by Lia Davis
No wonder his father had nearly gone insane when Blaine’s mother died.
“Blaine?”
Cameron’s concerned tone cut through the dark thoughts before they took root. He shook off thoughts of his mother, met Cam’s stare, and smiled. “The mating bond is complete.”
She let out a soft laugh. “Yes. It feels…wonderful.”
Yes it did, and Cameron was the central link that bonded them all together. He claimed her lips again, relishing the merged pleasure along the mating bond. She smiled against his lips, and he said, “I love you.” He pulled back to glance at Graham. “Both of you.” Blaine kissed Graham and felt Cam move down their lover’s body. The sound of a zipper being lowered, followed by denim sliding over skin drew Blaine’s attention to her, wondering what his little minx was up to.
Cameron was off the bed, pulling Graham pants off and letting them drop to the floor. She offered both of them a wicked smirk as she climbed back on the bed, nipping a trail up Graham’s thighs until she reached his balls. She ran her tongue up his cock as she rolled his balls in her hand. Graham groaned a curse as she took him into her mouth.
Blaine gripped his own dick and squeezed to keep from having an orgasm at the sight of his mates. He moved off the bed to remove his own clothes then climbed back on behind Cam. He traced her spine with his index finger and smiled at her shiver then continued over the curve of her ass and farther until he slid two fingers into the slick folds of her pussy. She moaned and moved her hips, rubbing her sex against his hand.
Leaning over her back, he met Graham’s desire-hazed eyes as he whispered in Cam’s ear. “You’re so wet. I’m going to fuck you as you suck Graham’s cock.”
“Fuck,” Graham gritted out.
Blaine held his lover’s gaze. “You will not come yet.”
Graham’s lips twitched. “Well, you better hurry the hell up.”
Cameron let Graham’s dick slide out of her mouth. She licked down the length, making him jerk slightly. When she reached the base, she sucked his sac into her mouth.
Graham cursed again. “Damn it, are you two trying to kill me?”
Blaine laughed and thrust into Cam, making her cry out. They all froze for a brief moment. Blaine knew they felt what he did. The mingled emotions and pleasure was almost too much. He gripped Cameron’s hips to stop her from moving until he regained some control of the release threatening to end this round way too soon.
When Cameron took Graham into her mouth again and started working the male to the edge of a release, Blaine started moving, in and out of her wet pussy until she was panting and the shuddering orgasm claimed her. Both Blaine and Graham followed her over the edge.
Blaine collapsed on the bed next to Graham, taking Cameron with him so she lay between them, half on Graham and half on him. Graham linked his fingers with Blaine’s and brought his hand to his lips. “That…was….”
Cameron sighed and snuggled farther against them. “Yes.” She brought their linked hands to her breasts and held them. “My males. I think I’m the luckiest female in the world.”
Blaine laughed and kissed her cheek. “No, we are all blessed to have each other.”
They were truly mated. It was still a shock, and Blaine wasn’t sure if he’d dreamt it or not. But the bond was too strong, too real to be a dream. They belonged to one another, and together, they could overcome anything. Especially whatever the Onyx threw at them.
Epilogue
Cameron sat on the sofa with her legs tucked under her as she watched Graham sit in front of the fireplace with Isaac’s journal in hand. The time had come to destroy the book and the mutant formula written within the pages.
Dane got rid of the formula the Onyx had by implanting a computer virus into their network the night they’d destroyed the lab. Now all that was left was the journal.
Graham carefully turned each page, tearing out sections to set aside for an electronic file of Isaac’s life for Max and Sammie. It had been Blaine’s idea, making Cameron love that alpha male even more.
It’d been two months since they’d formed the mating bond that saved her life, and Cameron couldn’t be happier. Her males were her world, along with her two stepchildren.
Max started calling her mommy the day after the mating. The little empath, even as young as he was, knew something was different. Maybe he’d felt the connection between her and Graham and just figured it was the right thing to do. The little guy was too smart for his own good.
The first time he’d spoken the word, Cameron had cried like an overemotional mother. Blaine had said that she was such a girl in his teasing tone. She turned from mother to childish teen by sticking out her tongue, which she regretted when Max repeated it. So, yeah, she’d have to watch what she said and did around the toddler.
Sammie still called her Cam, but really, Cameron was okay with that. Sammie would go through her first shift soon; she was practically grown by shifter standards. Besides, Sammie still remembered her mother, both the good and the bad. She still held a certain mistrust of the mother figure. Trust was something Cameron had to work to gain. She’d show Sammie what it was like to be loved by a stepmother, just the same as she would with Max.
A knock on the door made Cam look at the clock. It was ten in the morning. Who could be coming over unannounced at that hour?
Blaine called out from down the hall, “It’s my father.”
A few moments later, Keegan opened the door and walked in with Luna. Their expressions carried concern, and there was something else hidden there. Cameron had to wonder if the Alphas had been arguing about something.
Cameron sat up straighter on the sofa, allowing room for Luna to sit next to her. Keegan didn’t sit; he just stood next to the fireplace watching Graham burn pages from the journal. Everyone was uncomfortably silent until Blaine came into the room, hair wet from a shower and wearing nothing but a pair of jeans.
Finally Keegan spoke. “Blaine, as my Heir, you will step into my place until I return.”
Blaine froze and stared at his father for a long moment. “You’re leaving? Where are you going? Why now?”
Keegan held up his hand in a silent command. “I have to take Addyson and the boy to a safe house. Her home is no longer safe. Some of the sentries have witnessed more rogue activity around that area of the den. Like their waiting for either Addyson or Will to make a mistake and venture out alone. I have to make sure she is protected.”
Graham broke his silence. “They want both Scribes now.”
Keegan nodded solemnly and Cameron turned her gaze to Blaine, watching the play of emotions running across his face before he replied. “She’s your mate.”
It wasn’t a question, and Keegan knew it by the way he held his son’s gaze. After what seemed like minutes, Blaine nodded. “Is there going to be a circle meeting to announce the change in power?”
Keegan nodded and walked over to sit in the armchair. “I will be moving Addyson and Will tonight. Once they are settled and a couple of sentries placed on guard, I’ll come back and perform the ritual.”
Fuck. If there was going to be a ritual to transfer the Alpha power, then Keegan hadn’t planned on coming back. She couldn’t believe it. “A ritual? Like a permanent transfer of power? You’re leaving the Pack for good?”
Keegan met her gaze. “No, Cam. I am not leaving the Pack, but I need the Onyx Pack to believe that.”
Luna cleared her throat. “I don’t like it either, Cam, but I trust Keegan. Besides it make senses in a way. If Onyx believes one of the Alphas has left, then they may start to think that Ashwood is weakening. They make a mistake and we’ll be there to knock them down.”
Cameron sagged into the sofa, and Max crawled into her lap and patted her cheek. She kissed his chubby hand and hugged him. “I’m fine, little man.” She peered back at Keegan. “It won’t be the same without you here.”
Keegan leaned back in the chair, looking way too tired. Maybe thi
s was his out for the Alpha role. He’d ruled Ashwood for about seven hundred years. That was a long time for even a shifter to lead the Pack.
The Alpha sighed. “I’m not sure what our future holds, but if anyone can lead the leopards and come out of this war stronger, it is Blaine. With the triad bond, he’s stronger than any Alpha I’ve ever met.”
Blaine stepped forward to stand in front of his father. He clasped him on the shoulder and said, “I accept. But you will come back, even if I have to find you and drag your ass back to the den.”
Keegan smiled and stood. He drew Blaine into a tight hug and said, “Deal.”
A few moments later Keegan and Luna left, and the three of them sat in silence, absorbing the news. They would be the first triad, as far as she knew, to lead a Pack. The real shocker was that Keegan was leaving. Sure he’d be back, but he was leaving.
It felt…wrong.
Max scooted off her lap backwards until his feet touched the carpet. Slowly he made his way to Blaine, still standing next the fireplace. The three year old stopped in front of Blaine and peered up at him. Blaine looked down, smiled a crooked smile and raised an eyebrow. Max tried to mirror the expression, but couldn’t get the eyebrow thing to work. His tiny brows waggled as he tried to get only one to rise.
Blaine burst out laughing and scooped Max up into his arms. Max laughed then, too, and he threw his arms around Blaine’s neck. “Daddy makes a good Alpha.”
Cameron’s chest tightened and her vision blurred. Max called Blaine daddy.
Blaine walked over and sat down next to Cameron. She snuggled against him and kissed Max on the cheek. She could feel Blaine’s whirling emotions through the mating bond: sadness, happiness, and worry. They were a storm slowly building inside him.
Graham discarded the journal for now and came over to sit on the other side of Blaine and Max. Sammie crawled up beside Cameron and hugged her close. They sat there, silent, content, and family.
They were a family.
“I love you all. If there is anyone who can rule those leopards it’s us.” Cameron broke the quiet.
Blaine draped his arms around them, drawing both of them close and kissing her, and then Graham on lips. “I’m glad I have my new family to help keep me sane threw it all.”
The End
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Misguided Path
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From the Ashwood Falls series by Lia Davis
Divided Loyalties
Chapter One
Something didn’t ring right with Christa Baker as she sat in the conference room listening to the new leader of Shield rattling on about rogue shifters. He said they were growing in numbers, yet he hadn’t provided any physical proof. Sure a few humans had gone missing, most of whom were homeless, and according the police, their disappearances weren’t that unusual.
She failed to see his point because shifters were born, not created. So why would they need to kidnap humans?
Her new boss had gone on and on for the last several weeks about an increase in shifter sightings. Again, no proof. Christa had checked.
She could pull up anything from the Internet. Social networks like Facebook and YouTube were the best places to look for the weird and unusual.
There hadn’t been a human attack by a shifter since she’d killed the beast in her home eight years ago. It had been her first encounter with what she now knew was called a mutant, a half-animal, half-human creature with no regard for life—its own or others’.
However, Vance Miller believed a civil war was raging among the breeds that had spilled over into the human world. There was something he’d left out, something bigger than he wanted her and the others in Shield to believe. So what if the shifters were at war with one another and killing themselves? Was it the mutants? If so, then they deserved what they got. They’d created the damned creatures; they could all go to hell as far as she cared.
It wasn’t Shield’s place to get involved in the shifters’ civil war. Shield was a human-run group of rebels that went above the law to protect mankind from the were-kind or shifters, as they liked to be called. She didn’t care what they called themselves as long as they left the humans alone. So far, in the eight years she’d been with Shield, the shifters had. However, there was the occasional mishap—like the mating-gone-wrong situation her sister had suffered.
Mary didn’t have the chance to run when her mate turned on her in a fit of jealous rage. Or at least that’s what Christa believed happened. Her niece and nephew, fraternal twins Brenna and Bryce, had been only eight at the time and thankfully not at home to witness how their mother died.
However, Christa had been the one to ID the body.
From that day forward, Christa had fought for Shield to protect humans from the shifter races.
Up until a few months ago, Shield hadn’t attacked innocents or started wars between the shifters, but then Vance had stepped in as the new leader of Shield. He’d changed the way the others thought, more like manipulated them into believing his load of bullshit. She wasn’t sure how he’d done it, but the others just bowed down to him and believed every lie out of his mouth.
How could they be so blind to his cause?
Then again, the other soldiers couldn’t detect a shifter like she could. Sure, they all had training to know what to look for. Eye color was the biggie. Most shifters had an unusual coloring, and when they were challenged or provoked, their eyes seemed to glow. Plus the pupils were ref
lective like the animal that lived within.
Christa had lived with two shifters for the last seven years. She’d been there when Brenna and Bryce shifted for the first time. She’d also helped them control their wolves, thanks to the information her sister had shared with her when she was alive.
“My sources tell me that the rise in shifter attacks points to a hybrid Pack of wolves and leopards called Ashwood Falls,” Vance said then tapped on the table to get her attention.
She met his gaze and held it until he looked away, but not before she caught the flashing shift of color in his irises. Satisfied she wasn’t being paranoid about what he was, she asked, “How trustworthy is this source? Why haven’t we heard about attacks from our police contacts? It should be all over the Internet.”
Vance set his jaw and turned away from them to study the map on the wall. “The shifters are very good at hiding these things from humans. You, of all people, should know that, Christa.”
Fucking ass…
What she really wanted to say was, “Like you, asshole,” but she refrained and squashed her temper down before it got her in trouble. Again. “How sure are you?” she asked in a slightly softer tone.
See? She could be calm and cool.
He peered at her over his shoulder and smiled one of those smiles that held no humor or amusement. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were protecting the shifters.”
She narrowed her eyes and wished she had the gift of pyrokinesis so she could light his ass on fire. Okay so maybe that was a little extreme, but she didn’t trust or like him. The darkness he held around him put her on edge every time he was near. “I wouldn’t want to go in and destroy the wrong den when there could be a bigger threat out there. I just like to be sure.”
