Keeping Cambria (14 page)

Bear grinned. “The bastard lied and told her that she’s pregnant by one of you so she would call you to her, but she refused.”

“Pregnant? Cambria’s pregnant?” asked Venom.

“No. I listened for the second heartbeat he claimed was there but didn’t find one. He’s shooting her a line of shit, and she told him to go to hell. You should be proud. She’d rather die than give you two up. She’s one hell of a woman.”

“I’ll spank her for not calling us,” said Viper. His brothers snickered, but he wasn’t joking.

“You can’t blame her for putting you two above herself. It’s called love,” said Beast.

Everyone turned to stared at their lone-wolf brother. Most of his conversations were grunts. Hell, he’d strung more words together when he told Cambria about her brother than he had in the past several years combined. And he hadn’t spoken since Cambria had held her steel against his throat.

“Hell,” said Judge. “I didn’t even know he remembered how to speak.”

“And what do you know about love, bro?” asked Jury.

“This conversation can wait. We can kill them with our minds or up close and personal.”

There was no question that getting in these guys’ faces, seeing the life vacate their eyes, was the only way to do this.

“That’s a stupid question,” said Venom.

“You two,” Beast pointed to Viper and Venom, “protect Cambria. We’ll do the slicing and dicing.”

Viper opened his mouth to protest when Cambria’s scream shattered the night.

When Viper traced into the barn, the biggest werewolf he’d ever seen was shoving a hot blade into one of Cambria’s gashes. The smell of her blood and burned flesh assaulted him. Her head hung limp, her breathing shallow. She had passed out. Thank God.

Around him, animal screams echoed as his brothers cut down the enemy with four justice-wielding swords. The leader brought his knife back and shoved it toward Cambria. Viper used his mind to freeze him before the blade struck.

Viper moved the werewolf away from Cambria because he didn’t want him breathing the same air that she did. Venom wrenched the knife from the monster’s hand and impaled it into his thigh. Steel hit bone, shattering it. He screamed.

Seconds later, the barn was quiet except for the big motherfucker’s whimpering. Hell’s Hunters materialized, their blades dripping with blood.

Viper materialized a blade and rammed the steel into the man’s other thigh. Another roar erupted from the werewolf.

Jury put his finger in his ear and shook it. “Screams like a little girl.”

Venom moved to their mate and waved his hands over her wounds. Bear also helped with the healing.

Which left Viper to do what he did best.

Kill.

“You’ve been sentenced to death for your crimes against humanity. You’re an abomination and a disgrace to your species.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’ve also been condemned to die slowly for your offenses against a woman.”

“She’s nothing but a whore. They’re a dime a dozen.”

Viper held up his sword and with considerable restraint, sliced into the man’s liver, a need to punish with pain in the forefront of his mind. Dark red blood seeped from the gash. “And for crimes against someone’s mate.”

The man opened his mouth and quickly shut it. But Viper didn’t care. He ripped upward from crotch to neck and was glad it wasn’t easy to exterminate a werewolf. It had to hurt like a motherfucker, and he wanted the vermin to experience the excruciating pain that was due someone who had earned their journey to hell. The vermin clenched his teeth as sweat beaded on his forehead while his intestines erupted from the gash.

Finally, fear registered in his eyes. This bastard wasn’t rabid, just jacked up on evil. “Your pack is destroyed, thanks to you.”

“You bastards killed them, not me.”

Viper placed the tip of his blade under the man’s chin and drew blood. “Your fault. As pack leader, it was your responsibility to keep your members in check, especially yourself. I recognize your pack’s scent on some I’ve killed for their crimes against humans.”

“End this,” hissed Venom. “We need to get Cambria out of here.”

“Fuck you, you bast...” Before the werewolf finished his sentence, his head spun through the air with such force it landed five feet away.

“We’ll clean this mess up,” said Bear. “Go take care of your mate.”

Chapter Nine

Venom stroked his cock as he watched Cambria; a low sexual vibe sizzled through both him and his brother. She reclined on pillows in the bed, and had ordered them to strip, and stand at the end. They’d wasted no time in blinking away their clothes. It had been four days since they had cut her down from the rafters in the old dilapidated barn, a barn that was now nothing but ashes of a horrid memory.

Thankful for the power to heal, they’d erased all the scars left from the ropes, the knife, and the blows to the head, eliminated her physical discomfort. Her emotional pain? They weren’t so sure. Lots of cuddling, soft kisses on her hair when she allowed it, and nonsexual touching was all she had wanted these past days. There had been times when she was withdrawn and moody, seeking to be by herself, other times, playful and talkative. She had proclaimed she didn’t want to talk about her ordeal yet, and they were okay with that.

But something had changed yesterday, and neither he nor his brother had any idea what. It had clearly been a relief to her, and with any luck, she’d tell them when she got ready.

Cambria slowly circled her clit with her finger. She was creaming, the scent tangled his beasts in unrelenting lust, especially his wolf.

“I started my period yesterday.”

Okaaaayyyy
. Venom glanced at his twin hoping he had a clue as to what that meant.

“Did you know that fucking werewolf told me that I was pregnant?” Her voice cracked with anguish.

“Yes, but it was a lie,” said Viper.

Her gaze locked with his. “Was it?”

Venom couldn’t handle the sorrow filling the whole room. He crawled in beside her, tugged her to him. “Yes, it was a trick to get you to call us.”

“One that I intend to spank you for,” said his twin who still stood at the end of the bed, his arms crossed.

“I couldn’t call you. He wanted to kill you.”

“You don’t ever sacrifice yourself for us,” said Viper. Cambria stiffened at the razor edge in his voice, but he didn’t blame his brother. She could have easily died when one of them could have killed them all.

“Darling,” said Venom. “You forget that we can mind control. We would have misted in and blown their minds apart before they even knew we were there, or suspended them in time and then hacked them down.”

“I…I didn’t think about that.”

“Exactly, which is why you’ll remember in the future and won’t do it again,” declared his twin.

Venom wanted to do bodily harm to his twin. It was too soon to scold her. Hell, two minutes ago, they were sporting hard-ons and she was enticing them with finger play. Now she was curled into him eyeing his brother like the dickhead he was.

“Hey, sweet thing,” said Venom. “We understand
why
you did it, which means a lot to us, but you have to let us do what we do best, and where you’re concerned, keeping you safe is the best thing for us. We were lost without you, like holes had been ripped in our chests.”

“I wouldn’t have, you know…killed you and your brothers.”

“In the beginning, we thought you’d actually do it.” Venom grinned.

“I would have the first week, but I realized Beast did what he had to do, the same thing I would have done.”

“We hate that your brother’s dead, but even you couldn’t have saved him,” said Venom. “I doubt he would’ve recognized you. Going feral is a brain rot.”

She snuggled closer to him. “I know.”

Venom kissed the top of her head, sucked in the wild rain scent that was just Cambria. They still had to date her, persuade her to stay with them, and the not knowing was like walking on eggshells, a metaphor he’d never understood until now.

Cambria leaned up, a quizzical expression on her face. “I have two questions.” She pointed to Viper. “Your heartbeat is on the wrong side.”

He grinned. “Yes. We are mirror twins, which means all my organs are flipped.”

“Interesting? And your tongues. Are they like a cat’s?”

Viper made a face and Venom grinned at the insult. “Wolf, baby girl. Wolf.”

“Speaking of your wolves, I want to see them.”

Viper wasted no time. He held up his hands as claws extended from his fingernails, thick fur sprouted on his arms before bones broke. Cambria winced at the sound.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Venom assured her.

* * * * *

When a large black wolf stood at the end of the bed, fascination forced her move timidly to the edge. The animal was immense, larger than a true wolf, she was sure. Viper wagged his tail, and she reached out, touched his warm, soft nose.

“You…are…beautiful.” She glanced over her shoulder, “Do you look like this, too?”

“Yes. Twin wolves.”

How it must feel to run free in the forest. Viper bounced around like a puppy, so playful that if she’d had a ball, she would have thrown it. She couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “You two like being in wolf form?”

“No, we love it,” replied Venom. “It’s a very natural, wild, euphoric feeling.”

She watched in amazement as Viper morphed back. He rolled his neck and said, “God that was fantastic.”

“So when you two bite me on the shoulder, that is the wolf?”

“Yes,” answered Viper.

“And what does the vamp side of you want?”

Viper stared at his brother. She looked between them. “You two are talking to each other again.”

“Yep,” replied Venom.

“Viper, what does your vampire want? And don’t lie.”

“I want to drink from you while fucking you.”

“Oh.” She thought about it and the bites on her shoulders burned. “Don’t you drink when your wolf bites me?”

“We can taste your sweet blood, but it’s not drinking.”

She wasn’t sure she understood, but also didn’t know if she wanted further clarification. “Does it hurt, I mean without you having to take the pain away?”

“No,” offered Venom. “It’s just like when our wolf…er…nips you.”

“You mean a pinch of pain followed by so much erotic pleasure it takes my breath away?”

“Yep,” they said in unison.

“Well, how about you two putting your wolves’ tongue and vampire’s teeth to good use? I want it hard and fast and now.”

Before she could blink, Venom flipped her on her back and settled between her knees. Viper approached the side and twirled his fingers. Her arms floated up where cuffs anchored her to the headboard, and a ceiling mirror reflected the dark head against her thighs. She felt her nipples pebble and throb waiting for Viper’s touch. A swipe of Venom’s rough wolf tongue on her clit had her arching off the bed, womb convulsing with pleasure, her juices gathering. Viper’s head bent, a slow, deliberate tease; she wanted his warm mouth on her now. Finally, he pulled her whole nipple into his mouth, sucked hard, sending spiraling shards of pleasure rushing through her.

The assault on her two erogenous zones had her squirming as heat built. The sight of her bound and at their mercy heightened the sexual frenzy. This is what she needed—fucking by her twins.

Viper rose over her and guided his cock to her mouth. She hungrily latched on, pulled the bulbous head into her mouth, which elicited a growl from him, the sound she loved. It vibrated deep inside her, spoke of passion and possession.

Venom’s fingers plunged into her warm depth, worked her pussy. Pleasure soared, and it would have been so easy to launch off the edge, but she forced herself to concentrate on Viper’s pleasure. She swirled her tongue under the crown, tasted the saltiness that escaped. Viper’s nostrils flared before his head rolled back. She opened wider, took all she could, which wasn’t much considering the length.

“Enough,” Viper said as he pulled away from her. “I don’t want to spend in your mouth. I want your hot pussy gripping me.”

Venom climbed up, settled his cock at her pussy and eased in. “Oh, yes.” This was what she’d waited days for, the sweet stretch of their cocks inside her. Venom set up a fast pace, and she matched his rhythm. When her orgasm erupted like hot lava, fangs sank deep into the vein in her neck. Pain rushed her, quickly followed by sweet pleasure. His mind merged with hers, and he was everywhere, filling all her recesses with his presence. She convulsed around his member as she tumbled into a pure cavern of desire. Venom released her neck, threw his head back, and she watched him growl his release like a wild creature.

* * * * *

Viper could barely wait for his brother to pull from their mate. His cock wept for her, his wolf panted for her, his soul craved her. He positioned himself between her thighs, looped her legs over his arms, and opened her wide as he impaled her. Her wet heat easily accepted him as she regarded him with a hooded gaze, no doubt suffering from lightheadedness. He watched his erection slide in and out of her tight channel, felt his balls draw up snug against his body. His fangs ached, knowing how sweet her blood tasted and how much his vamp would enjoy fucking and feeding.

When tingles raced down his spine, he leaned over, shoved his cock as far in as possible and sank his fangs into her neck. Honeyed blood flowed over his tongue, filled his mouth with her essence as his seed exploded. She arched into him before crying out with her orgasm. With him in her mind, they rode out the pleasure. When he was spent, he released her throat, licked the punctures closed before collapsing over her.

Emotions thick as honey threatened to overwhelm him. He loved this woman, knew his brother did too. But telling her might push her further away before they had time to convince her that she was theirs. Maybe he
should
just tell her, lay it on the line. Women liked to hear sweet words, didn’t they?

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” she said, her voice muffled from the blood loss. “I think I need to hang around awhile, you know, to date. Have sex…after hunting.”