Abbey's Protectors [Beckett's Wolf Pack, Triad Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Menage & More) (56 page)

“My pleasure.”

Reaching down, he lifted the hem of the pastel blue maternity dress and pulled it up and over her head. Wrapping his arms around her, he unhooked her bra and pulled it forward, revealing her full breasts a little at a time. He traced the darkened areola, flicking his nail across her distended nipple and smiling as she gasped her pleasure.

Leaning forward, he laved his tongue around the nipple before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it with increasing pressure. He released it with a pop before garnishing the same attention to the other one.

He trailed kisses from her breasts to her collarbone and across her shoulder to her neck where he bit down lightly and kissed his mating mark. While he drove her mindless with pleasure, he slid his hands into the waistband of her panties and palmed her behind, squeezing it gently before running his middle finger along its crease to tease her puckered opening and rubbing his finger around it over and over again.

“I’m going to take you here, sweetheart,” he told her, kissing her lips and capturing her moan. “Do you want me to take you here, Abbey?”

“Yes,” she moaned, pressing her backside against his searching hand and whimpering when he pressed his finger against her puckered hole.

With one final devouring kiss, he spun her and placed her hands on the bed so that she was bent at the perfect angle for his exploration. She settled perfectly, spreading her legs so he had easy access to her body. When he reached underneath her and tenderly caressed her full breasts as they hung heavily, she couldn’t prevent the moan from escaping her as he squeezed them with just the right amount of pressure and pulled at her nipples.

“Hunter,” she moaned, sighing when he kissed her back and traveled up her spine to bite down on the back of her neck.

“Yes, Abbey?” he whispered against her soft hair.

“I need you.”

He nipped at her shoulder and she felt him step away from her. Her heart raced with anticipation as she heard the rustling of his clothing as he undressed. She wanted to turn around and watch as his magnificent body was revealed, but she didn’t trust her strength. She was already shaking with desire and the blazing need she had for him.

He carefully pulled her panties down her legs, running his hands along the outside of her thighs and driving her desire up a notch. She wanted him to move his hands and touch her intimately. She needed his strong hands spreading her lips. She wanted his large fingers to sink inside of her already dripping pussy.

She heard the click of the bottle of lube and felt his fingers circling her back hole. The pleasure of his slow, tortuous touch shot through her, increasing with each circular movement of his fingers around the outside of her entrance. She moaned as he slid one finger inside of her, panting at the incredible feeling of fullness that was pushing inside of her and pulling out, stretching her with each movement.

When a second finger joined the first, the moans coming from her were pretty much constant. When two turned to three, and then three turned to four, she was mindless with need.

“Please, Hunter,” she moaned. “Take me.”

His fingers left her and she heard the squirting of more liquid. More lube was inserted deep inside of her. She was hypersensitive to the feeling of wetness being dribbled onto her skin. She could just picture him spreading the viscous fluid over and down the length of his shaft. That picture served to ramp up her intense need for him even more. She wanted him inside of her. Now.

Hunter took hold of his shaft, bringing it toward the stretched opening of Abbey’s body. He steadied her with his left hand on her hip, while he rubbed his cock over her hole. Her little mewls of pleasure made him smile. Their little minx was the perfect lover—always open and willing to explore whatever way either he or Clay wanted to make love to her. And they were just as open to her desires of how she wanted to make love to them, too.

Placing the spongy head of his cock against her opening, he pressed forward slowly, groaning as the guardian ring of muscle gave way with a pop to allow him entrance. He eased in slowly, pulling out and dribbling more lube on his cock, watching as it disappeared within her body. After a few more thrusts and retreats, he was completely sheathed within her. Draping his body over her back, he kissed her shoulder and couldn’t prevent the growl that escaped him.

“So good, Abbey,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she whispered back.

His hips began a gentle thrust and retreat, careful and measured as he loved their pregnant mate. Reaching down, he took hold of her shoulders and pulled her up so that her back was flush against his chest. He continued to push up into her as he reached around and anchored one of his arms beneath her heavy breasts while his free hand grabbed her long hair and wrapped it around his fist.

“You belong to us, Abbey,” he murmured in her ear, biting down on it lightly.

“Yes,” she whispered, reaching back to grab his waist to hang onto him as he continued his slow thrusts into her.

“Where is everyone?” Clay’s voice called from downstairs.

Come up here and show our mate who she belongs to, Clay.

Heavy feet sounded on the stairs as Clay rushed up to their bedroom. He stood in the doorway panting heavily—not from exertion but from desire.

“Sweet hell!” he muttered.

He kicked off his boots and ripped off his uniform as he approached them, his cock already hard and leaking as he watched the beauty of lovemaking before him. Stepping toward them he growled as Abbey opened her arms to him. He embraced her immediately, holding her tightly against his chest as Hunter continued his thrusts, pushing her against Clay repeatedly.

“Clay,” Abbey moaned.

“I’ve got you, honey,” he told her, holding her securely in his arms, loving the feel of her hard belly pressing against him. His heart beat rapidly as he thought about this woman that they loved beyond reason protecting and nurturing their cub within her womb.

“I need you,” she whispered.

“Whatever you need, Mate,” he whispered as he kissed her lips tenderly.

“Wrap your arms around my neck, Abbey,” Hunter told her, smiling as she immediately lifted her arms and anchored her hands behind his neck. He reached down and wrapped his hands around her inner thighs, lifting her and spreading her open for Clay.

“Beautiful,” Clay whispered as their mate was displayed before him, wide open and offered to him. He ran his palm across her breasts, smiling as she moaned at his touch. Continuing down across her belly, he reached between her legs and gently stroked her folds. Her desire drenched him, and he closed his eyes in pleasure at the thought of her body wanting his.

“Please, Clay,” she whimpered.

Taking hold of his cock, he rubbed the head slowly across her pink folds, pulling a moan from her. Placing it carefully, he pushed inside of her slowly. His moans equaled hers as he slowly rocked himself deep within her. The fit was tight as he shared her body with Hunter, and he was nearly mindless with need as he felt himself completely surrounded by her warmth.

“So good, baby,” he whispered, leaning his head on her shoulder as he took deep breaths to control himself.

Abbey lowered one of her arms so she could draw Clay closer to her while still holding onto Hunter. She couldn’t get close enough to the men that she loved.

“I’m ready when you guys are,” she told them, her voice strained.

She couldn’t help but laugh softly as she heard both her men chuckle against her shoulders. That laughter quickly turned to deep moans as her men began to move in tandem. She was continually filled with one or the other. She loved the feeling of fullness and was completely at peace with the feeling of total ownership. She loved that she belonged to these men just as she loved that they belonged to her.

“Yes, baby, we belong to you,” Clay told her as both he and Hunter heard her thoughts and experienced her feelings.

Picking up speed and thrusting harder, they worked together to bring their mate the most pleasure they could. They felt Abbey’s nails digging into their necks, fueling their desire. Her moans made their heart race. It wasn’t long before their canines dropped and they struck into the delicate skin of her shoulders, biting their mating marks and claiming her once again.

Their climaxes barreled through them, drawing a long scream from Abbey and growls of ownership from the men. Their seed shot from their shafts in waves of pleasure, repeating in strength and intensity as their mating knots engaged and drew more moans of ecstasy from all three of them. They held Abbey securely between them, neither man ever wanting to let her go.

“I like the way you welcome us home, Abbey,” Clay told her, smiling as he heard both Abbey and Hunter chuckling at his words.

The happiness that filled their hearts and their home lulled them to such contentment. There was nothing that would ever equal the beauty of their lives together.

* * * *

Abbey paced the living room, walking from one side to the other as her men slept soundly in their triad bed. She had woken up three hours before with severe cramping. Making use of the quiet time, she had gone into the study and worked on catching up with emails and notifications from several of her companies, glad to see that everything was running smoothly and realizing that she, Synthia, and Shelly had become very successful in running Tyler Industries from pack land.

She heard the soft tread of bare feet on the stairs and turned to see her two men walking toward her wearing nothing but their sexy black boxer briefs. She loved the way their underwear hugged their thigh muscles and showed off their tight rear ends. She smiled up at them as they took her loosely within their arms and rubbed her belly soothingly.

“Abbey, you’re in labor?” Hunter asked gently as he felt the tightening of her belly beneath his hand.

“Yes,” Abbey answered, breathing deeply through the contraction. “Hang on.”

They waited while the contraction ran its course, rubbing her belly and back gently to try to help ease her pain. When they felt the tightness of her abdomen easing, they kissed her temples lightly and stepped away, not wanting to overwhelm or crowd her.

“Okay, honey?” Clay asked.

Abbey nodded. “I think we should probably go to Drew’s office,” she told them softly. “The pains are getting closer together, and they’re getting stronger.”

“Why didn’t you wake us, sweetheart?” Hunter asked her gently.

“I just needed to walk through it and wrap my head around it,” Abbey told them honestly. “I needed some space to gather myself together.”

“What about now, honey?” Clay asked her.

“I need you with me. Okay?”

“Absolutely,” Hunter answered for both of them. “Go get dressed, Clay. I’ll stay with Abbey then you can stay with our mate while I get dressed.”

Clay nodded, turned, and rushed from the living room, taking the stairs three at a time to go to their bedroom. It was only a matter of seconds before he came back down the stairs and took his place beside Abbey. He dressed quickly as Hunter rocked her against his body as she hung on around his neck and did her best to remain calm as she worked through another contraction.

“Isn’t that kind of soon to be having another contraction?” he asked quietly, doing his best to remain calm so he wouldn’t panic Abbey.

“That’s kind of the reason I think we should get to Drew’s,” Abbey told him, reaching out once he was dressed so she could hang her arms around his neck and rock against him as another contraction took hold.

Hunter ran up the stairs and grabbed his clothes and Abbey’s robe. He ran down to take his place beside his mates and pulled on his clothes, his heart racing as he heard the increasing moans of pain that were escaping their mate.

“Abbey,” Hunter whispered, unsure what to do. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

“Help me put on my robe,” she whispered, allowing her men to pull the terrycloth softness on her and tie it loosely around her belly.

“Now what, baby?” Clay asked.

“Get me the hell to Drew!”

Clay picked her up quickly and carried her from their home. Hunter pushed open the front door, slammed it closed quickly behind them, and led the way through pack land to Drew’s office. They had to stop three times as Abbey’s contractions demanded that they help her. By the time they arrived at the medical office, all three of them were covered in perspiration from the ordeal.

Banging on the office door, Hunter was ready to rip the damn thing off its hinges to get Abbey inside. It was only a matter of seconds before the door was opened by a sleepy Drew. He stepped back and allowed them to enter, never hesitating. His soothing presence helped them all to calm down considerably.

“How far apart are the contractions?” he asked them as he led them into the birthing room.

“About one minute,” Clay answered, helping Abbey to sit on the birthing bed.

Hunter and Clay helped her undress and pull on the soft hospital gown. They held her hands as Drew examined her.

“Is she okay, Drew?” Hunter asked him worriedly.

“Yes,” Drew answered without hesitation. “Come on, Abbey, I need you to push when the next contraction starts. I don’t think this is going to take long at all.”