“That’s why she created Caliber,” Maximus stated.
“Yes. She had to remain anonymous. There were pack members who have not remained loyal to Venificus. She risked much to ensure your family’s continued growth and superiority. I am certain she will explain it all to you if and when she recovers.”
“Are you saying that we have traitors in our pack?” Luther inquired.
Dravo stared at him then nodded.
They all looked at Dravo then looked back at Charity.
Chapter 9
Charity ran through fields of wildflowers. The long white gown she wore danced in the breeze as she laughed and giggled. She kept glancing over her shoulder, smiling angelically as if someone was running with her.
She tried to see who they were, but the dream would not let her.
Looking ahead toward a line of trees and the forest, she saw darkness.
She stopped short just at the beginning of the entrance, sensing the danger. Death and evil so powerful she shook with fear lay through the trees just ahead.
She heard the men call her name and she yelled, “Stop!”
Dante, Luther, and Maximus ran straight into the forest.
Charity cried in pain and fear for their lives.
The spirits appeared around her.
“Why are you so upset? You do not need them”
Charity cried, “I do…I do need them.”
“Then take what is yours. Protect them from the evil.”
“But how? How can I help them?”
“Do you love them?”
Charity thought for a moment. How could she love three men, three wolves at the same time?
“Think with your heart, Princess, with your soul and all that is part of you.”
Charity felt the bond, the love she had for the triplets as waves of energy and desire filled her to her core.
“I love them.”
“Then use your gifts. Save them and let them claim you as their mate.”
Charity gazed back toward the darkness, hearing her men screaming in pain and anguish. Through teary eyes she raised her hands above her and cried out their names “Dante, Luther, Maximus, I love you!”
“I love you.”
* * * *
Maximus, Luther, and Dante all gathered around Charity on the bed. She had been tossing and turning, fighting some sort of dream or nightmare. They tried to console her, but it seemed as if she couldn’t hear them.
They were each worried, and they began to caress her arms, her legs, and her hair to soothe her pain. Then they heard her words. “Dante, Luther, Maximus, I love you.”
They locked gazes then took her hands and joined them in a circle with their own.
“I love yo—”
* * * *
Charity awoke, finding all three brothers holding her stare. They were connected so deeply at the moment that her whole body felt warm and tingly. It felt right, and for once in her life, she felt whole.
“We love you, too, our princess.” Dante broke the silence then leaned down and kissed her cheek. Luther followed, but Maximus was silent.
Charity shifted her body and instantly felt the pain. She closed her eyes, held her breath as she cringed.
“Don’t move, Charity. Just lie here and rest. We will take care of you,” Dante ordered.
Charity sighed as she readjusted her head on the pillow, waiting for the pain to subside.
“Are you okay?” Charity asked Dante, trying to hold his gaze, and he smiled.
“Thanks to you.” Dante caressed her cheek then scooted closer to her.
Her heart lifted with joy at the sight of his dimples. His coloring was back to normal, and he looked so handsome and sexy. A warm tingling coated her body on the inside. With his body close against hers, she felt compelled to sink against him and relish in his embrace.
“Let her rest.” The firm voice of Maximus stirred panic inside Charity’s stomach.
She slowly turned her head to capture his gaze and was surprised by the angry facial expression. Was he angry with her still? Did he not understand the reasoning behind her secrecy? She was shocked by the feelings of betrayal and distrust he projected. Charity also felt compelled to retaliate and challenge his authority. This was becoming second nature to their relationship.
“Are you still upset with me, Alpha?” she asked in a shaky breath. She wasn’t feeling a hundred percent yet.
“You need rest,” he answered firmly.
Charity turned her head in response to his verbal demand. Why was he so bossy? Then she looked back at Maximus, her anger getting the better of her.
“I’m fine,” she stated in between clenched teeth.
“You’re not fine. You can barely move. Give her space, Dante.” Maximus crossed his arms in front of his chest. From her lying down position, Maximus appeared gigantic and powerful. He was used to being in charge and giving orders. Their personalities would surely continue to clash.
His black shirt stretched across his pectoral muscles, and his forearms were bulging with muscles as well. She saw his tattoos which only added to his appeal. He had a look about him that surely made most back away in fear or intimidation. With the expression he held at the moment, the word “beware” should be flashing like a neon sign. She swallowed hard. Man, was he intense. Even though he wore a loose fitting pair of dark jeans, he looked mouthwatering. She remembered the way his firm buttocks felt in her hands. The way his iron-clad thighs pressed against her body and his thick, long fingers pulled orgasm after orgasm from her needy body. Oh my.
The stern expression, along with the two gold hoops and superior demeanor, gave her the chills. Add in the fact that Luther now caressed her hair and being surrounded by three sexually charismatic wolves aroused every erogenous zone of her body. Did nearly losing one of her mates to black magic cause her hormones to run amuck?
All she kept envisioning was their touch, their embrace, and what it would be like to be made love to by them.
Dante locked gazes with Maximus, and Luther stepped in to assist before a real argument took place.
“I think we’re all still on edge after everything that happened last night. You and Dante rest, and I’ll go see if we can get some food up here for you.” Luther crouched down beside the bed and placed a kiss on Charity’s forehead.
“I’m not hungry,” Charity stated with an annoyed expression directed toward Maximus.
“You will eat!” Maximus commanded, and before Charity could respond, he was walking away from them.
“I’ll go see about supper.” Maximus stated firmly.
With that, Maximus left the room.
Charity was hurt by his treatment and annoyed at his commanding tone. Alphas were such dominating creatures.
Dante pulled Charity gently into his arms and laid her head against his chest.
Rubbing her hair, he whispered to her.
“He thought he had lost you or that you would have suffered scars from saving me,” Dante whispered.
“He doesn’t need to be so bossy,” she stated then exhaled.
“Getting upset with his reaction is not going to help you heal faster. Rest, darling.”
Charity was suddenly so tense and on edge. The pain of her injuries was coated with annoyance toward Maximus.
“She’s all tense, Luther. Maximus has got to control that temper of his.”
Luther sat down on the edge of the bed, his hip warm against Charity’s thigh even though the blanket covered her.
He cupped her cheek and caressed her lower lip with his thumb.
“I was so scared that I lost you. We were scared the other day when you and Alexis had nearly been assaulted and abducted. But this, this was horrible. Maximus and I could have lost our brother and our mate.”
She felt bad for getting angry at Maximus now. Luther was right. More than likely, Maximus was just having a hard time admitting that he was scared. He was an Alpha. He couldn’t show his emotions or any sign of fear. For some r
eason, his stubbornness and attitude really got to her.
A warm, tingling sensation awakened in her body. In the back of her mind, the thoughts resurfaced. These three triplets were her mates. How in the world was she supposed to handle three strong, dominating Alpha males? Especially Maximus. He was so…
Luther began to rub her thigh as Dante scattered small kisses against her neck and shoulder. The throbbing pain she felt only moments ago now felt more like a tingling. Could their kisses, their closeness actually make her heal faster?
Slowly she began to relax and absorbed the musk of their scent as they seduced her into relaxation. By their touch and attentiveness alone, that deep hunger built up and up until she felt tight and fully aroused. She clenched the sheets. Afraid that if she gave into her body’s desires, she would combust.
* * * *
Dante locked gazes with his brother before scooting toward the middle of the bed and gently taking Charity along with him. His eyes roamed over the cleavage of her chest, taking in the sight of full round breasts nuzzled beneath the white lacy camisole she wore.
She didn’t seem to be in terrible pain as she moaned, eyes closed and obviously scenting the mating musk Dante and Luther omitted. It was all part of the mating process, and its effects should lessen any deeper aches she might have.
Her scent was so intoxicating that they had to control their wolves. All their mate had to do was smile or respond to their touch and their wolves would want her. Despite his own injuries and near death experience, his cock throbbed beneath the light pants he wore. It felt so fucking hard that the combination of his mate’s scent and the gentle brush of the material rubbing against his erection could make him explode.
The air around them felt almost magical, and in a sense, Dante believed that there was something magical taking place. He was honored to be picked by the gods to be mate to a princess. But right now, she was his woman, his love, his wolf’s life mate, and caring for her, loving her, and holding her were his top priorities.
* * * *
Luther took off his shoes and scooted under the sheets and blankets to get closer to Charity. She snuggled into his embrace and Dante felt Luther’s exhale of relief. Despite Luther’s cool, calm demeanor, he had truly been terrified that Charity wouldn’t make it or would have been scarred. The depth of Luther’s fear as well as need for Charity caused a lump in Dante’s throat.
Both brothers lay on their sides holding her.
The sound of their heartbeats, their combined breathing became their focus. Their insides warmed from being so close to their mate. Luther and Dante shared the moment together, united as brothers and privileged enough to possess such a deep and powerful bond. Feelings, emotions, and need they never knew circulated through their veins, in their blood, and to the souls of their wolves. Simultaneously they began to seduce their mate and love every inch of her together. Luther was taken aback by the depth and their combined arousals and love for their mate. The only thing missing was Maximus. Luther felt his brother’s anger and concern over Charity. He just didn’t know how to express his concern in passion and in gentle possession. Luther could hear his brother’s thoughts and knew that Maximus was on his way upstairs. Perhaps if Luther and Dante rearranged the atmosphere of the bedroom making it more calm and relaxed, then Maximus would gain some control of his emotions.
Luther reached down below the sheets and softly caressed her thigh. Dante placed his hand on Charity’s cheek and gently turned her toward his face. He kissed her lips, wanting to taste her.
“Our mate is lovely, isn’t she, brother?” Luther professed, gliding his hand between Charity’s thighs, teasing her mound by just barely brushing against her folds.
Charity stirred, releasing Dante’s lips and moving her hand to cover Luther’s hand that was touching her pussy. He held her gaze, enjoyed hearing her quick intake of breath. The coloring in her cheeks made him chuckle. She was little compared to them. Luther knew he and his brothers appeared as giants to most, and with other women, they took what they wanted. It was understandable for Charity to be scared. But this was so different. Charity was different. Not just because she was a princess, but because she was their mate, their chosen one, their lover.
“We would never hurt you. In fact, we promise to pamper you, love you, and lick and nibble every inch of you.”
He offered his reassurance as he glided his hand over her precious mound, applying just the slightest bit of pressure.
“Starting now,” he whispered as he felt the dampness on her panties, and even though she was unsure, her body knew this was right. The fact that her small, delicate hand stayed on top of his own actually turned him on. It was such a controlling action. Most women just lay back and receive whatever the Alpha gave. Not their mate. At times he was certain their roles would reverse and she would be the one leading in the bedroom. That didn’t bother him one bit. Charity held on to his hand as if she guided him or could define his moves.
He chuckled then made his way past the material to her wet folds.
He methodically pulled and massaged the area as Charity tightened her hold.
As Dante massaged her breast through the cotton T-shirt, Luther parted her folds then gently pressed his thumb between them. Her body responded, wetting his fingertips.
Charity tilted her head back and moaned ever so lightly. Her breasts pushed forward, and her hips arched. The sight of her exposed throat and the scent of her cream as Dante licked and sucked her breasts connected the three of them. As they simultaneously aroused their woman, their own bond as brothers felt stronger. The possibility that Charity strengthened the bond touched his soul. Luther never allowed himself to believe that one day he and his brothers would share one woman and mate her for life. It just didn’t seem possible until Charity. He kissed her exposed belly, causing another low gasp and for her to tighten her hold on his wrist.
“Release my wrist, Charity. Lay back and let us love you,” he told her then licked her skin by her belly, making his way down her body. As he nibbled along her hip bone then took a path with his tongue over her groin while he maneuvered his fingers in and out of her pussy, she released his wrist and gradually laid her hand over her belly.
Luther licked her skin again then drove two fingers between her folds, catching her off guard. She grabbed his hand and tilted her head up to Luther. Her sweet, angelic face stole their hearts away. In an instant, Luther was bound to her, and he hadn’t even made love to her yet. It was as if someone hit a switch and said, “Here she is, your mate.” He swallowed the lump of emotion and held her gaze as she held his wrist. His fingers pushed in and out slowly until she could adjust to the rhythm. She stared at him, her expression filled with uncertainty and desire.
“Trust us. Let us comfort you and take away the pain. Lay back. Do not try to stop me with your hand.”
His order was firm, and Charity looked a bit piqued at first until Dante lifted her shirt, removing it from her body for better access to her breasts. But once he began to suck and pull at the abundant mound, it seemed Charity was falling under their control.
Luther continued the in and out motion with his fingers, starting slow then progressing harder and faster as Dante feasted on the full, large breasts of their goddess.
“Oh, Princess, you are perfect,” Dante whispered.
“And so responsive,” Luther growled, scooting lower while he kept rhythm with his fingers. With each stroke, she spread her legs, opening for him.
With his other hand, he ripped the barely functional panties from her body. She stirred, but then he pressed his fingers deeper.
* * * *
Charity couldn’t help the sensations she felt at the brothers’ actions and words. What was Luther doing to her down there? She had the urge to tilt her hips and demand he press harder and faster into her. She had never experienced anything like this, yet her mind and body were hungry for more. Once again she felt that tight feeling deep within her core. The hunger she had experienced
for her mates seemed to be strengthening. Something was growing and building up inside of her. She felt about ready to combust but was hesitant to give into the unknowing. She never focused on herself, her body, or her needs. Now she was faced with a decision to trust these men, these wolves, and allow them this ultimate intimacy or run out of fear.
As she inhaled their scent, it destroyed the pain her body was in and replaced it with something wonderful.
She had heard of the mating musk with werewolves but never believed that anything could be so intoxicating, never mind work on her. As she ran her fingers through Luther’s hair and absorbed the feel of his muscles and scent, she felt the urge to relinquish all control to him.
Luther and Dante felt so good next to her, touching her, whispering words of desire to her. She had often wondered when, if ever, the spirits would grant her a lover or a mate.
Her body responded in ways she was partly embarrassed over. The triplets had much more experience which both scared her and turned her on.
Luther pressed further, increasing the motion with his fingers as he added a third. As he pushed in and out of her slick folds, he hit some kind of special spot inside of her. She arched into his thrusts and lifted her hips. She moaned without a care of being embarrassed. Whatever he was doing, she didn’t want him to stop. She was so close to something. She wasn’t sure what but she needed.
Charity arched back and clenched the sheets with her fists as the most amazing sensation combusted inside her then released. The wetness between her thighs was more like a flood than the leak she started with at Luther’s touch.
What is happening to me?
“She’s so responsive, Dante, my wolf is in dire need,” Luther stated, out of breath.
Dante continued to suck one breast while massaging the other as Luther spoke to him. The sensation of cool air against her breast caused her nipples to harden.
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