by Roxy Mews
“I’m not strong enough. I’m not selfless enough. I can’t stay away.”
“Shelly…” Trevor tried to reach for her again.
“Doc, don’t fucking move your arms again, or I am going to pull her off your cock. Move inside her.” I used his public nickname. I made it less personal. He balked at the term in such an intimate moment, but I needed him to pull back. If he pressed Shelly with softness again, she would bolt. I did not feel like chasing. I wanted to make love to my mate, but she needed to get whatever the fuck was rattling around in her head out first.
“I let everything happen. If I had been more observant, or done more to discover what the Matheo was really up to…” She stopped moving.
“Why are you punishing yourself for crimes that weren’t yours? Why are you punishing us?”
“Fuck you. I am here. I am giving myself to you…” She stiffened when Trevor finally started moving as I told him to. She needed to lose whatever horrible thought process she had going on in her head. She had to get past this.
“You are keeping yourself from us. We want more than your body, Shelly. If that was all we wanted, we would fuck you and leave.” I kept one hand on her neck. I moved the other to the front side of her chest. She began to relax again. She thought she was getting a pinch on her nipple or a stroke across her clit. Instead I held it over her heart.
“We want it all. We want you with us.” Trevor thrust and his hands snuck back onto her thighs and squeezed. “It’s not because we don’t want your body, because, believe me, we want that all the time too.”
“Not the time, Trevor.” I had to keep both of my mates on a damn leash to keep them on track.
He sped up his pace. “I don’t have to discuss serious stuff right now, do I? Oh, damn, she just flexed. This is distracting, okay?”
“Trev, I am going to pull her off of you.” I warned.
Trevor grabbed her hips tighter. It was as if I was about to take the sweet lollipop away from a child who didn’t want to give up the candy. “Shelly, what I am saying is that you complete us on such a base level, that our wolves, and the men they belong to, know that we were made for this. This is where we belong, and without you, it’s just empty. It’s not worth it.”
“You have a Pack. You have a grandchild on the way.”
“Why do you care?” My voice was rising. Trevor was fucking her harder.
Shelly cried out, but she was holding back the words.
“Why do you fucking care, Shelly?”
“Because I love you!” She sobbed and I pushed her forward.
I pressed her neck down, and Trevor grabbed it with his teeth. That matemark was alive under his bite. I would grab mine, but first, my dick ached to go home.
I stroked myself again to double check the lubrication and then swirled my finger against the sensitive underside of my cock. I spread her cheek with one hand, and my finger pressed into her ass with no preamble. I knew that as her body began to tremble it wasn’t with tears any longer. She was getting lost to the sensation.
I felt Trevor moving in and out of her. My finger thrust against his cock and we both moaned. A second finger pressed inside and her body welcomed me with a cry.
“Gods, I’m sorry for running. I need you. I love you. Pleeease.” Shelly’s voice rose.
Thank goodness for the soundproofing. I scissored my fingers. Once. Twice. Her ass clamped down and the need to feel her clamp down on my dick made me force the issue.
“Shelly, I can’t wait.” I apologized. I needed inside, more than I needed air in my lungs.
“Rick, if your dick isn’t in my ass in the next thirty seconds, I am going to come all over Trevor and leave you jacking it behind me.”
Shelly couldn’t turn her head. Trevor’s teeth were holding her in place, but she wiggled her ass, and I knew I had her back.
My strong, sarcastic, sexy mate. She was mine, and she was Trevor’s. Together we were right.
I pressed forward in a brutal stroke. I was so grateful for lube. I slid inside her, but it was a tight drag. Had she been human, I would have hurt her. My vampire screamed instead with pleasure.
Trevor thrust in, and when he realized we were both finally home, we held her there. Her body adjusted and quivered around us. I leaned over her back then and kissed the matemark that I would claim again.
“I love you, too, Shelly. You are the one for me. You are the one for us, and you are moving in with us tonight.”
“What?”
Trevor agreed whole-heartedly with me. “Yes. Tonight. We are done waiting. But before you come home, Shell. Just come.”
Then we started to thrust. In and out and back and forth. One slid out and the other in, and Shelly writhed between us. Then, I let my teeth grab hold of my mark on her. Trevor and I broke skin at the same time and the orgasm rushed up on us with the force of a freight train. We crashed into and through a wall of pleasure and when we started to come down the other side, there was a comfort in knowing we would be together.
“I want silk sheets. I have fucked you on all sorts of surfaces, and since I am moving in, I think I deserve silk sheets.” Shelly pressed her ass to me and her forehead to Trevor’s chest, and I could hear the smile in her voice as we licked her wounds closed. The skin sealed in an instant beneath my tongue.
“Shelly, we will get you whatever kind of sheets you want as long as we get to wash them every night.” Trevor and I turned and we lay with our mate between us.
“So when do you want to do it?” Shelly’s voice changed. I felt the power shift again. She felt like she was in control. Fuck. What were we in for?
“Do what?” Trevor asked the question, but I wanted the answer as much as he did.
“When do you want to turn me into a hybrid?”
“Excuse me?” I am not a cuddler on my best of days, but this woman had me pulling back no matter how good her body felt. Images of Amber’s near-death transition floated over my brain. “Why are you talking about this?”
“You want me to join the Pack? I need a furry side, don’t I?”
I had wanted my mate in my house. The logistics should have been my Beta’s territory.
Trevor looked at me like I was an idiot. “She’s right, Rick. How did you think she would be coming to live with us? As an outsider? That would go over well.”
We were supposed to be past the hard stuff. I was supposed to be back in charge, but my mates lay snuggled together on the floor, and I felt completely incompetent to handle either of them. The control I had over the situation slipped away like sand through open hands. I didn’t want to watch my mate go through what had almost killed my daughter.
I didn’t say a word as I went downstairs. There was no point in arguing. Nobody ever said love was easy. I could only hope the Hart Clan had a werewolf-sized stash of alcohol, because I still had time before the blood worked its way back into my brain cells. I wanted to fry a few before I had to think about what had to be done next.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Trevor
At least I had blood moving around in my brain again. It was a shame I hadn’t gotten that going before Shelly brought up transitioning.
“You could have waited to bring up the whole transition thing with him, you know.” I stroked Shelly’s shoulder and ran my fingers through her hair as she sprawled across my chest. We might have stressed out Rick, but I was finally at ease.
I knew we would have to transition Shelly. She needed to become part of the Pack. We didn’t have a Clan, so having some wolf in her was necessary. We couldn’t be fucking her constantly to keep her here, so she needed to turn.
Shelly propped herself up on an elbow. She blew that soft blonde hair out of her face. Her hair was the only part of her that was soft. The only part on the outside, anyway.
“Why beat around the bush?”
“Because we could enjoy the moment, maybe?” I curled a strand of her hair around my finger and tugged.
“We don’t get to enjoy the moment. Haven’t you seen what happens when we get complacent? Matheos decide to mate with wolves to form hybrid armies behind our backs. I doubt I will ever be able to relax again.” Shelly rolled over onto her back and it was my turn to prop up.
My fingers twirled around her belly button. She stretched like a cat beneath my touches, and I reached up at the top of her bend and pinched her nipple.
“Ow, what the hell?”
“You have to stop that.” I had my mate, I could poke at her.
“Stop what?”
“Shelly, we get to be happy. All three of us have been through so much through our lifetimes, but even more so in the past year. We have paid our karmic dues. It’s time to cash in on the happiness.”
“I am trying to do something important. I am trying to be a decent human being here.” She eyed me like she didn’t believe me.
“You aren’t a human being, and I like you best when you are anything but decent.” I was done arguing. With her at least. I might have another fight on my hands with my Alpha in regards to helping our mate transition.
“What if I don’t know how to be happy?” she asked.
“We’ll figure it out together. I don’t think it would work any other way.” I kissed her hand and after I pulled her up, we walked down the stairs together naked.
We had the house to ourselves for the rest of the night. Clothes would just be a waste of time. And as I watched Shelly’s little hips swish down the stairs, I realized it would not be very cost effective either. I would rip off anything that dared disrupt the perfection of her body.
Rick was doing his best to imbibe as much alcohol as possible. Even with the ten beers he had managed to swallow, he was barely buzzed. He was wasting it.
The man didn’t even acknowledge we were in the same room as him. Well, if he wanted to ignore us, Shelly and I decided to give him something really interesting to ignore. It only took me laying our mate out on the table in front of him and licking that poor little pussy we had abused for him to realize he was being stupid.
He would still argue with us later I was sure, but for the rest of the night, we spent our time in much more orgasmically productive ways.
“I told you the upstairs was soundproofed. Did you really have to fuck on the kitchen table? Shit. I can’t eat there anymore.” Amber entered her home with a bang. I knew everyone thought she was outrageous. And to be honest, I loved her all the more because she was, but she lived up to her self-imposed title of queen.
“Is that any way to talk about your stepmom?” Shelly strutted into the room. Amber should be grateful she had clothes on.
Seeing her strong and sure was amazing. I couldn’t imagine a woman more perfect to help lead our Pack. I sometimes wondered if my position as Beta would be different, now. There really wasn’t a precedent for the Beta also being mated to the Alpha’s woman.
“Barbie, I am glad you make my dad happy, but I have preggo nose and I don’t want to smell your sex with my breakfast.” Amber grabbed some cleaner and started scrubbing. “I know how Cinderella felt.”
“Are you calling me the evil stepmother?”
“Yup.” Amber held her nose and went for a bottle of Febreze next.
Shelly flipped her off. Amber stuck out her tongue. I had to remind myself that these women were centuries old.
Amber put down her bottle of cookie scented air freshener, and released her nose. “Better. So when are we going to do the transition?”
“Amber…” I knew Rick was going to tense up at his daughter’s question. I had wanted to put it off, but it turned out Amber was just as vocal and stubborn as her new stepmom.
Amber wrinkled her nose at her father. “What? Are you going to date for an eternity? I don’t know about you, but dating sucks. And mating pheromones don’t let you date anyway. You are mated. She wears your marks. She needs to turn. So why the fuck do you want to wait? If you put it off long enough something will really go wrong.”
I felt Rick tense from across the room. That was what he was worried about. He was waiting for something to go wrong. I could feel his fear, and I knew it stemmed from Amber’s near death experience with becoming a hybrid.
“It won’t be like that, Rick.” I promised. “We will all be around to support her.”
“Uh…what about you guys?” Amber asked like I was the one who was dense.
“What do you mean?” I was the one who knew what needed to happen in this case. Why did I feel like I was out of the loop when Amber and Shelly looked at each other and shook their heads.
“You need to transition too. Shelly won’t be the only one bleeding out. I was just wondering if we were taking a few different nights to do this, or if we should plan it out as one big shebang?” Amber plopped down in a chair at the kitchen table, sniffed the air and scooted her chair back.
“We don’t have to transition to have her join the Pack as a hybrid, Amber.” Rick was tensing at even the word hybrid.
“I know this.” Amber reached back and Jake gripped her hand. She brought his knuckled fingers to her mouth and kissed them three times. “But I also know that for the Protector to have his, or her, miasma split, they need to be with another Family. Or…in this case, a Clan.”
Amber was smiling. She was overjoyed that we would use her new term. I was trying to figure out another way around it.
“I think we should do this all at once. I figure if we are all bleeding out and in severe pain we won’t be able to worry about the others as much.” Shelly looked at me, and her eyes lost some of her hard and fast confidence.
Shelly didn’t ask for things—she demanded or she took. Now she wasn’t sure she could handle worrying about us. This was her asking if we’d be willing to do it this way. We would really have to work on Shelly feeling more comfortable expressing herself during the times she wasn’t being double penetrated.
“We need to prepare first. And we can’t exactly use the same witch blood we used for Amber. Mary is distinctly less human now.” I wondered where Mary was, but at the moment, this place was more than full enough.
“I…um…may be able to help with that.” We all turned to Shelly. “The witches that moved into the mansion decided that they were going to give us a gift for their gratitude. I assured them I would rather have a Kate Spade bag, but they bled into hundreds of plastic containers instead.”
“You have a stash of witch blood in your basement?” I wasn’t sure if I should be grateful or worried.
“Cellar.” Shelly made the correction, and dropped her gaze.
“Well that makes all the difference.” I turned to Jake. “Do you think there would be any adverse effects to using harvested blood instead of fresh?”
Jake stilled, and I could tell he was accessing the miasma’s knowledge. Shelly did the same thing when she let her thoughts overtake her.
“I don’t have anything to say one way or the other.” He still held Amber’s hand on top of her shoulder.
“Do you want us to do this?” Rick brought himself into the center of our small group and stood in front of Shelly. He looked down at her. Any wolf, male or female would have been intimidated. Shelly lifted her chin and held his gaze. Her neck flexed and I was mesmerized by the movement of her matemarks.
“I need you to do this.” No apology, no hesitation. This was the first time I could remember Shelly telling us what she wanted when it didn’t involve sex.
I’d bet a million bucks that was exactly why Rick replied, “Then we do it tomorrow.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Shelly
I could do this. I could change who I had been for centuries for my mates.
My mates. That seems to be the trend lately. Hybrids for everyone.
You get to be a hybrid. And you get to be a hybrid. Oprah would have a field day here.
“You’re the one who wanted to do this. You could look a little bit happier about it all,” Rick said.
I pushed up to him. He still dwarfed me, but I’ll be damned if he would take the protective mode. Who was the Protector in this relationship? That’s right. Yours truly.
“I apologize for not being excited about being drained and going through a transition. You know damn well it’s not a personal holiday. This is going to fucking hurt.” I thought about the desiccation of Amber’s body when I had watched her.
“You’re not the only one doing this, you know,” he reminded me.
The bastard had a point. We had all agreed to go the hybrid route. Completing the wolf mating would settle my body down, and I’d be damned if I was living without the men that drove me wonderfully nuts.
“You’re not doing it first.” I offered.
“The fact that it’s possible doesn’t mean it’s any less dangerous. If you don’t want to do this…” Rick let his words trail off, but he had already done his bullying in the bedroom, and even if his words told me that he wasn’t pushing, the power of his pull was enough to shove me off the hybrid cliff.
“Don’t be touchy feely right now. I still have to watch you two die.” I thought about it. “Maybe you could be an ass for a few minutes so I could enjoy it?”
Rick shook his head at me and looked toward Amber. Her belly had grown so fast. “I have a grandkid to think about watching over too.”
“You let your daughter call me granny and I will stab you in your testicles.”
“As long as you kiss them afterwards.” Rick grabbed my hand and pulled it up to his lips. “Love you.”
“Love you too. Where is Trevor? He didn’t chicken out, did he?”
“We both know I am the stronger of the two of us. Maybe he just didn’t have the stomach for this.” Rick smiled over my shoulder. “I always knew he was a wuss when it came to these things.”
“Fuck you.” Trevor put an arm around my waist and squeezed.