by Kyle, Celia
“Yeah,” she whispered and the unborn child’s touch retreated.
“I’ll give you fifteen minutes. Call us if anything changes.” With that, the woman who represented what could be, left their suite.
Paisley stared down at her mates, both men appearing relaxed in their slumber. “Will you two come back to me?” She didn’t get an answer, but then again, she hadn’t really expected one. “Okay then, let’s figure this out.”
She reached for the hem of her shirt, tugging it off in one whispering sweep. She wiggled out of her shorts next, tossing both pieces of clothing aside. She wouldn’t strip down. Like she told Whitney, it was too creepy. But she’d get down to panties and bra.
With a shift and some wriggling, she lay on her back between them. She grasped their hands in hers and then she pulled their minds to hers.
And prayed.
* * *
Chance floated through the darkness. He thought he caught sight of Paisley here and there, but by the time he raced toward her, she was gone. Gone, and he was alone. So very, very alone.
Was he dead? Had Hawkins’ attempt at severing their connection done this? He remembered Hawk beginning the spell…
By forest and fang…
He shook his head. Nothing was right in this place. The lights teased his eyes, flashes of brightness followed by midnight blackness. His head pounded, pain pinging through his mind, and he pressed his fingertips to his temples. Maybe. Maybe not.
Why couldn’t he remember?
It didn’t matter. He needed to find Paisley and then Hawkins. He was alive, at least he thought so, and they could re-bond and then they’d be a mated trio. Yes. That’s what he’d do.
Choice made, he watched for the brightness that teased him. Flashing lights and comfort lived within the glowing orbs. If he caught one, he was sure he could use it to find his mate and partner.
“Chance…” His name was a gentle, feminine whisper and he hunted the darkness for the source. “Chance…”
Paisley. It was his mate.
“Paisley?” he shouted into the dark. At least, he thought he did. His mouth made sounds, his vocal cords straining, but he couldn’t hear anything. Dammit. He tried again. “Paisley!”
“Here,” she whispered and wind tickled his ear. Yes, the ruffle of his hair was unmistakable.
He followed the sound, hunting for his mate through the black. Flashes of color danced nearer and then bolted out of reach, but he continued. He was on the right path, he felt it in his bones. Hell, even his quiet wolf whined in agreement. They were closing in on her. They just had to wade through the crushing darkness.
Light gradually delved through the midnight that surrounded him, turning his surroundings into gray shadows.
“Paisley!” It was her, he knew she was doing this. Something happened to him, something horrible and painful, but his mate came for him. She led him closer to… something.
“Chance?” Her voice came from his left and he turned, spinning toward the source.
“Paisley?” With every step he felt stronger, as if his hunt bolstered his energy rather than drained him further.
Even his magic stirred. That part had been quiet, hardly a presence inside him as he wondered and stumbled through this place. His wolf whined a little louder, clawed and scratched a little harder. One whine turned into a chuffing bark and he knew whatever was happening filled him with new strength.
Chance stumbled forward, fighting to run toward the light. Freedom from the oppressive black was near. So… close…
“Come to me, Chance. Come back to me,” Paisley begged him.
Had Chance left? He thought he’d been lost. He would never leave his mate. Not voluntarily.
Each step illuminated more of his surroundings.
Curtains, cloth, textured ceiling… The feel of smooth silk against his skin. It was meant to be soft, but it scratched and scraped him.
“Chance?”
His name on her lips had his body responding, chest heaving and back arching. His magic and wolf rushed forward, tearing at his skin in an attempt to get to her. He felt stretched to the point that he’d shatter at any moment. Anxiety pummeled him, worry that… didn’t belong to him.
It was his mate’s. His mate was anxious and it was his responsibility to soothe her. His beast and power immediately retreated, entirely focused on taking care of Paisley.
He forced his eyes open, and then he slammed them closed to the overwhelming light that assaulted him. Even if he was blinded, he could still reach for her, still connect with her.
“Paisley?” He fumbled and pushed past his bindings. Distantly he recognized he wasn’t restrained. No, he was… in bed? Yes, in bed and under sheets.
A small hand clutched his, the fingers trembling and body shivering against his.
“Oh, God. Chance,” she sobbed. “You’re back.”
Her strong hold sent another wave of power into him, shaking away the last remnants of his weakness. He felt almost whole, full of life and he parted his lids once again. Paisley leaned over him, her dark hair creating a private curtain. He reached for her, fisting her strands and pulling her close. He sealed their mouths together before she could protest, capturing her lips and sinking into a deep kiss. He had her in his arms.
Chance hadn’t lost her. But had he lost…?
His partner’s scent hit him, striking him in the chest and the other parts of him immediately responded. His wolf howled in recognition and his magic reached forward to meet his partner’s.
He hadn’t lost them both. He was okay. They were okay.
A sobbing Paisley draped herself over him and he looked over her head to meet Hawkins’ gaze.
“What happened?” His voice was rough and hoarse from disuse.
Hawk grimaced. “We drained ourselves to keep Paisley alive and fight Maxim. They healed our bodies, but it was Paisley who brought us back.”
His partner leveled such a sweet and tender expression on Paisley, one that said Hawk felt more than just affection for their mate.
Yes, Chance was the same.
Chance wrapped his arms around her, hugging her and running his hand up and down her back. Her tears coated his chest and it physically hurt to have her this upset.
Her skin was smooth and warm beneath his palms and his fingers brushed the clasp of her bra as he caressed her. Her hip was against his side, the lace and silk caressing his skin.
Paisley was in bed with them and nearly naked. He raised his eyebrows, his attention flicking to their mate’s back and then back to Hawkins.
The man quirked his lips and gave him a half-grin. “Whitney told her to strip and, uh, think—”
Paisley sniffled. “She told me to fantasize about you two to get you to come back to me, but I couldn’t. It was like violating you and I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to and—”
Her breathing increased, sobs interspersed with coughs and snuffles.
“Hey, it’s okay. Shh…” Chance petted her once again and met Hawkins’ furious gaze.
“It just…” She hiccupped.
“Baby,” Hawkins added his own touch to calm her. “It can’t be good to get this upset. We’re fine and you’re safe. That’s all that matters. You don’t have to think about Whitney’s suggestion.”
Paisley raised her head, crawling away until she sat between them. He changed position, shifting so he could see her easily.
“You might have woken quicker if I’d…” Another hiccup.
Chance captured her hand and entwined their fingers while Hawkins reassured her once again. “We’re here now.”
“But maybe if…”
“Paisley,” he squeezed her hand gently. “You’re worrying for nothing.”
“I just don’t want to fail you two. I finally accept things and wrap my head around all this and then I almost lose you. And then Whitney wants me to… And what if you didn’t want that? What if you freaked out and were upset? Where would I be then?”
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p; “Oh, sweetheart.” Chance pushed to sitting and eased toward her. “Not want you naked and beside us? No.” He shook his head. “That would never happen. Never. You’re our mate.” He brought their joined hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to her knuckles and grinned against her skin. “We will always want you with us.”
“Always,” Hawkins rasped.
“You’re our mate, Paisley.”
“I feel like it’s my fault you didn’t wake up sooner. That I kept you in that place…” Her red rimmed eyes met his. “Hawkins told me about it. He woke first and you were there because of me and—” Once again she hiccupped and sobbed.
He flashed Hawk a questioning look. What the hell were they supposed to do?
“Baby,” Hawkins snared her free hand. “You’re ours. Period. We’re here and that’s what matters. We’re alive, Maxim and his cohorts are under guard, and we have our mate.”
Paisley’s chin quivered and his heart squeezed. She was gonna cry even harder. He just knew it. “But I’m not. Not really. Maybe if I had been then I could have—”
Hawkins didn’t give her a chance to answer. No, his partner was a man of action and he sealed his mouth to Paisley’s. She melted into Hawk, sinking against him as if she wanted nothing more than to kiss the man. He understood what Hawkins was doing. He was banishing the uncertainty that lived within Paisley the quickest way he knew how: with love and passion.
Chance refused to be left out.
He slid closer to her, his hands sliding over her skin and touching her everywhere he could. Paisley moaned, the sound muffled by Hawk, but he heard it nonetheless. She wanted what they offered. Between her seductive sounds and the scent of her arousal, he knew she craved them as much as they craved her.
Chance reached for the waist of her panties, his fingers sliding along the lace and silk. “Paisley?”
He dipped a hint below the edge, teasing her further and arousing himself even more. He waited for her to respond, waited for Hawk to let her free so she could decide.
Did she want to mate them?
* * *
God, Paisley wanted to mate them. They didn’t chastise her for not listening to Whitney. In fact, they seemed more upset that she was upset than anything. They didn’t seem to care that they’d almost died, that she’d almost lost them.
Just the thought had tears filling her eyes once again.
Those fingers toying with her panties tortured her with the prospect of pleasure and she tore her mouth from Hawkins’.
“Please, Chance,” she whimpered.
“Tell us what you want, Paisley.” His voice was husky and his eyes were the yellow of his wolf. “Tell us.”
“I want,” she gasped as Hawk scraped his fangs along the column of her neck. “That. I want to be your mate. I don’t want to ever be unsure. I don’t ever want to be parted from you.”
Twin growls vibrated the air and then her world changed as warm, firm hands moved her and altered her position. Her bra was lost during the move and it was Chance who slid her panties from her body. She was bare for them once again. She was spread for their gazes.
“So beautiful,” Chance murmured.
“So ours,” Hawkins added.
If the possessiveness wasn’t so hot, it’d annoy her. But it was, so it didn’t.
Mouths and hands were everywhere, both Chance and Hawkins stroking her, petting and caressing her. Her pussy ached for their touch, her nipples begged to be nibbled and sucked. She wanted them more than she’d wanted any other. She craved them.
Blunt fingers slid between her thighs, stroking the seam of her pussy and then they slid past her sex lips. They toyed with her clit, circling the nub, before slipping to her very center. They penetrated her, stretched and teased her. She was slick and wet for them, her body easily giving over to the pleasure they created.
She whispered her pleas, begging and whining for more while they ignored her and tormented her mercilessly. Sharpened teeth scraped her sensitized skin, sending shudders of need through her from head to toe. Her sheath rippled around those torturous fingers and she forced her eyes open to meet Hawk and then Chance’s gazes.
“Please…” she whimpered.
“Tell us what you want.” Chance’s arm moved and she realized it was him filling her.
But movement from her other side revealed that Hawkins also had a hand between her thighs.
Two hands, two fingers, two men… The idea of them finger fucking her together had her arching from the bed, a new moan on her lips. “Oh, God, please.”
Hawkins chuckled and she loved it. Love it because each vibration traveled straight to his arm and then hand and then her needy pussy.
Paisley rocked against them, searching for deeper penetration, searching for just… more.
“Please, please, please…”
Hawkins leaned close, arousal written across his features. She flicked her gaze to the juncture of his thighs and saw he was hot, hard, and thick for her. In fact, both men were gloriously nude and deliciously erect for her. Her mouth watered at the thought of drawing them into her, tasting and swallowing them down.
Next time. Next time when she was delirious with desire.
“Tell me, Paisley.” His eyes were the yellow of his wolf and his skin glowed with his magic. That power reached for her, stroked her when Hawkins could not.
“Tell us, Paisley.” Chance was closer and in the same shape as his partner. They wanted her, their inner selves were desperate for her.
And she felt the same.
“Take me. Bite me. Mate me.”
With those words, both men pushed deeper, stretching her farther and she sobbed anew. Her orgasm was so close and almost within reach. Just a little more…
But they slid free of her slick heat and she whined at the loss. “Wait, please.”
“Shh…” Hawkins hushed her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before leaning back. He brought his wet finger to his mouth and slid it past his lips, licking it clean before speaking once again. “Delicious.”
“So good,” Chance murmured.
Both men liked the taste of her and it made her feel wicked and wanted. “Mate me, Chance. Mate me, Hawkins.”
More movement, more changes of position, and she found herself on her side between both men. Her chest was flush against Chance while Hawkins was a warmth against her back.
“We’re going to take you like this, Paisley,” Hawkins whispered against her ear, his moist breath fanning her skin. “I’m going to slide into your ass while Chance stretches your pussy.”
The only thing she hated about this mating was that she couldn’t see both men as they claimed her.
“Next time, baby.” Hawkins pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. “He needs this, needs you.”
The desperation in Chance’s gaze had her easily agreeing. She’d been able to lure Hawkins from the darkness easily, but Chance… Chance had taken quite some time.
“Yes.” The single word came out as a hiss when Hawkins pressed against her back entrance, the blunt end of his fingertip sliding past the ring of muscle. “Oh, God, yes.”
Then the head of Chance’s cock was there, teasing her center with his presence. He was large, larger than she’d ever had, and she couldn’t wait for the burning stretch that would soon come.
She reveled in their teasing, in the gentle penetration of Chance’s cock while Hawkins stretched her ass. It wasn’t long before she was sobbing once again, destroyed by the pleasure and desire the two men caused. Her pussy practically begged to be filled.
Soon, baby…
Very soon, sweetheart…
Her men were in her mind, a part of her, just as they were about to join their bodies.
“Please.” Paisley didn’t care she was begging and pleading for them.
Then… they gave her what she needed. Chance carefully eased into her, his moan echoing her own as he stretched her and stroked her inner walls. He rubbed every nerve ending and she thought she’d scream
from the pure bliss that filled her.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Hawkins mirrored Chance, easing into her forbidden passage, spreading her wide and possessing her virgin hole. She shuddered, the wickedness and pleasure overwhelming her body.
All three of them groaned when he finally pressed his hips to her ass. They were one. She was claimed by both men, their bodies tying them together. Now for their wolves.
She tilted her head back, baring her neck. “Claim me.”
That was all they seemed to need. Chance was the first to retreat, dragging a whine from her throat, but he was soon back as Hawkins withdrew. They continued that slow pace, the slide and slip of their cocks in and out of her body. It was unhurried and delicious and arousing… It was perfect in every way.
Her pants warred with their groans and grunts, moans battling their heavy breathing. Words weren’t needed. Their bodies said it all. And more.
Their hips met in a dance as old as time, the slap of skin on skin joining the song of their lovemaking. She would come this way, come with them buried inside her, filling her with their wickedness. Her body moved of its own volition, meeting their motions, alternating between being filled by each male.
She gasped and moaned, loving each press and caress of their cocks, hands and mouths. They stroked her as they loved her, kissed her when they weren’t caressing her. She felt loved and cherished…
Their claiming wasn’t just a tie of their bodies and minds, it was a soul deep promise. They would be with her always. Just as she would be with them.
Her orgasm neared, dancing just out of reach and she whined once more. “Need more… Hawkins… Chance…”
“We have you,” Hawkins scraped his fang over her neck, biting into her shoulder but not breaking the skin. “What do you need?”
“You,” she moaned. “Both of you. Bite me. Claim me.”
She was moved then, strong arms changing her position until she was half draped over Chance’s chest. Hawkins moved with her, his cock still deep in her ass while Chance continued to plunge in and out of her pussy. Hot, rough hands gripped her, held her in place and then…
