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

by Lynnette Bernard

  Lifting her hands to place one on each of their chests, she pushed against them gently, glad when they allowed her to guide them so they would lie back on their pillows. When they were settled, she ran her fingers through their hair and tugged gently.

  “Where are the handcuffs?” she whispered as she leaned forward and kissed first Clay’s lips and then Hunter’s.

  “Here, honey,” Clay whispered, lifting his hand so that two sets of handcuffs dangled from his index finger.

  Abbey took them, kissing Clay in thanks. “Where are the keys?”

  “Right there,” Hunter told her, indicating the bedside table to the left of the bed.

  “Okay. Arms above your head, gentlemen,” Abbey told them softly, smiling when they both complied immediately.

  She reached up and fastened one cuff to Hunter’s wrist then looped it through the wooden spindle of the headboard before cuffing his other wrist. She repeated the process with Clay, kneeling between them and settling back on her feet as she looked at her captured mates.

  “You look all hunky and sexy,” she told them, leaning forward and biting down on Hunter’s chest muscle directly over his heart before turning and doing the same to Clay. “And you’re mine.”

  “We are yours, baby,” Clay whispered, moaning as she ran her hand down his torso, bypassing his straining cock and rubbing his thigh firmly.

  “I know you both are strong enough to break the wood in the headboard to get loose, but please don’t. I want you to be restrained so you can just feel and enjoy what I want to give you.”

  “Okay, sweetheart,” Hunter promised. “Whatever you want.”

  Abbey leaned forward and kissed him, resting her head against his chest, reaching out to touch Clay’s face and caress it softly. “You’ve already given me the most amazing thing of all,” she told them.

  “What’s that, honey?” Clay asked.

  “Your love,” Abbey whispered, sitting up to kneel between them once again.

  Both men smiled at her, and she knew the most perfect moment of belonging that she had ever felt. Nothing in her life could ever compare to how much these men made her feel completely and utterly accepted, desired, and loved. She felt the very same way about them, and she was about to show them how much.

  “What month were you born, Hunter?”

  “June.”

  “What about you, Clay?”

  “November.”

  Abbey smiled and leaned over to kiss Clay lightly. “I’m going to drive Hunter wild first, Clay. His birthday is earlier than yours so tonight he’s going to be pleasured first. You can watch and imagine me doing the same thing to you in just a little while. Is that okay with you?”

  “Sure,” Clay whispered, taking a deep breath and fighting to control his desire.

  Abbey winked and kissed him lightly then trailed kisses down his torso, nibbling and biting her way down the delineated muscles of his torso, making sure to suckle and bite at his nipples. His groan of pleasure made her smile against the warmth of his skin. She licked at the pool of pre-cum that was already dripping onto his stomach. His flavor burst across her taste buds and she moaned in approval.

  Taking his thick shaft in her hand, she licked up its length and paid special attention to the flared head, squeezing it gently and licking up the pearl of liquid that escaped before opening her mouth and taking him inside in one smooth move. His groans made her hum with approval as she pulled up on his thickness and sucked hard as her tongue teased the prominent veins on its underside. Pulling off with a pop, she kissed the head then licked the sensitive bundle of nerves below it before plunging back down to take him to the back of her throat and swallowed.

  “Sweet hell!” he called out, his hips rising to meet her.

  Abbey laughed lightly as she pulled off his cock and gave it one last kiss before she leaned up and kissed his mouth, sharing his taste with him as he opened to her and their tongues tangled. He chased her mouth as she pulled away and growled, making her laugh softly.

  “Keep that hard for me, Clay,” she whispered, pumping his shaft one more time before letting him go and turning her attention to Hunter. When she saw him breathing hard and his eyes completely golden, she felt a thrill of satisfaction rushing through her, knowing he wasn’t going to last. That made her ridiculously happy. She loved having the sexual power to make them want her so much.

  “Are you ready for me, Hunter?” she asked him, leaning forward and kissing the bite mark she had made on his chest.

  “If you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to implode,” he warned her.

  “Now, we can’t have that,” Abbey told him, laughing as she caressed him and followed the trail of her hands with her mouth, kissing and biting at his muscles.

  Climbing between his legs, she pushed them open and settled herself between the juncture of his thighs, leaning forward, hooking her hands beneath his thighs and pulling firmly on his hips. His body slid toward her waiting mouth. She didn’t give him any time to think about what she was doing. She opened her mouth and drew his sac inside, sucking it firmly and running her tongue around the delicate orbs. She hummed gently, loving the responding grunt of desire that escaped him.

  “Abbey!” he called out, pulling on the headboard in an effort to control the driving need he had to reach down and grab her so he could flip her and drive his cock deep inside of her.

  “Uh-uh, Hunter,” she warned him, kissing his balls lightly and nuzzling them with her nose. “Stay still and let me have my way with you, Mate.”

  She breathed in the masculine scent of him and sighed. Opening her mouth, she took his sac inside and bit down ever so lightly, smiling at the growl that escaped him. She could feel his pleasure. There was no pain, nor would she ever want there to be.

  Releasing his heavy sac, she licked up his shaft, biting gently as she went, until she reached the head. Taking it in her hand, she took a moment to marvel at his size.

  “How is it possible that this fit inside of me,” she asked in wonder. Turning to face Clay, she saw his equally massive cock and reached out to tug on it carefully. “And how amazing is it that you both fit inside of me at the same time?”

  “You were made for us, Mate,” Hunter told her, growling. “We fit together because it was meant to be.”

  Abbey smiled at his words. He was right. She was made for them, and they were made for her. She was thankful for them and the love that they shared with her.

  Returning her attention to Hunter’s cock, she rubbed her face lovingly against its length before drawing it back into her mouth. She plunged downward, taking him to the root, and swallowed. Pulling back up, she sucked with all her might until she was at the tip. She held it gently as she probed the slit with her tongue and lapped up the liquid greedily.

  “So good,” she whispered before opening her mouth and repeating the process.

  It wasn’t long before Hunter was nearly mindless with the pleasure she gave him. He growled as his hips rose with each of her plunges. She wrapped her hands around his shaft and balls, keeping constant pressure on them as she gave him pleasure. She was determined that he would be the one to lose control.

  The plunging and retreating increased in speed, and Abbey could feel Hunter’s balls drawing up tightly against his body. With one last downward plunge, she held still, content to wait while Hunter’s release flooded her mouth. She heard the cracking of wood then the gentle but firm touch of Hunter’s hands on the back of her head as he held her in place and emptied his seed into her mouth.

  She did her best to swallow as much of his life’s essence as she could but there just was so much. It dribbled out of her mouth and fell onto his groin. Just as she thought she might pass out from the lack of oxygen, Hunter pulled her off his cock and dragged her up his body to claim her mouth fiercely. It was intensely erotic to share the taste of his seed with him. His claiming of her mouth showed her that it had the exact same affect on him.

  “Abbey,” he whispered against her
mouth.

  “You’re welcome,” she whispered back.

  He chuckled softly as he held her against his chest. She remained where she was—content to be held despite his iron grip. Waiting until his heart rate returned to normal, she lifted herself up and smiled at him.

  “You’re going to have to fix the headboard, Hunter,” she told him, smiling.

  “I’ll gladly buy us a room full of headboards if you continue to love us like this,” he told her honestly.

  Abbey laughed and turned to face Clay, seeing the need in his golden eyes immediately. She crawled over to him and kissed him gently.

  “Are you ready, Clay?” she whispered.

  “More than ready, Mate,” he told her, growling and pulling against his restraints.

  “Hang on,” she warned him before she crawled between his legs and pushed them apart. “I hope you enjoy this.”

  Lying down on the bed, she breathed in his unique scent, kissing his groin before paying special attention to his heavy sac. Opening her mouth, she sucked it into her mouth and bit down lightly, humming against his balls as she heard the splintering of wood and felt his hands on her head.

  Leaning up, she opened her mouth and took his shaft deep, allowing him to pump into her as he held her head in place. He was too far gone to wait for her to explore and tease him. That was okay. She would just start with him the next time.

  Clay knew he was completely out of control, but he could sense the happiness and excitement in Abbey as he pumped into her. There was no fear or panic, giving him a sense of relief as he lost his mind to the pleasure she gave him.

  Within five plunges, he howled loud enough for the entire pack to hear as he emptied his seed into her warm and wet mouth. He nearly blacked out from the pleasure.

  As he lay there, completely spent, he felt Abbey’s mouth licking and cleaning him. Her body blanketed his and he lifted his arms to loop them over her head and hold her tightly against him. She kissed him and he opened to her, licking at her mouth and taking in the taste of his seed.

  He felt Hunter’s hands on him and realized his triad partner was unlocking the handcuffs with the key and pulling them off his wrists. He looked at him and smiled, nodding his thanks, seeing that Hunter had removed his own cuffs as well.

  Hunter nodded back then reached out to pull Abbey between them and pulled the blankets over the three of them. He snuggled against her back, pushing her closer to Clay.

  I need to claim her, Clay.

  Me, too.

  The men’s canines dropped and they struck, claiming their mate once again and sealing their bond. The renewal was instant, their bond glowing brighter as their hearts and souls were shared.

  Abbey screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her open mouth landing on Clay’s chest. She bit into him fiercely, claiming him as hers, smiling as his howl of pleasure filled the room. Her body shook with her release as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. When she was completely spent she didn’t even have any energy to speak. All she could do was send them all the love she had for them before she succumbed to a much needed slumber.

  The men laved at their bites to close the wounds and settled her between them carefully. Closing their eyes, they wrapped their arms around her and settled their large hands on her stomach.

  “I can’t wait to feel our cub moving,” Hunter whispered.

  “I know. Me, too,” Clay admitted.

  “We’re lucky bastards,” Hunter offered after a moment’s silence.

  Clay couldn’t even answer. His emotions were overwhelming as he thought about their mate and the way that she loved them. It was going to be a wonderful future now that they had her in their lives.

  “We love you, sweetheart,” Hunter whispered.

  “Love you, too,” Abbey mumbled. “I’m so tired.”

  “Sleep, honey,” Clay encouraged her. “You and our baby need rest. We’ll be here when you wake up to love you again.”

  “Will you watch over me and our baby?” she asked, her voice filled with worry.

  “Always,” Hunter promised.

  “Forever,” Clay added.

  Nuzzling against her temples, they settled comfortably as she snuggled between them. For the first time in a very long time, both men slept without the frequent nightmares they had often experienced because of their job.

  Their souls were soothed, and it was all because of the amazing woman they held between them.

  Chapter 32

  “Are you sure you can’t wait for us to get off our shift, sweetheart?” Hunter asked as he handed over the keys to his truck.

  “I promised I would be there no later than three o’clock,” Abbey explained patiently. “I know you’re worried, but I’m sure everything will be okay. My friends and I will be out of there by three-thirty at the latest. Thank you so much for asking Jace and Jackson to allow them to come here. I hope they’ll want to stay. They’re my sisters in every way except blood.”

  “We didn’t have to do much convincing,” Hunter told her honestly. “Both Jace and Jackson said they would welcome your friends without question.”

  “They believe that Mother Fate has spoken through you,” Clay added. “Your friends are meant to be members of our pack family.”

  Abbey smiled. “I think so, too.”

  “Nate and Brett are waiting for you at the family lodge, sweetheart,” Hunter told her, leaning forward and taking her within his embrace. “They’ve already been assigned to you and your friends for the day. They’ll help you load the truck with whatever your friends would like to take back here.”

  “I’m not going to complain about having two enforcers going with me because I know it won’t do me any good,” Abbey told them both, sighing heavily.

  “Not a discussion we’re going to have, Mate,” Clay warned her. “There is nothing more important than your safety.”

  “There are too many dangers outside our pack land, Abbey,” Hunter added. “You and our baby have to stay safe.”

  Abbey smiled and leaned up to kiss Hunter’s neck, humming happily against his warm skin. “You’re a nice guy,” she whispered.

  “Yeah, I’m a peach,” Hunter answered dryly.

  Abbey reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, fisting its soft length tightly within her hand. “You are a wonderful man even if you are overprotective. And you’re going to be a wonderful daddy.”

  Hunter’s eyes softened immediately. “I hope so, sweetheart,” he told her softly.

  “Of course you are,” Abbey told him gently. She turned toward Clay and reached out to draw him into their circle. “You’re going to be a wonderful poppa, Clay.”

  Clay smiled widely, his eyes flashing golden as he leaned forward and buried his nose against her neck. “We love that you’re carrying, honey,” he told her quietly, leaning down and kissing her temple, breathing in deeply and humming with pleasure at the combined scent of her and their cub.

  “I am, too,” she whispered, kissing Clay’s jaw and laying her cheek against Hunter’s chest. “Now, get going. You’re going to be late for your shift. I’ll go to the main lodge and get Nate and Brett then head out to Denver.”

  “Here, baby,” Clay told her, pulling a cell phone out of his front pocket and handing it to her. “I want you to take my cell phone.”

  “Why?” Abbey asked, taking the phone from him and slipping it into her shoulder bag. “If I need to talk to you I won’t need a phone.”

  Clay and Hunter both smiled at her. She could feel their happiness that their mating bond was so solid. She felt the same way.

  “You might need to call your friends,” Clay explained. “You also may need to call someone here on pack land. I have everyone in our pack programmed into my phone. You need to have that same access.”

  “But what about you?” Abbey asked him. “Don’t you need your phone?”

  “I’ll pick one up today after our shift is over,” Clay told her. “Since I’ll be with Hunter, I won’t
have a need to have my own phone right away. It’s more important that you have it. Please, honey. I’ll feel better knowing you have a way to contact someone if you need to.”

  Abbey sighed as she reached up and touched Clay’s jaw lightly. “You’re so sweet. Don’t worry so much, Clay.” She looked up at Hunter and ran her index finger along his shoulder. “You, too, Hunter. I’ll be home before you know it.”

  “Be safe, baby,” Hunter whispered as he leaned forward and claimed her lips, intensifying his kiss. “I’m already getting an ache in my chest at the thought of being away from you for the day.”

  “Come home to us as soon as you can but drive carefully,” Clay told her, hugging her tightly before leaning down to take her face between his large hands so he could stare into her eyes. “It physically hurts us to be away from you, Mate. We need you with us.”

  “I’ll be back before you even finish with your shift,” Abbey told them, laughing softly. “I’ll be the one missing the both of you.”

  She took the sweet kiss he offered her, licking at his lips before pulling away. Easing herself out of Clay’s embrace, she faced Hunter and offered her mouth, laughing against his lips as he devoured her mouth, biting her lower lip lightly and humming happily before he released her.

  “I’ll see you later, Mates,” she whispered, hugging them tightly before stepping back and walking toward Hunter’s truck. Opening the driver’s side door, she climbed up into the cab and slammed the door shut. Lowering the window, she rested her forearm on the door as she started the truck. “I miss you already,” she told them gently before she drove away to head toward the main lodge.

  “By the Fates, that woman is perfect,” Hunter declared, watching as she drove away.

  Clay reached up and rested his hand on Hunter’s shoulder, connecting to the emotions his triad partner was feeling. He felt the exact same way.

  * * * *

  Abbey pulled up to the front entrance of the family lodge and turned off the truck. Waiting patiently, she checked her watch and saw that she still had plenty of time to get to Synthia and Shelly’s apartment in Denver. Opening her purse, she took out the cell phone Clay had given her and touched the dial pad to call her friends. She wasn’t surprised when it went directly to voice mail, knowing Synthia would never answer the phone if she couldn’t identify the caller.