“You guys are squishing me,” Abbey told them, laughing lightly.
“I like you just the way you are,” Clay told her, biting down on the back of her neck lightly, doing his damnedest to control his urge to claim her with a mating bite. “I think you should sleep like this on top of Hunter or me every night.”
“I can’t sleep like this,” she protested, laying her head against Hunter’s chest and rubbing her face across the sexy, dark hairs that caused such a rush of need to burst through her.
“I’m pretty sure I’ll like you sleeping this way every night for the rest of our lives, Abbey,” Hunter agreed with Clay, hugging her tightly.
“She won’t be able to sleep this way when she’s pregnant,” Clay reminded Hunter, leaning against Abbey’s neck and kissing it lightly. “We’re going to have to figure out a way to keep you just as tightly between us when your belly is big with our babies, honey.”
Abbey stiffened between them. “You guys are serious about this, aren’t you?” she whispered.
Clay leaned away from her and pulled her gently off of Hunter to settle her on her back between them. He leaned up on his forearm and looked down at her, seeing the worry on her face.
“It will be up to you to tell us when you’re ready to have children,” Clay promised her softly. “Hunter and I have the right parts that will get you in that condition.” He winked at her and couldn’t prevent the smile that spread across his face when a snort of laughter erupted from her.
Hunter’s laughter joining hers made Clay’s heart soar. It had been a long time since Hunter had been so happy. Clay had to admit, he had missed the feeling as well. Because of Abbey, they now had hope—and fun in their lives.
“You have the right parts, huh?” Abbey teased, blushing despite her boldness. “I can see that.”
“You know what I see when I look at you, honey?” Clay asked her, reaching up to touch her face gently. She remained silent but her pretty, blue eyes never left his. “I see our beautiful mate who will give us happiness like we’ve never had before.” He touched her cheek gently and ran his fingertips over her lips lightly. “I see lips that will smile and make us feel the joy that we’ve been missing in our lives.” He touched her shoulder and ran his hand down the length of her arm to hold her hand in his, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the back of her knuckles. “I see the arms that will hold us and hug us, and hands that will pet us and comfort us.” He reached up and palmed her full breast, rubbing his thumb around her rosy areola to her nipple, pinching it lightly between his thumb and forefinger and smiling at the gasp of desire that escaped her. “I see your beautiful breasts that Hunter and I are going to worship.” He caressed her breasts, smiling as Hunter’s hand joined his in their exploration of their mate’s body. “These breasts are going to nurse our cubs someday.”
Hunter’s hand lowered and caressed her belly, settling against it and pressing down lightly. “Clay and I will never pressure you to have a child. We’ll wait for you to be ready, sweetheart, but we’ve seen that you’ll be carrying our son first,” he told her. “Clay and I saw the same vision you did. We saw our beautiful daughter nursing at your breast and our amazing son sleeping against your shoulder.” He leaned forward and kissed her belly lightly, rubbing his nose against her as he trailed kisses up her body until he was even with her lips. He teased her, dragging his mouth across her neck, over her chin, and hovered over her lips, breathing lightly against them and licking at them seductively. “When we look at you, sweetheart, we see our future. We see you, Mate.”
He leaned forward and kissed her collarbone lightly, growling into the softness of her warm skin. His canines descended, and he bit down on her shoulder lightly. Soon. He whispered to his wolf to calm him and caution him.
“We need to tell you about the mating ritual, honey,” Clay whispered as he kissed his way up her neck and bit down on her other shoulder.
Abbey moaned at the dual sensations of both men biting down on her neck. She never thought her neck was an erogenous zone, but she was apparently wrong. They were lighting a fire deep within her, and she could feel her heart racing as her desire for them ramped up. She squeezed her legs together as she felt the rush of liquid that was escaping her body. Instead of calming her, it made her need increase as the swollen bud of her clit throbbed from the increased pressure. These men were driving her wild with need—and they had barely touched her.
Clay took her mouth in a kiss so deep Abbey thought she could feel his soul melding with hers. His growls against her lips made her hum in appreciation. If he kept kissing her like that she would agree to anything he wanted with very little protest. Why protest? She knew she wanted the exact same thing.
Wrapping her arms around his back, she caressed him gently then held him tightly against her chest. When he tightened his arms around her, she moaned against his lips. The strength of his embrace gave her complete happiness.
She gasped in surprise as she felt Hunter spread her legs, settle between her open thighs, carefully separate her lower lips, and swipe his soft tongue through her folds. His hum of appreciation vibrated through her, sending jolts of pleasure from her clit to her core.
“She loved whatever you just did, Hunter,” Clay told him, pulling back to look down at Abbey as she panted beneath him. “Good, baby?”
“Yes,” Abbey gasped.
Before she could utter another word, Hunter swiped his tongue from her dripping channel to her clit, latching onto it and sucking deeply as he flicked his tongue over the engorged bud. Abbey screamed as an orgasm ripped through her, blushing immediately as she realized how loud she was. She buried her face into Clay’s shoulder and panted through the waves of pleasure that ran through her.
Hunter kissed her clit, biting down on it lightly. He smiled at the full-body shudder that shook their mate. He was going to love making love to their incredible woman. She was so responsive and loving. He would bet that she didn’t even realize that she had reached down to pet his head gently as she lay limply beneath them.
He prowled up her body, kissing his way up the length of her, suckling her breast and surrounding her nipple, drawing it deep within his mouth and worshiping it with his tongue. Abbey’s constant moans of approval made him smile. He had never felt such complete peace and joy in a lovemaking experience.
He reached up and gathered her in his arms, claiming her lips and kissing her deeply, growling as she opened her mouth and accepted his tongue without hesitation. He loved the taste of her and nearly lost his seed when she sucked on his tongue with complete ownership. He gladly gave himself up to her.
Abbey had never felt such excitement or need. The desire that was rushing through her was completely foreign to her. She wanted Hunter and Clay with an intensity that was almost frightening. When the beautiful lady had told her that she was meant to have these men as hers, she hadn’t realized the reality of what that meant. She felt an overwhelming urge to claim these men—and she didn’t even know how she was supposed to do that. She just knew that she was going to make damn sure that they knew that they were hers.
She lost her train of thought when a rush of pleasure tore through her at the ministrations of Clay’s mouth on her clit. She dug her nails into Hunter’s shoulders as another orgasm made her body bow up as she gave freedom to her release. She felt Clay’s hands on her hips and struggled to catch her breath as she felt him nuzzling into her hip before he returned to her core and laved at her folds soothingly.
Clay kissed his way up their mate’s gorgeous body, wrapping his arms around her and covering her mouth with his. He couldn’t imagine ever living his life without her. She was more than he and Hunter could have ever hoped for in a mate. She was intelligent, kind, caring, loving, and incredibly sexy.
“Clay,” Abbey whispered, her eyes holding softness for him as she looked up at him.
“I have you, honey,” he told her as he saw the lazy, satisfied expression on her face.
“I’m glad,”
Abbey answered, smiling. She turned to look at Hunter and winked. “Do you have me, too?”
“Hell, yeah!” Hunter growled, leaning forward and biting down on her neck lightly. “You’re ours, sweetheart. Never think anything else.”
“I could live with that,” Abbey told them both, smiling softly at them.
“Honey, I need to be inside of you,” Clay told her, near desperation evident in his voice. “I need to know you want that, too.”
Abbey returned her attention to him and opened her arms, pulling him into her embrace and into the cradle of her hips. “I do, Clay,” she whispered.
She felt his hard shaft sliding against her lower lips and moaned as he rocked his hips and created the most blessedly delicious feeling of friction against her clit as he slid between the wetness of her pussy. She spread her legs and sighed as his hard length slid home in one continuous glide. When he tapped the mouth of her womb and held himself still, stars sparked behind her eyes and her muscles clenched in need.
Clay growled as their mate’s wet warmth welcomed him home. He reared his head back and let loose a muffled howl as her tightness surrounded his cock and squeezed down. There was no more perfect fit, no more perfect place to be. Their mate’s welcoming body made everything fall into place, and he knew the rightness of the joining.
Hunter kissed the side of her neck, the emotions of his triad partner filling him with a happiness he had never expected to experience in his life. The life he and Clay had led up to the discovery of this wonderful woman who was made to be theirs had been filled with violence, treachery, and emptiness. Abbey brought hope into his heart.
“Clay. So good,” Abbey moaned, reaching up and gripping his side as he canted his hips and pulled out of her then pushed in deeply and held himself tightly against her again. She turned and reached out to grab Hunter’s hand and pull it toward her chest. “Hunter,” she whispered, not really knowing what she needed to say to him.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” he told her, leaning in and kissing her temple lightly.
He smiled at her, loving the way she unconsciously reached for both him and Clay as they made love. She didn’t understand the connection, but she soon would. It was the way of true mates.
Clay growled as he fought to control his wolf. He couldn’t claim Abbey until he and Hunter were deep inside of her together.
Her body was so sweet, surrounding his cock and pulling him deep with her vaginal muscles. He was determined to give her as much pleasure as he could. He wanted her to know that it would always be that way within their triad. He tipped his hips slightly, loving the gasp of pleasure that escaped from Abbey’s lips. He was sure to keep the same angle as he pulled out and thrust back deep inside of her. He would make it his mission to find and stimulate her G-spot every time they made love. The thought of doing just that over the years for the rest of their lives sent a wave of happiness through him.
Abbey pulled at both men as the tension in her body coiled tightly. She started to pant and arched her back then pushed her hips up to meet each of Clay’s thrusts. Opening her mouth in a silent scream, she shattered with the orgasm that overcame her. Collapsing against the mattress, she was completely spent.
She felt their kisses covering her face, her neck and her lips. She couldn’t distinguish which man kissed her. She just knew that she leaned into each one, accepting the genuine tenderness and caring that they both gave her. She looked forward to the many kisses she would receive in the future that would allow her to tell each man’s touch from the other.
She felt Clay carefully pulling from her body. She whimpered at the loss of him. Reaching up, she held his waist to keep him close.
“No, Clay,” she begged him.
“Oh, honey,” he spoke softly against her temple before leaning back to look down at her. “Hunter will fill you. He needs you, too.”
Abbey released her hold on him, watching as he lay beside her, his hard cock wet and warm against her hip, glistening with the cream from her body. She didn’t understand why he didn’t stay inside of her and reach for his own release. She reached down and took firm hold of his shaft, smiling as he moaned at her touch.
“You didn’t come, Clay,” she whispered, pushing her hand down the length of his erection and pulling up gently. She loved the feel of his hardness and smiled with the knowledge that the wetness on his length was from her. Something about that knowledge filled her with an aching need. She ran her thumb beneath the head of his cock and swiped it over the top to gather the drops of pre-cum that were leaking from the tip.
“Abbey, don’t,” he told her, wrapping his hand around hers and squeezing it gently to stop her stroking. “You don’t understand.”
Hunter moved so that he settled above her, looking down at her with the gentlest expression she had ever seen. “Hunter?” she asked, confused.
“Will you open for me and accept me, Abbey?” he asked her gently.
“Yes, Hunter,” she answered, spreading her legs without hesitation, sighing as Hunter’s hard cock sank into her, not stopping until he was buried as deeply as he could within her. She couldn’t prevent the moan that escaped her as his thickness filled her, and she made a mental note to take the time to explore both men’s bodies completely. She wanted to worship every inch of them and drive them crazy with need—just as they were doing to her.
Hunter began moving, slowly at first. He picked up speed and intensity as he lost himself in the feminine softness of her body. The welcoming heat of their mate sent need spiraling through him. He knew such complete happiness as he was joined with her and knew that this woman—this amazing woman—was meant to share a future with them.
Abbey saw the emotions running across Hunter’s face and melted with the need and longing that she saw there. Both men called to her heart, and she knew without a doubt that she would be the center of their world just as they would be the center of hers.
Hunter’s plunges became deeper, his angle more focused. Abbey felt her heart racing. Her pussy wept with the dew of arousal for each man, and her clit was throbbing with increased need. It wouldn’t take much for her to fly apart again. These men had made sure that she repeatedly found her release without concern for their own. She didn’t understand why, but she felt that they would always put her needs and her happiness first.
Hunter’s large fingers reached between them and pushed on her button with just the right amount of firmness, sending her over the edge and into orgasm. He held his hips against her core feeling the throbbing of her clit and contractions of her internal muscles, growling as he fought to control his desire to follow her with his own release. He leaned forward and laid his cheek against her chest, holding her tightly as she came apart in his arms. The racing of her heart made him smile. He was going to look forward to a lifetime of making her heart race.
Pulling out of her gently, he kissed her lips lightly as she tried to hold him against her. She was strong but no match for his shifter strength. She was a worthy mate, a beautiful woman inside and out, and she was going to be an amazing mother. He looked across her to wink at Clay, seeing his triad partner smiling at him, complete satisfaction pushing through their mating bond. It made Hunter more content. The bond was new, and it was decidedly weak at this point, but it was there.
“I don’t understand why neither of you wanted to come inside of me.”
Abbey’s soft words pulled their attention toward her. They could sense her confusion, but even more than that, they could sense her hurt. The mating bond that they were beginning to share made them both know that she was feeling that something was lacking in her. She was sure that it was because of her that they were denying the completion of the joining. That was not acceptable.
Both men wrapped their arms around their intended mate and nuzzled against her neck. Abbey lay stiff between them. It broke their hearts to realize how she was closing in on herself.
“Abbey. Please listen to what we need to tell you, honey,” Clay told her sof
tly as he leaned back to rest against the pillow beside her. “There are things you need to be told. We need you to be fully aware of what it means for us to claim you. We need you to enter into this triad of your own free will. We want you to choose us.”
“I thought I already had,” Abbey told them in frustration. “I guess both of you have decided not to choose me.”
She tried to get up, her heart breaking as she realized that they didn’t want her.
How could I have been so stupid to believe all these dreams? I should have known better.
Chapter 10
Before she could move away, the men’s arms surrounded her and pulled her back down between them. She tried to look away. She couldn’t handle it if they saw what she was feeling if she looked them in the eye. It was all she could do to keep her tears at bay.
“Mate,” Clay called to her, his voice strong.
“Obviously I’m not your mate,” Abbey snapped. “Neither one of you wants me enough to want to…”
Her voice trailed off, too devastated to even say the words. She resisted when both men tried to get her to look at them. She pushed their hands away from her face and made an attempt to get out of bed again, but she found herself flat on her back with both men leaning against her sides and successfully keeping her securely between them.
“I want you to let me up,” Abbey told them calmly, conflicting emotions building within her.
“We’ll release you once you’ve heard what we have to say, honey,” Clay told her calmly. “Don’t jump to any conclusions about why Hunter and I stopped short of filling you with our seed.”
Abbey stilled immediately. She crossed her arms across her chest and stared up at the ceiling. “Yeah, go ahead and try to explain that to me,” she muttered, glad that anger was replacing her hurt. She no longer had the inclination to cry. No one was going to make her cry again.
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