by Becca Van
“Justin…”
Roan bent down over her shoulder, covering her mouth with his, and swallowed the rest of her sentence. When he was done and had pulled away she looked at her mates with bewilderment. Her gaze met Chet’s, and he slowly reached up, threading his fingers through her hair, holding her still as he lowered his lips to hers. By the time he was finished, she was breathing heavily and horny as hell.
“Come on, honey, we need to show you something,” Justin said, taking her hand and leading her from the room.
“What’s going on? Why weren’t you in bed when I woke up?” she asked moodily.
“We’ll explain it all to you in a moment, sweetheart,” Roan replied and scooped her up into his arms.
Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him. Inhaling his masculine scent, she couldn’t resist taking a taste. Licking up and down the side of his neck, she heard a growl rumble against her side and loved that she could affect her men just as much as they affected her. Nibbling on his earlobe, she giggled when he groaned and pulled her in tighter against him.
She had been so wrapped up in what she was doing, she hadn’t taken any notice of where they were going, and when she did she wasn’t really surprised to find them back in the bedroom.
Her breath caught in her throat when the scent of roses wafted to her nostrils, and the sight before her brought tears to her eyes.
“Oh my. That is so beautiful,” she gasped and sniffed when moisture formed in her eyes. “How and when did you do this?”
Their bedroom had lit candles on every surface and rose petals were strewn across the bed and on the floor. An ice bucket with a bottle of champagne sat on one of the bedside tables as well as four glasses.
“Cindy and Angie snuck up here to set it up for us once the food had been served. We wanted to surprise you.”
Roan lowered her down his body until her feet connected with the bed, and he held her steady while helping her to sit on the edge. He looked at his brothers, and then as one they all knelt down at her feet. Roan was holding one of her hands, and Justin reached out to take the other. Chet placed his palm on her thigh and rubbed gently.
“Sam, you mean the world to us, and we would be honored if you would agree to marry us. Will you marry us, darlin’?” Chet asked.
“I thought we were already married,” Sam said, a little confused. “You told me that when you bit and marked me I was your wife.”
“You are, sweetheart, don’t ever doubt that. We would like to be married to you on paper as well,” Roan explained.
“Honey, we love you so damn much. We want to make sure you are looked after if anything ever happens to us. We decided since I am the eldest you will marry me on paper, and if something does happen then you will have our name. We will be able to legally look after you. Please, marry us, Samantha?”
“Yes! God yes! I love you all so much. I would be honored to marry you all,” she replied, reaching out, touching each of her mates on the face as tears of joy ran down her cheeks.
Chet reached into his shirt pocket and withdrew a small jeweler’s box. Opening it, he held it out to Justin. Gasping with awe, she eyed the two-carat diamond solitaire set in gold with two smaller diamonds on either side and watched Justin pluck the ring from the box. He placed the ring on her left hand, and Sam swore she felt a circle of warmth around her finger.
“It’s so beautiful. I love you all so damn much. I can’t wait to marry you, have babies with you, and grow old with you.” She sobbed joyfully.
“We already have a head start on the baby, darlin’,” Chet said with an exuberant grin.
“What?”
“You’re pregnant, sweetheart,” Roan said gently and winked at her.
“How do you…?”
“Honey, we’re werewolves, remember?” Justin interrupted, tapping his nose. “We smelled the change in your scent this morning. You conceived our baby last night.”
Sam launched herself from the bed and into the waiting arms of her mates. If anyone had told her a couple of months ago she would be pregnant and mated to three hot, sexy werewolves, she would have told them they were delusional.
She felt so complete and full of love, and nothing was going get in between her and her men, ever. Sam couldn’t wait to hold her baby in her arms, and she looked forward to spending long, love-filled years with the loves of her life.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Becca Van. I live in Australia with my wonderful hubby of many years, as well as my two children.
I read my first romance, which I found in the school library, at the age of thirteen and haven’t stopped reading them since. It is so wonderful to know that love is still alive and strong when there seems to be so much conflict in the world.
I dreamed of writing my own book one day but unfortunately didn’t follow my dream for many years. But once I started I knew writing was what I wanted to continue doing.
I love to escape from the world and curl up with a good romance to see how the characters unfold and conflict is dealt with. I have read many books and love all facets of the romance genre, from historical to erotic romance. I am a sucker for a happy ending.
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Table of Contents
Title
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
About the Author