9781631054099GracefulAcceptanceBeck

by Paloma Beck

  “All of you?” Grace asked, incredulously, her eyes wide in astonishment.

  Nods from each of her sisters.

  “Layla passed along these herbs from Adelina that opened our wombs for fertilization,” Paige explained.

  “Oh. Mamma.” Davina rolled her eyes. “Always at the root of everything is my mamma.”

  * * * *

  Trevor wrapped his arms around Grace’s shoulders and leaned against her from behind. She looked sullen as her eyes surveyed the vineyards surrounding them. With Davina preparing her shop for their time away and nothing more for them to do before they left, Grace looked lost.

  “Grace, Princess, you need only ask for anything you want. I will be happy to send someone to get it or go with you but I will not let you wander about on your own.”

  Grace, Trevor, and Davina had been staying in the Santucci’s guesthouse, which Adelina was trying to convince them to turn into their permanent residence. Trevor was hopeful they might be able to renovate their cabin and move higher into the woods surrounding the vineyard. He knew that’s what Grace wanted, and he could admit having more distance between them and Davina’s family would be nice.

  Trevor knew Grace had been going stir crazy. They were just a few days away from leaving for their Pronouncement in Italy, and Grace had a few last-minute errands. Errands Trevor refused to let her run.

  “And Davina is where?” Grace asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

  “Davina has a guard at her shop’s front door. Your guard just happens to be me, your fabulously sexy and charming mate.” Trevor gave Grace that grin he knew she couldn’t resist. “So where are we off to?”

  “Ugh. I don’t see why I need security like this anymore. It’s too much.”

  Despite her outrage at feeling confined, Trevor also saw the fear flash in her eyes before she looked away. He simmered his anger and lowered his voice. “Princess, I know we’ve been on heightened security for a long time now but it’s nearly over. Until that prophecy is fulfilled on this trip, you must be protected. If for any reason we’ve missed a threat, each of you could still be in danger. It’s not a risk any of us men are willing to take.”

  She relaxed into him just as he knew she would. If he could only learn to gentle his voice with her more often, but sometimes it was difficult to remember to alter his approach with each of his mates. Grace needed soft while Davina wanted it real. It would get easier, he counseled himself.

  “You must know that I could never forgive myself if I allowed any harm to come to you.”

  Grace spoke quietly, her words barely audible when she asked, “Because I am your mate?”

  “No, Grace. Because I love you. Sono così pazzo d'amore per te che morirei per te! I love you so much, for you I'd die and I cannot risk losing you.”

  All the fight and tension drained out of Grace at his honesty. He’d yet to tell her he loved her, but he needed her to know. He needed both of his mates to know that he may have fallen into this, he may have been clueless about his role in the prophecy, but now, he couldn’t be happier.

  Soon he’d introduce his mates to his parents. He would be proud to stand with them at their Pronouncement and offer himself to them for the remainder of his life. They would be nearby to the village in Italy where he grew up, the village where the prophecy originated thousands of years ago. He’d been ignorant to the details of the prophecy and had been astounded to learn just how close he’d been to all this history.

  Trevor knew their Pronouncement would be a marked occasion for their race, and especially for the original families still residing in the village. They were the guardians of the sacred land. His mother and the other ladies still tended the gardens around the sanctuary and on the hillside near the tomb—the tomb that he’d always thought of as the cave where he played with the other little boys growing up.

  Trevor shook his head at how much he now knew. The idea that he would play a role in releasing the women of the Magdalena Circle from their curse left him feeling humble. His mates had no idea what a gift they brought him, and damn if he wouldn’t spend the rest of his time showing them just how important they were to him.

  * * * *

  Grace ran her hands down Trevor’s bare chest. After his confession of love, she needed to feel him close. She ran her fingers through the soft sprinkles of curls on his chest and trailing down his abdomen. She brushed the shock of curly hairs at his groin before she reached with a firmer grip to hold his cock in her hand. Trevor gasped. She’d never been so forward. In the few weeks they had spent locked away at the cabin, Davina had been the aggressor, but Grace was learning.

  Trevor closed his eyes. He appeared relaxed, but his rough voice told Grace he wasn’t. “What has gotten into you, Princess?”

  “I need to be close to you,” Grace confessed as she moved her body lower. She brought her mouth down along the same line she’d been tracing with her finger as Trevor watched through lowered lashes. She locked eyes with him so he could see her desire and know what she wanted without words.

  Her body grew warmer as she watched his eyes dilate. He wanted her, and Goddess, she wanted this. Never had she imagined craving a man, but this man was now indispensable. She absolutely needed him and she needed this moment with him. There wasn’t a single doubt or fear inside her.

  Grace ran her fingers across his chest and down the ripples of his abdomen again, marveling at Trevor’s sinewy, tight muscles beneath soft flesh. When he tried to pull her back up, Grace resisted, pulled free, and drew a wet line with her tongue down his delicious body.

  Grace paused when she got to his cock. It was thick and, if she were being honest, a wee bit scary. She bit her lower lip and considered her next move. Shaking her head at herself, Grace closed her eyes and closed her mouth around the head of his cock. She used her tongue to lick him with firm strokes up the sides, feeling the grooves and ridges below his firm, smooth skin. Then her tongue found the knot just below the head’s ridge and teased it just as Davina had told her to do.

  Trevor stiffened and put his hand on her head. “Whoa. You can’t do that or I won’t be able to hold back. I don’t want it over yet.”

  She didn’t want it over yet either. Grace’s mouth began to water with need and she hummed as her own excitement grew. Her body screamed for release—a flood of moisture in her core—but she wanted to give this to him. For just this time, Grace yearned to control their intimacy. She reveled in the power she held over his body and the knowledge that she was capable of giving this pleasure.

  Grace licked up and down his length with little flicks of her tongue. Her confidence grew and she ran her tongue all around to feel his velvety skin before she licked more of his salty pre-cum from the tip. Trevor was yummy.

  “Princess, you don’t have to do this,” Trevor explained. His hand was on her head and as much as he told her she could stop, his body held her to him.

  Grace pulled her mouth from his cock and looked up at him. He was beautiful, and she wanted to give this gift to him. Bending her head down again, she used her tongue to lick the drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock. Then she gripped the base of his shaft with her hand and shivered when she saw that her fingers didn’t reach all the way around. She was so small in comparison to him, something she loved about being with him. She felt protected.

  She felt Trevor’s muscles coil beneath her hand and decided it was time. She had brought him close using all the tricks she’d watched Davina employ. In one slow movement, Grace slid the smooth shaft into her mouth, lapping it with her tongue as it passed smoothly in. She stopped only when she felt it touch the back of her throat. He was still only partially in so she stroked towards the root with her hand. He felt wonderful, warm and wet, hard and smooth.

  She worked him out and back in with a steady rhythm. “Mmm,” she hummed as she moved him out and back in deeper.

  Trevor caught on to her rhythm and began softly tugging on her hair, massaging her head to the same tem
po. Grace felt a fine sheen of sweat form along his body that had her nipples sliding against the fine hairs of his thighs. She looked up at him while keeping his cock firmly at the back of her mouth. She felt through their bond the effect she was having on him. She’d never felt more power in her life. He was ready to explode. She had brought him here.

  Now, she’d finish this. Grace wanted to see his release, taste it, and hear it. She quickened her pace while maintaining the rhythm she now knew he liked. She stroked harder as Trevor let go and, shifting his hips, pumped his shaft in and out of her mouth. Grace tightened her lips on him, forming a suction, and drew out a loud groan from Trevor. He was panting and his head moved from side to side. She was pleased with herself as she saw her strong mate lose control at her hands.

  Then, absolutely certain what was coming next, Grace took Trevor’s cock deep into her throat. She swallowed around his shaft just before she felt the pulsing of his release. She swallowed every drop he spilled, relishing in the knowledge she had brought him this pleasure. Goddess, she could get used to this power.

  Chapter Seven

  Trevor lay holding his mate, his sweet Grace, as she slept in his arms. When she’d initiated sex with him and then had taken his cock into her mouth, he’d nearly lost it immediately. It was just something he didn’t imagine her doing. She was the timid one. Now, his Davina was another story. He’d come to expect that straight forwardness—maybe a bit of bossiness—from Davina. Tonight though, Grace had blown his mind.

  Grace was snuggled into his side, exhausted from her own orgasm that he’d insisted on after he’d regained his senses. Trevor tried to be still and allow her to recover, but sleep wasn’t in his future. It seemed every time he took one of his mates, he couldn’t settle down until he had the other. The knowledge that two fantastic women belonged to him was a rush.

  He felt her sultry little movements along his body and realized Davina had caught him unaware. Thank the Goddess she was home. Trevor turned his head toward her, but couldn’t move without disturbing Grace.

  “Glad you’re home. You need to hire employees.” Trevor spoke to her while she undressed.

  For his benefit, she didn’t use her power, but slowly stripped down to her nakedness. Then she lay down on her side and brought her bright red lips to his. Trevor leaned in and bit her lower lip. He drank in her cherry flavor, then licked along the seam of her plump lips until she opened to let his tongue slip in. Trevor tried to be soft as he kissed her and explored the rounded curves of her body, but he was finding it hard to fight back his need. He used firm strokes from her breasts, trailing down her side to her waist, and to the globes of her ass. Trevor kneaded her flesh as it grew warm in his hands. He hungered for her.

  Breaking the kiss, Davina spoke, “I smell sex.”

  “Yes, you do. The little princess got frisky tonight.”

  “She did? What did she do?”

  “Rolled on top of me, held me down and gave me head.” Trevor exaggerated a bit for effect.

  Davina quirked her eyebrow, knowing well enough not to believe the story.

  “Okay, but she did give me head,” he admitted.

  Davina nodded. “Good girl, Grace. I saw her watching me like she was studying the technique last week. She’s never been with a man before, you know.”

  “I guessed that though you wouldn’t know it from the blow she gave. I also guessed you were her first woman?”

  “You guessed right. She is all ours and we’ll never have to share,” Davina agreed.

  “Just with each other, and I happen to know that we are very good sharers,” Trevor whispered in Davina’s ear.

  As gently as possible, Trevor kissed Grace’s head. “Davina is home, Princess. Want to help me greet her?”

  Grace opened her eyes, smiled at Davina, and rolled herself off Trevor. “Tired,” she mumbled as her head hit the pillow.

  Trevor and Davina laughed. Then Davina ran her fingers through Trevor’s curls and brought his head back to hers. They kissed, mouths fusing, as Trevor positioned himself above Davina. Her legs opened to spread around his hips and her hot center pressed against his groin. Fuck, just a single pivot of his hips and he could slide home. Trevor balanced on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush her as he marveled at her deep blue eyes that seemed flecked with brown sugar. Her dark slanted eyebrows and narrow cheekbones gave her an aristocratic appearance that scared some people off. Trevor found it sexy. Her confidence, and occasional dominance, was smoking.

  “Watch me while I move inside you. I want to see your every reaction,” Trevor leaned down and whispered in Davina’s ear.

  Sitting back, he ran his fingers over smooth skin before touching her wet folds. His finger eased inside and Davina let out a gasp. While he moved his fingers gently in and out of her, Trevor lowered his mouth to her generous breasts, greedy for a taste of the dark rosy nipples pointing toward him and begging for attention. Who was he to deny his mate anything? His tongue licked while his teeth nipped softly.

  “Are you ready for me yet?” Trevor asked in a light teasing tone.

  “Do I feel ready?” Davina shot back.

  Trevor laughed. Goddess, Davina was a handful and he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Her scent filled his nostrils as he took a deep breath and aligned his cock to her core. Her body bowed toward him as she gazed up at him with curious eyes. Small bursts of colored light released from her body like a starting gun.

  With Davina’s body fully open to him, Trevor pressed forward until he was fully seated inside her core. Their eyes remained connected to one another, watching all the emotion swirling inside them and around them through her powers. She looked beautiful laid out beneath him with her dark black hair a contrast on the white sheets. Her eyes gleamed with lust and he couldn’t resist a moment longer. As much as he wanted to savor the moment, to take it slow, he couldn’t hold back.

  Trevor pivoted his hips, thrusting in and out while he built into a rhythm more forceful than he would use on Grace. His need to connect with Davina while still having Grace’s scent on him was so great that he couldn’t stop himself from indulging his power. He allowed his strength full reign as he drove into her. Everything was beyond the stopping point.

  Davina’s breathing quickened and she fought for breath as her back arched with each of Trevor’s thrusts. He placed his hands under her buttocks to raise her hips off the bed and reach a different angle. With each rounded globe of her ass held in his large hands, Trevor adjusted until he found that spot he’d been looking for, the one that would blow her mind. It wasn’t long before he felt her shudder. Davina was close. And thank fuck because he was close himself and no way was he shooting off before his mate.

  Afraid of disturbing Grace, Trevor took Davina’s mouth just as a scream was ready to pierce the room. She screamed into his mouth as her inner muscles squeezed his cock. She brought him over the edge with her. He continued to pump into her as they both came down from their high. Then Trevor used one of his sharp teeth to bite her lower lip and instantly drew blood. The scent alone raised his arousal again, but the taste was even better. The life-sustaining blood he took from his brothers as an unmated Breed didn’t have the same qualities of a mate’s blood. Now that he tasted of his mates, nothing else could sustain him again.

  Trevor felt Davina bite into his skin and groaned at the sensation of her drinking from him as well. The rush of their combined blood in their mouths was powerful. He moaned and moved his hardening shaft slowly inside her channel. He could feel each tendon as Davina’s cunt grabbed him to hold him inside her. His mate met him thrust for thrust as their heat built once again.

  Davina pushed her hips against him as he penetrated her with both cock and teeth. She was sitting up now, face to face with him, and tiny fingers reached from behind her to finger her nipples. They’d woken Grace, but she didn’t seem to mind as she joined in, her fingers nimbly pinching and twisting Davina’s hardened buds. Letting go of Trevor’s lip, Davina threw her he
ad back.

  “Grace, Trevor, I’ve never… Oh Goddess… Please, please, more,” Davina called out nonsensical words as she rode Trevor.

  For a woman, she had extraordinary strength as her inner walls locked onto his cock and drew out every ounce of life force he had to give. Trevor was wiped out, but still his rigid shaft refused to soften. He stayed inside of Davina as she came down from her orgasm.

  They shifted to lay down, Grace on Davina’s other side. Their tongues tangled in a melody they’d become accustomed to. Their post-sex kisses were lazy and slow. Their blood mixed with the slight residual flavor of his semen on Grace’s tongue, an intoxicating blend.

  Trevor would remember these days of their Acclimation with fondness as their bodies connected and learned the rhythm of the others. For the rest of their time on earth, the three of them would take their sustenance from one another. They would live and die together, and that knowledge gave him peace.

  * * * *

  Their arrival in the Village of Origin was as chaotic as Davina had imagined. It was a small farming village in central Italy. There were few accommodations, but their two families—the Santuccis and the Sinsters—were able to find two large homes they could share. Many of the villagers, all of whom were of their race, were excited to hear the reason for their visit. The prophecy was at last being fulfilled. Hundreds would be attending their Pronouncement. For their race, it was more than simply another ceremony. It would change their world.

  First though, she would meet the people who’d raised the man that had already changed her world. Trevor was nervous. Davina watched him run his fingers through his hair dozens of times during their flight and then again on the drive to the village. His demeanor shifted from playful to rigid, and she wasn’t sure he’d even spoken more than a few words. Those were only in response to being asked questions.