Abbey's Protectors [Beckett's Wolf Pack, Triad Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Lynnette Bernard

  Walking into the quiet hospital room, they were overwhelmed by the site of their mate lying so still in the hospital bed. They walked over to her and stood on either side of the bed, taking in the multitude of wires attached to the beautiful woman. She was restless, her head moving from side to side as soft sounds of distress left her.

  Clay reached out and held her left hand in his, careful not to disturb the IV line that entered through the vein on the back of her hand. He squeezed her hand gently and smiled when she turned toward him and settled with a sigh at his touch.

  They watched as her forehead furrowed and her head turned toward Hunter. Both men leaned closer as she took in a deep breath.

  “I think she’s looking for you, Hunter,” Clay whispered, smiling when Hunter carefully took her right hand in his and caressed it lovingly, careful not to dislodge the monitor that was clipped to her finger.

  She immediately calmed and settled against the pillow as her body gave in to the knowledge that she was safe and protected between the two men. When both men leaned forward and kissed her forehead lightly, rubbing their cheeks against the sides of her face, she smiled and sighed.

  “Nice,” she whispered, pulling her hands from theirs so she could reach up and card her fingers through their hair and caress their heads gently. “So tired.”

  “You rest, sweetheart,” Hunter told her softly, kissing her lips lightly. “I’ll be right back.”

  Her hold on his hair tightened, the thick, black strands held by a strength that surprised him. Her immediate whimper of distress concerned him.

  “Don’t go,” she whispered, opening her eyes and looking at him, clearly not happy that he would step away from her.

  Hunter’s heart was lost to her at that moment. He saw into her soul through her beautiful, blue eyes and knew that this woman, this incredible woman, was the woman who would bring kindness and love into their lives. Reaching up, he carefully framed her face between his large hands and looked down at her, smiling softly at her.

  “I’m just going to change into my civilian clothes,” he told her gently. “I’ll be right back. I promise.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips lightly again, his heart pounding with joy as she kissed him back without hesitation. When he pulled away, he felt a rush of happiness fill him when he saw the sweet expression of desire that covered her face. “Clay will be with you while I change. And then I’ll be with you while Clay changes. We’ll never leave you alone.”

  Abbey turned to face the man who had recaptured her left hand, looking up at him tiredly. “You’ll stay with me?” she asked him, her voice hoarse.

  “Always,” Clay whispered as he leaned down and kissed her lips softly, licking at them with the tip of his tongue and growling slightly when her lips parted and she hesitantly met his tongue with her own.

  The flavor of their mate burst across his taste buds and he moaned. Pulling away from her slightly, he leaned into the crook of her neck and breathed in deeply, biting down on the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder and pinning her.

  “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that,” she told him, laughing lightly as she arched up into his touch.

  Both men pulled back in surprise as they heard her speak such incredibly sensual words. The definite evil grins they gave her made her laugh softly once again. Their immediate growls of need filled the room, and the air was filled with the spike of pheromones.

  “Do you want me to make you come, baby?” Clay asked her, his voice deep with arousal.

  “You can try,” Abbey challenged him, winking teasingly.

  “Oh, baby, there’s no trying involved. You will come,” Clay promised her.

  “You think so?”

  “Oh, honey, I know so.”

  Abbey turned to the man to her right. “What about you?”

  Hunter’s smile was immediate. He leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder lightly, growling against her neck and licking at it soothingly. “I’m going to make you come with my mouth,” he whispered against her ear. “I’m going to make you come with my hand.” He bit at her earlobe with just enough sting to pull a moan of desire from her. “And then I’m going to make you come with my cock.”

  “We’re going to fill you up and love you forever,” Clay whispered, kissing her left temple and growling against her ear.

  “We’ll see,” she answered, closing her eyes and allowing the sedative to take her under again.

  “Sweet mercy,” Hunter whispered, looking first at their mate and then at Clay.

  “I agree,” Clay added, laughing softly.

  Hunter pulled away from her reluctantly, running the back of his knuckles over her cheek before taking a step back, picking up his canvas bag, and going into the tiny bathroom that was connected to the private hospital room. When he came out just a few minutes later, he saw that Clay had dragged a chair over to the bed and was resting his head against their mate’s hip as he held her hand.

  “Did she wake up?” Hunter whispered.

  “No. But she became restless when I let go of her hand and I moved away from her to reach for the chair.”

  “She needs our touch.”

  “Yeah. Isn’t that great?” Clay winked at him, smiling when he saw the complete happiness on his triad partner’s face.

  Hunter tucked the canvas bag that held his uniform, belt, and gun in the space between the bed and side table that held the hospital phone. He pulled another chair to the other side of the hospital bed, leaning forward to kiss their mate’s cheek one last time before sitting down and taking her hand in his, smiling as he heard her sigh of contentment at his touch.

  “Clay, I want us to help heal those scratches,” Hunter told him softly. “I don’t want to call any attention to the healing, but I can’t stand to see her suffer needlessly if we can help her.”

  Clay looked down at their mate and saw the multitude of scratches that covered her face, her neck, and her hands. Her clothing had protected her torso but her exposed skin had been subjected to a multitude of injuries.

  “I don’t really give a shit what the doctors will observe,” Clay said finally. “I want us to help her, too.”

  Hunter nodded and they stood, each man taking great care to kiss each injury gently before laving it with the flat of their tongues, infusing each wound with the healing properties of their saliva. Her soft moans of arousal at their touch made them smile, but they focused on the healing for now. The benefits of their saliva would be put into good use when they claimed her, relieving any discomfort she might experience from their sexual joining.

  Clay growled against their mate’s warm skin, and he kissed her cheek lightly before moving on to the next injury. Hunter’s growls joined his as he laved and kissed every bruise and cut. The anger at their mate’s abuse built with each ministration, but they concentrated on the healing they needed to help her with. There would be time enough later to find the person responsible for her fear and hurt.

  Once they had taken care of every injury they could see, they settled back in their chairs and held her hands gently between their own.

  “You know what I want to do?” Clay asked Hunter, never taking his eyes off their mate.

  “What?”

  “I want to take off her clothes and lick every inch of her body.”

  Hunter’s bark of laughter filled the room. Clay’s words may have been said lightly, but he knew that his triad partner had been deadly serious. He felt exactly the same way.

  “Go on and change,” he told Clay, smiling. “Once we’re settled and we’re sure she’s okay, I’ll take our gear back home and come back with my truck.”

  Clay nodded, standing and hurrying to the small bathroom. He was just as anxious as Hunter was to be beside their mate. What a difference the last few hours had made in their lives.

  Chapter 4

  Both men sat in chairs on either side of their mate’s bed. Their heads were resting against her hips and their woman was running her fingers thro
ugh their hair over and over again. It was soothing. It was intimate. It was right. They had never felt such complete peace and happiness in their lives. This woman soothed them while she slept, unaware of the importance the connection she had with them was.

  What was even more amazing was the comfortable way she settled in to the closeness. She wasn’t aware what she was doing, but it was obviously something she wanted to do. The men could sense the happiness she was feeling as she continuously ran her fingers through their hair, massaging their scalps and soothing them. She offered the tenderness with no ulterior motives. The beginning bond with her gave them the knowledge that she freely gave of her tenderness, deriving deep satisfaction from the contact. They could feel her joy. Her heart opened to them and showed them the kindness and genuine love that she was waiting to share with them.

  When they rubbed their cheeks against her hips, she sighed and relaxed even more. She tightened her hold on their hair and pressed them closer against her body. The immediate relaxation of her body made both men smile. It seemed as if her touching them soothed a need in her as well. It was wonderful.

  They were in the living room of their home. Their mate sat between them on the couch, dressed in one of Hunter’s T-shirts and nothing else. Both men lay sideways on the couch with their heads resting on her lap. She was stroking their heads lovingly, her fingers carding through their hair and massaging their scalps lightly. Their moans of approval filled the room and she was laughing softly.

  “This is becoming a habit,” she told them, looking down at them and smiling as they looked up at her. “I think you like this.”

  “I think we like you, Mate,” Hunter told her honestly.

  “Yeah?” she whispered.

  “Yeah,” Clay told her as he turned toward her and kissed her hand lightly.

  “I’m glad, because I want to ask you both something,” she told them, her tone suddenly serious.

  Both men pulled themselves off her lap and knelt beside her, worry evident on their faces. Clay reached out and touched her face tenderly.

  “What’s wrong, honey?”

  “Nothing’s wrong,” she assured him, reaching up to take his hand in hers and hold it lightly.

  “Then what is it, sweetheart?” Hunter asked, leaning forward to kiss her forehead lightly.

  She hesitated, taking a calming breath before looking at both men, her blue eyes filled with tenderness. “You know I love you both very much, right?” she asked them.

  “Yes, honey, we know,” Clay answered immediately.

  “We love you, too, sweetheart,” Hunter added.

  Their mate nodded, smiling softly at them before looking down at her hands. “Well, I was wondering if it would be okay with both of you if maybe we might think about having a baby.” She looked up at them worriedly. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I’ve just been thinking about it, and I think it would be really nice to have a child with you. It’s okay if you’d rather not, but I would like to if you would like to.” She closed her eyes and sighed in frustration. “I’m really messing this up.”

  Rumbling growls of contentment filled the room, drawing her attention back to her men. They were looking at her with such love and tenderness she was afraid to breathe, speak, or blink and ruin the moment.

  “What do you think, Clay?” Hunter asked, never taking his eyes off their mate. “Do you think our mate will look beautiful pregnant?”

  “She would,” Clay answered without hesitation. He reached down and touched her belly gently. “I think a baby bump would suit her nicely.”

  She smiled shyly, taking hold of his hand and squeezing it gently. “A baby bump?”

  “Yes, honey,” Clay told her, winking. “When our baby is growing inside of you, I don’t think Hunter and I will be able to stop touching you and petting you. Right, Hunter?”

  Hunter’s deep growls made Clay smile. He knew exactly what his triad partner wanted and craved with their mate.

  “Absolutely,” he answered, stepping back and offering his hand to their woman. “Let’s go, sweetheart.”

  “Where?”

  “To our bedroom,” he answered. “Let’s go make our baby.”

  Their mate laughed and shook her head, completely enjoying herself. “I didn’t mean right now,” she told them, laughing softly. “I just wanted to ask you both if you’d be willing to think about having a family with me.”

  “Honey, it’s what we think about and what we want,” Clay told her seriously. “Never believe anything different.”

  “Okay,” she whispered, overwhelmed with the sincerity of his words. She could feel both of their desires very distinctly within her heart.

  “I think you’re ready to conceive right now,” Hunter told her gently. “Let’s go make our baby.”

  “Hunter, you don’t know that,” she told him, looking at him and reaching out to touch his face gently.

  “Yes, sweetheart, I do,” he told her seriously. “I can scent your fertility.”

  She grew serious immediately. “You can?” she whispered.

  Hunter nodded. He reached forward and slipped his forearms beneath their mate’s thighs and lifted her to place her in Clay’s arms to spread her legs wide by resting them over Clay’s thighs and opening her to him. Leaning forward, Hunter brushed his nose against her already moist curls and smiled, loving how much their mate desired them. He breathed in deeply and allowed his wolf to come forward, scenting their woman and affirming her fertility. She smelled wonderful. Swiping his tongue through her pink folds, he speared it deep inside her welcoming pussy and drank the cream that was already flowing there. It was definite. Her taste and her scent held the promise of their child.

  Unzipping his jeans, he pushed them down to his knees and took hold of his hard shaft, dragging it through her slick folds and pushing into her waiting channel, burying himself deeply in one push. His moan joined hers as he sank into her warmth and held himself still as she adjusted to him.

  “You feel so good surrounding my cock,” he whispered against her lips before ravaging them with a kiss so needy and so possessive, he couldn’t help but show her just how much she meant to him and how much he desired her. His hips snapped repeatedly against her core, dragging across the bundle of nerves deep inside of her and pulling moans of pleasure from her. “You belong to us, Mate,” he told her firmly, growling against her mouth. “You’re going to carry our cubs.”

  Clay leaned up and settled their woman against Hunter’s chest, helping them to rest back against the couch and making sure she was comfortable before leaving them briefly to grab the bottle of lube that was tucked away in the couch cushion. He snapped open the cap and squirted a generous amount on his fingers then reached beneath her to push the fluid inside her sweet pussy. He smiled, loving the moan that escaped her as his fingers swirled the liquid around Hunter’s shaft to lubricate and stretch her vaginal opening.

  Both Hunter and their mate remained still, their breathing labored, as they fought to control their need to move. Clay removed his fingers and filled them with more lube, returning to her core and inserting them deep inside of her, glad to find that the bottled liquid added to the already flowing wetness that their woman always had for them.

  “You just happen to have a bottle of lube in the couch cushion?” she teased Clay as she looked over her shoulder at him.

  “Be quiet, woman!” he told her with no real anger in his voice. “Just be thankful that I’m always prepared.”

  She laughed with delight, making both men smile. “I’m always thankful for both of you,” she told them seriously. “I love you so much.”

  “Good thing, honey,” Clay told her. “It would be a shame for us to love you without you loving us in return.”

  “Never going to happen,” she told him quietly, reaching back to take his hand in hers and squeeze it tightly. She turned into Hunter’s neck and kissed it lightly, humming her happiness against the rough, dark scruff of his growing beard that she love
d to touch.

  “Love you, Mate,” Hunter whispered against the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her against his chest with fierce possession.

  Clay leaned forward and nipped at her waist, smiling against her as she giggled. He loved tickling her. Pulling back, he poured more lube onto his fingers and slicked up his freed cock, tugging on it once and taking a calming breath. He was not going to lose it before he was deep inside their woman. He wanted every bit of his seed deep inside of her, mixing with Hunter’s seed so they could make their baby. The need within him to create that child was so great, his chest actually hurt at the thought of that miracle occurring within their mate’s welcoming womb.

  He took hold of his shaft and brought it to the already filled entrance to their mate’s pussy and pushed in alongside Hunter’s already embedded cock. The fit was tight, and he worried briefly that it was too much for the woman that they loved so completely.

  All three of them moaned with approval as they became one, joined intimately as a triad, alleviating Clay’s worries and making him smile at the perfect feeling of connection they shared. He leaned forward and kissed the back of their woman’s neck. “Are you ready to make our baby, honey?” he whispered, biting down on her neck lightly.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I want that so much.”

  “Me, too, sweetheart,” Hunter told her softly, moving his pelvis just enough to drag his cock almost all of the way out of her body before pushing back in so deeply he had to hold her hips firmly within his grasp to seat himself as far as he could go.

  Clay’s movements matched Hunter’s. His thick cock dragged across their mate’s sensitive bundle of nerves deep within her, drawing a moan of pleasure so deep he felt as if an entire band of musicians played a song of victory to herald his accomplishment. Reaching down, he gathered some of the slick from her sweet pussy and slathered his right thumb with it. Pulling back, he spread her cheeks gently and circled the puckered rosette of her rectum with the fluid before pushing his thumb inside of it in one smooth glide.