Her surprised gaze met his smug one.
“Werewolves are a lusty bunch,” he said. “Doesn’t take long to recover. Plus, seeing Leo plow you really turned me on.”
“Yeah, me, too,” she said, yanking on his shoulders. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
He wasted no time slipping inside her and stroking her into a frenzied rhythm. He tugged a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, and pleasure made her gasp. She dug her nails into his ass and met his thrusts, and then stars exploded, and she felt like the whole world was spinning.
And then it was.
She felt her heart stall as her body seized.
Chris’s face went white and then Leo was there, too, and she couldn’t tell them thank you because it was getting dark.
Then there was nothing.
* * *
“SHE’S ALIVE,” SAID Theo, “but her heart has an irregular beat.”
“She’s gonna die unless you change her,” said Chris. He looked at Leo. They were both standing next to the dusty old couch, staring down at their mate. She was breathing erratically, her skin gray, and her lips tinged blue. He might not have wanted her in the beginning, but he did now.
“If I change her, she will lose the baby.”
“And if you don’t, she’ll--” Chris gaped at the vampire. When Raven had collapsed they could think of nothing else to do but go to Theo and March and admit their duplicity. March had expected the Elders to come after him eventually, but he seemed less worried about their confession than he did about protecting Victoria. She was upstairs packing. Chris and Leo had not told them about Raven or the vampire queen’s assassination plot. First, they had to save Raven. Then they would figure out what to do next.
“She’s with child?”
“Very recent,” said the vampire, giving Leo a pointed look.
“That’s impossible. It’s too soon to know.”
“Trust me,” said March. “He speaks the truth.”
“I will give her the bite.” Another werewolf strode into the living room, flipping shut a cell phone. “My grandmother Leona says I must do this for you.”
They’d smelled another werewolf around the perimeter, but hadn’t seen him. Chris didn’t know him at all. And neither, apparently, did Leo.
“You’re Leona’s grandson?”
He nodded, but offered no other information. “My magic gets its strength from sex.”
“You’re not having sex with her,” said Chris, moving to block the wolf.
“It doesn’t have to be with her,” he responded. “And I’m not particularly attracted to females.” He let his black gaze slide over Chris.
Leo growled.
“Stop,” said Chris. He reached back and took Leo’s hand. “Look, I’ll suck your dick if it means you can save her.”
“What about the baby?” asked Leo. Chris could tell Leo wasn’t in the sharing mood. He’d claimed his mates, and watching Chris suck another werewolf’s cock while he bit Raven wasn’t setting well with his alpha tendencies.
The werewolf shrugged. “Werewolves are strong, there is a good chance the baby will survive the change. But I cannot guarantee it.”
“I suggest y’all do something,” said a honeyed voice from the doorway. The blonde practically glowed with vitality. And she was nearly full term. Her small hands rested on her rounded tummy. “C’mon,” she said to Theo and March. “Let’s give them their privacy.”
The werewolf undid the buttons to his jeans and pulled out his cock. Chris looked at him. “You mind if I know your name before I suck your dick?”
“Rolf,” he said. “And your woman is dying.”
Leo lifted Raven to a seated position. Rolf sat on the edge of the couch and brought her close, so that his mouth rested on the point between her neck and shoulder blade. Chris got to his knees and sucked on the flaccid penis protruding from Rolf’s jeans.
It hardened in his mouth, and Rolf moaned, shifting so Chris could take even more. Chris worked his shaft with hands and mouth, using every damned skill he had.
As Rolf ejaculated, he glowed Wilmont. Sparks danced in the air, the man’s face elongated into a snout, and then he sprouted sharp teeth. He leaned down and bit Raven.
The magic flowed between Rolf and Raven, and when Rolf finally let her go, her skin was bleeding and bruised. And she was still gray and limp.
“Son-of-a-bitch!” yelled Leo.
“Now, we wait,” said Rolf, as if the two males weren’t pissed off at him. Chris moved away, sitting near Leo, who put a hand on his shoulder.
Rolf rose and straightened himself up, re-buttoning his jeans. He slanted a look at Chris. “Thanks for the blow job. You’re really good.”
“And you’re really an asshole.”
Rolf laughed and sauntered out of the room.
* * *
WHEN RAVEN WOKE up, she was pinned between two men on a really comfortable bed. Chris and Leo held her as though she was fragile, but she felt the opposite. She felt strong. Wonderful. Something felt different about her.
She could smell them. Her boys. Not unpleasant scents. Leo was sandalwood, and Chris… his scent was a little like pine.
“Hey,” she said. She couldn’t move, and she was starving. “Hey! Is there an IHOP or what around here?”
“Raven.” Chris’s blue gaze caressed her face. “You’re okay.”
He put a hand against her heart, and she realized it was beating strong and steady. She felt healthy. That was the difference. Holy shit.
“Raven.” Leo put his hand over Chris’s and Raven felt some serious warm fuzzies.
“What happened?”
“You’re werewolf now,” said Leo. “We made the choice because…”
“We didn’t want to lose you.”
“Okay,” she said. “I guess it worked.”
“Yes. And it appears that you are with child.”
She stared at Leo for so long, he blushed. “Excuse me?”
“Preggers,” confirmed Chris. “But not mated. Not yet. Unless you want to.”
Raven couldn’t even think for a minute. Then it hit. She was gonna be a freaking mommy. And these two men wanted her. She had love blossoming right here, right now. From death to second chance… damn, she was lucky. “Well, I’m not raising a baby alone,” she said primly. “So we’re doing the mating thing.”
Their relief was palpable. “There’s more to talk about,” said Leo. “We must tell Theo about Queen Fiona.”
“And decide if we should return to the pack or stand with March,” added Chris.
She grabbed their chins. “First, we mate. Then, we eat. And then, we plot.”
Leo kissed her. When he was done turning her to Jell-O, Chris took his turn. As they made love to her, Raven thought about the future, a real future with two men, and a baby, and… well, werewolf stuff.
Her heart was beating because of these two men.
And her heart was beating for them, too.
***The End***
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