Abbey's Protectors [Beckett's Wolf Pack, Triad Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Menage & More) (9 page)

He took hold of his shaft and brought it to the already filled entrance to their mate’s pussy and pushed in alongside Hunter’s already embedded cock. The fit was tight, and he worried briefly that it was too much for the woman that they loved so completely.

All three of them moaned with approval as they became one, joined intimately as a triad, alleviating Clay’s worries and making him smile at the perfect feeling of connection they shared. He leaned forward and kissed the back of their woman’s neck. “Are you ready to make our baby, honey?” he whispered, biting down on her neck lightly.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want that so much.”

“Me, too, sweetheart,” Hunter told her softly, moving his pelvis just enough to drag his cock almost all of the way out of her body before pushing back in so deeply he had to hold her hips firmly within his grasp to seat himself as far as he could go.

Clay’s movements matched Hunter’s. His thick cock dragged across their mate’s sensitive bundle of nerves deep within her, drawing a moan of pleasure so deep he felt as if an entire band of musicians played a song of victory to herald his accomplishment. Reaching down, he gathered some of the slick from her sweet pussy and slathered his right thumb with it. Pulling back, he spread her cheeks gently and circled the puckered rosette of her rectum with the fluid before pushing his thumb inside of it in one smooth glide.

Their mate’s moan of pleasure made him smile. He continued to pump his thumb in and out of her as his hips snapped to match Hunter’s rhythm. When he thought he might actually disintegrate from the pleasure, he leaned forward, his canines dropping, and he plunged into the soft skin of their woman’s right shoulder as Hunter did the same to her left. They claimed her, they loved her, they filled her with their seed, and they sent her their complete joy and happiness through their bond as the mating knots on their cocks formed and held them tightly within her body. Their seed erupted from them in waves of pleasure that drew another explosive orgasm from her, making her cry out their names as she tightened her hands and entwined her fingers with theirs.

Licking at her shoulders and sealing the wounds, they kissed her tenderly. They silently thanked the Fates for giving them their perfect third and asked for the ultimate blessing that their seed would take hold and begin the life of their cub inside their mate’s loving womb.

“I love you, Mates,” her sweet voice called to them as she lay sandwiched between them.

Hunter and Clay jerked awake as they lay against their mate’s hips. They looked up and saw her struggling to catch her breath. The monitoring machine was beeping furiously as her heart rate raced. The hospital room door was pushed open and Nikki rushed inside, going over to the monitors quickly and assessing the situation.

“What happened?” Nikki whispered, looking at both men as they stroked the woman’s arms as they tried to calm her.

“We shared a vision,” Hunter told her softly.

Nikki’s blue eyes widened in surprised then crinkled in amusement. She remembered how hot some of the visions she had shared with her mates had been. She completely understood.

She waited a moment until she was sure Jane Doe was stable then turned to face the men of Jace Beckett’s pack. “I guess it’s starting for you,” she told them gently.

Both men smiled broadly at her. They nodded, unable to form the words that would explain the happiness they felt that the bonding process was beginning for them. It made them beyond happy to have found their triad third.

“I’ll leave the three of you to your privacy. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, Nikki,” Clay answered for the both of them.

They watched as Nikki left, turning to face the woman in the bed once they were alone. The vision they had shared had been so real it was overwhelming. And they knew that it had affected her the same way. After a moment, their woman’s heart rate had slowed, returning to normal, and she was breathing easily.

A white ribbon of warmth suddenly surrounded all three of them, pulling tightly as it drew them together. The bonding process had begun with the shared vision, and the Fates were drawing them together. It was an amazing feeling. The warmth of the ribbon and the strength of the binding made the connection strong and sure. The surge of love and desire that raced through both men was instant and deep.

“Hell, I’m so hard it hurts,” Hunter spoke up.

“Me, too,” Clay admitted.

“The vision sure was hot, wasn’t it?” Hunter asked, looking at Clay in surprise.

“Yeah. And we were going to make our cub.”

Hunter nodded, smiling. “She wanted us to make him—or her.”

Clay sat down on the bed at her hip and reached up to touch her belly gently. “She’s going to be carrying very soon,” he whispered.

Hunter sat beside her and reached out to place his hand beside Clay’s. “I hope so.”

He leaned forward and kissed her belly tenderly, wishing he could push aside the sheets and the hospital gown so he could touch her warm skin. He breathed in deeply to take in her scent, needing it to settle him when he froze in fear as a new scent assailed him. He sat up and reached out to grab Clay’s forearm.

“What’s wrong?” Clay asked, sensing the panic in his partner.

“She’s bleeding.”

“She is?” Clay leaned forward and inhaled, growling as he caught the scent of her blood. “Where the hell is she bleeding?”

They both stood and reached out to touch her head and gently turn it to examine the bandages that covered her right temple. There didn’t seem to be any new bleed.

Both men began a slow inspection of her body, placing their noses close to her as they scented every inch of her. When they reached her pelvis, both men stopped and breathed in deeply. They looked at each other and smiled at the intimacy of the knowledge that they shared.

“She has her period,” Clay whispered, laughing softly at the instant golden glow that came to Hunter’s eyes.

“Should we call for Nikki?”

Clay nodded. “Why would you ask that?” He couldn’t help the frustration with his partner from coming through in his question.

“Well, we could take care of her ourselves,” Hunter offered, smiling at the thought of sharing something so incredibly personal with their mate.

“Hunter, do you really want to start off our relationship with our mate by invading her privacy before she’s accepted us and risk the chance that we’ll piss her off?” Clay’s words were firm and filled with caution.

“No, but I want to begin our lives with her and share every intimate moment with her,” Hunter told him calmly. “I guess we’d better call Nikki to help her. Damn it.”

Clay laughed and touched his triad partner’s shoulder. “You’re a good man, Hunter. You’re just a horny man.”

“And you’re not?”

“Oh, hell! You know I am! I can’t wait to strip her down and love her until she screams.”

Hunter reached down and adjusted his hard shaft. “You’re not helping, Clay.”

Clay reached for the call button and depressed it, reaching down and adjusting his own raging cock. “No shit.”

Abbey fought through the haze of sleepiness that enveloped her. Her brows furrowed as she tried to focus. Sounds and touches filled her brain. She remembered running across the back lawn of her home and the small cove of trees that edged it—running away from Peter. She remembered hiding in the cave. Her father had been there, along with a beautiful woman who had told her something very important. The memory of it was just beyond her ability to recall.

She remembered being very cold, and she remembered being held in strong, warm arms. Soft, brown eyes and twinkling, blue eyes looked down on her, smiling before turning completely golden. The picture of two wolves running toward her, circling her, and rubbing against her filled her mind. Instead of being afraid, she felt comforted. She didn’t understand it at all.

She felt the soothing coolness of a cloth wiping across her forehead. Reaching up, she grabbed at the wrist of the person showing her such kindness and opened her eyes to see a young woman with stylish, black hair that feathered beautifully to her shoulders looking down at her with the kindest, most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen.

It took a moment to realize that this woman was a nurse and she was in a hospital bed. The terror that grabbed her was instantaneous.

“He doesn’t know I’m here, does he?” she whispered, fear in her voice and absolute terror in her eyes.

“Who, honey?” the pretty nurse asked her as she sat on the bed at her hip. She smoothed the clean white sheets that covered her and tucked them gently beneath her arm.

“Where am I?” Abbey asked her softly, her eyes searching the room as panic began to overtake her.

“You’re at Denver Memorial Hospital,” the nurse answered calmly, reaching out to hold her hand gently between her own. “What’s your name?”

“Abbey,” she whispered softly. “But you can’t tell anyone I’m here.”

The nurse nodded and reached out to pet her long, dark brown hair gently. “I won’t tell anyone, Abbey,” she promised, gently placing the curling end of her hair against the pillow beneath her head.

Abbey was quiet for a while, allowing the nurse to soothe her as she thought. She felt calm with this woman and was thankful that she sat beside her quietly while she tried to sort things through.

“Did I dream it, or did two men find me and take me here?” she asked carefully.

The nurse nodded. “Hunter and Clay brought you in yesterday,” she told her calmly.

“Where are they?”

“Out in the waiting room. When the doctor came in to examine you just a minute ago, she made them leave.”

“I remember them.” Abbey smiled hesitantly. “They seemed pretty nice. I didn’t feel afraid of them.”

“You shouldn’t,” the nurse told her. “You’re safe with them, Abbey. They would never hurt you. In fact, they’ve set themselves up as your protectors. All of us have had to pass their inspection before any of us could get near you.”

“When can I leave?”

“I don’t know, honey,” she told her honestly. “If you want, I can get the doctor so she can talk to you.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want anything else?”

“No, nothing else. I just need to leave.”

“Where would you go?” a deep voice spoke from the doorway, startling them both.

They turned to see Hunter and Clay walking toward them with concern and determination. The nurse patted Abbey’s hand reassuringly before standing and heading toward the door.

“I’ll go get Dr. Harrison,” she offered. “Hunter and Clay will stay with you. Don’t worry, Abbey. They’ll make sure you’re safe. I promise.”

Nikki made her way out of the room, smiling at Hunter and Clay as they passed her and walked to stand beside Abbey’s hospital bed. Closing the door quietly behind her, she walked down the hospital hallway, hoping all would be well for the newly forming triad.

Abbey watched both men as they walked toward her. Despite the fact that she felt their goodness deep within her, she couldn’t help but be afraid as she saw how incredibly handsome they were. There was no way she was going to allow herself to give her trust to any other man—especially two men that she didn’t know. She could never take a chance and risk them betraying her.

“Your name is Abbey?” Hunter asked her gently, sitting down beside her left hip and reaching out to take her hand in his. He saw the distrust in her eyes as she looked at him. The flicker of fear that flashed across her features as he touched her hurt his heart. He never wanted to cause her anything but pleasure when he touched her. “Do you remember me, Abbey? My name is Hunter Stewart.”

He spoke softly as he would to a wounded animal. Before Abbey could answer, the other man sat at her right hip and took her free hand in his. “Abbey is a nice name. It suits you,” he told her, smiling, his blue eyes twinkling with happiness as he looked down at her. “My name is Clay Forest, honey.”

A sudden warmth wove through her as both men held her hands gently, and she felt a shining, white light entering her soul. It was an amazing feeling. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the beautiful sensation that filled her. She felt the pull of warmth drawing the two men close to her heart. She didn’t understand how she could feel them being bound to her, but she did. With every beat of her heart, she felt them become more connected to her—their hearts syncing in rhythm with hers.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at the two men, her brow furrowing in confusion as she tried to gather the memories from her hazy brain. “I remember you both,” she told them softly, pulling her hands free from theirs to place them on the mattress on either side of her and push her body up carefully to sit up and settle back as exhaustion pulled at her. When they both reached out to help her, she couldn’t help but shrink back in fear. “Please don’t touch me.”

The surprise, then the hurt, that crossed both of the men’s faces caused her to experience a moment of guilt and pain, but she had to remain in control. She didn’t know these men. It didn’t matter that memories were tugging at her brain—even if the memories that pulled at her were good ones. She couldn’t let her guard down.

“I’m really tired,” she told them softly, fighting the sedatives that she could feel running sluggishly through her system. “I don’t really do well with painkillers. Please don’t let them give me any more.”