Abbey's Protectors [Beckett's Wolf Pack, Triad Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)
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“You belong to us, Abbey,” he murmured in her ear, biting down on it lightly.
“Yes,” she whispered, reaching back to grab his waist to hang onto him as he continued his slow thrusts into her.
“Where is everyone?” Clay’s voice called from downstairs.
Come up here and show our mate who she belongs to, Clay.
Heavy feet sounded on the stairs as Clay rushed up to their bedroom. He stood in the doorway panting heavily—not from exertion but from desire.
“Sweet hell!” he muttered.
He kicked off his boots and ripped off his uniform as he approached them, his cock already hard and leaking as he watched the beauty of lovemaking before him. Stepping toward them he growled as Abbey opened her arms to him. He embraced her immediately, holding her tightly against his chest as Hunter continued his thrusts, pushing her against Clay repeatedly.
“Clay,” Abbey moaned.
“I’ve got you, honey,” he told her, holding her securely in his arms, loving the feel of her hard belly pressing against him. His heart beat rapidly as he thought about this woman that they loved beyond reason protecting and nurturing their cub within her womb.
“I need you,” she whispered.
“Whatever you need, Mate,” he whispered as he kissed her lips tenderly.
“Wrap your arms around my neck, Abbey,” Hunter told her, smiling as she immediately lifted her arms and anchored her hands behind his neck. He reached down and wrapped his hands around her inner thighs, lifting her and spreading her open for Clay.
“Beautiful,” Clay whispered as their mate was displayed before him, wide open and offered to him. He ran his palm across her breasts, smiling as she moaned at his touch. Continuing down across her belly, he reached between her legs and gently stroked her folds. Her desire drenched him, and he closed his eyes in pleasure at the thought of her body wanting his.
“Please, Clay,” she whimpered.
Taking hold of his cock, he rubbed the head slowly across her pink folds, pulling a moan from her. Placing it carefully, he pushed inside of her slowly. His moans equaled hers as he slowly rocked himself deep within her. The fit was tight as he shared her body with Hunter, and he was nearly mindless with need as he felt himself completely surrounded by her warmth.
“So good, baby,” he whispered, leaning his head on her shoulder as he took deep breaths to control himself.
Abbey lowered one of her arms so she could draw Clay closer to her while still holding onto Hunter. She couldn’t get close enough to the men that she loved.
“I’m ready when you guys are,” she told them, her voice strained.
She couldn’t help but laugh softly as she heard both her men chuckle against her shoulders. That laughter quickly turned to deep moans as her men began to move in tandem. She was continually filled with one or the other. She loved the feeling of fullness and was completely at peace with the feeling of total ownership. She loved that she belonged to these men just as she loved that they belonged to her.
“Yes, baby, we belong to you,” Clay told her as both he and Hunter heard her thoughts and experienced her feelings.
Picking up speed and thrusting harder, they worked together to bring their mate the most pleasure they could. They felt Abbey’s nails digging into their necks, fueling their desire. Her moans made their heart race. It wasn’t long before their canines dropped and they struck into the delicate skin of her shoulders, biting their mating marks and claiming her once again.
Their climaxes barreled through them, drawing a long scream from Abbey and growls of ownership from the men. Their seed shot from their shafts in waves of pleasure, repeating in strength and intensity as their mating knots engaged and drew more moans of ecstasy from all three of them. They held Abbey securely between them, neither man ever wanting to let her go.
“I like the way you welcome us home, Abbey,” Clay told her, smiling as he heard both Abbey and Hunter chuckling at his words.
The happiness that filled their hearts and their home lulled them to such contentment. There was nothing that would ever equal the beauty of their lives together.
* * * *
Abbey paced the living room, walking from one side to the other as her men slept soundly in their triad bed. She had woken up three hours before with severe cramping. Making use of the quiet time, she had gone into the study and worked on catching up with emails and notifications from several of her companies, glad to see that everything was running smoothly and realizing that she, Synthia, and Shelly had become very successful in running Tyler Industries from pack land.
She heard the soft tread of bare feet on the stairs and turned to see her two men walking toward her wearing nothing but their sexy black boxer briefs. She loved the way their underwear hugged their thigh muscles and showed off their tight rear ends. She smiled up at them as they took her loosely within their arms and rubbed her belly soothingly.
“Abbey, you’re in labor?” Hunter asked gently as he felt the tightening of her belly beneath his hand.
“Yes,” Abbey answered, breathing deeply through the contraction. “Hang on.”
They waited while the contraction ran its course, rubbing her belly and back gently to try to help ease her pain. When they felt the tightness of her abdomen easing, they kissed her temples lightly and stepped away, not wanting to overwhelm or crowd her.
“Okay, honey?” Clay asked.
Abbey nodded. “I think we should probably go to Drew’s office,” she told them softly. “The pains are getting closer together, and they’re getting stronger.”
“Why didn’t you wake us, sweetheart?” Hunter asked her gently.
“I just needed to walk through it and wrap my head around it,” Abbey told them honestly. “I needed some space to gather myself together.”
“What about now, honey?” Clay asked her.
“I need you with me. Okay?”
“Absolutely,” Hunter answered for both of them. “Go get dressed, Clay. I’ll stay with Abbey then you can stay with our mate while I get dressed.”
Clay nodded, turned, and rushed from the living room, taking the stairs three at a time to go to their bedroom. It was only a matter of seconds before he came back down the stairs and took his place beside Abbey. He dressed quickly as Hunter rocked her against his body as she hung on around his neck and did her best to remain calm as she worked through another contraction.
“Isn’t that kind of soon to be having another contraction?” he asked quietly, doing his best to remain calm so he wouldn’t panic Abbey.
“That’s kind of the reason I think we should get to Drew’s,” Abbey told him, reaching out once he was dressed so she could hang her arms around his neck and rock against him as another contraction took hold.
Hunter ran up the stairs and grabbed his clothes and Abbey’s robe. He ran down to take his place beside his mates and pulled on his clothes, his heart racing as he heard the increasing moans of pain that were escaping their mate.
“Abbey,” Hunter whispered, unsure what to do. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”
“Help me put on my robe,” she whispered, allowing her men to pull the terrycloth softness on her and tie it loosely around her belly.
“Now what, baby?” Clay asked.
“Get me the hell to Drew!”
Clay picked her up quickly and carried her from their home. Hunter pushed open the front door, slammed it closed quickly behind them, and led the way through pack land to Drew’s office. They had to stop three times as Abbey’s contractions demanded that they help her. By the time they arrived at the medical office, all three of them were covered in perspiration from the ordeal.
Banging on the office door, Hunter was ready to rip the damn thing off its hinges to get Abbey inside. It was only a matter of seconds before the door was opened by a sleepy Drew. He stepped back and allowed them to enter, never hesitating. His soothing presence helped them all to calm down considerably.
“How far apart are
the contractions?” he asked them as he led them into the birthing room.
“About one minute,” Clay answered, helping Abbey to sit on the birthing bed.
Hunter and Clay helped her undress and pull on the soft hospital gown. They held her hands as Drew examined her.
“Is she okay, Drew?” Hunter asked him worriedly.
“Yes,” Drew answered without hesitation. “Come on, Abbey, I need you to push when the next contraction starts. I don’t think this is going to take long at all.”
The next contraction happened quickly. Hunter and Clay helped Abbey to sit up and held her in place as their amazing mate pushed with all her strength to deliver their son.
“Abbey,” Hunter whispered, unable to finish his sentence.
“Tell me later,” Abbey told him, taking a deep breath and bearing down with every bit of strength that she had.
As the sun rose, casting colors of pink and blue over the mountains, their son was born.
* * * *
Abbey bobbed gently in the pool, smiling at her son as he gurgled happily as he splashed and kicked in the water. Leaning forward, she kissed his cheek tenderly, laughing when he reached out and grabbed her hair, fisting it in his mouth and sucking on it.
“You are just the most precious baby boy I have ever seen,” she told him happily.
She smiled at the features that he had obviously inherited from his fathers. He had Hunter’s black hair and Clay’s blue eyes. He had the disposition of an angel, and his sweet laughter and cheerful personality gave all three of them mindless happiness. He was absolutely perfect.
Hunter came out onto the back deck, stepping down into the pool and making his way over to her, smiling as he took his place by her side. He leaned forward and kissed his baby’s cheek, smiling against him as their son turned toward him and grabbed for his face. Hunter took the baby into his arms and held him securely against his chest.
“Love you, cub,” he whispered, kissing him again.
“He loves you, too, Hunter,” Abbey told him, reaching out and carding her fingers through his hair.
“By the Fates, I love him so much, Abbey,” Hunter told her, tracing the delicate eyebrows of their baby son.
“How can you help it, Hunter?” Clay asked him as he entered the pool and carefully waded over to them, leaning forward and kissing their son’s cheek sloppily. The baby giggled and reached out with his little hand and slapped at Clay’s face happily, causing all three of them to laugh.
“My father came to me in a dream last night,” Abbey told them quietly. “He thanked me for giving him a grandson to love. He also said how honored he was that we named our son after him.”
When she looked at her mates, she saw the loving smiles on their faces. Leaning toward them, she kissed each of them gently, whispering against their lips how much she loved them.
“Abbey,” Clay whispered, reaching out to touch her cheek lightly.
Abbey looked at him and winked. “What, Poppa?”
The words Clay was about to speak vanished with the emotion he felt at being referred to as ‘poppa’ completely overwhelmed him and filled him with happiness.
Abbey turned to face Hunter and smiled. “Did you have something to say, Daddy?” she asked him softly.
Hunter’s face softened as she called him ‘daddy’ and made his heart soar with love. Abbey knew her men were completely happy with their roles as fathers, and they both looked forward to bringing more children into the world with her.
“Neither of you have to say anything,” she told them gently. “I know what’s in your heart. I know how much you love our son and how much you love me.”
“We do, baby,” Clay answered for both of them.
“That’s good, because I love you both, too,” she told them, leaning forward to kiss them both quickly.
Their son took that moment to giggle and kick his legs out happily, splashing them all. The three of them looked at him and smiled. When Hunter and Clay looked up at Abbey and saw how she was looking at them so seriously, they reached out and touched her hands gently.
“When the beautiful lady told me you were going to find me and be the men who were meant to be mine, I honestly never thought it was possible. But I was wrong. You’re more than I could have ever hoped for. I’m so thankful that you’re mine.”
“We feel the same about you, sweetheart,” Hunter told her softly.
“You’re the perfect mate for us, honey,” Clay added.
“You’re the perfect mates for me, and the most wonderful fathers for our baby,” Abbey told them.
“Yeah?” Hunter asked, winking at her.
Abbey smiled and nodded. “Yes,” she answered without hesitation, her voice soft and filled with every bit of love she had for them. “You’re both the perfect friends, lovers, mates, fathers, and protectors.”
She leaned forward and rested her forehead against theirs as the three of them cuddled their son.
“And you’re mine,” she whispered.
THE END
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Lynnette Bernard is a fan of Broadway, the ocean, science fiction, romance, music, movies, books, and babies. She has two babies of her own that were the perfect children, who have turned out to be outstanding adults. She is a staunch advocate of “happily ever after” and changes the endings of any movie that she sees or book that she reads that doesn’t follow that rule. She has the hots for cowboys, shifters, vampires, and really nice guys and lives her fantasies about them through her writings. The cowboys of Colorado will always hold a special place in her heart.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
About the Author