Breanna

by Karen Nichols

  “We can blame the passion…..or we can be honest and tell you we just know we belong together,” Nick watched her digesting their words. “You make us laugh….and think and feel, Brea….and I believe the feelings are mutual. It might not be conventional, but if we’re happy, it’s no one’s business.”

  “How do you know? How can you be so confident….” Jase looked at Nick and sighed.

  “She has to know. We should have told her before…..fuck,” he was up from the table, pacing to the sliding glass of the kitchen doors.

  She felt their fear. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she knew they were afraid. Not a bug on the floor afraid, but bone deep afraid of something. And she knew she was the center of that fear.

  “What’s wrong?” She stood up and went behind him, touching the arm he had straight out and leaning against the open jamb. “I’m not a child. Maybe there are 176

  secrets in all of us, but they can’t pull us apart if we don’t want it to.” Jase stood up and turned to look down at her. She didn’t have shoes on and he only just realized both him and Nick were six foot three. She barely topped five-nine.

  His palm rose and stroked over her cheek.

  “You think we have secrets?”

  “I….I don’t know….I suddenly felt this cold wave, Jase. From both of you,” she looked over at Nick. He’d pushed away from the table, but stayed sitting in the chair, studying her. “Fear. I can’t think what you’d be afraid of…..but me….”

  “We’re afraid of losing you, Brea,” Nick answered evenly.

  “I wasn’t planning on running away,” she said quietly, wincing. “So yesterday doesn’t count. Protecting you….” She sighed. “You think because I ask questions that I’m….I’m going to leave, but you’re wrong. I ask questions because I have to understand why I’m feeling what I do…..for both of you. It doesn’t fit with what’s supposed to be….but I don’t want to give it up.”

  “This is something….” Jase didn’t know where to find the words that wouldn’t send her running in shock.

  “You’re not full humans,” she said softly, her hand up and brushing over the shadow he hadn’t shaved that morning.

  Surprised flickered over both their faces.

  “You didn’t think I was crazy when I told you about the fairies. Most people want me to see a doctor immediately,” she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, her head shaking. “You both confuse me so much sometimes. I wasn’t a child 177

  needing protecting last night, but this morning you treat me like I’ll break.”

  “We’re a little inconsistent, aren’t we?” Nick breathed out a long sigh in relief.

  “No, Brea, we’re not full humans.”

  “My parents didn’t keep the world from me. I read news and everything. I know about shifters and…and things,” she stepped back, swallowed and nodded. “So. Show me,” she settled her hands on her waist, head tipped slightly to the side.

  Nick felt his jaw drop. And he saw Jase’s do the same.

  “Demanding little princess,” Jase murmured, sliding the glass door open. “Go sit on the porch.”

  Brea looked from one to the other, watched them stride out of the kitchen and toward the back of the large house. Not sure what to expect, she did as he said, going out onto the redwood deck and sitting on the top step.

  Waiting.

  Brea didn’t know what she was looking for. Or waiting on. She stood up and went into the garden, the sun was barely peeking over the trees behind the house. She was standing next to one of the raised beds when the low growl met her ears. She turned slowly and forgot how to breathe.

  Her knees shook a little.

  She swallowed hard. Okay, a lot of knee shaking.

  They were huge. Two huge wolves, standing side by side. Long, muscled and lean. Nothing but pure strength and muscle, she realized.

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  beautiful pattern with a soft crème beneath his chin.

  They were tall, majestic, she thought. Their heads easily touched her hip, long muscled flanks and bright, alert eyes following her moves.

  The other one was a mix of silver and black. His paws large and claws long.

  Brea dropped to her heels, staring into the bright shining eyes of the silver watching her, his head tilted to the side.

  She blinked and lifted her lip.

  “Please….show me…..”

  She could hear them both swearing in her head, but they bared their fangs at her. She wasn’t sure where the burst of giggles came from. Not sure at all, but she doubled over giggling. And it only got worse when she felt the sand-papery tongues on her neck and face.

  “That’s just so wrong,” she giggled, rolling on the ground, her arms up and around one of them, the soft fur flowing beneath her hug. “That means we can go running together….but you’re probably much faster…..but that’s alright. You’re beautiful….both of you….so strong and…..” she stopped and blinked, pushing away from them and perched on her knees. “That’s what you meant…..mate….” her hand went to her shoulder, the other crossing her body to the bite at the side of her breast.

  “They told me. The fairies told me…..”

  Brea watched them, saw the intelligence and concern in their eyes.

  “Ohh….” She scowled at them both. “That explains the growling! Bad wolves…bad……” she pointed a finger at them each and swore she saw each one cock 179

  an eyebrow as if to say, yeah, so what?. “I thought Jenna had a dog….or I was losing my mind…..growling at people around us,” she stopped, both palms on her knees, her head tilted to the side. “Does that mean we have a family?” The words came out so soft, barely above a whisper.

  “But it’s called a pack…..I know….” She couldn’t stop the few tears. They made her laugh and feel. But sometimes it was too much….just too much. One large body flanked her on each side, their heads nudging her hands. She swiped at the tears and dragged in a deep breath. “I’m okay. It’s okay….” She kissed each one of them on the head, her face against the warm, thick fur. “It’s okay,” she whispered again.

  Her jaw tightened suddenly, intense gold edged eyes meeting theirs.

  “It means if you find out who hurt…..” she hated the quiver in her voice. “Who killed my parents….you’ll rip their throats out. Make them hurt as much as…..” she forced the pain and anger away, her voice low. “Make them hurt.”

  “Well……that is a fun way to begin the day,” Brea hugged each of them and stood up. “I’m sure you should go run off some energy. If you kill bunnies, I don’t want to know,” she warned sternly, the breath she tried gathering shaking just a little. “I’m going to clean up breakfast and set my stuff out for dinner.” She was still shaking her head when she went back into the house.

  It wasn’t like they could talk to her in that form but there were still questions.

  No, she corrected as she cleaned up. Clarifications, maybe.

  That was no different to her than maybe a new hobby.

  With fur, she sighed. And teeth.

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  And maybe she was just a little more open-minded than most.

  You spend the night with two men making love to you and find out they’re shifters in the morning. Yeah, that’ll take some serious open-minded thinking to hold onto sanity.

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  Chapter 18

  Brea stood in the main area, frowning and moving furniture over the hardwood floors. She positioned one of the heavily cushioned chairs by the huge bay window.

  When she found something to stitch, she could sit there for hours just feeling the ocean while she sewed. She’d had a chair like that at her mother’s house and they used to sit for hours talking and sewing.

  She wanted to fight it. She really did, she thought as she curled into the chair, legs drawn up and eyes closing. She didn’t want them to be gone. She wanted to have magic in her fingers and to
uch them and make them smile at her and hold her.

  She wasn’t sure how long she’d slept, the dream vague. But at least in her dream she could see them, feel them close to her. She knew they were the wishes of a child. Heal them; make them happy again. But they were her wishes and no one would take them from her.

  The sounds from the back of the house made her stretch and stir.

  She really liked having an early warning system on all the doors on the property.

  Brea glanced at her watch and wandered toward the laundry room, coming to a breath grabbing halt and bouncing back against the wall.

  Wow. Pure sexy male wow, she thought, blinking and just staring. She even felt like growling in feminine appreciation.

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  them, all of which was majestically displayed for her view. Long muscled legs, broad shoulders and a renewed hunger in their eyes.

  The brain didn’t form really good words at a moment like this, she decided.

  So wow would just have to do.

  Brea sighed and met the laughing eyes watching her.

  “I think she missed us, Nick,” Jase draped the towel over the rack on the wall and took a step forward. He’d almost had his hand on her when she squealed and took off down the hall.

  “Oh, no! I know that look!” Brea spun and barely made it five feet when a long, strong arm was out and around her waist, pulling her back against him hard.

  “Princess….you should know you can’t outrun us,” Nick whispered, his mouth on her shoulder and nipping at the mark he’d placed there. He felt the ragged shudder of sensation race through her.

  “She’s wearing way too many clothes,” Jase chuckled, coming to her side and reached around in front, his fingers deftly opening the top snap of her cargo shorts.

  “No….no, we can’t do this now….” Brea wasn’t sure why. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t have the energy to finish dinner, if last night was an indication. She couldn’t remember every feeling so loose and contented before.

  “But we’re hungry, Brea. You’re the one sweet treat we crave…..” Jase pressed against her side when Nick released her but blocked her so she was facing the wall, surrounded on each side. Jase inhaled her scent, his tongue trailing up her throat and the long, free hanging hair dragging a low growl from him.

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  “I think we spend every minute thinking about you,” Nick whispered, his palms stroking from her neck to the deep hollow of her back and onto the heart shaped ass trapped against his bare thigh.

  “Since we found you on the beach….your scent….the sweetness that seemed to float around you….” Jase licked along her throat again, stopping at the small stud in her ear and nipping lightly. His palm pressed beneath the tee shirt, cupping one breast and raking his fingernails over the lace that covered her. The sweet pebble burst to life, pressing demandingly into his palm. “Your body needs us, baby….”

  “You can smell how much she wants us,” Nick grinned, pulling her to the side, her behind pressing against him as he leaned against the wall and held her in front of him. His palms held her hips, his cock hard and thrusting against the pant covered ass.

  His palms slid around in front, opening the rest of the buttons and pushing the shorts down her long legs.

  “What did you see when you looked at us a few minutes ago, Brea?” Jase bent his head and raised her shirt, his mouth and teeth dampening the lace and suckling her breast.

  The sweet sound of her groan filled their senses.

  “You….sexy males…my guys….who want me and make me feel so amazingly perfect for you….” Brea shuddered, the raging sensations taking over her thoughts.

  “Oh, baby, we’d be blindfolded and still see how beautiful you are,” Nick slid his hands over the flat of her stomach, groaning when his fingers found the smooth, silken mound.

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  “And you want me….” The astonishment in her words seemed to thrill them as much as excite her. Her hips thrust out when Nick’s fingers glided through the moisture and found her center, pushing two fingers into her without stopping.

  “I’ve never known a woman able to take me from nothing to boiling so fast in my life,” Nick growled, thrusting his hips against her.

  Jase raised his head with a final nip at her nipple. His hands pulled on the shirts she wore, dropping them behind him and meeting Nick’s gaze. He stepped back and let Nick lift her off the floor, taking her quickly into her bedroom. Her room had the largest bed in the house and was obviously going to become theirs.

  “Brea….like you did in the SUV….I want your mouth on me, baby…..” Jase stretched out on the bed, watching the heat and lust fuel the power she felt inside her.

  She crawled sexily over the surface of the bed, her ass raised and Nick close behind her.

  Brea licked her lips and then whispered her mouth along his length.

  “Brea…..so fucking hot….” Words hissed between his lips as she tasted him.

  She was about to lower herself to her stomach when the strong hands held her hips up, spreading her thighs. She groaned and took the thick cap of his cock into her mouth at the same time she felt Nick pushing inside her hot sex, gliding along the thick juice they brought to life in her.

  “Christ she’s tight…..fucking velvet soft and hot….” Nick held himself in check, moving slowly, easing in and out and watching her, listening to the pleasures from her as she went down on Jase.

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  His head hit the bed with a long, almost painful groan, his hands on her head, holding her, savoring the heat and stroking tongue and the soft silken hair in his hands.

  Brea let herself relax, one hand up and stroking along the soft almost white hairs covering Jase’s legs, her palm filling with the tight, heavy sacks between his thighs. She took him deeper, swirling her tongue and learning to play in this new sensual playground.

  Hers, her mind shouted possessively.

  All hers!

  The hum that radiated up her throat sent a ragged shudder through Jase.

  Un-fucking believable, his body screamed. She stroked him, gripped him tightly and tasted every inch of him, swallowing, suckling and licking until his cock thickened and hardened. She had him quaking like a school-boy, eager to promise her the moon!

  Nick groaned when her insides tightened around him, squeezed him and caressed the length of him as he drove himself deeper, harder. His hands moved between her thighs in front, stroking the swollen little nub, pressing hard.

  Brea gulped for air, her throat relaxing a little and taking Jase deeper. Something that was just the right trigger for the cascading eruptions. She felt the thick shaft in her fingers jump, convulse and pulse thick, hot heat into her mouth at the same time Nick struck all the right spots inside her and outside.

  Low, guttural shout rumbled from Jase, his hands sliding from her head to avoid the claws that poked from his nails, his hips thrusting to the pulsing explosions racking his body.

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  She thrust her hips back hard against Nick, meeting his strokes while her insides felt like they were shattering, splintering into bright, brilliant crystals of light. Her body came to a stop, savoring, pulsing and gripping him tightly inside her. Over and over again.

  Those delicious ripples were his end. Convulsive, hot walls clenched around him, sucking him deeper and taking the control he used to have.

  Nick shouted her name, growling loud and with abandon. Thrust hard. Once.

  Once more before his body just froze, the only part of him moving was the thick stalk trapped in her warmth. It pulsed rapidly over and over until even it was sated. For the moment.

  They inhaled her scent. A rich, sensual female scent, sweetly Brea.

  They’d never have enough of that scent or of her.

  Brea felt her knees slowly lose their strength, realized her hand was still wrapped around Jase, his cock finally losing its erection as she collaps
ed to the surface of the bed. She didn’t care that she lay on a mound of rumpled quilts, blankets and sheets.

  She never cared much for making a bed. It felt more welcoming rumpled.

  “I need vitamins,” Brea murmured when she felt Nick fall to the side, pulling her back against him, his mouth covering hers for a deep, slow kiss. “Hmmm….so nice….”

  “You come and stare at us like a hungry little cat….” Jase grinned over at her, his fingers up and brushing the long amber strands behind her ear. “And you smell all sweet and….sexy….”

  “I need energy to cook,” she murmured, but didn’t stop the smile, her eyes still 187

  closed. “I need to get tricky….” But she still smiled when they both laughed.

  All three heads popped up from the surface of the bed when the beeps echoed through the house a few short minutes later.

  “Who…..” She looked at the frowns on both their faces.

  “Get dressed, Brea,” Nick was up and moving through to his bedroom, Jase following and breaking off to his room. A few choice people had access to the codes to enter on their own.

  Brea blinked, pushing up and grabbing up clothing from the hall before ducking into the bathroom. She was cleaned up and dressed and in the living room when she saw the woman standing on the porch. A little frown on her face, she unlatched the screen and opened the door.

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  Familiar, Brea thought. Very familiar….the eyes…..

  “Hello,” Brea smiled at her and stepped back.

  “You must be Breanna Cooper,” Annie Bishop offered her palm. “Annie Bishop.”

  “Jase…..your eyes are like his….I’m sorry,” she shook herself back and took the palm warmly. “Yes….Brea…..they’re in the back…” she cleared her throat and tried not to look embarrassed at the soft laugh from the older woman.

  Then she remembered the smell thing.

  The scents.