“W-werebear,” he whispered. “Attacked… Was…getting…food.”
Shit! Jason jerked upright, his gaze darting around the woods in search of the creature that had attacked Pierce. But the morning was quiet. The bear was long gone now.
He turned back to Pierce. How badly was he hurt? Jason lifted the other man’s head off the ground, just slightly, and his hand grew sticky. Head wound. Damn. This was not good. And from the position Pierce lay in, it was possible he had internal bleeding.
Dread clogged the air in his throat.
“Jason…”
He looked down at the sound of his soft plea.
“Take…care of…Delilah…” Pierce’s eyes drifted closed again.
“No!” The word ripped from Jason and he gripped Pierce’s hand tighter, checking his pulse to see if it still beat.
It did, but barely. There was far too little time left.
Chapter Eight
Delilah paced the cabin, her feet chilled despite the sheet wrapped around her. Something was terribly wrong.
Her stomach rolled and she placed a hand against it, unable to shake the awful premonition. How foolish she’d been this morning. Resorting to her churlish behavior to cover her embarrassment at what had happened last night. Though she shouldn’t have been embarrassed. It had been a beautiful thing.
She went to the window again and lifted the curtain, relief filtering through her blood when she saw Jason returning.
The relief swiftly faded. He was in lion form. And he traveled alone.
She stumbled back, her heart pounding as she turned to watch the door to the cabin. A moment later it exploded inward and Jason stumbled inside, his eyes wild.
“He’s dying,” he choked out.
The breath locked in her throat and she shook her head, her mind spinning. No. It wasn’t possible.
Jason lunged forward, gripping her hands to the point of pain. “He was attacked by a werebear. You need to find a healer, Delilah. I won’t leave him alone to die.”
She shook her head. A healer. But she was a healer. How did Jason not know that?
“You would deny him this?” Jason roared, his expression tormented as he misinterpreted her gesture. He rushed forward and gripped her shoulders. “Not find help for a dying man? Is that what you want? For him to die and this union to be void? Because it will!”
“No! Jason, I can—”
“Please, don’t make me beg you, Lila. Go for help.” Jason groaned, turned and ran toward the door again. “I must go. Must be with him for his last moments.”
And then he was gone.
Delilah stared after him, her body shaking with shock. She had to act. Now. Dropping the sheet, she fled after him.
He was nearly out of sight, but the flash of orange gave her the path to follow. She shifted into falcon, soaring into the air and tracking him to where Pierce lay wounded.
She dove to the earth, shifting back. Her legs were unsteady, barely holding her as she stared at the two men who’d become such an intricate part of her life in the last two days. Her mates. Her throat tightened with emotion and tears blurred her eyes.
Pierce lay still on the ground. If he hadn’t already embraced death, he was very near to doing so.
“I told you to seek a healer!” Jason shouted, but did not rise from where he sat next to Pierce.
Delilah blinked back tears and forced her emotions to the side. She had healed many people in the two years since she had discovered her gift. And she would do so again now.
“You have killed him by not seeking help,” Jason whispered, tears on his cheeks, his gaze flashing with anguish and betrayal. “I will never forgive you.”
“I have not killed him,” she said calmly. “I will heal him.”
She moved forward, falling to her knees next to both the men. Placing her hand gently on Pierce’s forehead, she closed her eyes and began to chant softly.
Channeling light from her body into his, she absorbed his pain. Her body rocked from the force of it. He was so near death, she had to go deeper into herself. Focus harder. She chanted louder, sent more positive energy and light into him.
Her body grew weak, trembling and wavering. Jason came behind her and held her steady.
There was a draw against her energy, almost propelling it back into her body as Pierce’s rejected it. And, for a moment, she was certain they’d lost him. But then once again it turned, sucking all the light and power from her.
Her body jerked, her chanting died, and then the blackness rushed up to take her.
Cool moisture brushed across her cheek, dragging her up from the darkness.
Slowly, Delilah opened her eyes. Almost afraid of what she’d see. Relief swept through her, left her weak when she saw the two men who stared down at her with obvious concern. She was back in the cabin on the bed. And Pierce was very much alive. Warmth spread through her at the realization.
“Lila,” Jason muttered her name of a rush, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Thank God you’re okay.”
She gave a weak smile and then turned her attention to Pierce. “You pulled through.”
His gaze flickered with gratitude and regret. “Only because of you, little one.”
“When did you discover you were a healer?” Jason asked.
She turned back to look at him. “Two years past. Both my father and I were surprised by the realization. It seems my mother carried the gene but never developed it.”
Jason pushed a curl behind her ear and heat gathered low in her belly. “You are our blessing. You pulled Pierce back from the brink of death.”
Pierce and Jason exchanged glances over her head and then looked down at her again.
“Delilah.” Pierce caught her hand between both of his and met her gaze. “Jason and I have been in discussion in the few hours that you were unconscious. We have come to a decision.”
Her pulse fluttered and she ran her tongue over dry lips. “What is that?”
“Without you, I would be dead,” Pierce began. “And I have no way to repay you. Except…to have this union annulled.”
The blood drained from her head and the room spun. They wanted to dissolve the union? Her heart twisted and she closed her eyes before they could see the tears in them. But it was too late.
“Lila, sweetheart, what is it?” Jason asked softly. “Is that not what you wish?”
“No!” she cried and opened her eyes again, glaring at him. “Do you really think I would have saved him just to have you both leave me?”
“But we thought…” Pierce’s voice was heavy with surprise. “Little one, we were only making the decision we thought you wanted. Are you saying that you want this union now?”
“Yes.” Her voice trembled on the admission. She sat up on the bed, her vision blurring with tears. “Perhaps in the beginning I fought it. I couldn’t imagine myself mated with you two. But now…” She looked down at her hands, her cheeks warming with embarrassment as she almost whispered, “Now, I cannot imagine a life without you both. I fear I’m falling in love.”
Pierce groaned and lifting her onto his lap. “Delilah, you have no idea what it means to us to hear you say that.”
Jason knelt beside them, his gaze wide with relief and surprise. “Falling in love is not such a bad thing, Lila. I’ve loved you for years.”
Her heart tripped. “Have you?”
“We both have. This union was never a spontaneous decision,” Pierce told her and placed a soft kiss against her lips.
Heat spiraled downward, settling low in her belly. She shifted on his lap. “No?”
“No. We’d been asking your father for this union for the past two years, but he kept putting us off.” Jason’s mouth curled into a sardonic smile. “It was only recently that he said yes.”
Her father’s comment about how he should have married her off years ago flickered in her head. Her lips parted in dismay. And all this time it had been Pierce and Jason. Pleasure spread through her and she gave a
soft laugh.
“You should rest, Delilah.” Pierce kissed her forehead and began to set her aside. “Then we can discuss your future.”
“No!” She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I have told you what I want of my future. The two of you. My mates.”
Jason hesitated. “Delilah—”
“And I want to join with you both completely.” She paused, letting them understand exactly what she meant, before adding, “Now.”
“Now?” Pierce asked quietly, even as she felt his cock stir against her hip.
“Yes.” She licked her lips again and took Pierce’s hand and placed it on her breast. Then she reached for Jason’s and placed it on the opposite breast. “I want both of you inside me. To join in the triad union.”
Jason and Pierce exchanged glances again, and she saw the heat in their eyes.
“I won’t argue with that,” Jason murmured, his hand flexing over her flesh.
Pierce shook his head and pinched her nipple. “Nor I. Why don’t you lay back, little one.”
She shook her head and gave him an impish grin. “There is something I’ve been meaning to try first.”
Pierce lifted an eyebrow. “And that would be?”
Delilah slid off his lap and knelt in front of him. She wrapped her hands around his cock. “This.”
Before he could reply, she took him with her mouth. Pierce hissed in response, his hands delving into her hair.
She licked at the head of his cock, enjoying her first taste of the musky saltiness of one of her men. Would Jason taste the same when she tried him?
As if he knew she was thinking about him, Jason ran a hand down her back, cupping her ass and dipping a finger into the folds of her pussy.
She moaned and felt the answering rush of cream gather. He began to finger her and she thrust back against his hand, still moving her mouth in exploration over Pierce’s cock.
“Delilah,” Pierce choked out and jerked her head off him. “Please, my love, let me pleasure you. Prepare you. I cannot wait much longer.”
“Don’t wait. I am ready now.” She gasped and clenched her body around the two fingers Jason had inside her. “I want you both inside me.”
“Yes.”
Pierce reclined on the bed, stroking his cock. “Climb on me, Delilah. Ride me.”
She needed no further encouragement. Though the position was new, she climbed forward and straddled his hips, lowering herself slowly onto the thickness of his cock.
Hesitating, she teased the head against her swollen pussy, rocking her hips back and forth and enjoying the friction against her clit.
Pierce gripped her waist and, with a strangled cry, lifted his hips and plunged himself up inside her.
She cried out, flattening her hands against his chest and taking a moment to savor the feeling.
“God, you feel so good,” Pierce whispered and reached between them to rub her clit. “So slick. Hot.”
Delilah groaned as he began a steady thrusting into her.
“Lean forward, little one. Jason will join with us.”
She leaned forward and her ass rose higher. A moment later she felt Jason come close behind her. His lips pressed against the curve of one buttock.
“Relax, Lila. I have something to ease my way in.”
Something silky and warm coated the crack of her buttocks and she tensed when Jason slid two fingers into the small hole of her ass.
There was a small amount of discomfort, but the longer Pierce rubbed her clit, it began to disappear. Jason added a third finger, spreading her wider and preparing her.
“Please,” she begged, not knowing what it would be like, but knowing she needed the complete joining of both men inside her.
Below her, Pierce angled his groin in a way to give friction to her clit, holding onto her hips as he rocked up into her.
She turned her head to look over her shoulder. Jason had squatted down behind her and was lining his cock up with her asshole.
He lifted his gaze, caught her watching, and ran his free hand over her lower back in a gesture she could only interpret as reassuring.
She smiled and licked her lips.
The thick head of his cock probed the small hole of her bottom before sliding in just a bit. Her breath caught, though it did not hurt.
Pierce cupped her breasts and her nipples tightened in his hands, another moan escaping her.
Jason moved his hand over her lower back again. “I’m going all the way in, Lila.”
Hot and cold washed over her in anticipation at the idea of him all the way inside her. She managed a small nod, moaning softly when Pierce pinched her nipples.
Jason pressed forward another inch into her tighter hole and groaned.
“God, you feel amazing. Relax, Delilah.” His voice soothed as he reached under her to rub her clit.
Her body instantly melted. The small sting of discomfort notified her that Jason had pressed another few inches into her ass.
The barely audible curse and his heavy exhalation were the only warning she got before he pushed his dick to the hilt.
“Oh God,” she choked out and leaned harder into Pierce as if she could escape Jason’s cock.
But movement was almost impossible. She was sandwiched so tightly between them. Trapped and exposed perfectly for their penetration.
And yet now they were joined, three as one. The rightness of it all sat warm in her belly as she grew accustomed to the feel of both of them inside her.
Jason’s fingers dug into her hips and he began a slow slide back out of her, only to push back in—harder this time.
Pierce scraped her nipples with his nails and lifted his hips to push higher into her at the same time Jason went deep.
Delilah screamed. The cross of pleasure and pain became so intense, her mind was all fuzzy. She could only focus on the sensation of both of them fucking her. Her body so filled and stretched.
Jason increased the pace of his thrusts into her ass, pushing harder and deeper. His movements set a natural rhythm for her riding Pierce.
Somehow, someone’s hand found her clit and the touch sent her body into a whirlwind of pleasure. Higher and higher still the sensations swirled. Until everything exploded. Her body clenched around Pierce and spasms of trembles racked her body.
“Yes, little one. Oh God!” Pierce came next, catching her breast in his mouth and sucking as he shuddered beneath her.
Jason groaned, thrusting the deepest yet and staying buried in her ass for his own climax.
She floated down from her orgasm, feeling the warmth of both men’s release inside her. Listened to the ragged sounds of their breathing.
With a sleepy grin, she slid forward onto Pierce’s chest, burying her face against his neck.
Jason’s weight collapsed on top of her, his hands cupping her ass cheeks as he kissed the back of her neck.
Such an intimate moment. So right. Delilah sighed, enjoying the weight of Jason on top of her and the hardness of Pierce below.
“I love you.”
She wasn’t sure who even said the words, but they applied to all of them. They were three now joined as one. United and mated. Destined to love each other.
She closed her eyes and wondered how she could have ever wanted it any other way.
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Very Much Alive
© 2009 Dana Marie Bell
True Destiny, Book 1
Ki
ran Tate and Logan Saeter have been on the run from Oliver Grimm for so long they’ve forgotten what it’s like to be free. Ending Grimm’s power games won’t be easy, but this time they have an ace in the hole. PI Jordan Grey, Guardian Investigation’s resident hot shot—and Grimm’s step-granddaughter.
Jordan Grey has her doubts when Logan and Kir show up in her office with a tall tale of how her step-grandfather has framed them for murder. And to top it all off, they’re claiming that they’re really the ancient Norse gods Loki and Baldur, and that Grimm is Odin!
When the two lovers see the sexy detective for the first time, stopping Grimm suddenly takes a back seat to seducing her into their arms. But Grimm never rests, and when his anger spills over onto Jordan, it sets them all on a collision course with a destiny that will rock their world…
Warning: This book contains explicit sex, graphic language, some violence, and hot male/male/female action. In fact, it could be considered a religious experience.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Very Much Alive:
Kir closed the door behind himself and Logan after having seen Jordan onto the elevator. He sighed and closed his eyes tightly, completely mortified.
Fuck. Logan saw my reaction to Jordan.
The knowing gleam in his lover’s eyes did not bode well for the coming conversation.
So it was with some surprise he felt Logan gently push his hand into his hair, pulling Kir’s mouth to his own. The kiss was a languid stroking of tongues, not the usual kiss Logan gave. Logan usually preferred hot, heavy kisses, full of passion and the promise of sex. This one was the kind of kiss Kir preferred. Soft, sweet, and full of the love they both felt.
“I love you, you know that, right?”
Kir focused on Logan’s face. “No more than I love you.”
“We need to talk.”
Kir closed his eyes again, not wanting to see the pain in Logan’s.
“Hey.”
He sighed and moved past Logan’s body and into the living room. Dejected, he sat on the sofa, his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry.”
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