by Becca Van
He was going down if it was the last thing she ever did.
* * * *
“I’m in position,” Shaffer said.
“Me, too,” Rex said.
“I’m here,” Airen groaned.
“How badly are you hurt?” Broden asked.
“Not bad.”
“Tell me,” Broden commanded.
“I have a bullet in the back of my shoulder, and my head feels as if it’s about to fall off my neck. Other than that, I’m good.”
“Be ready,” Archer snarled.
“Rex, Shaffer, go!”
* * * *
Dusty nearly laughed when two lions stalked through the hole in the wall of the clinic.
“What the fuck?” the bald guy gasped. “That’s not possible.”
“You may as well put your weapon down and put your hands up,” Dusty said. “I don’t think your friends will be coming to help you.”
“Shut up, cunt.”
Dusty didn’t see the butt of the gun coming, but she sure felt it. Pain shot into the side of her head and ripped through her brain. She might have cried out, but she wasn’t sure. Two loud lion’s roars drowned out any other sound.
She tensed, ready to make a move, but before she could, her legs were swept out from under her, and she started to fall.
* * * *
As soon as the fucker who held a gun to his woman’s head was distracted by the two loud lions roaring, Airen made his move. He rolled over and swung his leg out toward the bastard, knocking him from his feet. He sprang up and caught Dusty before she landed on top of the prick, lifted her into his arms, and rushed away.
Rex and Shaffer leapt forward, snarling, roaring, and yowling. Broden and Archer stormed in from the back of the clinic in their Kodiak forms. Shaffer flicked the gun away from the cowering asshole with a sweep of his paws, and then he crouched over the bastard, his teeth bared.
The pungent aroma of urine permeated the air, offending Airen’s nostrils with ammonia.
“What the hell is going on?” Preston Louis asked as he entered the clinic through the gaping hole in the clinic wall.
“This fucker just tried to kill my mate and cub,” Airen said in a growly voice. “There are three others outside somewhere. Declan and Brooks probably have them.”
Broden and Archer ambled over to where Airen was sitting with Dusty in his lap. His mate was shaking and crying with an adrenaline crash. She was caressing her hands over his chest as if trying to confirm he was all right.
“You’re safe, honey. I’ve got you. They can’t hurt you anymore,” Airen crooned as he smoothed a hand up and down her back.
“I thought you were dead,” she sobbed. “I was so scared they’d killed you.”
“It’d take a hell of a lot more than a bullet or a percussion grenade to kill me, honey.”
“A percussion grenade?” She sniffed, wiped the tears from her face, and sat up.
“The explosion that knocked me out.”
“Preston, what brings you to town?” Brooks asked as he shoved one of the other cuffed men into the clinic.
“Tatum called me. I was already on my way when I got the call,” Preston answered. He and his brothers were FBI agents and also shifters. They’d served with the rest of them in the service.
“Have you retired from the feds yet?” Tatum asked.
“Handed in our resignations this morning. We have two weeks before we’re free and clear.”
“You going to move here?” Brooks asked.
“Yeah. You have a house we can buy?” Preston gazed at Tatum.
“More than one. You can take your pick.” Tatum smiled.
“Thanks. Tell me what happened.”
Airen explained how Dusty had ended up in Ambrose and the reason why.
Preston showed his agent badge and read the four biker gang members their rights. Moments later, Preston’s brothers and fellow agents entered the clinic and lead them out.
Zayn stopped the agents. “I was out for a run and found their trucks. They left their laptops and phones in the vehicle. There is enough damning evidence to put these fuckers away for a very long time.”
Preston nodded his thanks and turned to gaze to his brother, Gabriel. “Go with Zayn and get the electronics. Meet us at the helicopter.”
As soon as Preston lead the criminals away, Broden and Archer changed back into their human forms and pulled on their clothes.
“Are you okay, baby?” Broden clasped Dusty’s hand in hers.
“Yes,” she replied shakily.
“I want to check you over just to make sure.”
Dusty shook her head and slid sideways off Airen’s lap. “Airen was shot.”
“He’s fine, sweetness.” Archer clasped her other hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed the back of it. “I was so fucking scared when that bastard had a gun to your head.”
“I was, too, but I knew you’d all save me.” Dusty met each of their gazes and then the other men’s. “Thank you for rescuing me. Thank you for saving my life.”
Rex and Shaffer, who were still in lion form, bowed their heads in acknowledgement, and the other men nodded.
Dusty cupped Broden’s cheek. “Please, help Airen, Broden.”
“You know I will.” Broden shoved to his feet and helped Dusty to stand. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight. “I love you, mate.”
“Love you, too, Broden.” She drew from his arms and laced her fingers with Airen’s. She tugged him toward the exam room.
Archer held Dusty on his lap while Broden removed the bullet from Airen’s shoulder and cleaned the blood from his skin. The wound began to close almost immediately.
“That is so…cool,” Dusty whispered.
Airen sat up and swung his legs over the side of the exam bed. “We told you we were hard to kill.”
“Yes, you did.”
Broden checked their mate over, and as soon as he was satisfied she didn’t have any injuries other than a few bruises that were already fading, Airen lifted his mate into his arms and carried her out toward the truck.
Dusty was exhausted from the harrowing ordeal as well as being pregnant, and needed to sleep.
Airen was going to hold her in his arms the whole time she slept. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to let her out of his sight again.
Epilogue
Five months later
“How’s my sexy accountant momma doing?” Broden asked as he sat on the sofa beside her.
She smiled up at him and nodded. “Good.” She met Airen’s gaze. “I can’t believe you arranged for me to do my final exam. Thank you, Airen.”
“No need to thank me, honey. You put in all the hard work and passed with flying colors.”
She was now doing all the books and taxes for everyone in town, and she loved it. She was fulfilled in all aspects of her life.
“Hey, look.” Archer pointed at the TV and turned the volume up.
Dusty couldn’t believe what she was seeing on the screen. The FBI, as well as the CIA, SWAT, and the police had raided every single Hells Angels club rooms and members houses simultaneously. Apparently, there had been months of preparation, and now all the bastards were being taken to prison. The information Preston and his brothers had found on Curtis “Irish” O’Mara’s laptop had led to the raids and arrests. The criminals had been charged with murder, selling weapons on the black market, prostitution, drug dealing, using, and a host of other things. There was no way any of the leaders would be getting out of prison alive. Corrupt policemen and other officials had also been arrested.
“It’s finally over,” Dusty murmured as she leaned against Broden’s side.
“Yes, baby.” Broden splayed his massive hand over her baby bump.
Just like that, her body heated with need. Ever since she’d gotten pregnant, she craved her mates. A brush of a hand or a peck on the lips had her hunger for her mates roaring to life.
Archer, who was sitting on her other side, i
nhaled deeply and growled. She looked up into his blue eyes and shivered when she saw answering heat.
He shoved an arm under her knees, another around her upper back, and lifted her into his arms and stood.
“Our mate needs us,” he called over his shoulder as he hurried toward the bedroom. Broden and Airen raced after them.
As soon as he set her on her feet, her mates began tugging at her clothes.
Love and desire surged from her heart and soul to theirs as her men stripped down to bare skin. She groaned with arousal as she eyed their big, muscular bodies over and licked her lips.
Broden lifted her against his chest and slanted his mouth over hers as he took her down to the bed. The kiss was hot and wild from the start, their tongues clashing and tangling until they were both breathless.
Airen and Archer climbed onto the mattress beside them, and as soon as Broden began to kiss and lick his way down her body, they kneaded her sensitive breasts and sucked on her responsive nipples.
Dusty moaned and spread her legs wider as she combed her fingers into Archers and Airen’s hair.
She cried out when Broden dipped his tongue into her soaked pussy and then licked his way up to her clit. She bowed her hips up when he lashed the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue and stroked a finger into her pussy.
“More,” Dusty sobbed out. “I want all of you together. Please?”
Broden withdrew his finger and mouth from her cunt and shoved up onto his knees. When he moved out from between her legs, Archer took his place and grasped the base of his dick. “Are you ready for me, sweetness?”
“Yes. Now!”
“So impatient.” Archer ran the head of his cock up through her folds and rubbed it over her clit.
She gasped and groaned. A cry of pleasure emitted from between her parted lips when Archer drove his hard dick into her balls deep. Dusty wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his waist just before he rolled onto his back. His hands were on her hips, keeping her baby bump from being crushed. She braced her hands on his chest, shifted up onto her knees, and then turned to look over her shoulder.
Airen winked at her and then maneuvered closer. She shivered when he rubbed the head of his lube covered cock over her puckered asshole. He grasped her shoulder and one of her ass cheeks. “Deep breath, honey.”
She inhaled and held it as Airen pushed firmly against her ass. The air left her lungs on a long, low moan as his hard cock penetrated her back entrance. As soon as she felt his pubis against her butt cheeks, she turned toward Broden.
He was ready for her up on his knees, his hand moving up and down his long, thick, hard dick. When she saw the clear drop of pre-cum glistening in the slit of his penis, Dusty licked her lips.
She drew in a breath as she leaned to the side and moaned when she swirled her tongue around the broad crown of Broden’s cock. He made a deep growly sound in the back of his throat as he threaded his fingers into the hair at the back of her head. She opened her mouth wider and sucked his dick into her mouth as far as she could.
Airen clasped one hip and palmed one of her breast, kneading and molding the swollen globe before strumming his thumb over the tender nipple. She gasped when liquid heat pooled low in her belly and groaned when he drew from her ass. As Airen stroked back into her star, Archer withdrew to the tip of his dick in her pussy.
She bobbed her head up and down Broden’s cock, suctioning her cheeks to give him added pleasure, and laved the underside when she drew back up.
The fire in her belly grew with each frictional slide of their cocks in and out of her ass and pussy. She bobbed back down over Broden’s dick all the way to the back of her throat. She drew a breath in through her nose and lowered on him even further.
“Fuck! So fucking good,” Broden rasped. “I’m getting close, baby.”
Dusty hummed around his cock, and she cried out when Archer began to caress over her clit with firm, fast circles.
Molten desire coursed through her veins as the internal pressure began to build.
Airen squeezed one nipple while Archer suckled firmly on the other.
“I’m gonna—” Airen shouted as he powered in and out of her ass at the same time Archer thrust in and out of her pussy.
She was hovering right on the edge or ecstasy.
Archer pinched her clit between his finger and thumb, and they all went catapulting to the stratosphere. The three loud deep shouts her men gave just as they started coming sent her into orgasmic bliss.
Her internal muscles clenched down hard around Archer’s and Airen’s pulsating cocks as they filled her with their cum. Broden’s cock pulsed and twitched as he shot his essence over the back of her tongue and down her throat.
Love surged between her and her mates and back again.
Dusty couldn’t believe how happy she was. Being stranded in the town of Ambrose had ended up being the best thing to ever happen to her.
Her Kodiak alphas had ended up being her shining beacons. They filled her heart to overflowing and had taken the darkness from her soul.
Her men completed her.
Once they all had their breath back, Airen withdrew his cock from her ass and stumbled toward the bathroom. Archer rolled her to her side, causing them to both groan when his cock slipped from her body.
Airen came back after cleaning up and wiped her pussy and ass clean.
Broden and Archer helped to prop her up against the headboard of the bed, and laced their hands with hers.
Airen kneeled near her feet and smoothed a hand up and down her shin. “I love you, Dusty Cutter. Will you marry me?”
“W-what?” she whispered, and then covered her mouth with her hand.
“I love you, mate.” Broden lifted her hand toward his mouth and nipped the pad of his thumb before licking it. “Will you marry me?”
Her breath hitched in her throat and tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.
“You’ve given me back my heart and soul, sweetness. I love you more each day. Will you marry me?” Archer asked.
Dusty didn’t even need to think about her answer. “Yes!”
Airen lifted her onto his lap and wrapped her up in his arms. Archer and Broden hugged her, too.
She was surrounded by their big, muscular bodies, their heat, and their love. She couldn’t wait to give birth to their baby, a result of the adoration she and her mates shared.
Dusty was happy and complete with so much to look forward to.
THE END
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