The Protectors: The Blood Bar Chronicles, Book 2

by Chellie Edwards

  “Open your eyes, Amilian. You’re safe.”

  She knew that voice, but what did it say? She could hear the words; they just weren’t making sense.

  “Amilian, open your eyes,” it repeated, sounding more impatient. She did as she was instructed, only to find herself on a soft rug in front of an open fire.

  “Here, drink this,” Devonte said as he knelt down beside her and supported her neck while she sipped some water. “Don’t try to move too much. Your body needs time to adjust. It is my fault. I’m sorry, but I just had to get you both safe. The first time teleporting is always the worst.” His tone was full of remorse.

  Morgan came into view and placed a hand on his shoulder. “She will be fine,” he assured Dev.

  Amilian remembered snapshots of being in a bar where she met her writer friends. She could remembered feeling horny. And as quickly as that memory flashed before her, heat flooded through her veins again. She had kissed Morgan. As she replayed that image in her mind, her arousal increased. She stood up and walked across the room as the fogginess in her head cleared away. “What happened? I mean, how did we get here?” She looked at both men, searching their faces for honesty, while she cupped one of her breasts and squeezed her thighs tight in a vain effort to stop the throbbing between her legs.

  “I teleported you,” Devonte said, and Amilian couldn’t help but snigger at such a ridiculous statement. Then more of the night’s events came to her. Everything that had happened at the bar, including the sleazy bastard that had cornered her, and Devonte had come to her rescue. The blood stains on Morgan’s face and clothes when he tried to comfort her. Then the phone rang, and Devonte appeared at it without walking. Her mind replayed the look he gave them as he suddenly appeared right back beside them. She recalled Devonte putting his arm around them both, and then next thing, she was where she was now.

  “Are you okay?” Morgan asked as Amilian when pale. She didn’t respond to the question but mulled things over in her head. Amilian remembered the attraction to Morgan as she entered the bar, his fingers inside her,and the way he kissed her. Her body was aching to be touched by him again. Amilian looked over to Devonte, his strong body and patient eyes attractive in a different way, but attractive nonetheless. Amilian’s mind flashed images of him holding the bastard against the wall. He was there when she’d needed him the most. They had both saved her, and she couldn’t help but feel connected to them in a way she wasn’t able to explain.

  The huge fireplace was almost as tall as she, and the fire was in full blaze, casting shadows on the wall. The strong glow and crackle of wood made her feel calm. In front of the fire lay the rug that she had rested on a few moment before, its long shag pile silky and inviting. The two men stood on it watching her quietly.

  Oh, they are a handsome pair. The sight of them restored her confidence as she gave herself up to the safety and protective feelings they offered.

  Devonte looked bulkier than Morgan. He was also clean -shaven and well dressed. The scar on his left cheek, though hard not to miss, added more to his character but didn’t obscure his attractiveness. Well, at least not to Amilian. His eyes… They were orange, clashing with the flames.

  Morgan looked leaner and oozed domination and control. His sandy blond shoulder-length hair was untied, softening the sharp features on his face.

  “So you can teleport yourself,” Amilian said as she looked at Devonte, still not believing what she had witnessed with her own eyes. “But you… What can you do?”

  ***

  Morgan stood still and grinned at her. He studied her for a moment, taking in her posture. She appeared to stand with confidence, despite the unfamiliar territory she was currently in. There was no request to be taken back to the bar. She had balls—figuratively speaking, of course—but a skill to be admired all the same. Just how much could his alpha handle? he wondered. It was time to find out.

  “It isn’t a case of what I can do.” He paused as he began to take off his T-shirt. The sight affected her exactly as he had hoped, if her widening eyes were anything to go by.”More a case of what I become.”

  He hadn’t taken his eyes off her, searching for even a hint of uncertainty. But there was nothing like that. Just pure willingness to listen and an openness to believe. He undid his trouser button and slid them down an inch, making sure her eyes followed his actions. He toed off his shoes and placed his bare feet on the wooden floor that had been warmed by the fire. Then slowly, he pulled off his trousers. He never wasted time with underwear, so he stood naked, except for his necklace, before Devonte and Amilian, ready to change.

  ***

  Amilian, being a virgin, had never watched a man undress himself before. She watched Morgans movements. He was full of confidence, and her body responded to his nakedness as nature intended. Morgan took a step closer. Her juices made a natural lubricant in anticipation for what her body so desperately desired. She tried very hard to focus on his face but failed.

  “Watch me,” Morgan commanded. She watched as he began to shrink and go onto all fours. It wasn’t a defined move, more like a fluid one. The motions were constant. His face started to reform, and his nose grew into a muzzle. Beautiful sandy fur sprouted all over his once silky skin. Morgan’s hands were replaced with paws.

  Amilian couldn’t look away. She had expected him to walk over to her. To touch and kiss her the way they had back at the bar. To finish what they had started. Despite her disappointment, what was happening before her eyes was far too precious to miss. She stood perfectly still, taking it all in.

  Morgan stretched his front legs out, leaned back onto his hind legs, then gave himself a full body shake, just like a dog. Amilian, still watching in awe, took a few steps toward him. When she was close enough to touch him, she crouched down on her knees so they were eye to eye.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “He’s incredible,” Devonte said from beside the fireplace, obviously in as much awe as she was.

  Amilian didn’t take her eyes of the wolf that stood in front of her. “May I?” she asked softly of Morgan, unsure if he could hear or understand her. She held her hand up near his head, hoping the gesture would explain that she wanted to touch him.

  He didn’t speak, though that seemed obvious, but at that moment, a talking werewolf didn’t seem so far-fetched. She had witnessed so many things that evening she previously thought fantasy, anything could be possible.

  She took her chance anyway and stroked down the back of his neck, just behind his ear. The wolf’s head moved into her touch, giving her the assurance she needed. Leaning forward, she kissed him and burrowed her face into his hair. She breathed in the musty, earthy smell that was Morgan.

  The wolf backed away from her, but she stayed put on the floor and watched as he slowly moved over toward Devonte, who also crouched down onto his knees. Dev took the wolf in both hands and hugged him rather like a boy does to his pet dog. The wolf pulled back from Devonte to stand proud on all fours by the fire as his paws began to change. The motion was a lot faster than before, the muzzle shortening and the whole body looking as if it was growing taller as the wolf went back on his hind legs and changed back into two feet. Mere seconds later, Morgan stood before the two of them.

  “I have shown you all of who I am. Now there will be no secrets. I only ask that you accept me for who I am.” The statement soft but powerful.

  It was Devonte who responded first. “I accept you as you are, but it is only fair that I show you what I am capable of before you accept me.” He too began to undress, wasting no time in pulling off his T-shirt. Next he unfastened his trouser button and pulled down the zipper. With a hand on each side of his hips, he glided the trousers seductively down his thighs and shins. He removed his shoes and trousers from his feet and stood tall. His naked skin had a warm red glow from the flames of the fire. Then the burning fire went out.

  No sooner had the fire gone out, another started up again. It roared with anger, then soothed down to give the soft
glow it had given before. Amilian knew that Dev was controlling it; she just had no idea how.

  “I come from a long line of demon supernaturals. My grandmother is a fire starter, thus I have the ability to start and control fires.”

  Amilian heard a rustling from behind her and looked to find Morgan’s clothes lifting off the floor. In midair they began to fold themselves and were placed on the high-backed chair in a neat pile. She looked back to Devonte to see him smile.

  “I love housework. It takes no time.” He chuckled, as he enjoyed the amazement that was displayed on both their faces.

  “Telekinetic?” Morgan asked.

  “Yes. My farthest reach has been twenty feet,” he said, clearly impressed with his own talent. “And, of course, my teleportation skills. I am a rare breed. Not many demons poses two talents, but I have acquired three of which I can control and enhance as and when required.”

  Amilian was trying to listen to the technical talk, but she was standing in very close proximity to two completely naked men. The fact they happened to be incredibly sexy was a bonus. She knew that they both were very special men that possessed more than she knew existed, but she was willing to learn. She felt safe, protected, and they both had awakened her sexual desires more than any other.

  Feeling somewhat overdressed, Amilian started to take off her shirt. “I guess it’s my turn to show you my talent,” she teased, looking from one man to the other. She slowly unfastened her lace bra to reveal her full breasts, nipples already erect. Next she took off her shoes. Morgan stepped closer to her, reached out his hand, and squeezed her nipple. Devonte followed suit. Standing behind her, he cupped the other breast in his hand.

  “Not yet, boys, slow down,” Amilian teased as she moved out from between the two men. It was more difficult than she thought it would be as both men’s dicks were hard. It wasn’t her fault if she had to manhandle them a little while she got past them onto the soft rug.

  “I only ask that you accept me for me,” she continued. She turned around to face them, her back to the fire. She slid the stretchy skirt and ripped tights down her long legs. She blushed as she remembered how her tights came to be ripped, and hoped to the powers that be that she looked attractive while undressing. A quick glance at the men declared that she hadn’t been that much of a turn-off, so she continued to remove her knickers.

  Amilian didn’t have any magic tricks to make things move, nor the ability to transform into another being, but she did have herself. “This is what I am. I have nothing else to offer you except what you see here. As long as you treasure my body and stimulate my mind, I am willing to share this with you, both of you.”

  There was no need to offer twice. They were both there within a single step.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  There were two of them, naked sexy and ready for her, but where to begin? Amilian pondered. Two mouths to kiss, but which one first? Thankfully she didn’t have to make that choice. Morgan, being the more dominant, stepped right up to her, his hardness pressing into her crotch. He took her in a hard, deep kiss, instantly setting her senses alight and bringing her arousal to a higher level.

  He broke the kiss, and looked at them both with serious eyes and said, “Tonight we come together, united by mating. We will mate together as one, learning about each other as we go. Amilian, Devonte, before we start, do you understand that in my world you mate for life? There is no breaking this cycle, except in death. That once we mate, we will form a pack, I as your leader.” He looked to them both, awaiting their answer.

  “I understand, my alpha,” Devonte said as he walked toward Morgan. “I vow to serve you, to tend to your every need, and protect you until death us do part.”

  Amilian was teary-eyed at the sincerity of Devonte’s statement. Devonte really was so tender, and she wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by him. It obviously pleased Morgan as they now stood kissing. Morgan’s hands pulled Devonte closer. Devonte took Morgan’s dick in a tight fist and pulled down his length, making him moan through the kiss.

  Hearing Morgan’s pleasure had Amilian throbbing between her legs as heat rushed through her body. She cupped her own breast, and fingered her nipple as she watched the men before her. Morgan pulled back from Devonte, and detangled himself from Devonte’s firm grasp.

  “We take our time tonight,” Morgan said.

  Morgan turned to Amilian next. She knew it was her turn to commit. But the three of them? How in God’s name could this all work? And for life? So many questions ran through her mind. Her body betrayed her. Her desire to be touched by these two excited her beyond her control.

  Morgan lifted her face to touch his lips to hers gently, softer than she had ever thought possible. He moved from her lips to her neck. “I will give you a lifetime of care, and you will never want for anything. I will make you happy. I only ask that you follow me as my alpha female.” As he said the last few words. his hand ventured down to her mound. Using a finger. he circled her clit. The heat intensified, and she knew there was no going back.

  He slipped a finger into her wet and warm folds. Amilian had been desperate for this touch since the last time, but the reality was almost too much for her. She used Morgan’s body for support and spread her legs wider, giving him easier access.

  Morgan pulled his finger out of her and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he knelt down on the rug and laid her on her back. He motioned for Devonte to come closer and also kneelt on the floor next to Amilian’s side.

  “Wait,” Amilian pleaded as she leaned up on her elbows to look from one man to the next. “I haven’t done this before. What I mean is… I haven’t been with anyone.”

  Morgan was the first to smile at her, making her feel more relaxed. “Do you want to stop?” Morgan asked.

  “No! No, it’s just that… Well, I don’t know if I’m doing it right.” She let her eyes fall to the floor a moment before taking a deep breath and regaining eye contact with Morgan. He smiled again and then leaned over to kiss her.

  “My sweet alpha,” he said between soft kisses on her lips. “We are all learning together tonight.” His tongue teased her lips, and she parted them for him. The kiss was deep and brought on a new hunger for him. Amilian laid down on her back, spread her legs to allow room for Morgan, and raised her hips.

  ***

  Morgan pushed his hardness in to her slowly as warm wetness encased him. She moaned again, her fingers running through her own hair. Her honesty overwhelmed him. The fact that he would always be her first pleased him even more. She was his.

  ***

  Devonte used his hand expertly on his own hardness. The images before her increased her arousal as Morgan pulled out and drove back in again, each thrust getting harder. Morgan bent over her, to take her breast in his mouth. She reached out to the side of her, to take over from Devonte wanking. He was long, thick, and hard. The skin was smooth and silky. She enjoyed the feel of him in her hand, loving the way his eyes closed as she pulled back and forth over the ridge of his purple head.

  Devonte’s arm reach behind Morgan. Whatever he was doing made Morgan stop thrusting into her. Morgan’s head bent back, and released her breast. His eyes glazed over and closed. His breath hitched and then he groaned in pleasure. “Jesus…Oh God, that’s so good,” he said and thrust his dick faster into her.

  “Oh God, please…Oh,” she cried. The deeper Morgan thrust, the faster Amilian wanked Dev. Amilian tightened around Morgan and Devonte’s dicks, as her climax approached.

  “Faster,” she urged.

  Morgan pushed Amilian’s knees up to her chest, raising her hips off the floor, and pushed into her deeper.

  “Ooohhh!” Her pleasured cry spurred him on to push into her, matching her pace. “Ahhh, oh…Oh.”

  Morgan cried out his own release. Then Devonte came all over them both.

  Amilian caught her breath. Morgan had already rolled off her and lay on one side as Devonte lay on the other. The fire made their sw
eat beads shimmer. She savored the moment, thinking about how worried she had been, trying to figure out how it would all work between them. Quite simply she would learn as the others would too. Laying there between them both, she felt safer than she ever had and more attended to that she could remember. Amilian could almost say she was content, but there was something she needed to do before that could happen.

  Amilian sat up and looked at her two men. The thought of them being hers pleased her, she realized, as she watched the flicker of the flames cast shadows on their faces. They both looked at her, waiting to hear what she had to say. To her that meant more than she would ever be able to tell them.

  She smiled at them both. “My men, I offer myself to you to treasure and love. In return, I will tend to your needs wholeheartedly and vow to be your mate for life.”

  Amilian watched as both men looked at each other and smiled, making Amilian think they knew what the other was thinking. The fact that they stood and each held out a hand to bring her to her feet had Amilian wondering if they actually could.

  “My alpha! I now declare that we are one pack.” Morgan’s lips came crushing down on Amilian’s. She met his tongue with hers, the kiss deep and desperate, arousing her again. All too quickly the kiss was broken as Morgan pulled her backward toward the high-back chair. Devonte, anticipating his move, kindly removed the pile of Morgan’s clothes off the chair using his telekinetic talent.

  As Morgan stepped back, Amilian saw that the kiss had affected his state of arousal too. Morgan sat down on the chair. His dick looked very inviting and was standing to attention, but Morgan prevented her from touching it. Morgan put a hand on each of her hips and pulled her close so that his face was level with her wet mound. With an expert tongue, he found her clit and licked and sucked. Her hands went through his hair, and she leaned back onto Devonte. Dev cupped her breast and played with her nipple, and with the other, he began circling her anus.