Sheltering Abby

by Bonnie Rose Leigh

  Her hackles rose. A low, deadly growl erupted from her throat. She could scent the evil ones approaching as well as the familiar scents of her mates and family. She’d allow no one and nothing to hurt one of hers. Besides, she had some payback to dish out. She’d been injured, blinded by these evil one’s minions and someone, or something, would die for that.

  When two Sumatran tigers tainted with the scent of dark magic stepped out of the trees surrounding the property, Abby lowered her body to the ground, ready to pounce and drop her prey. When those tigers shifted into two women she’d recently placed at the local shelter she counseled at, she shook her head in denial. These women swore they were running from abusers, begged her to help them start a new life. Abby had even gone so far as to give them money to find an apartment together and recommended the women for a local training program to give them the job skills they’d need to survive on their own.

  And all that time, they were pretending to be something they weren’t, masking their evil from her and the rest of the townspeople, using Serenity’s criminals and their hatred and malice to not only give them strength but carry out their orders. And all the while, they were taking resources that someone else desperately needed. That she couldn’t abide. Abby roared, giving the women fair warning, letting them know it would be a fight to the death.

  When the women quickly shifted back into tigers and raced across the open yard toward her, Abby didn’t hesitate. She didn’t waste time worrying or wondering what her next move would be. She just acted on instinct, waiting until they were within reach. In a single bound, she landed against one of the Vanderlin twins, sank her teeth into the tiger’s skull and bit down, piercing its brain, causing instant death.

  Abby dropped the dead tiger to the ground, then whipped around ready to take on the other, only to find it lying at Trevor’s feet, its throat ripped out. Ben lay on the ground, confident and lazy. Abby prowled toward her mates, desperate to mate with them now that she’d battled the enemy and won. Her hormones were awake and roaring with need.

  Without having to look, now that the danger appeared to be over, her family had left them alone. She didn’t know where everyone disappeared to, didn’t care. She just wanted her mates. Now. And so she would, just as soon as she shifted and could demand it of them.

  EPILOGUE

  With feline grace, they stretched Abby out on the bed, spreading her hair out on the pillows. Working in sync, Trevor held one wrist pinned to the mattress above her head while Ben did the same with the other. Their lips slowly caressed her shoulders, then moved downward, swirling their tongues over her breasts as they inched their way toward her nipples.

  Abby’s heartbeat skipped and fluttered, her womb clenched with aching need, desperate to be filled with cock—Ben’s or Trevor’s it didn’t matter. She cried out when they both began sucking her nipples with strong pulls and gentle nips. Their movements were timed so well she knew they’d done this before, with some other woman or women. Rage swamped her. Her beast fought for control angry that her mates had lain with another. But she couldn’t hold their past against them, not when she knew that she would be the only one ever gracing their bed again.

  “Please,” Abby begged, spreading her legs, arching, begging for them to move where she needed them most. As their lips circled her navel, then moved downward toward her thighs, she started to arch her back, begging without words for them to make her come. Her clit throbbed, desperate for just one touch to put her over the edge. “Please,” she begged again. Her body was taut, more desperate than she could ever remember being.

  And yet, despite her begging, they didn’t respond as she wished. Instead, their free hands roamed over her belly, lingering, petting the smooth skin and taut muscles before trailing over her hip and downward, exploring her inner thighs, her feet and back again, ghosting over her skin with the lightest of touches.

  Abby’s body jerked when their hands once again slid upward. She forced her eyes to remain open, wanting—no, needing—to see every second of this claiming. Ben’s fingers circled and stroked, brushed and flicked her swollen clit while Trevor’s fingers explored her slit, teasing over her flushed and swollen labia, dipping into her channel, then retreating, fucking her with shallow thrusts, then rapid lunges, keeping her on edge so that soon her cunt became a desperate, hungry mouth, wanting nothing more than to be filled with hard cock.

  She sobbed, needing release, but more desperate to be filled, to feel her men moving inside her, binding themselves to her with their come and their bite.

  They took her to the edge time and time again only to pull back just before she could sail over. Then they’d start all over again, touching and licking, nipping and biting, until she couldn’t talk, couldn’t beg, could only lie there and take it, take their love and affection, their tenderness and their aching desire to give her all that she needed.

  Their hands still held onto her wrists, keeping them where they wanted them. Their legs were thrown over hers, pinning her lower body in place so they could continue their seduction. Ben’s lips were latched onto a swollen nipple, while Trevor’s tongue suckled her clit. Their cocks, slick, hard and smooth, pulsed against her thighs, ready to take her, to remind her who she belonged to. She arched, whimpered, promised to do anything they wanted if they’d just let her come.

  Trevor scooted forward and held her face in his hands. His mouth took hers then, and she could taste his happiness, his contentment, even his rampant desire as his tongue glided against hers. Emotion poured through the bond, filling her, filling them both and making it seem as though it was only the two of them. He lingered over the kiss, drawing it out until finally Ben cleared his throat.

  “My turn, Trev.” Ben’s voice was husky, sex-laden. Desperate.

  Trevor shifted and Ben moved forward. His entire body quivered with unfulfilled need. His nostrils flared. His cock jerked against her thigh. Fresh pre-cum wept from its tip. With face taut, Ben ate at her mouth hungrily, his tongue his tongue dueling with hers.. His kiss changed, grew gentle, it seemed to her almost an apology for his earlier rough treatment. Through the mate-bond, she could feel his absolute joy at having a mate to call his own, a woman who would fight by his side, and maybe one day, give him the children he craved. So many emotions, they swamped her and she knew that with Ben and Trevor by her side, she could be free to be herself and that was the greatest gift of love anyone could receive. And that was something she could give back to them easily. And she’d start now.

  Using the same path Ben’s emotions traveled, Abby focused her thoughts, telling them the one thing she’d held back, the last piece of her soul. I love you, Ben. I love you, Trevor. More than life itself, I love you both. Her hands released, she reached out and pulled first Trevor, then Ben toward her, giving them each the hottest tongue bath she could manage.

  “Now it’s my turn for a little control. Ben you get on the bottom, lay back against the bed,” she ordered.

  Abby rolled over and, once Ben was in position, straddled his legs. Unable to help herself, her hand went straight to his cock. At first, she thought to ride him, but when Trevor placed her on her hands and knees and his fingers began to stretch her back passage, she changed her mind, instead, running her tongue around the head of Ben’s cock, before slowing taking his length into her mouth.

  Ben jerked when Abby’s tongue licked over the head of his shaft. His entire body quivered, screamed for release, but she wouldn’t be hurried, wouldn’t rush when she could feel the pleasure this act was giving him. Gripping his shaft tighter, she again took him into her mouth, sucking him vigorously, leaving him quaking and his control shattered. His balls pulled tight, his cock throbbed, now desperate for release.

  Abby savored the feminine power and satisfaction that filled her knowing she could take such a strong man to the edge, but soon, too soon, her own body’s needs were made known. Trevor’s fingers found her clit, pinching it between two fingers, teasing her with the possibility of release until she
was the one straining, quivering, allowing Ben to come.

  She drank his seed down, then cried out in pleasure when Trevor finally filled her empty, needy channel. His thrusts were fast and hard. His sac, heavy with seed, slapped against her flesh. Her erect clit continued to stab into Trevor’s palm with every thrust, zapping her with bolt after bolt of unbelievable pleasure. Unable to stop her impending orgasm, she came in a rush, quaking and shivering, her whole body heaving as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around Trevor’s cock until she’d milked him of every drop of his seed. Exhausted beyond bearing, Abby collapsed with her face in Ben’s groin. By the Gods, she was going to love mated life.

  About The Author

  Hi there. My name is Bonnie Rose Leigh and I've been writing since I was just a tyke. I live in a small town in Upstate, New York and spend most of my time on the computer either writing, or visiting with my friends. If I'm not busy on the computer, I spend my free time reading. It doesn't matter what genre the book is either, though I am partial to romance novels. If I'm not in my office, I can be found sprawled in a chair with a book clutched in my hand and a cup of cocoa sitting nearby.

  Bonnie’s website is located at:

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