Claiming Her Mates Complete Series Collection

by Dia Cole

  Liam sucked in a breath as I unbuttoned his fly and released his massive cock.

  An erotic thrill shot through me as it swelled and throbbed in my hands. His shaft was a thing of beauty, as long as my forearm and as thick as his wrists. I couldn’t even wrap my fingers fully around it. I wet my lips thinking of how no male had ever filled me the way Liam had. A hungry ache stirred between my thighs.

  A strange half growl-half purring sound filled the air.

  Liam’s gaze flew to my lips and I realized the noise was coming from me.

  Getting a grip on my lust before I tackled him to the floor, I stepped away. “Take off your pants.”

  Liam quickly kicked off his jeans, the fabric landing on the pieces of the broken chair.

  “Now go wait for me in the Jacuzzi.”

  My mate quickly stepped into the tub and obediently sat down. The cold seemed to have no effect on his cock as the smooth, pink crown breached the surface of the water. “What else do you want, my Alpha?”

  Good question. I smiled. Although I enjoyed being dominated during sex, being in control came naturally to me. Hell. I’d played a dominatrix on stage for years. After being so thoroughly worked over by Gabriel earlier, I needed to feel more in control of my body. Also, I sensed Liam would enjoy a little power play. “Now I want you to watch.”

  I slowly undid my belt, keeping my robe from gaping open. Then, I danced seductively for him revealing an inch of my skin at a time.

  Liam’s breathing grew labored—our bond simmering with lust.

  Wanting to rock his world, I threw off the robe and cupped my breasts in my hands.

  He inhaled sharply when I pinched my nipples.

  “Do you enjoy watching me?” I slid one leg up on the Jacuzzi handrail. The position exposed my sex to his hungry gaze.

  “Fuck yeah,” he gasped, rising out of the water. Impossibly his massive cock had grown even larger.

  “I’ll touch mine if you touch yours.” I caressed the hard points of my nipples, loving the way his pupils dilated. Then I slid my hand between my legs, careful to keep my balance.

  Liam groaned and wrapped his fist around himself.

  “That’s it. I want to see you touch yourself.” I rubbed teasing circles around my clit.

  He moaned my name and ran his fist from crown to root.

  “Faster,” I ordered, loving the way he bit down on his lower lip.

  He complied, thrusting his hips in time to the rhythm of his hand.

  Watching him pleasure himself cranked my desire even higher. My core ached with wanting, growing wetter and wetter. “I can’t wait until I have you inside me.”

  His hand moved so fast over his hard flesh it was a blur.

  “That’s it, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard, just like this.” I inserted two fingers inside my wet channel and rocked against them.

  He made a choking sound, his pupils dilating to the point his eyes were nearly all black.

  Then moving impossibly fast for a man his size, he reached up and dragged me off the rail. Using enviable strength, he held me by my hips just over the icy water. My core was pressed right against the tip of his engorged cock.

  God, this is going to feel so good. I had two seconds to savor the feeling of his throbbing erection poised right where I needed it. Then, with one punch of his hips, he was sliding inside me, claiming my pussy. I cried wildly at the erotic invasion that kept going and going. My aching flesh stretched wide to take him.

  Liam, showing impressive restraint, stopped short of fully impaling me.

  I didn’t know if it was possible to take him completely, but I wanted to try. I ground myself on his cock, working more of him inside me. I couldn’t take him deep enough.

  His grip on my hips tightened and he held me in place. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.” I pushed down on him.

  “No.” His eyes glowed bright green in the darkness. His raging lust poured through our bond. Somehow he kept himself in check.

  I didn’t want that though. I wanted him to ravage my body and fuck the worry out of me. “Give me what I need.”

  Bowing his head, Liam let out a ragged moan. Then he was lifting me up and down on his cock, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

  Mindless with lust, I wrapped my arms around the strong column of his neck.

  He bent his head and lashed his hot tongue over my nipple.

  I moaned, arching my back to give him better access to my breasts. They swelled and ached for his touch.

  He suckled one nipple into his mouth and then the other, all the while his strong warm hands drove me up and down on his shaft.

  Cold water splashed over us, but I felt nothing but the drag of his massive dick straight over my G-spot. Pleasure coiled deep in my belly. My teeth rattled as he pistoned his hips faster.

  Oh, God. Losing my grip on his shoulders, I fell back. My head hit the water, but I didn’t care.

  Liam shifted one hand to the middle of my back to anchor me.

  So good. So fucking good. My wet hair spilled around us as I pumped my hips to the crazy fast beat of his. White light burst across my vision.

  “I’m close,” he gasped.

  Wild pleading sounds ripped from my lips. Right there. Oh, God. I’m right there.

  He shifted me so he could slide his hand between my legs.

  One brush of his fingers over my clit and a violent orgasm exploded through me. Screaming, I rode the waves of ecstasy straight to the stars.

  He rolled his hips once, twice and then came with a thunderous roar.

  Chests heaving, we clung to each other. Our bond filled with bliss, contentment, and overwhelming love.

  “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

  He murmured his agreement against my wet hair.

  The sound of a door banging against the wall dragged our heads around.

  Mason rushed into the room. “Stop! You can’t have sex!”

  3

  Liam

  Doc raced over as if the Beast of Winterhaven was fast on his heels. He stopped at the edge of the Jacuzzi and stared accusingly down at me. “No one can mate with Havana in her condition.”

  Annoyance burned away my afterglow. I gently set Havana down on the Jacuzzi seat. When she was settled, I turned and gave Doc the look I usually reserved for the Lykos I was about to kill. “Why are you here, Omega?” I hadn’t forgiven Doc for encouraging Havana to claim Nathan as her mate. Adding the Alpha male to our existing bonds had opened a shitcan of complications we could have done without.

  “To stop you from mating with Havana. She’s pregnant.”

  Not this again. I slung my arm around my mate. “No, she’s not. She has a DUI.”

  Havana giggled. “Not quite, big guy.” She kissed the side of my cheek. “It’s called an IUD.”

  “Whatever.” The human device kept her from conceiving. Although Lykos babes were an incredible blessing, I didn’t mind waiting for a while. Especially when it meant we could do much more mating. I leaned over and sealed my mouth over Havana’s.

  Her laugher against my lips sounded like music.

  I flicked my tongue against hers the way I’d seen Gabe do. I was rewarded with her breathy gasp.

  Although my hands still shook from the power of the orgasm I’d just had, my cock turned to stone. I dragged her into my lap.

  Her gorgeous tits bobbed on the top of the water, begging me to suckle the hard points of her nipples.

  “Again?” she asked breathlessly. She looked like a water nymph I’d seen once in a painting. Breathtaking. Beautiful. Mine.

  Fuck yeah, again. I caressed her nipples. “The first time was just a warm-up. This time I’m going to make good on that promise to worship you and—”

  Doc knelt down and stuck a thin piece of plastic in our faces. “I was looking for a bandage in my bag when I found this.”

  Havana stiffened.

  I grabbed the white, wand-looking thing
. At the end of it was a small rectangular opening with two dark pink parallel lines on it. “What is this?”

  “It’s nothing.” Havana plucked the plastic stick out of my hand and set it on the edge of the Jacuzzi. “Why did you need a bandage, Mason? Was someone hurt?”

  Doc pursed his lips. “Jackson got a paper cut opening a present, but by the time I got the bandage, the cut had healed.”

  Havana’s eyebrows rose. “How is that possible? Is he Lykos too?”

  Doc and I shook our heads at the same time. None of the survivors, save Mira and Nathan, carried the scent of our species.

  “Definitely not, but given this healing ability, I don’t think the Ackerman children are entirely human either,” Doc said slowly. “It might explain why their parents reanimated into more evolved… creatures.”

  I blinked, thinking of the vicious predators that had nearly ended our lives yesterday. They’d been evolved creatures all right. Unlike normal zombies, they’d been smart, they’d hunted in a pack, and they’d immediately healed any injuries. I’d never encountered anything like them before.

  Havana’s forehead wrinkled as if she were mulling something over. “If the kids could heal from small injuries like a paper cut, could they also come back from the dead?”

  The memory of holding little Sierra’s limp body after the chopper crash flashed into my mind. The tiny babe had been cold and lifeless. Even though I’d seen and dealt out enough death in my life to fill a human graveyard, I’d taken her loss especially hard. Then, while I was carrying the children to safety, she’d taken a breath and let out a warbling cry. I’d thought it was a fucking miracle, but maybe it was something else. Troubled, I looked over at Doc.

  His golden brows drew together. “If you’d asked me a few weeks ago, I would have told you the idea was absurd. However, at this point, I won’t rule anything out.”

  I scratched my beard trying to puzzle it out. “So some humans reanimate into zombies, others reanimate into super zombies, and others don’t die at all?”

  “I don’t know.” Doc rocked back on his heels. “Tasha had me running blood tests on all patients at Saguaro Valley General for years.” He looked over at Havana. “She wanted to identify any latents in her territory.”

  Havana swallowed hard. “Well, good thing I never made it to the hospital then.”

  That was a very good thing. Who knows what Tasha would have done to Havana if she’d identified her as one of our kind? She might have killed her or forced her to join our faction. Either way, I never would have had the chance to become her mate. I clasped Havana even tighter.

  Doc continued, “A small, but still significant number of the blood samples I tested were slightly abnormal. I’d assumed it was merely due to small mutations or genetic variance in the population, but now I wonder…” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I’ll need to run tests on the Ackerman children.” His gaze went to the plastic stick. “Speaking of tests, is that yours, Havana?”

  “Yes,” she said in a small voice.

  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

  I looked from his accusatory expression to her guilty one. “That’s a pregnancy test, isn’t it?” Although I wasn’t the smartest male in the room, I’d seen enough human movies to make an educated guess.

  Havana licked her lips nervously. “Yeah. I was going to tell you all later when we got back to Sanctuary.”

  I sucked in a breath. “You’re pregnant?”

  She caught her lower lip between her teeth like she did when she was nervous and nodded.

  I’m going to be a father? Struck dumb, I stared at her like a jackass. It didn’t matter if the babe was biologically mine or not, as far as I was concerned any babe of Havana’s was mine to protect and look after. Unlike my nieces and nephews who’d been taught to fear the very sight of me, this babe would grow up caring for me. My chest expanded with emotion. I’m going to be a father! I locked my arms around my mate and hugged her tight.

  Havana let out a squeak and slapped my shoulders. “Liam! I need to breathe!”

  “Sorry!” I quickly released her. Although Havana could normally toss my giant ass across the room without breaking a sweat, I’d have to watch my strength around her in her delicate state.

  She smiled up at me. “So… I take it you’re happy?”

  I answered her question with another kiss.

  She kissed me back with such passion, I forgot all about Doc being there and moved her over my aching shaft. I had to be inside her.

  Doc smacked the back of my head. “You can’t mate her right now.”

  “Ah, fuck. We’ve already mated.” Blood drained from my face. I’d taken her hard and rough without care for anything other than chasing our pleasure. I ran my hands over Havana’s stomach. “Are you okay?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She nibbled my lower lip and started to sink down on my shaft.

  I quickly lifted her off me. As much as I craved her body, we couldn’t risk it.

  I cupped my hand between her legs. “What about here?” My cock was freakishly big like the rest of me. What if our mating damaged the babe? Horror streaked through me.

  She gave me a teasing smile and rubbed herself against my fingers. “A tiny bit tender, but nothing another orgasm and a quick shift won’t fix.”

  “No!” Doc and I shouted together.

  Havana looked between us in confusion. “What?”

  Doc let out a deep breath. “Shifting once you are more than a week pregnant can cause a miscarriage. Under no circumstances should you shift for the duration of the pregnancy.” Doc reached for her. “Come on out. Let me check you over to make sure everything is okay.”

  Havana grabbed Doc’s hand. “But I’ve been shifting constantly.”

  Shit. She’d even taken the hybrid form to save us from the chopper crash yesterday. I helped lift her out of the Jacuzzi, and then followed her and Doc over to one of the lounge chairs.

  “All that shifting probably dislodged your IUD and it’s why you are pregnant in the first place. Now lie back.” Doc helped her recline on the lounger. “How are you feeling right now? Any cramping?”

  Cramping? Fuck. I forgot to breathe until Havana shook her head.

  I paced restlessly while Doc ran his hands over her lower belly. Besides shifting dozens of times over the past week, she’d battled hordes of zombies yesterday. I hadn’t seen her sleep or eat since then. I should’ve brought her food. I should’ve insisted she rest. I shouldn’t have mated her like a crazed berserker.

  “Do you have any tenderness or pain?” Doc asked.

  Havana shook her head. “Just some nausea, but I’ve had that since yesterday.”

  Guilt tore through me. I should have known something was up. I’d chalked up her dizziness and paler complexion to her battles with the dead. I should’ve known better. Feeling helpless, I watched Doc pull a plastic glove from his pocket and slide it on his hand.

  “Do you mind if I do a quick internal exam? I want to make sure there’s no bleeding.”

  Havana arched her eyebrow. “Seriously? You just carry gloves around with you now?”

  “I found a whole box of them in the ski lodge clinic. Now lie back and spread your legs.”

  Havana fluttered her lashes seductively. “I’ll spread my legs for you anytime, Dr. James.”

  “Please, love.” Doc knelt and inserted his fingers inside her.

  She moaned; although it didn’t look like Doc was trying to do anything other than feel her womb.

  A few moments later, Doc said, “Your cervix is nice and closed. That’s good.”

  “So good.” Havana moaned and thrust her hips against his fingers.

  “Stay still,” Doc ordered.

  “Could move your fingers there… right there?” She rocked her hips restlessly, her eyes going unfocused.

  The scent of her growing arousal made my balls tighten.

  Doc withdrew his hand and gave her a chiding look. “No, love. You cannot have any orgasms
until later in your pregnancy.”

  I winced. That’s going to suck for all of us.

  Havana sat up. “What? Why the hell not?”

  “It causes the muscles of the uterus to contract which can trigger a miscarriage at this early stage.”

  Havana frowned. “Pregnant women have sex all the time.”

  Doc pulled off his glove. “Lykos physiology is different from that of human women. Unfortunately, the miscarriage rate is much higher. But don’t be upset, love. It’s just for the first trimester until the placenta has developed.”

  Havana pouted. “But that’s like twelve weeks.”

  Doc shook his head. “It’s four weeks. A Lykos pregnancy is sixteen weeks to full term. Although it could be a week or so less if it’s a multiple pregnancy.”

  Doc’s words gave me pause. Could she be pregnant with more than one babe? I liked the idea of twins. I had twin brothers and had always envied the close bond they’d had with one another.

  “Multiple pregnancy?” Havana’s eyes went wide. “Like instead of one baby, there could be three or four or—?”

  Doc interrupted her. “Twin pregnancies occur at a higher rate among Lykos. I’d venture to say one in eight. Higher multiples are much rarer, maybe one in fifty.”

  Havana let out a deep breath. “Thank God. I was starting to freak out that I'd have a litter of babies.”

  “That’s unlikely. However, there’s an ultrasound machine at Sanctuary. As soon as we get back, we’ll do a scan.” Doc pulled her upright. “I didn’t see any blood or negative consequence from your recent interlude with Liam.” He gave me a hard look.

  Feeling relieved as hell, I grabbed Havana’s robe off the floor and handed it to her. “Here, stay warm.”

  Doc nodded approvingly. “Yes, you’ll want to avoid extreme temperatures and you must take in at least twice as many calories as you usually do.”

  Havana blanched. “I’ve been pretty nauseous.”

  “That should fade in the next few days. But until then, you need to eat through the nausea.”

  “Okay, I’ll try.” Havana started to stand.

  Both Doc and I reached our hands out to help her up.