We forbid you to ever leave pack land again.”

“You know, when I’m feeling better, I’m going to kick your ass for saying that, but right now I agree,” she told Hunter, tugging on his hair gently.

Both men chuckled, making her smile. Their gentle kisses against her neck made her hum with happiness. She wasn’t about to argue with them. She just wanted to go home.

“Oh, my goodness!” she nearly shrieked, her eyes flashing open as she pulled herself out of their arms.

“What, honey?” Clay asked, fear filling him.

“I was supposed to pick up my friends at three o’clock. What time is it?”

“It’s almost seven,” Clay answered.

“They’re going to be out of their minds with worry,” Abbey nearly whimpered.

“Let’s get back to the truck,” Hunter suggested. “I want us out of here and on our way home. You can call them on my cell phone when we get to Clay’s truck.”

Abbey’s eyes widened and tears filled them as she looked at Hunter. “Hunter, I’m so sorry I crashed your truck,” she told him, looking down at her hands as guilt filled her.

“Sweetheart, look at me,” Hunter told her softly, waiting until she did as he asked before continuing. “Do you think I give a shit about my truck?” He watched her as she shrugged and tightened his hold on her. “The only thing both of us were concerned about was that you might be injured. We would never be able to survive without you, Mate,” he whispered against her temple as he held her tighter against his body. “The only thing that matters to us is that you and our cub are all right.”

Abbey smiled and took a breath of relief as both men’s hands covered her belly and caressed it gently. “I’m a little sore, but our son is as strong as his fathers.”

She smiled at the immediate grins that covered her mates’ faces. When they bit down on her shoulders lightly, she couldn’t prevent the whimper that escaped her.

“I think you both need to claim me again,” she whispered. “I need you to claim me again,” she clarified.

“We will, baby,” Hunter promised. “We just need to get out of here. This is not where you belong.”

“Let’s go home,” Clay whispered, kissing her neck lightly.

Both men stood and helped her to her feet. Kissing her neck one last time, they called upon their magic and allowed their wolves to emerge. They rubbed their bodies against her legs, covering her with their scent, then stepped away to start walking toward the trees. They kept even with her pace, placing her safely between them as they made their way back to where they had left their clothes.

“It’s a shame to cover up all that gorgeous maleness,” Abbey teased them as they dressed.

“Believe me, sweetheart, you’re going to have a whole lot of naked time with us when we get home,” Hunter promised, his smile devilish.

“You’d better not plan on wearing any clothes for the rest of the night and well on into tomorrow,” Clay told her as he buttoned the last button of his police uniform. “Let’s go.”

He reached out his hand and smiled when she took it without hesitation. When Hunter claimed her other hand, they all walked back to the truck, determined to get back to pack land.

“Is there anything you want from your house, Abbey?” Hunter asked her as they walked toward Clay’s truck.

“I have some pictures I would like,” Abbey answered thoughtfully. “I don’t really care about anything else. I’ve already put all the important papers and my mother’s jewelry in a safety deposit box. My friends have the keys and access to them.”

“You don’t want anything else?” Clay asked, wanting to make sure she had whatever she wanted before they left.

“I have everything I need right here,” she told them softly, squeezing their hands gently. “I have both of you and our baby. I don’t want anything else.”

She was immediately surrounded within a tight embrace. The fierceness with which they hugged her to their bodies made her laugh softly.

“Abbey, you’re a treasure,” Clay whispered against her temple.

“Baby, you’re all we’ll ever need,” Hunter added, kissing the top of her head and hugging her.

“The only thing I don’t understand, though, is why Peter is living in the house. I want Peter out of my father’s house,” she said firmly. “I remember setting it up before I left that he would be legally notified to vacate.”

“Then he’s in breach of a legal order,” Hunter told her. “We’ll make sure that’s put to right. I’m actually looking forward to it.”

“Let’s go and get the pictures you want,” Clay told her gently. “Then I want us out of here.”

Helping her into Clay’s truck, both men made sure she was settled before retrieving their gun belts from the locked box in the back. They were by her side within moments and reached out to squeeze her hands to reassure her.