by Becca Van
“What are you talking about?” Emmy panted out.
“Fucking shifters,” the assailant mumbled. “I’d heard rumors about an elite bunch of soldiers in the service, but never believed it.”
“You’re crazy,” Emmy sobbed.
When Brooks heard the tears in his mate’s voice, he lost it. A red haze of rage sheened over his eyes, and he leaped over the back of the sofa. His large bear body slammed into the fucker’s back, and at the same time he swiped at the hand holding the gun, being careful not to hit his mate with his talons.
The man screamed in pain as the skin on his arm and the back of his hand flayed open. The gun flew from his hand just before the fucker fell forward, taking Emmy with him. Brooks’ back paws landed on the floor in front of the sofa. In the next instant, he had his jaws locked around the back of the asshole’s neck, and he crunched down. Blood sprayed and filled his mouth, but Brooks wasn’t stopping until he knew that fucker was dead. He shook his head back and forth, his long talons raking down the bastard’s back. He had no idea how long he was caught up in the raging haze, but when he heard Emmy’s sobbing gasps, the anger began to drain.
Brooks dragged the body off of his mate, turned his head aside, and spat out the blood and tissue from his mouth before wiping as much of the goo from the fur around his mouth on the old sofa. When he was as clean as he was going to get, he turned toward his mate.
Jett and Declan had already changed back into human form. Declan was holding Emmy in his lap while she cried. Jett was caressing over her arms, trying to offer comfort.
Brooks was about to change back to his man when he noticed that their mate was still bound at the ankles and wrists, he walked forward slowly so as not to startled her, hooked one of his claws under the cable tie around her ankles, and tugged. The strong plastic was no match for his sharp talons and shredded instantly.
Emmy’s crying slowed, and she met his gaze with a soft grateful smile.
“Thank you,” Emmy whispered. “You came for me.”
“Of course we did, baby,” Declan said. “You’re our mate and we love you. We would go to the end of the earth for you.”
Jett carefully clasped Emmy’s hips and shifted her until her back was to Brooks. He slipped a claw under the cable tie and sliced through it.
Emmy gasped and groaned as her arms fell limply to her sides, and she started crying again. Brooks pushed his polar bear back, knelt next to the love of his life, and began to gently massage her arms, wrists, and hands. He scrutinized her body, taking in the dried blood clumping her hair together just above her left ear. There was a gash on her head, but it was no longer bleeding and looked as if it was already healing.
When he met her gaze, Emmy crawled from Declan’s lap over to him. He opened his arms wide, and she sobbed as she fell against him. No words were necessary as they clung to each other.
“Take your mate home and attend to her injuries,” Tatum said from somewhere behind him. “We’ll send pictures of the deceased to the FBI and tell them a wild animal killed him.”
“Thank you,” Declan acknowledged hoarsely.
“Any time,” Tatum replied.
Emmy was alive and back in Brooks’ arms where she was meant to be for the rest of his life.
She was finally safe from the threat that had been hounding her for eighteen long months.
Epilogue
Three weeks later
Emmy sat at the bar staring at the TV as Congressman Arthur Seaton was read his rights and taken away in handcuffs.
The media were in a frenzied uproar as they told the story of how the congressman had tried to have the delegates of a political conference blown up just over a year and a half ago.
Murphy Sloan, the name of the guy who’d abducted Emmy, had sent copies of conversations between him and the congressman to the FBI, CIA, the Houston Police, as well as Homeland Security and the media. There was nowhere for Seaton to hide, and he was facing a lifetime behind bars. Emmy’s face had been on every TV station, but thankfully, no one knew where she was. Thankfully, the law agencies had kept her whereabouts quiet. That’s just the way she liked it.
Tatum and the other shifters had gathered up Sloan’s laptop, cell phone, and other things and then sent them to FBI headquarters by courier. There was no way Seaton would be dodging the proverbial bullet.
Even though she’d healed from her injuries within a couple of days, her mates were still treating her as if she was an invalid and she was getting downright sick of it.
The only consolation was that they’d each made love to her a few times singularly and so gently, she’d wanted to scream. Nonetheless, she’d kept her mouth shut because each time she looked into her mate’s eyes, she could see how haunted they were. It was going to take all of them a long time to forget what had happened, if ever, but Emmy decided it was high time to get her sometimes bossy alpha mates back.
She’d thanked each and every one of the shifters who’d played a role in her rescue and was planning a barbecue tomorrow to show her appreciation, but right now she was more concerned with tonight’s plans.
She’d snuck out of the bar early and headed up stairs to their apartment. After turning the spa bath taps on, she stripped out of her clothes and grabbed the bath oil she’d chosen to entice her mates. She smiled when she remembered their reaction after bathing in the honeysuckle-scented oil and hoped that when Airen and Archer had been sent out of the bar since they were the only customers left, she and her mates would all end up in her bed.
The day Emmy had been rescued, Brooks had helped her clean up in the shower, and then she’d soaked some of her aches and pains away in the honeysuckled fragrant bathwater while Declan had cleaned her head wound and the torn skin at her wrists with some antiseptic. All three of her mates had been panting and staring at her as if she was the last woman on earth. If she hadn’t had such a bad headache, she might have taken them up the offer in their heated gazes.
She’d been in the warm bath for barely a minute when she heard footsteps hurrying down the hallway away from the bar and couldn’t stifle her giggle of joy. It looked like her mates already knew what she was up to, which wasn’t really a surprise. The few days she’d taken to recuperate, she’d gotten onto the internet and studied up on her mate’s inner animals. A polar bear could smell things up to just over a mile away. She should have known she wouldn’t be able to get anything by them.
Emmy picked up the sponge and quickly washed her body. She’d barely finished when the bathroom door burst open.
Jett was the first one through the door with Brooks and Declan right behind him. He didn’t speak but stalked toward her like the great beast he was, gripped her under the arms, and lifted her from the tub. As soon as her feet touched down, Brooks started patting dry her skin.
When he was done Declan swept her up into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.
He lowered her to the middle of the bed and then stepped back. Emmy noticed the top sheet and quilt had been pulled back. She licked her lips and gazed at her mates as they began to remove their clothes.
Brooks beat his friends getting naked by seconds, and then he crawled up over her.
“I love you, Emmy Warren.” He cupped her face between his large, callused hands.
“I love you, too, Brooks McKay,” she managed to get out before he slanted his mouth over hers.
Emmy moaned as he licked into her mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. She spread her legs and groaned when Brooks’ long, hard, thick cock pressed against her soaked pussy.
He caressed down over her shoulders, to her breasts, and released her lips as he kneaded and molded the soft globes, before strumming his thumbs over her engorged, aching nipples.
Emmy cried out and arched up into his touch. He lowered his head and suckled on first one peak and then the other before moving lower still.
She forced her lids up and glanced to either side of her when the mattress dipped and threaded her fingers into Je
tt’s and Declan’s hair.
Declan opened his mouth over hers, kissing her with rapacious carnal greed, and she kissed him back just as hungrily. Jett swirled his tongue around her areola before drawing the throbbing nub into his mouth.
Brooks licked up through her folds and laved his tongue over her clit while he dipped his finger into her creamy well.
Emmy was on fire and couldn’t wait for her mates to quench her desire.
Declan broke the kiss, and she had just enough time to suck in a breath before Brooks shoved his cock into her pussy hard, fast, and deep. She cried out as the sensitive nerves in her sheath sparked to life. She’d been so caught up in the sensations her mates were bestowing on her, she hadn’t even noticed Brooks was no longer licking her pussy.
Jett and Declan shifted toward the edge of the mattress just before Brooks covered her body with his and rolled them over until he was under her.
Emmy brought her knees up higher, braced her hands on Brooks’ chest, and sat up. She moaned as she sank down further onto his hot, hard, thick cock.
When she felt movement behind her, she glanced over her shoulder to meet Declan’s gaze. He leaned forward, kissed her on the lips, and then caressed down her back toward her ass. She groaned when he squeezed her cheeks and wriggled her hips.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” Declan asked.
“Always. Forever,” Emmy answered.
“I’m coming in, mate.”
Emmy drew in a deep breath and held it as Declan slowly penetrated her ass with his lubed covered cock. Her gasp was drowned out by his growl as he drove in deep.
As soon as she felt Declan thighs and pubis against her own thighs and ass, she turned toward Jett. He was ready and waiting for her up on his knees with his hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
Emmy leaned to the side, twirled her tongue around the crown of his dick, and sucked him into her mouth. Jett groaned, grasped the hair at the back of head, and started to move in and out of her mouth.
She gave herself over to her mates, confident in the knowledge that they wouldn’t do anything to hurt her and would keep her safe.
Brooks gripped her ribs and lifted her a little higher onto her knees. Declan grasped her hip and one of her butt cheeks, and Jett tightened his hand in her hair.
All three of her men moved in sync. Declan and Brooks pistoned their cocks in and out of her ass and pussy while Jett fucked her mouth, keeping his hand around the base so he wouldn’t choke her.
Emmy suctioned her cheeks in and swirled her tongue each time Jett withdrew to the head.
Tears spilled down her cheeks as love flowed from her mates and back again. Her heart was so full it would surely burst.
The pressure inside grew as her mates made love to her. Emmy savored every carnal and loving second of it.
All too soon the molten liquid pooling low in her belly began to spread out and her internal muscles gathered closer and closer. Her legs began to shake the closer she got to the precipice, and while she wanted this moment to last, she knew there would be many more like it.
Brooks reached down between their bodies and started rubbing over her clit.
That was all it took to send Emmy flying. Her whole body quaked and quivered as she climaxed.
Jett’s cock pulsed in her mouth, and he roared as he started to come.
Declan shouted as he drove deeply into her ass and froze as he climaxed.
Brooks slammed into her pussy with a shout, his hips jerking against hers as he filled her with his cum.
Emmy gave Jett’s cock one last lick before he pulled out and flopped onto the bed. She slumped onto Brooks with a satiated smile and couldn’t stop the giggle of elation from escaping her mouth. “I love you all…so much.”
“We love you to the end of the earth and back, Emmy,” Declan declared as he eased from her ass.
Emmy groaned when Brooks lifted her off his softening cock and propped her up against the pillows and the headboard of the bed before crawling down toward the end.
She blinked when all three of her men kneeled near her feet.
“You’re our world, baby,” Declan said. “Will you do us the honor of marrying us?”
Emmy gulped back the tears that seemed to always be so close to the surface lately. “Isn’t being your mate the same as being married?”
Brooks shook his head and reached for her hand. “Being mated is way more than a human wedding ceremony.”
“I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that I belong to y’all.”
Declan caressed a hand up her leg. “We know that, baby.”
Jett cleared his throat as he threaded his fingers with hers. “We want to know that you’re taken care of legally in case anything happens to us, love.”
“But nothing’s going to happen to any of you.” Emmy grinned. “You’re all bad-ass polar bear shifters.”
Her mates laughed.
“We are, but we still want you to marry us, darlin’,” Brooks said.
“What’s your answer, mate?” Jett asked.
“Say yes, baby,” Declan ordered.
“Yes,” Emmy answered. Her heart and soul surged with joy. She was deliriously happy and looked forward to spending the rest of her life with her polar bear shifters. They were her polar opposites, but utterly perfect in her eyes. She loved the way they sometimes ordered her about even if she didn’t obey them and stood up to them. She had her own mind and her men knew it, but she loved them just the way they were.
Declan, Brooks, and Jett wrapped her up in their warm, loving arms where she belonged.
Emmy Warren had never imagined finding the loves of her life while she’d been running from an unknown nemesis, but now that she had, she wouldn’t change a thing.
For nearly two years her life had been a disaster, but now had everything she’d hadn’t dared to dream about.
Declan, Brooks, and Jett completed her.
They were the loves of her life, and they loved her right back.
THE END
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