“No!” I manage to scream, gripping my hand into his jacket and pulling my face to his with every last ounce of strength in my body. I have to bite back the scream of pain that is radiating from every cell in my body as his loving and concerned stare washes over me. “No,” I say again, and it comes out in a squeak as tears fill my eyes and he snuggles my face beneath his chin, holding me there as his hand pets my hair.
I can’t stop the shaking, even though I want to and a cold sweat breaks out over my skin. The sickening moans that are slipping through my lips seem to be coming from someone else, but as each one ends I know it’s me when I have to gasp for breath. I hear Penton telling whomever that he needs warm blankets, and I can feel us going up the stairs. Hysteric crying comes from a room that we pass and I know it’s the little girls, and I want more than anything to let them know I’ll be okay; at least I think I’ll be okay and I reach out toward the sound, my leopard hissing at the pain in the effort as my arm falls limp onto Penton’s shoulder.
“Stay still now, Kitten,” he whispers, and then I’m bathed in sunlight, the bright beams surrounding me as if they are a hug from a loved one and the shakes start to diminish.
Penton tells Blaine to strip naked and lay out the blankets that have been brought up behind us. I hear B’s boots hit the wall after he kicks them off, followed by his belt buckle hitting the floor before his earthy scent surrounds me. I can’t help the meager purr that rolls through me when I feel him slip his hands under my back and legs, but it quickly turns to a hiss and a muffled scream as the pain rears its nasty head when I’m shifted from one set of arms to another.
“Lay down in the sunlight and hold her close,” Penton says as I hear him shedding his clothes and my vision finally clears enough so that I can see his face over Blaine’s shoulder. His handsome features are marred with concern, fueled by anger, and as Blaine drops to his knees our eyes meet. “You’ll be alright, Kitten; just let Blaine settle you down into the blankets. The sun will help you.”
I nod slightly, all of my muscles still stiff with pain that radiates a hundred fold as Blaine slowly, trying to do it gently, lays me down on my side on a thick comforter already warmed by the sun. As his arms leave me, I sigh as a relief fills my limbs, alleviating some of the pain and I can breathe easier, the pressure almost disappearing altogether as the warm beams sink into my skin.
The anger from the situation, and concern and desperation for me to feel better is rolling through Blaine like a boulder, coming off of him in waves that crash into me, making me dizzy. Closing my eyes to stop my head from spinning, I place my hand on his chest as he lays beside me. His heart slams against his ribs and mine speeds up to match its pace, my leopard finally starting to feel content. His skin vibrates as a low, possessive growl rumbles through him and his hand cups my cheek, causing me to look at him and I’m pierced by the burning look in his hazel eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as my throat screams in protest. His thumb sweeps over my cheek softly as I try to give him a smile and he pulls me in, pressing his lips tenderly to mine. It’s a strange kiss from Blaine, because his are always demanding, possessive, and lusty; but this one is sweet and tender as his lips move over mine, causing me to sigh and lean into his touch.
“No need to be sorry, Kitten,” Penton’s whisper and warm breath touches my ear just as I feel him settle behind me, wrapping his arm around my bare waist and sneaking his hand up to rest between my breasts; his teeth grazing my earlobe. “It is our fault for not protecting our mate.”
“No,” I start to protest, turning my head to look over my shoulder, but Blaine’s hold tightens on my cheek, keeping me resting on the pillow. His nose runs along mine as my hands roam over his chest, tracing the pattern of his tattoos without having to look. I have him memorized, and I can do it in my sleep. Another growl rumbles through him as his lips hover over mine, teasing me into submission, making me angle my head back onto Penton’s shoulder.
“Sleep now,” he says, kissing my neck lightly and sending waves of desire over my skin that sink into my core, making a low whimper die in my throat. “No, no, Kitten.” He smiles, pulling me back to my side and tucking my leg over his hip to entangle us.
“Rest. Know that we are sorry for not getting to you sooner,” Penton whispers with a deep sorrow in his voice, bringing tears to my eyes again. “I am sorry.” He has nothing to be sorry for; I should’ve listened to the warning issued by the manifestation of my sister only seconds before Cearbhall appeared, but, as always, I had to do things my way.
I could have gotten Sindy and her girls killed! Why didn’t I think about that when Siofra came to me and warned me? Why don’t I think, ever?
As Penton spoons into my backside, his face in my hair warming me with every expelled breath as Blaine hugs me to his front, his lips pressed against my forehead, I can’t help but sink into a soreness edged slumber. It’s not without a fight, though, my brain wanting me to stay awake so it can kick me in the ass with my stupid decisions that could have cost innocent lives. I am so fucking stupid sometimes.
As my eyelids become heavy, I stare at the dusting of facial hair on Blaine’s chin, doubts of whether bonding with him was the right decision or not. What if Cearbhall wins one of these times he gets to us? How will that affect B?
Feeling Penton shift slightly behind me, I let the Warlock’s words rumble through my head again. Penton has to die for Cearbhall to die. But he can’t; he just can’t. He’s mine and he’s Blaine’s, it can’t be the only way.
And if someone he loves has to be the one to kill him, then who would that be? It sure as hell won’t be me.
~~~~~
Blaine
December 29, 2016
Rowena just hasn’t been the same since that morning in Buffalo. Something is… I don’t fucking know, but something seems like it is missing within her. She’s quiet and reserved, sitting in the back seat alone as Penton rides shotgun in the Landrover beside me. Whenever either of us says anything to her she answers in one word responses, never taking her eyes from the side window averting mine in the rearview mirror.
It pisses me off and worries me at the same time. What the hell did that bastard do and say to her to break her down like this? Even my wolf can sense the change in her leopard, seeking her out, but she just slinks away into the recesses of Row’s mind, hissing at me if I mentally get too close. My wolf hates it and has been on edge for the last two days, and it doesn’t look like my tension is going to ease anytime soon with this shitty weather we are driving through.
The snow has turned into a blizzard, sweeping across the highway we are on in white waves and making it almost impossible to see. I slow to about 45 miles per hour as an 18 wheeler three cars in front of us starts to swerve back and forth, its tires sliding on the fresh snow and slick pavement beneath. As I apply the brakes, the back end of the Landrover fishtails and my wolf growls in nervousness. Row’s soft whimper meets my ears and my eyes shoot to the rearview mirror.
Her eyes are closed tightly. Her head is thrown back against the headrest as her nails are digging into the leather of the seat. Her pain flows through my chest and tightens around my heart, making another growl rip through me. “Row!?! Row?!?” I yell, struggling to keep my attention on the road as my eyes are locked on the mirror, my wolf wanting to leap into the backseat to make sure she is okay. “Penton, get back there!”
He doesn’t hesitate, and in less than a second he’s over the seat and cradling Row in his arms as she moans in pain, seeming to struggle against something I can’t see. I can feel her pain double then ease as Penton strokes her hair, cooing soothing words into her ear. I feel the sweat on her skin, even though we aren’t touching, and my panting breath matches hers. This is what it’s like to share your life with another; you share everything.
“What is wrong?” I grind out; my wolf still on edge as I spot a billboard for a hotel stating it is ten miles ahead. That’ll be a good place for the night; we’ve been on th
e road since last night and we could all use a warm bed and shower.
“Just a nightmare,” Penton says, sharing a glance with me in the mirror before turning his attention back to Rowena, brushing her white hair off of her sweaty forehead and kissing her briefly.
I’m not gonna lie; I feel the jolt of desire that runs through Row when Penton’s lips touch her forehead, causing me to adjust myself in my seat to stop my cock from being constricted to the point of pain as it surges to life, throbbing in need of my mate. I also feel the hesitation that she uses to tamp down the lust she has for him, and I just shake my head. When will she stop being so God damn stubborn?
“I’m gonna stop at a hotel up ahead. We’ll sleep there for the night,” I say, and Penton nods, still holding her in his arms as if she is a baby and whispering in her ear as she lays her head on his shoulder.
What happened to you, Kitten? I wonder, turning my attention back to the road and trying to focus on the road in the fading daylight. Whatever it was, I’ll make that bastard pay. I’ll rip out his heart and let you burn it.
With that, my wolf issues an agreeing growl and I know a nasty little grin perks up the side of my mouth. I can be a devious bastard when I need to be and when it comes to my mate, anyone who harms her can be sure they’ll see the evil, blood thirsty Berserker that I can be.
~~~~~
Rowena
“He said you’ll have to die,” are the only words I can think to say as Penton holds me, sitting here in the backseat while Blaine maneuvers us through the blizzard to a hotel. I’m still shaking from the flashback I just went through. I could feel Cearbhall’s hand around my throat, squeezing, and his fingers inside of me, thrusting hard without care. Another uncontrollable wave of trembles rolls through me and Penton’s arms tighten around me, pulling me up onto his lap and holding me to his chest.
“It’s all lies,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead and rocking me slightly, as if I am a scared child, but I’m not gonna lie, the motion is soothing. “Cearbhall has no idea what the future holds for you or I; he only sees what he wants to see.”
“But what if he’s right?” I whisper, tucking my nose under his chin to be closer to him, letting his scent wrap around me like a security blanket. A sudden spark of lust flares within me and my leopard purrs as I run my nose along his jaw line, rubbing my scent on him and marking him as mine. I feel his body stiffen beneath me when I dart my tongue out and lick his Adam’s apple, dragging my tongue up and over the corner of his jaw and onto his earlobe, nipping lightly at the soft skin, and his hands shoot to my hips, shifting me to straddle him.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you, or Blaine, or myself. We have each other, finally, and the three of us are going to be safe once we reach Broadus, and then Kade can deal with Cearbhall if the bastard dares to follow us that far.” His hands move up from my hips, over my back, and into my hair, pulling my face to his. He keeps his hold in my hair to tease me with a kiss that just won’t happen and I let go of the stranglehold I’ve held over my feelings for him, letting the waves of desire, lust, and longing crash into him. His eyes flutter shut for only a second before snapping open with a glowing stare, and he pulls my face to his, crushing our lips together.
His mouth moves over mine hungrily, and a low groan type of growl rolls through him before he pulls my lips away. I’m out of breath, panting wildly, my body wanting nothing but him right here right now, but he keeps his hand in my hair, holding me still as he looks me in the eye. The burning within them, wanting and needing me, scares me just a bit as I notice his features have changed and his skin has a slight green hue to it.
“Blaine, how far to the hotel?” He asks, his eyes never leaving mine, and his hand not tangled in my hair runs up my left ribs, over my still heaving chest and cups my cheek; his thumb running over the flushed skin, causing me to purr loudly.
“Only about five minutes.” Blaine kind of laughs, and I know he is probably watching this entire thing unfold via the rearview mirror. He’s a little bit of voyeur, there’s no doubt about it, and I smile to myself as I hear him chuckle again. I return my attention to Penton.
God, I want him so bad. Why did I wait until now to give in to these feelings? I don’t care about that now; all I want is him. I want Penton to be mine in this small slice of time, whether or not our fates are sealed. Blaine and I are going to be happier than we ever could have been without him. I lean down for a kiss, but his hold in my hair prevents me. I whimper just a tiny bit and he smiles, flashing a slightly pointed tooth grin, which alarms me.
I reach up and run my fingertips tenderly over his bottom lip, examining his changed teeth, and a deep laugh rolls through him. “Are you scared of my appearance?” he asks, his voice low with an underlying deviousness that rolls over my skin, running a chill up my spine as he pulls my face even closer to his. The darkness in his tone causes my breath to catch in my throat, and his hand moves from my cheek to my chin, his fingers gripping it lightly but enough to command attention. “Answer me, Kitten. Do I scare you?”
“No,” I say on a breath without hesitation, “you don’t.” I run my fingertips over his bottom lip again before sweeping them back to his ear, now with a more pronounced point. I barely run my skin over his ear before delving my fingers into his short hair, leaning in and desperately wanting him to kiss me, but again he holds me back, smiling.
“Kitten needs to learn to be patient,” he laughs, tugging hard on my hair and exposing my neck while my heart rate spikes and my breathing comes in panicked panting. My flames are sparked and begging to burn bright, but I keep them at bay, knowing it could end in disaster inside this small space.
“Remember what I told you that first night we were all together?” He asks as his lips graze the tops of my breasts just over the V neck of my shirt and I gasp from the heat of the contact, sending lightning all the way through to my core. I need him to touch me. Hell, I need him to fuck me; to make me his. I nod as best as I can and he laughs again, bringing my forehead to his. “Good, then use your flames to fuel your desire ‘till we can be somewhere where you can let them burn freely.”
He tugs my head back again, taking full advantage of my exposed neck and nipping, sucking, and kissing all over as I focus in on my flames, trying to transform them like I had before into a burning desire, rather than just burning. Penton’s hand moves from my back, over my belly, and up to my breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing through the material of my shirt and bra, and my flames dissipate, filling me with a rush of heat. The rush is so forceful that my whole body trembles and my core clenches; so close to climax, and he hasn’t even touched me intimately yet.
I can feel Blaine turn the SUV a few times as Penton takes his time, kissing my neck, collar bone, and tops of my breasts, and by the time I feel the car go into park I’m panting uncontrollably, my gasps for breath being almost moans at this point. A door slams, but Penton doesn’t stop his assault on my neck and he tugs my head to the side, grazing his teeth along the crux, causing me to shiver and melt in his touch. I sag into his chest, my breasts brushing against his chest as my ragged breathing forces them up and down rapidly and my aching skin screams at me to have his hands on it. I can’t help the moan that slips out when his hands are on my hips, forcing me to grind down into his lap and I feel the very hard erection hidden in his jeans, waiting for me.
One of his hands leaves me and a blast of cold air and snow fills the car. “Come on you two!” Blaine yells at us and Penton releases the hold his lips have on my skin, tucking me into his chest as I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. The wind and snow bite at my bare arms and face, but I snuggle into Penton’s hold, kissing and nipping at his neck as he runs across the parking lot.
Heat, and the smell of cleaning supplies, hits my nose right before I’m pulled from Penton’s arms and slammed up against the door, his rock hard body pressing me up against the wood and crushing the breath from my lungs as his lips claim mine, his hands roam
ing up and down my sides and chest, tugging at my clothing while his tongue dances with mine. He pulls away suddenly, leaving me panting and teetering unbalanced on my tiptoes as my vision comes back from the star edged almost climax state to take in our little hotel room.
Basic furnishings with a large bed. Dark reds and browns make up the colors, and as I sink back against the door, whimpering with the unfinished need within washing over me, Penton smiles and sits on the edge of the bed. He winks as he brings his foot up on his knee, nonchalantly taking his boot off slowly.
“Undress her for me.” He nods to Blaine, and I sneak a peek at my other mate, sitting in a chair by the window. He looks from Penton to me, smiling in disbelief and laughing a little to himself. “Don’t just sit there. Undress our mate for me. Slowly.”
The tone of Penton’s voice does something to me and my eyes slide shut as my head rests against the door. A sensation, as if he has his hand down the front of my jeans, his fingers teasing me by slowly, methodically rubbing my clit, rolls through me and I can’t stop my body from arching against the door, my fingernails digging into the white paint as I try to keep in the scream of pleasure by biting my lip.
My eyes fly open as Blaine’s earthy musk rushes over me and his hazel eyes bathe me in their glow. My skin tingles at the thought of his hands upon me, and when he reaches for my waistband, pulling it to him with a jerk, I don’t hold in the purr of deliciousness that rumbles through my throat. Please, I beg silently, leaning my shoulders against the door and angling my hips toward him, rip my clothes off so Penton and you can have your way with me.
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