by Fran Lee
She slept like the dead, but her vital signs were strong. Dr. Harris had done blood work, EEGs, EKGs and every test he was able to. Nothing was physically wrong with Kenna. It had to be her mind trying to recover from what had happened in Draga's chambers...
The entire pack knew that when her mates and the others had arrived to rescue her, Kenna had already dispatched her kidnappers in one of the most bloody, grisly scenes the wolves had ever seen. There were whispers about the legend. About the massive burst of power that had scorched half the things in the bedchamber. About how Kenna had not only saved herself, but had saved her pups. The babies were born an hour after she had been carried home and had been laid on the massive bed in the alpha's bed chamber.
An easy birth, even though the pups had been quite large. Yes, Kenna had to be the legend come to life. A legend come to life...and perhaps lost in the same breath.
The midwife finished washing her mistress's face and tossed the washcloth into the basin of warm water. Her eyes slipped over the men who cuddled their sons, and she whispered to no one in particular, "I would give anything if she could wake to see this..."
She heard a voice close by. Familiar, but she had to fight to place it. The midwife. Her babies! Kenna listened to the quiet sounds in the place where she found herself...the soft sounds of suckling and the soft murmurs of masculine voices. Her heart began to beat faster. Her babies...her mates? Struggling to force her eyes open, she blinked a few times at the vaulted ceiling of the bed chamber she had shared so happily with her mates. Was this heaven?
A sharp gasp brought her blurred vision to the side where the midwife stood gaping down at her. The murmur of male voices became a sudden cacophony, and three men were suddenly vying for her attention. In their arms were three babies. Her babies. Her...babies...
Gant's deep tones nudged at her as she sank back toward the void. "Kenna, sweet thing...please don't leave us again. Look at what we have here. Your sons need their mom."
Sons? Her eyes fluttered open once again, and blurred with tears as Dune held his son close to her so she could see the dark, thick mop of hair and the blue eyes. "We haven't named them yet...you have to come back...please, love?"
A strong hand curved around her cheek as Mace crouched beside her, cradling his son in one arm as he let the tears flow freely down his handsome face. "The pups need you...but we need you even more, baby. We thought we'd lost you. Please stay with us...we're a hopeless mess without our mate."
Murmurs of agreement came from all three of them. Kenna let her eyes drift shut for a long moment, then opened them, a tear-stained smile touching her lips. "I'm alive?"
Mace grinned down at her. "You're alive. This isn't a dream, baby. You're back with us. God, I want to kiss you..."
"Back off, bro...we all want to kiss her. But all that matters is that she's back...awake...alive. Gant's gruff voice interrupted Mace's words. "Let's give her some time..."
Time? It seemed as if she'd been gone forever. She reached shakily for the child in Mace's arms, and cuddled it against her. Her son tried to turn his head to root for a nipple, and she laughed in delight. "Let me have them all..."
Epilogue
"Peter Dumont! I said get in the house and wash up for supper...now!" Dune growled in mock ferocity at his son, who darted past him and up the steps to the wide porch. Mace chuckled as the one-year-old scurried up the curved stairs to the bathroom to wash up.
"You've almost got him trained. I wish that Crane would jump like that when I tell him to do something."
Gant tossed Devon over one shoulder and carried the squirming youngster up the porch steps before setting him on his feet and shooing him after his sibling. Turning his dark gaze to Mace, he grinned. "I want them in bed right after supper. I called Sharlene to come sit with them while we take Kenna up to the cabin."
Mace wasn't paying attention to Gant. His eyes were glued to the distracting sight of Kenna walking seductively out of the trees, naked as the day she was born. Dune's low growl told him he was not the only one who wanted alone time with their mate.
Gant inhaled deeply, and his eyes locked on their mate's swaying hips as she approached, finger-combing her hair out of the snarls the wind had given her. Kenna grinned as she saw the three wolves and noted their swollen groins. "Are the kids with Sharlene?"
"She will feed them supper and get them into bed. And then we'll tuck you into bed, sweet thing..." Mace's voice lowered as the brothers stepped into a tight circle around their mate.
"Damn...and here I was hoping for some wild and hot sex with three hot guys."
"Right here? Right now?" Dune asked eagerly.
"I'm naked and willing. Why are all of you still dressed?"
The sound of boots hitting the porch and the sound of zippers being opened made her smile widely. She felt like the luckiest bitch in the world as three pairs of calloused hands reached for her, lifting her and caressing her as her three mates filled every desire...and every orifice she possessed, until the first rays of dawn lightened the sky. And then she let them take her up to tuck her into bed.
About the author
Fran Lee began writing romances when she was fourteen, tucking each story lovingly away in a cardboard box under her bed. It was only many years later than she decided it was high time to pull that box out and dust off a few stories and see if she could find a publisher.
Swallowing her fears, she took the step of submitting a manuscript, getting rejected, and rewriting and resubmitting. That was nearly seven years ago.
Since that first submission, Fran has seen twenty three of her romances in e-books and print. You can find Fran's books on her website at:
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