Mackenzie's Surrender [The Solace Dawn 1] (Siren Publishing PolyAmour)

by Jorja Kish

  It was unanimous as all four of them fell into each other’s arms and started their day, their future with a kiss.

  Chapter 36

  A soft groan fell from Mackenzie’s lips, wincing from the awful gurgle in her belly before her eyes flew open with panic. She bolted from the cocoon of hard limbs and harder cocks that pressed into her soft, pliant body, causing her men to stir from their sleep.

  “Oh, oh crap!” she gasped.

  She had one hand on her belly while the other covered her mouth. Sliding off the bed and landing on her feet with a thump, she swayed a bit to get her balance before streaking across the bedchamber to the bathing suite.

  Braydok lifted his head and frowned blinking back his sleep. “Baby, what’s wrong?” his sleep-rough voice asked.

  “Mac?” mumbled Setti, shifting the weight of Keene in his arms as his pint-size mate jerked awake with wide eyes.

  Her muffled voice, barely heard from her hand, had weakly called out over her shoulder, “I’m going to be sick!”

  The ebony sheets erupted in a scramble of men clawing to get out of the bed and race toward their infirmed woman.

  “Why are you sick?” Braydok gasped, landing on the cool floor before leaping toward Mackenzie’s back that slipped through the threshold of bathing suite.

  He was at the entrance with Setti hovering over his shoulder as Keene squirmed between them and popped into the room. His heart frantically pounded in his chest and his breaths were short gasps as he stood watching Keene kneel beside their woman. Sweat made his skin glisten, and his normal bronze skin tone was sallow and pale.

  Keene knelt next to Mackenzie, whose head hovered over the commode, making awful wrenching noises that made his belly curl with fear. He gently gathered her wave of hair and pulled it back from her face. Tears gleamed in his eyes as he helplessly watched his beloved heave and moan.

  A strong presence behind him has Keene leaning against Setti’s chest as his alpha tenderly rubbed Mackenzie’s back. From the corner of his electric-blue eyes, Keene spied Braydok ringing out a wet cloth before he knelt and gently brushed Mackenzie’s mouth when she stopped vomiting.

  She gave them a wan smile, her face fighting between flushing with embarrassment and paling from the queasiness that still churned in her upset belly. Their tender strokes and worried eyes touched her to the core of her soul.

  “I’m okay, honest,” she said, settling back on her knees, and sighed tiredly. The concern on her mates’ features made her glow inside and she managed to smile at their confused faces.

  “I’m fine. Take me back to bed and I’ll explain what happened. But first, I need to get this sour taste out of my mouth,” she said matter-of-factly, grinning at Braydok when he helped her to her feet.

  As if she were delicate crystal, her three men carefully watched over her as she squeezed out a paste from a light blue tube and rubbed it over her teeth and tongue, coating her mouth with the paste. Her mouth tingled with a light, minty taste as she sighed, grateful for the amazing amenities of her new world.

  “All done. Now take me to bed,” she ordered lightly.

  Setti gently picked her up off the floor and cradled her to his massive chest as he strode with in a purposeful gait. His heart slammed in his chest and the paleness of her skin had his insides clenching. No, she couldn’t be sick, not now, not ever. His inner turmoil shone through the crack in his stalwart mask he usually wore. Gods, don’t take her from us, he prayed.

  “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” Mackenzie promised when she heard his anguished cry to the heavens. “Trust me, me being sick this time will make you three very happy. Well, I hope you’ll be happy with the news,” she added quickly.

  Setti carefully crawled on the bed and placed her in the middle with her wedged between his legs as he settled. Braydok and Keene were on either side of them, their expectant eyes filled with worry and confusion. He kissed her temple and took a ragged breath, trying to calm his heart.

  Mackenzie’s heart warmed as she sank into Setti’s strong, capable embrace. She tenderly smiled and gathered Braydok and Keene’s hands in her own before she kissed their knuckles. She sighed contently when Setti curled his arms around her waist.

  “I’m not really sick, not like you think. This has happened to me before and I came out of it just fine. In fact, a wonderful gift came from this early sickness. I’ll be fine in a few weeks, I hope.” She nodded when each of her men frowned and shook their heads.

  “I don’t like you sick.” Keene frowned.

  Mackenzie kissed his palm and whispered against it tenderly, “I love you, Keene.” She did the same for Braydok, kissing his knuckles and whispering her love for him. Tilting her head for Setti to kiss her, she sealed the kiss with her breathless proclamation of love for him. Tears gathered in her eyes, stunned with the miracle growing inside of her body.

  “I’m pregnant,” she simply stated, and giggled at her men’s stunned features. She nodded her head to confirm her confession.

  The silence in the room erupted into masculine laughter and cooing tones as they showered her with kisses and tender strokes.

  “Are you sure? I mean, are you positive?” Keene asked, bouncing on his knees, his face a vision of joy.

  “I’m ninety-nine percent sure, but a visit with a doctor will confirm it. As strange as it is, I feel our baby inside of me. Maybe the conversion made it possible, but regardless, I’m pregnant.” She laughed, throwing her arms around Keene and hugging him tight before she whispered in his ear, “I think we should get you pregnant, too, sweetie.”

  Keene’s mouth dropped and his eyes rapidly blinked back his sudden tears. “Really?” he said hesitantly.

  Mackenzie squeezed his hand, gave him a loving smile before she raised her voice, and asked, “So how about we get our mate Keene preggers too?”

  Setti’s deep voice was the first to answer. The heat in it was clearly an answer in itself. “I would love to give Keene our child.”

  His pale eyes heated and incredibly tender, too, as he brushed a strand of golden hair behind Keene’s delicate ear. His eyes found Braydok when his other mate placed a soft kiss on Keene’s neck and seconded the eagerness to give Keene their child.

  “That’s right, Bray, taste him,” Setti panted.

  Mackenzie giggled, her cheeks warming. The thought of watching her three mates make love to each other had her squirming with pleasure from the act. She wiggled from her men and shooed their hands away as she crawled to the headboard of their ginormous bed and settled her back against the cool frame.

  “God, the three of you are gorgeous together.” She sighed, her passion swelling.

  Lord, she was going to enjoy watching them touching each other so much that it fired her blood. Her breath quickened before she huskily ordered her mates to take Keene.

  “Fuck him. Setti, Braydok, give him your seed.”

  Deep male chuckles spiked Mackenzie’s lust higher. Her bright eyes darkened with her growing lust. She watched their strong hands glide down the smoothness of Keene’s elegant and beautiful limbs. Her breath caught in her throat when Setti lapped at the tight sac of Keene’s swollen balls as Braydok engulfed her little mate’s cock in one swallow and had him crying out from the pleasure of his mates.

  Panting softly, Mackenzie spread her legs. She trailed her fingers over her full breasts and cupped them tight before pinching her nipples, twisting them to give her that pleasure-pain she needed on occasion.

  “So good. Watching you three is making me hot,” she whimpered passionately.

  Her fingers trailed over her belly to stroke the gentle swell where their child lay quiet and content in her womb. Downward her fingers glided as she watched Setti mount Keene, pushing his cock into the tight body that rolled and grinded on the bed.

  Her men were exquisite. Fingers shaking, her pussy drenched with her hunger, she lifted her knees and opened her thighs wider. The pad of her thumb pressed against her engorged clit, causing her to m
oan loudly just as two fingers slid into her body. She pumped her fingers in tune with Setti’s powerful thrusts that had Keene begging to fuck him harder.

  Her eyes pooled with lust. “ Oh yes,” she hissed, watching Setti take Keene while Braydok hovered close, stroking his engorged cock, teasing Keene’s open mouth with the red, bulbous tip that smeared pearly pre-cum across Keene’s plush lips.

  Mackenzie arched her back and muffled her scream through her teeth as her orgasm slammed into her. She collapsed against the pillows and headboard with her fingers buried in her pussy and her heart drumming in her chest. Unearthly pleasure saturated her cells, leaving her weak and content as a kitten with saucer of sweet milk.

  “Mine,” she sighed, enjoying the pleasure of her men writhing together in male heat.

  She settled against the disarray of pillows and gingerly stroked her body softly as she watched, with love in her eyes, her men making love to each other.

  She was in love with three wonderful and exciting men who were her entire world. She was finally home. She was their Sheeala, and every day, she surrendered to them body and soul. Her heart demanded it.

  Epilogue

  The female huddled on the cold, metal floor. She whimpered, straining to hear any sound that would alert her of the one who came to her each day. Shaking uncontrollably with fear for the man who promised to stop his torture, there was only one thing she had to do. She only had to succumb to his wishes.

  “Please, please, go away, forget about me, find someone else.” Shame flooded her soul. She hated her weakness. How could she want this for another woman to bear? Was she the monster her angelic captor finally created?

  A low moan of despair had her mewling. She would eventually give him what he wanted. She wasn’t strong enough to fight against him. Even now, in her deepest horror, she needed to hear the clip of his boots approach her dark prison.

  “God, no,” she sobbed, scratching at her face to stop the twisted longing in her thoughts. She didn’t want him in her cell, but she did.

  To her shame, she needed to see his angelic features as he entered her cell, despite the pain he would inflict on her, feeding her disturbing need to please him. Bile rose in her throat, and she choked it down with gasps.

  The awful truth forced a sob to escape her bruised and bloodied lips, knowing in the deepest, darkest part of her soul that that this time, when he came for her, she would finally succumb to his will. This day, she would be the one who helped topple the Resistance with her weakness and shame.

  The faint click of booted heels had her throat constricting. Terror and longing spiked her insides, her resolve weakening, her mind slipping into blessed madness as the cell door hissed open, revealing the male who blackened her heart and destroyed her soul.

  “Shall we begin, my little Breeder?” The bright-fuchsia-eyed devil grinned a horrible smile, showing off the gleaming, sharp teeth that enjoyed causing pain and suffering.

  The door closed as the first wave of screams bounced off the circular chamber.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Jorja Kish firmly believes there are opportunities everywhere, waiting to be discovered. She urges everyone to take that leap of faith and make their dreams come true. She also believes that anyone can fall in love and deserve their happily ever after. And when the world gets crazy she also thinks a strong cup of coffee can fix anything. Jorja also considers chocolate a food group and she indulges in the sweet gooey treat as much as she can.

  She parks her squeaky chair in rural Ontario and is grateful to wake up every day and live the life she has now. Her days are usually filled with hot, naughty scenes and tender moments between her characters. And what could be better than writing stories about yummilicious men who know how to make a T-shirt sexy and leather pants a turn-on? Yet, she still finds the time to spoil her cats with many cuddles and keeps her boisterous family in line. Jorja loves to laugh and share her quirky personality with anyone brave enough to be her friend. And one more thing, Jorja doesn’t believe in good-byes so instead she simply says take care and cheers.

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