The Redemption Saga Box Set

by Kristen Banet

  “Stay,” he ordered, his eyes still closed.

  “Sorry, but I can’t just lie here,” she answered softly, kissing his forehead. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “Do you need help?” he asked, his ice blue eyes opening and practically shining in the dark. She always felt trapped under his stare and he said nothing, sitting up just enough to kiss her collarbone. “Because we can do that for you.”

  “We?” Frowning, she just let him continue to kiss her, trying to not get pulled under by his spell.

  A large palm ran up her back and that made her pause. That was too big for Quinn - because it was Elijah. “Stay in bed, little lady,” he murmured. She felt the bed dip more as he drew closer and kissed her shoulder. “Stay with us for the night, please.”

  She turned to him and only met a serious face. There was no playfulness, no teasing. They were serious.

  “We can help you sleep,” Quinn offered again, the arm around her waist pulling her tighter against his body. “Let us.”

  “I’ve never done this.”

  “Well, we almost lost Elijah without having the chance. Let’s do it now. If you never want it again, then fine, but let us do this with you tonight. Just tonight.” Quinn captured her lips at the end of that, while her mind reeled. He had a good point. They had almost lost their cowboy and she knew they had both teased about wanting this.

  “We’ve wanted to have you with us for a long time now,” Elijah continued where Quinn left off. “It started out as a pipe dream, an idea. It became a teasing joke. We’d never thought you would actually love us. We never thought…” He kissed her shoulder from behind her. “And now, with everything going on, let us help you sleep.”

  She closed her eyes, trying to hold back tears. As she nodded, Quinn growled in pleasure and kissed her again. He fell full on his back and pulled her over him, hands roaming and exploring. Elijah’s hands didn’t stop either.

  “Wait,” she gasped. “Elijah, you have to be careful.”

  “Yes, that’s right,” Quinn agreed. He sat up, pushing her up with him. “Elijah…”

  “I’ll lie on my back and…relax,” he agreed with a devious grin. “Only if someone here lets me eat her out.”

  “Excuse me?” Her eyebrows flew up.

  “Why don’t you come sit on my face and force me to relax?”

  She wanted to smack him. It was the dirtiest question she’d ever heard. He fell back, spreading out, his dick hard. She hadn’t really considered that they were already nude. Of course they were. They slept that way.

  “Do it,” Quinn whispered in her ear.

  “Why?” She was flabbergasted.

  “Because Alpha females take what they want from their males.” Now Quinn’s grin was just as devious as Elijah’s. She had a sneaking suspicion they had talked this entire fantasy of theirs through.

  She was nervous as she crawled across the bed, Quinn breaking the side of her thong before she could get too far. It was tossed away.

  “Uh…” She was on her knees next to her cowboy’s head. He kept grinning and grabbed her, forcing her to swing a thigh over his head. He pointed her towards the headboard, so she stared at the wall. His mouth closed on her and his massive arms held her thighs in place so she couldn’t try to get off him.

  As his tongue lazily swiped over her entry, Quinn moved to kiss her again, also on his knees. One of his hands traveled down her back and he pushed a wet finger in her ass. That brought a shocked gasp from her. Elijah forced her to move her hips as he fucked her with his tongue, his nose rubbing against her clit in the best way she could imagine. He knew what he was doing. Of course he did.

  Quinn’s finger continued to pump, as the feral Magi also nibbled on her neck. She moaned with every movement of the two men.

  And she shattered quickly, her orgasm crashing into her. Based on the supremely satisfied noise from the mouth beneath her, it was exactly what the cowboy had wanted. Only when she was finished riding out the sensations did he let her go enough so she wasn’t forced on his face. Quinn slowly pulled his finger out, kissing her hard.

  “Now for the best part,” he murmured. Elijah just chuckled underneath her. She looked over her shoulder and saw the hard dick waiting for someone to ride it. Elijah’s cock was always a sight and it was hard to miss. “If you think you can handle it. Because I love this.” His hand continued to rub on the curve of her ass. Oh, she knew he did. They didn’t do it very often, but Quinn enjoyed being able to bury himself in her tightest hole when she was willing.

  “So…” She knew where this was going. They wanted to have her together all right.

  Of course they did.

  “You can say no, little lady, and we’ll find other ways to blow your mind.”

  No. This seemed like just the thing that would leave her boneless and thoughtless enough to sleep. It wasn’t something she had ever done before, but she would do it with these two men. She trusted them to not hurt her.

  And she loved them.

  She moved back and sank on Elijah’s cock first, moaning at the full sensation he gave her. He was a massive man and a cocky one…literally. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her once for effect, just because he knew she would whimper and moan for him.

  Quinn moved behind her and she could feel the coolness of lube as he pressed his dick against her.

  And then they broke her all over again. He entered slowly, like he always did, but nothing between these two men was ever slow one on one. They definitely wouldn’t be easy on her together.

  Elijah pulled her down, kissing her hard as he stayed buried in her and Quinn fucked her. She was thankful they weren’t moving together, giving her body a chance to figure out whatever these sensations were.

  Quinn snarled, leaning over them both. He thrust into her at a reckless and frantic pace, as if they would never again get the chance to have her together. As if he had to make up for lost time. And there was lost time. None of them had been together since before they came to this city, before Naseem attacked her that first night.

  He panted over her as she screamed against Elijah’s broad chest. The cowboy was nice enough to hold on to her.

  Finally, Quinn gave out first. Several, fast, erratic pumps and he came deep inside, giving her a moment to enjoy the feeling of being pressed between them.

  “Now it’s my turn,” Elijah murmured with a hot need that gave her a round of shivers. She was primed. Quinn hadn’t pushed her over the edge, but Elijah fully intended to. As the feral Magi pulled out, the cowboy got started, grabbed her hips with a nearly bruising pressure. He thrust up into her at a more even, measured speed.

  Quinn collapsed to the side, but didn’t stop being involved in the action. As Elijah sent her into the heavens, Quinn kissed her, passionate and loving, taking every noise she made and muffling it with his lips.

  Then stars entered her vision as she couldn’t hold on anymore and they sent her to another place. A place where she was blissful. Elijah didn’t stop as she rode out the orgasm. He didn’t even slow down. Right as hers ended, he slammed into her once more, groaning as he spilled inside her.

  The moment he was soft and slid out of her, she fell off him, landing between her men. Quinn wrapped his arms around her waist, curled around her back. Elijah wedged an arm under both their heads as she nuzzled into his chest.

  And she knew she couldn’t let Axel take this away from her.

  But sleep didn’t hurt either. She could get back to work tomorrow.

  6

  Sawyer

  They loaded up the next day, feeling just a little bit lighter than they had in days. It was a fraction of how they once were, but Sawyer was glad to see that all of them seemed even just a tiny bit closer to normal.

  And it felt right that it would be on a trip to their new normal. This new home James had left them. She would be shocked, but James had made it clear he’d cared so much for the team. The guys. They meant everything to him. This felt right.

>   And it was his old team house. That was something. She was curious because of it.

  She knew the guys were shocked. They covered it well, but this man had left them everything. The only things Thompson got were sentimental items between the both of them, but everything else, all of James’ assets, went to the guys. She couldn’t even feel neglected by not receiving anything. She had no claim there, she thought. She and James had that awkward history, but they were never close. It was something she always reminded herself of.

  She hurt because the guys lost someone important to them.

  But today, everyone was a little lighter.

  “I want the room closest to Sawyer’s, whatever she picks,” Zander said loudly in the back. She sighed, keeping her eyes on the road. She’d become chauffeur for the group, but they didn’t all fit into the SUV this time. Quinn and Elijah were following her with the wolves.

  “We’ll see,” Vincent mumbled back from the passenger’s seat. She glanced at him, daring to take her eyes off the road for only a second. He was reading a book and ignoring all of them effectively.

  With another sigh, she pulled off the freeway, careful of the ice and snow on the side, and went out into the sticks of New York. This was going to be their new home, their new area. She needed to get used to it.

  The driveway was long and gated. The house, while not a classic plantation house, was absolutely a mansion that would fit them. She didn’t like the red brick, or the dark windows. She missed the pretty white historic home down south.

  But this was going to be home now. Thanks to everything that had happened, she didn’t have a choice but to settle in this new place.

  She parked and silently waited for the guys to get out. Sombra jumped out as well, but, unlike her men, didn’t wander off to go look at things. She waited for Sawyer on the perfect concrete driveway.

  “Yeah, I’m coming,” she muttered when impatience began to flow through the bond. She cut the engine and slid out, looking around. They were secluded and far from the city, but still within a day’s drive. It made sense, since who knew when they would need the airport.

  She walked in last, the guys having already disappeared inside. She looked around, able to see a large living room with a huge TV on the wall and other furniture. It looked like James had kept the place up to date and cleaned. She could see the entryway to the kitchen and dining room. She walked deeper in, careful and hesitant of the new location. She could hear footsteps upstairs. It was big, but it didn’t feel like it, unlike the plantation house.

  “Sawyer, come pick a room!” Zander called. She sighed and found the stairs, walking up. The moment he saw her, he gave her the brightest smile she had seen in days. “There’s not enough bedrooms up here for all of us, but there are a couple downstairs too. Quinn and Elijah are going to take those. Me, you, Jasper, and Vincent are up here. There’s space in the attic for the gym.”

  “And offices?” she asked, considering what they once had.

  “Two other rooms on the first floor. Like we used to have. Me and Jasper, Vincent and Elijah. Quinn doesn’t need one, not here in the house anyway.” He wrapped an arm around her waist. “Come choose a room. I think I know which one you should get. There’s a master suite.”

  “Of course,” she mumbled, letting him lead her. Sure enough, while most rooms were a standard bedroom, ten by twelve or similar, the master suite wasn’t. It had a private bathroom and was twice the size of the other bedrooms. “Cool. I get the biggest bedroom and my own place to bathe, away from your balls.”

  He just stared at her for that comment. She couldn’t resist a smirk. Yeah, if they wanted her to have the big room, she wouldn’t deny them. It made some sense. She wanted a place to bathe and was always fighting with the guys. She also had the most company.

  “We’re going to get you a huge bed,” he murmured. “To fill up the room.”

  “Let’s not. A king would be fine.” She did miss having a semi-large and expansive bed.

  “Fine,” he huffed, still smiling. She kissed him gently, enjoying that he was enjoying this. She was happy that this was making them feel better about James. And once this was all over, they had so much work to do.

  “So what’s next?” she asked, holding on to him.

  “All of our things are being transported from Georgia. That includes your stuff. They’ll finish moving it all by the end of the week. We can get some renovations done if it’s needed, but James took care of this place, since we’re the third team to be living in it.”

  “Third?” She frowned. James and Thompson. Her and the guys. Who…

  “His first team. The ones…”

  Zander realized the implication at the same time she did.

  The men who lived here after James, and before them, were dead because they played a game with her and Axel.

  “It’s fine,” she whispered. “I’m fine. This place is nice and we’ll make it our team’s home now.”

  “Okay.” He seemed uncomfortable now. He was looking around the room, considering it. “One of them was married, but they had no kids.”

  Hence a master suite. So he and his wife had an apartment together, in a sense. Of course.

  “We’ll renovate the house so it’s ours. Someone was going to live here eventually.” She didn’t want his mood to sour.

  He nodded, kissed her cheek again, then pulled away. “I’m going to tell them to remodel this room right now.”

  She let him leave, watching him walk out and find one of the contractors roaming around.

  Of all the things that James could leave them.

  She left the room when she felt a bit better. She wanted to get out of the beautiful home. She went out the back, knowing this would be something she did often. The woods were closer to the house than they were in Georgia, and she saw Quinn standing at the edge of them, staring into the deep, dense forest.

  “It’s pretty out here and the boys like how cold it is,” he told her as she stopped beside him. “We can have some fun games out there.”

  She saw his eyes twinkle a little. She knew what games he wanted to play. Their Halloween this year had included a very fun game out in the woods back in Georgia.

  “How much land?” she asked.

  “Two-thirds of what we had in Georgia, but enough for me and the boys. It’s better than a yard and I don’t need miles and miles of space like the Druids do.”

  “So you like this place?”

  “I really do. I’m honored he left it for us. That he kept it so long, thinking to give it to us.”

  She was glad. This was healing, in a way. She missed the plantation house but she was happy they were already finding things they wanted in this new home. It was just like moving. It happened in life. Plus, their old home wasn’t safe anymore and she didn’t know if she could sleep in the bedroom where an assassin tried to stab her in her sleep.

  That’s what she would get out of this new place. A new piece of security, privacy.

  With that, she kissed him and let him go wandering in the woods with his wolves. She knew Sombra was hanging out inside, exploring the warm interior and not wanting to go out in the chill. The cat sent her flashes of where she’d seen the guys. Elijah and Zander were now in the attic where they wanted to put the gym. Jasper was just wandering around aimlessly, ducking his head in rooms. Vincent was standing in a room she didn’t recognize.

  She had a guess, so when she walked back in, she stayed on the first floor and found the bedrooms. Four on the first floor and she knew two would be turned into offices.

  She got it on the first try. In the middle of the room, Vincent was just taking in the space, seemingly lost in thought.

  “Vincent,” she said quietly, stepping closer as she closed the door behind her.

  He turned to her, those dark olive-green eyes haunted. “Sawyer.”

  “I love you.” The words came easy and she finally had a chance to say them again.

  “I love you too,” he responded gent
ly, a small smile forming on his lips. Lips she hadn’t kissed in what felt like an eternity.

  “I would ask you if you were okay, but I already know the answer.” She didn’t beat around the bush.

  “I know.” He looked away at that, turning to the window. “I’m trying.”

  “I know,” she promised, repeating what he’d said. She slowly walked closer and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. He didn’t move to touch her back, but he didn’t pull away either. She leaned so her head was resting on the back of his, pressing her entire body to his. It was the sort of touch that had nothing sexual about it. She just wanted to hold him for a moment. Hold this man that knew everything she was covering up.

  “I used to be better at hiding it. Not letting anyone know just how…”

  “It’s okay,” she whispered. He used to be better at dissembling his emotions and putting them away. Somewhere, he’d lost the ability to do it so well and she’d grown better at it.

  “Don’t be mad, but I’m desperate to know what Missy said.” There was something humorous and joking in the way he said it.

  She nearly chuckled. Of course. It reminded her of what Missy had said specifically about him and Axel.

  “You once knew her. Apparently, she was in Axel’s life for a long time. Yours too. Anyone you think that might be?”

  “That’s insane,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “No, I have no idea who Missy was, if she wasn’t lying.”

  “Vincent, you need to understand that Missy is psychotic and obsessive. She loves Axel with everything in her.” With a deep breath, she finished it. “But she’s not a liar.”

  He turned around, and they stood chest to chest now. “I’ll remember that. I’m sure there’s a few options from my childhood and teen years that she might fit.”

  “She would have been closer to Axel, always. She said she could ‘always see his potential.’” It sounded disturbing in hindsight. This Magi, who might not always be a woman, was grooming Axel, following him, even when he was a boy. Missy was certifiable. “Remember, she could have also been playing a male friend. Axel was always weirdly uncomfortable when she tried to be loving with him. I never knew if it was because of just the idea that she could become a man or if they had any history before me.”