Both men sucked in a breath, then quickly agreed to her pronouncement. She smiled. In this at least, she’d have control and she couldn’t wait to finally have them at her mercy after months of lusting after them from afar. And if they were right about the mate thing, she’d have lots of opportunity to slake that lust over the coming years. She couldn’t wait.
“Then get me out of here and take me to your place.”
Chapter Seven
Pleasure flooded Ben at seeing Abby in his home and in his bed. For months, he and Trevor had plotted how they’d get her here, never imagining it would be under these circumstances. Now that she was in his bed, he couldn’t wait to make love to her, to make her his mate in truth not just in his heart. He’d just have to be conscious of her injuries.
She looked so beautiful to him. The doctor had kept her sedated for two days after the attack and, once she had begun to heal, he allowed the brothers to care for her, bathing away the blood and dirt from the battle. Now, as she lay in his bed, he had to wonder at her strength, admiring not only her beauty, but her courage and fearlessness.
Even after finding herself blind, she’d seen the positive side of things when they’d explained everything. How did they get so lucky? He just didn’t know.
Gazing down at the exquisite beauty lying in his bed, he inhaled, taking her scent deep into his lungs. He couldn’t wait to mark her, couldn’t wait until she carried his scent and that of his brother. Couldn’t wait until she belonged to them entirely.
Her lips were lush, begging to be kissed. Her cheeks were flushed, her caramel colored skin softer than anything he’d ever imagined. Her chocolate brown eyes were heavy-lidded and passion-glazed. Her long black hair lay spread across his pillows, just like he’d imagined since the night he’d first caught a glimpse of her all those months ago. By the Gods, he couldn’t wait to sink into her, to feel her channel clench around his cock.
The first thing he needed to do was undress her. The hospital gown did nothing for her and only made him think on the events that put her in it. Not what he wanted to be thinking about as he made love to her for the first time. “Are you ready for me to take you, Abby? Ready to be my mate?”
She didn’t hesitate, just smiled and stretched her arms out, welcoming him. “I’m ready, Ben. I’ve been waiting months to take you to my bed.”
Reaching down, he gently grasped her hands, pulling her into a seated position. With her injuries, he had to be careful not to make things worse. Above all else, he didn’t want to cause her more pain.
Kneeling at her feet, he lifted one foot, then the other, sliding her hospital footies from her feet. Once he’d taken off the socks, he reached forward and grasped the ties at the back of her neck, loosening them enough to pull the gown over her head. He moved slowly, cautiously, all too aware of just badly she’d been injured just forty-eight hours ago. Still, her body had already healed enough that her bandages and stitches were removed before they departed the doc’s office, so he at least didn’t have to worry about pulling on those while they mated.
“Lay down, sweetheart. Let me look at you. You’re everything Trevor and I have ever wanted in a mate.” Ben watched her lay back against his comforter, unerringly placing her head on his pillow. Her coffee-colored skin called out to him to taste, to touch. Lying across the width of his bed, he couldn’t stop his gaze from traveling over her, once, twice. When she began to shift around, he knew he’d been staring at her too long and that she was growing nervous. That’s the last thing he wanted. This woman was bold, would demand everything he had to give. He couldn’t wait to give it.
He had to touch her skin, lap up her woman’s cream, immerse himself completely in her essence. As gently as he could, he spread her thighs as wide as he could, then knelt between them, placing her legs over his shoulders. Leaning forward, he drew in a deep breath, inhaling her scent deep into his lungs. It intoxicated him. Ever so slowly, he ran his finger up and down her sopping wet slit, coating his finger with her juices. He couldn’t believe how wet she was, how ready she was to take him even though he’d just started his seduction.
Needing to taste her, he lifted his soaked finger to his mouth and slowly licked her cream from it, his gaze never leaving hers. Her pupils dilated and her breath hitched before she let out a low and needy moan. Her low groan stirred something primitive within him. His tiger struggled to be free, desperate to mark her as his so all others would know that she was taken by the Marcums.
Using all his control, he wrestled his beast back down, calming it with the promise that once she shifted for the first time and after their mating was secure, he would let it free to mount their mate. That seemed to appease it for the moment, allowing him to focus on his mate and her needs.
Ben settled deeper between her thighs, needing to see his mate’s body in all her natural glory. Slowly, he moved his fingers back down to her pussy and opened her to his gaze. Shaved bare, he could see every inch of her. Abby’s clit stood rigid, a hard little nub just begging to be suckled. By the Gods, he had to taste her, really taste her. Once again, he spread her thighs as far as they could go so she was completely open to him. Placing his hands on her thighs to keep them in the position he wanted, he pressed his face right against her gate and inhaled.
By the Gods, he couldn’t believe how wonderful she smelled. Her woman’s cream enticed him as no other ever had. He could drink from her forever and never tire of it. Ben could see her woman’s cream drip down her channel, pooling in her pussy. He had to get a better taste of her. Like the cat he was, he lapped up her cream, swirling his tongue around her clit over and over, giving it a hard tug every now and then.
Abby squirmed beneath his hold, crying out her need for him. Her moans grew ragged and clipped. Her chest quivered and her breaths turned into desperate pants. He could hear her heart pounding, smell her growing arousal. Spreading her pussy lips wider, he dove in, suckling and licking, eating her juices as if it were his last meal, spearing his tongue into her channel, fucking her with it until he felt her body grow soft and pliant as the last of her orgasm faded away.
When he knew he couldn’t wait any longer to make her his, he entered her pussy with first one finger, then two, feeling the last of her orgasm ripple around him. He continued stretching Abby’s channel even when she begged him to take her, snarling out her need and her demand for him to fuck her already. When two fingers fit comfortably, he added another. No way would he enter her until he knew she could take him without pain. He was a big man and he had no idea when she’d last taken someone to her bed. After a few minutes more, he was confident she could take him easily. “You’re more than ready for me now, Abby. Do you want me? Want to become my mate forever held in my heart.”
Abby nodded, then grabbed her thighs, holding them open as she waited for him to take her.
Ben quickly shucked his clothes, not even giving her a chance be upset that she couldn’t see his striptease before joining her on the bed. Though she couldn’t see now, that wouldn’t always be the case and he didn’t want her first joining with him to be marred by unhappiness.
After pulling Abby into his arms, her chest against his, he rolled them over until she lay atop him. By placing her on top, her wounds would not become irritated by the bedding as they coupled. In this way, too, she could feel in control of their mating as so little had been in her hands since the battle. Though he hadn’t known Abby long, both he and Trevor firmly believed that she prided her independence. Abby was a control freak through and through and they loved her enough to accept that in her. They thought her perfect for them just as she was and therefore had no desire to change her.
As soon as she found her balance astride his lap, she reached down, trailing her fingers down his chest until she touched the nest of curls surrounding his cock. Gripping it in her tiny hands, she slowly began to stroke him from tip to base and back again. Her eyes were closed, but he could see the concentration on her face as she tried to learn him by feel rat
her than sight. Never had anything felt so good and he hadn’t even entered her yet.
* * * *
Abby took a deep breath and really, really wished she could see the cock she held in her hand. He was huge, probably the largest of any man she’d been with. Thick and long and, from the feel of the heavy veins running throughout, it would be utterly gorgeous. His cock had to be at least ten inches long. When she could see, she might even ask him to let her measure it. Another thought intruded though. If his cock was as big as it seemed, how would it ever fit inside her?
“It’ll fit, baby. I made sure of it. That’s why I spent so long stretching you.”
Abby nodded. “I’m more than ready, as you’ve said. I’ve wanted to fuck you for months and now I’m finally getting my chance.” Taking his cock in hand, she lined it up with her pussy. She took one more deep breath, then let it out slowly as she lowered herself down on his rigid cock, taking his shaft as deep inside her as she could over the course of several short strokes. When his curls pressed against her mound, she exhaled. He felt so good inside her, filling her channel perfectly.
She sat atop him for several long moments as she let her body adjust to having him inside her. When she felt comfortable and the pressure began to ease, she rose back up the length of his cock, then slowly slid back down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Before long her control was in shambles, riding Ben harder and faster, needing him to fuck her deeper and harder than all of her previous lovers. She needed him to prove that after they mated she’d be ruined for any others outside their triadic mate bond. She needed him to mark her and allow her to do the same.
When Ben reached down and pinched her clit, she couldn’t hold back. No way could she stop the climax roaring through her. She came screaming his name. He thrust upward, once, twice, thrice, then he, too, came, flooding her channel with his seed, scent marking her as a warning to all others. A hands off sign to other shifters since most mating marks healed over time. And at that thought, Abby knew that there was only one thing left to do before she’d officially be Ben Marcum’s mate. He had to mark her as his mate, thereby donating his DNA to her so that if there were ever a moment she couldn’t shift because of an injury, he could force the shift for her.
As if reading her thoughts, he rose up, keeping her balanced on his cock. She felt him carefully line up his teeth at the base of her neck where it met her shoulder, and bit down, piercing her flesh cleanly and gifting her with one mother of an orgasm. Her body quaked and shuddered, rippling around his shaft. As soon as her blood welled on the surface of her skin, he let go and began to bathe the wound with his tongue, easing away the pain. As her climax began to taper off, he pressed his face against her shoulder and just held her within his arms, giving her the love she’d desperately been searching for her whole life—the love of a mate. The last thing she remembered as darkness overtook her was the press of Ben’s lips against her temple and his whispered words.
“Sleep, my mate. Sleep until your other mate awakens you.”
* * * *
Trevor watched as Abby stretched beneath their thick comforter. When they thought Abby were merely human, they’d arranged for Conn and Marcel to build the house, while asking Zoë and Twila for input into furnishings. The women went out of their way to purchase blankets and pillows they knew would not only feel soft against her skin, but also keep her warm. As shifters, they didn’t really need to sleep with a blanket because they could easily control their body temperatures, but that wasn’t the case with Abby, at least not yet. Once she shifted for the first time, she should be able to control her body temperature, given time.
As she did every morning, Abby woke all at once. Within seconds, her eyes were open, but once again, only darkness greeted her.
Now that she was awake, he couldn’t wait to carry her into the Jacuzzi tub and bathe her. Instead though, he’d shower with her. From all accounts he’d heard, Zoe enjoyed her mating times in the Jacuzzi, so he wanted to wait until all Abby's injuries were healed and she could truly enjoy herself in there—which is why they’d had one installed when they’d built their home.
Today was his day to not only pamper her, but to mate with her and he had the morning all planned. He couldn’t wait to wake up with her every morning, to be the first thing she’d see upon opening her eyes. Today was the first day of the rest of their lives as mates. “Good morning, Abby-mine.”
Abby licked her lips, forcing Trevor to stifle his groan as his dick twitched against the rough fabric of his jeans. “Good morning,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, probably from all the screams he heard her shout during the lovemaking between her and Ben last night.
He’d been in a constant state of arousal ever since. He hadn’t had an erection pulse and throb with this much need since he hit puberty and the urge to fuck anything female was overwhelming. “Are you ready for a long hot shower this morning?”
Scooting up farther against the pillows, Abby tucked the blanket beneath her arms. “That sounds like heaven. I’d love a good back scrub, if you’re interested Trevor.” Abby turned her head one way, then the other. “Where’s Ben?”
“Checking in with the guards. He’ll be around later, don’t worry. Don’t you want to spend some one on one time with me?”
“I didn’t mean…I…”
Trevor smiled, his gaze riveted on the bright red flush spreading across her caramel colored skin. It continuously surprised him when a woman as bold as she blushed. “I’ll be right back after I get that water started for you then.”
He’d spent several enjoyable hours over the course of the last month shopping for just the right scents for her lotions and bath products, finally choosing to have someone create one uniquely for her. They’d wanted to pamper her, show her they’d care for all her wants and needs every day for the rest of their lives, even the intimate personal ones. Bath products were only the first step in a grand master plan for their seduction of Abigail Coleman.
After making sure the spicy orange bath wash they had created was waiting in the shower and placing several towels just heated by the dryer nearby, Trevor went to carry in Abby. He couldn’t wait to bathe her, to discover for himself if that tatt on her back was just as hot as he remembered. A bold, vivid Chinese fire-breathing dragon. It represented the woman so well, said all he needed to know about her personality.
By the time he was ready and stepped back into the bedroom, the covers were thrown to the bottom of the bed and Abby lay atop it completely nude, her legs spread, her wet pussy dripping on the bedding. He stopped in his tracks and dropped to his knees.
Her tousled black hair framed a magnificent pair of lush breasts. Her chocolate brown eyes grew even darker as passion infused her blood. He watched in fascination as she used her hands and fingers to twist and pull on her large dark nipples. He groaned with need and Abigail smiled, knowing exactly what effect she had on him.
Very lightly, he ran two fingers down her chest between the valley of her quivering breasts to her tummy, where he took his time circling her bellybutton. He couldn’t wait until her fertile time came and they could plant their seed in her belly. He and Ben had wanted cubs for years, but until they saw Abigail, no woman appealed to them enough to mark, mate her and eventually impregnate her.
He could almost see it now. Her tummy would be rounded with her children, twins at least since such ran in their families. It would be like a siren’s call for him to come home to. They’d strip her nude every night just to see all the minute differences for themselves every day. His cock thrust against the zipper of his jeans, jerking Trevor out of his daydream.
He refocused on her body, glimpsed every inch of her. Her legs were long, firm and exquisitely shaped. Her toes were painted blood red and her feet had a delicate arch. He couldn’t believe that this gorgeous woman had agreed to mate with him—him and Ben. She was perfection personified—for both of them. And he, for one, couldn’t wait to plant his seed in her and watch it take root.
"Let’s
get you in the shower then. I have big plans for you later.”
“Plans,” she purred. “What kind of plans?”
Trevor palmed her ass softly, then squeezed. “You’ll see…after your shower.” As carefully as he could, he lifted Abigail from the bed and snuggled her against his chest. Urgent need slammed into his body, forcing him to walk a little faster into the bathroom. He could barely hold onto his control and then, by only the thinnest of threads. But he couldn’t rush her, couldn’t take the chance of hurting her, not until she were completely healed and had the use of all her senses. It would kill him if he harmed her in any way.
He strode the last few steps to the shower and blocked the water with his body as they eased into the oversized stall. After depositing her on a warm wooden bench along the rear wall of the shower, he reached into one of the built-in niches in the shower tiling. Trevor pulled out a scrubbing puff and the spicy orange bath wash. He couldn’t wait to bathe her. A quick step over to the small radio set into the tiling and sultry jazz music filtered through the misty air.
Once finished creating the mood he was going for, he felt better able to face his mate without doing something stupid—like jumping her. He wanted inside her so bad he didn’t know how he’d held out as long as he had.
Knowing that her lack of sight would probably bother her the longer the silence lasted, he quickly undressed, tossing his clothes onto the bathroom floor. When he turned back around, there was his Abigail, her legs spread wide open along the bench seat, one hand holding her pussy open, and two fingers delving deep into her cunt. He groaned. Couldn’t stand it. What was she trying to do to him? He was only a man—her man. And the time to prove it had apparently arrived.
Her eyes were glazed over in passion and she’d begun to writhe and moan.
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