The Lion, the Dragon, and Their Unicorn Omega: An MM Mpreg Shifter Romance (The Unicorn Omegas Book 2)

by Lorelei M. Hart

  “I wish we already had the foundation set up and running,” Sasha said, as we drew closer to the site.

  “Me, too. It would be great timing, but we have to do what we have to do, this time. I think we might want to track down a few of our old friends soon, see if they’re interested in future forays.”

  “Might be a good idea. I— What’s that?” Sasha slammed on the brakes and pulled off onto the side away from the slope, between a pair of trees.

  I leaned forward, trying to see past him out the driver’s side window but before I could determine what he was looking at, a small avalanche of stones and snow rumbled down and across the pavement to crash against the truck. Followed by a slight-built man who tumbled to a stop just short of hitting the door. “Holy… Where did he come from?’

  Sasha popped his door open and was on his knees beside the man in seconds.

  I slid across the bench seat and dropped next to him in the debris. “Is he breathing?”

  The lion pressed two fingers to the young man’s neck and bent close. “Yes. But he looks pretty beat up. And he’s barefoot.”

  I swallowed hard, looking at the pale fellow. He wore only ragged pants, despite the cold, and his arms and back were a mess of welts and bruises. “Unicorn?”

  Sasha nodded. “I think so. Just seeing this makes me think of what Samuel went through. I want to go kill someone, but this kid needs help and soon.”

  I slipped an arm under the kid’s knees and the other under his back and lifted him into my arms. “I agree, but what about all the others? If we go back, how many are we condemning to lifelong servitude?” Sasha pushed the front seat forward, and I laid the kid in the next of discarded sweatshirts and jackets that seemed to accumulate there. It wasn’t as comfortable as the front seat, but it was warm and dry.

  My mate tapped his foot. “I don’t know what to do.”

  “Wait.” I leaned back into the truck. “He’s waking up.” The unicorn couldn’t be more than seventeen or eighteen, although it was hard to tell. Shifters often looked younger than they were, unicorns more than most. “Hi there.”

  “I-I heard you talking.” His voice was a harsh whisper, as if his throat was sore, and I noticed, to my horror, the bruises around his neck. What the hell had someone done to him? “If you were going to the auction, it got called off.”

  I sat on the edge of the seat with my feet on the running board. Sasha leaned against the door. “It was? Why?”

  He cleared his throat before speaking again. “They heard someone was coming to bust it up, so they cleared out.”

  “And you?” Sasha’s voice held great compassion. Few men had a heart as big as my mate’s. “What’s your story?”

  “I was carrying things to their cars and I dropped the boxes and ran. They thought I’d never leave because they took my shoes, but I didn’t care.” He burrowed into the clothing, shivering. “I didn’t care if I died because it was better than the life I had.”

  We’d missed them. All those unicorns still imprisoned. I met Sasha’s gaze. He nodded. We understood one another. We’d saved one.

  Sasha rumbled, a growl promising retribution to the red dragons when we caught up to them. And we would. But for now, we had to take care of this one we had rescued. We climbed into the truck, and Sasha made a U-turn. Sure, this unicorn could be lying, but we’d smell it out.

  “We’re taking you to Malinda. She’s the closest thing we have to a doctor in Haven, but she’ll take good care of you.” I rested my arm on the back of the seat, keeping an eye on our shivering passenger. “What’s your name?”

  “Claude.”

  Sasha nodded at him in the rearview mirror. “Do you know our mate, Samuel, Claude?”

  His eyes grew wide. “Samuel is dead.”

  My heart squeezed just hearing those words. “What do you mean? Samuel is at Malinda’s, waiting for us.”

  Claude choked. “But they told us… Shit. Why didn’t I realize every word out of that bastard’s mouth is a lie?”

  “We’ll be back in town in a few minutes and you can see for yourself. Samuel is not only fine, he’s close to delivering our baby.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Samuel

  Malinda and I were ready at the door when my mates pulled up with Claude. It turned out I was not the only one with a decent second-sight, but unlike mine, Malinda’s could be called on at will. She was far more badass than anyone in Haven seemed to know except possibly my gram who had somehow become besties with the witch and spent more time at her cottage than at our house.

  The guys pulled up right when we expected them but, unlike the vision I’d seen of Claude, he looked awful.

  “Get him inside,” Malinda barked before turning her back to them and walking into her cottage.

  Emerson was sound asleep in the small room we’d managed to wall off for her, but if Malinda kept barking at people, that wouldn't be true for long. I started for the truck, and Rob shook his head, bending down to scoop up Claude when his knees gave way with his first step. He carried him inside, depositing him on the sofa where he immediately curled into a ball.

  “He’s worse than I thought,” Malinda mumbled to herself before yanking jars off her shelf and mixing what I imagined to be an awful-tasting concoction that would help Claude.

  “He wasn’t this bad when we found him, and we brought him straight here. We didn’t even stop for burgers.” Sasha wrapped his arm around me as if not providing me with greasy goodness had been a letdown.

  “Poison or a spell?” Rob asked Malinda as she brought a shot glass of nasty to Claude and gave him the look, the one that said you better be drinking this or there will be trouble.

  He sat up just enough to down it and hand the glass back to her, his grimace proving its vileness to the palate.

  “Both, unfortunately.”

  “That’s why they let him escape,” Sasha mumbled.

  Crap, they had used Claude, the closest thing I’d had to a friend before I’d been moved to Bart’s household, to what? I didn’t even know, but I had a feeling it had everything to do with me and nothing to do with him.

  “It would appear so. The tincture should aid him with the poison, but it still needs to work through his system.” She knelt in front of Claude and cupped his face in her hands before closing her eyes.

  We all innately knew to be silent, and we just watched the scene unfold. She rolled her head back, her eyes flicking open a few times before she let go and stood, brushing her skirt off then marching into the kitchen area. She was a weird woman.

  When she finally emerged, she carried bundles of sage with something else mixed in and a box of matches.

  “He has a tracing spell on him. They wanted to see who was on their trail. We can fix this, but we need to act quickly. We are going to smudge the property line, and by we, I mean you. I’ll take care of the rest from in here.” She handed each of us, including my gram who had finally joined us from checking on Emerson, a bunch of herbs and lit them before pointing toward the door.

  I’d seen sage smudging before but had never done it, so I listened to Gram’s explanation as we made our way outside and copied her movements. I had a feeling we were more there to give Malinda space to do what she needed to do than anything else. We walked the perimeter, each taking our own section, the sweet smell of the smoke tickling my nose. Whatever she added to it changed the burning element entirely.

  As we finished, each of us having exactly the right amount, we stood on the cabin porch, silent, waiting to be called inside.

  I was happy for Claude. Malinda was going to save him, of that I was sure. Those shifter trafficking asshats planned for Claude’s death, making him safer here than I was. Unless, of course, she got the spell down or blocked or whatever one did with a tracing spell before the reds figured out he was in Haven.

  “Come in.,” she called after what felt like an hour.

  She was sitting beside Claude, who looked worse.

  “H
e’s fine. Or will be, anyway. He’d probably going to need a bucket soon. Get that for him, Samuel.”

  I did and, true to her words, he puked just as I shoved it under him. I’d been a slave. I knew how little we ate. There was no way that much should’ve been coming out, meaning her tincture was detoxing him pretty thoroughly. Thank goodness. If he had died over something I had done, I’d never get over that guilt.

  Gram handed him a wet washcloth as Sasha took the bucket from him.

  “Better?” Malinda asked, and from the confidence in her voice, she knew damn well he was.

  “Much. Thank you.” Claude sat up straight, looking far more like himself. “That was awful.” He grabbed my hand, and I sat beside him in all my ungraceful glory. “I didn’t know. You have to believe me. I didn’t know they had me spelled.”

  Of course you didn’t.” I squeezed his hand. “And I’m glad you’re here. Haven is a safe place.”

  “He will stay here until the new moon rises.” Malinda laid down her law, leaving out key information like where he was to go after he left her house. It was her way and beyond frustrating.

  “We owe you so much.” Rob said what Sasha and I had discussed many times. We were thinking of building her a new greenhouse in the future, as repayment, which she probably already knew.

  “Truer words were never spoken. I will inform you when it is time to pay up.”

  Or maybe not a greenhouse.

  We got Claude settled in before being sent on our way by Malinda. There was much more to think about, discuss, and plan for, but that could all wait until Claude looked less like a flu victim and more like himself.

  It was beyond late when we finally arrived home, but the energy was bouncing off us. Tonight had changed so much. It told us that we were on the radar of the red dragons, and while they might not know who we were yet, they were willing to pull out all the stops to find us.

  “Oh.” I jumped a little just as we walked through the front door, our baby deciding it was time to rotate down. The guys looked at me in worry, and I pointed to my belly, picking my shirt up so they could see the alien-esque type show the little one was putting on.

  “Ha, and Malinda thought we might have a breech delivery.” Sasha smirked as he felt my belly, proud as punch our wee one did what pretty much all babes do before their birth, but if that made him happy, I was good with that. I had a feeling he was going to be one of those dads who clapped when their kid had a poopy diaper. There were far worse kinds of dads to be had, and none better than the two who chose to make a family with me.

  “Smart like me.” Rob puffed out his chest. There was going to be so much poop clapping in the house.

  “Or—and just throwing this out there—the baby is doing what babies do?” I sassed.

  “There are so many better things to do with that mouth than sass us.” Rob winked, and damn if the energy in the room didn’t instantly change with that one suggestion. A quick glance at my men’s gift below told me it had changed for them as well.

  “True.” Because it was so very true. “But I am so slick right now, I fear that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate.” I about-faced and sashayed back to our room, throwing my shirt over my head as I went.

  I was only halfway there when Sasha scooped me up in his arms.

  “I was thinking that if your slick is a distraction, I could help with that,” he mock-whispered in my ear, fully wanting both of us to hear the lust in his voice. “I mean, if that’s the way you want to go.”

  “I’m not sure what you want to do,” Rob lied as they placed me on the bed and began to slowly rid themselves of their clothing. “I’m going to need details.

  “You are detail oriented,” he agreed as the last item of clothing fell to the floor.

  “It helps when one is organized.”

  “Now you are both sassing. Maybe it is you who should put your tongues to better use.” I stuck my tongue out at them as they pulled my pants off of me leaving me very naked and very ready for whatever they had in mind. Not that I had visual proof of that. My belly had gotten to the point I could no longer see my damn dick, which, given all that was going on, should have been the least of my worries, but there you were.

  “Our omega is very right as usual.” Sasha spoke to Rob as if I weren’t even there.

  “Change in plans?” Rob stroked Sasha as Sasha stroked Rob.

  “Change in plans. Front or back?” Sasha asked, and I began to figure out where they were going, and I liked it. As was often the case, it looked like I had some pretty fabulous unintended consequences coming thanks to my sassy mouth.

  “Hmmm, I’m thinking bottom.” Rob licked his lips before meeting my eyes. “On your side, omega ours. We've decided your assessment was valid.”

  I didn’t need to be asked twice, but, given the state of my belly, it did take a bit longer than I’d have liked.

  “Mmmm, so I get his cock today. I can work with that.” Sasha settled in front of me as Rob took up a spot behind.

  As if choreographed by some kind of sex goddess, the two of them devoured me, Sasha working my cock as Rob licked, sucked, and fucked me with his tongue. It wasn’t long before I was coming down Sasha’s throat and screaming their names.

  I used to be embarrassed by how quickly they could make me come, but the look of accomplishment on their faces each time they managed to have me undone in lightning speed had those insecurities long gone. They enjoyed making me come as much as I enjoyed them doing so, and it wasn’t like I wouldn’t be ready to go again quickly enough. Just being around them had me in an almost constant state of arousal.

  “Oh no,” I teased, pointing to their still very erect cocks. “You two are still in need. I’d best take care of that.”

  “Samuel, you need to rest and grow our child.” Rob tsked.

  I pouted.

  “I guess you’re just going to have to watch me knot Rob instead.” Sasha shrugged before reaching in the side drawer and grabbing his lube. “How do you want us, omega ours?”

  They’d been cautious about me being knotted after reading on the Internet that sex this late in the pregnancy could induce labor. The bright side was it made them hella creative, and this was not the first show they’d put on for me. I so loved a good show.

  “I think you should both go in front of the mirror, which, let’s be honest, was one of my better ideas.” I sat up, already loving where this was going.

  “Agreed,” they both said at the same time. We’d used that mirror more often than not and because I bought it with money I made helping my gram sell her pies it also held a place of pride for me. Which, given the context, was all kinds of weird.

  “You are probably tired, Rob.”

  He yawned as if to prove me right.

  “Better push the trunk over for him, Sasha.”

  He did, his cock bouncing up and down the entire way. The ottoman had migrated into the room when I first needed to sit down to get my socks on and had pretty much become a sex toy. We were all okay with that.

  “Bent over, you think? So he can relax,” Sasha suggested with a wink. There was going to be no relaxing.

  “Bent over, I think.”

  Sasha made a show of bringing Rob to the ottoman and guiding him to his knees over the it before opening the lube and preparing him. It was fascinating for me to watch. With an omega, the lube wasn’t necessary, although it sometimes added fun with toys, so watching him get our mate ready as Rob squirmed with need had me already rising to the occasion.

  I hadn’t approached them, yet, but a not so small part of me wanted to try that role. I couldn’t knot them, so it might not be something they were interested in, but betas didn’t knot, and they seemed happy enough.

  “Stick it in, already,” Rob cried out, and I instantly knew the spot Sasha had found. He had a magical way of knowing just where to touch to have us fall apart.

  Sasha looked at me, and I nodded.

  He aligned himself with Rob’s entrance, sliding
inside him in one swoop. Rob moaned in delight.

  “Tell me what it’s like,” I called out before snapping my mouth shut.

  “I think our omega wants to fuck you, Rob. See how hard he is already?”

  I was.

  “Is that…true…little…” Rob was so unable to complete his sentence that I found myself stroking my dick to the sound of his desire.

  “Maybe.”

  “We are so going to need to make that happen.” Sasha kept his rhythm the entire time. I had no idea how I was faltering and I only had me to worry about. “Maybe you could even come inside me one day.”

  And that was that, I was exploding into my hand just at hearing those words.

  “I'll take that as a yes.” Sasha went rigid, only his hips pumping spasmodically as Rob spurted streams of silky cum over the leather ottoman.

  It was very much a yes.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Sasha

  I heard a groan come from outside but mentally waved it off as being nothing. It sounded like Samuel, but that was ridiculous. Samuel was right beside me sleeping.

  I patted the bed next to me to confirm my silly suspicion only to find it wasn’t so silly at all. Samuel wasn’t in the bed.

  “Rob, where’s Samuel?”

  Rob turned over to face me but didn’t answer. He slept so hard that sometimes we had to turn on loud music to wake him up.

  “Rob!” I whisper-shouted just as the sound of Samuel moaning caught my attention again.

  “What? Not again. I’m so damned tired.”

  I chuckled at his words. Two strokes of my hand and he’d be all over me, tired or not.

  “It’s Samuel. Listen.”

  I reached inside my consciousness and focused on my lion, allowing him to hear through me. Samuel paced outside, stopping time after time, that’s when the sounds came from him.

  Mate. Pain. Restless. Baby. Omega.

  “Samuel’s in labor.”

  That woke the dragon up. We both jumped from the bed and rushed outside, me in my boxers and, as usual, Rob in nothing but his leather wrist cuffs.