Three’s a Clan (27 page)

“Come for us, Shelly. You won’t break us. Think we can’t handle you? My hands have a great grip.” Rick twisted his fingers as he talked. The spiral he made had me climbing a peak higher than I ever knew existed. “Come now.”

His fingers and the two cocks inside me all pounded in me at once and the force pushed me over the edge. The orgasm that shook my body wouldn’t stop. My pussy had no room to clamp down, but it tried as it slammed against the too full feeling I couldn’t overcome.

Rick didn’t stop. He pulled his cock out of my pussy. He pulled his fingers out of my ass. I was still vibrating from orgasm as his cock thrust in where he’d prepped me so perfectly. My scream was the purest pleasure, as I began to climax all over again.

The muscle contractions brought me tight against Trevor and the pressure pushed my clit over his pelvis. I rubbed wet all over his hips, but I couldn’t come back down yet. The tandem thrusts from my mates were insistent. As I kept rolling over the endless ocean of orgasm they gave me I cried out. It was the sweetest pain ever when they both bit down on me. What was sweeter was when they put their arms in front of my face. Their wrists pressed to my lips as they held me between their teeth. I bit down, one fang sunk into each wrist, and the orgasm took them along the endless waves I was finally riding to shore.

The thrusts slowed and both men began to breathe again. They released my neck with a lick, and I did the same with their wrists. Trevor rolled to his side as Rick lay down next to us. We stayed attached and naked on the garden grounds.

I heard the water again as the rush of pleasure against my eardrums began to recede. I smiled. We were getting a waterfall showerhead.

My men softened, but even when they slipped from my body, their arms stayed strong and they held us together.

Rick was right. There was no need to run anymore.

Chapter Forty-Two

Trevor

There wasn’t hot or cold anymore, there were just sensations that didn’t involve Shelly. The intensity of our love making session was what battles like ours were fought for. Being inside her wet walls together was something we were definitely going to do again. My cock throbbed, but I had to settle myself. Vampire, hybrid, werewolf, whatever, that much abuse to such a beautiful part of a woman’s body deserved a rest. But just a short one. Then we would do that shit again.

I heard noises from the water feature, from the animals in the nearby woods, but it was the window of the house opening that had my attention. I should be inside tending to the baby, checking on Amber, but all the worry about their health was for naught.

“Oh for the love of gods, do you people realize there is a whole entire fucking mansion with beds inside? And doors that lock. And…and…soundproofed rooms. Geez. Thanks for helping me wake up, but fucking ewww.” Amber’s voice had me and Alpha hopping up and running for the cover of trees. Wolves endured familial nudity when shifting, but to have your young catch you in a post-coital embrace without having cleaned off was not something any wolf wanted. I looked around the bark of an ancient oak and there lounged our mate. The little blonde vixen didn’t run. Nope. She took the opportunity to do a slow cat stretch. When her back arched, I caught the light reflecting off her thighs that were still wet from our frolic in the fountain.

“Amber, hearing your vulgar voice adds such an ambiance to the evening.” Shelly propped up on her elbows as she talked but didn’t bother to cover herself.

“Are you aware that I pushed a living being out of my vagina? Some peace and quiet would be nice. Or better yet…you go right ahead. Then when you have to push a hybrid out of your vagina, I will roll around outside your bedroom and fuck your brother.” Amber leaned back in the window for a second and despite the horribly awkward circumstances, I couldn’t help smile at the tiny sound that filtered out into the garden. It was a cry. A baby cry.

“Hey, Amber.” Shelly called to her and the crying settled as Amber returned to the window with the little tike bundled up in blankets.

“What is it, Barbie?” Amber’s harsh tone was gone, and I watched through the leaves as a soft smile broke out on her face. The baby’s hand reached out of the blankets. Amber kissed the tiny fingers before she tucked the baby back in tight.

“I’m glad you didn’t die.”

Between these two, that was an
I love you
.

“Ditto.” Amber handed the baby back to the arms of a very proud and obviously relieved man behind her. Jake kissed the little one’s head and walked away, before Amber continued, “Now go put on some fucking clothes, ya ho. There are children present.”

With a wicked grin, Amber shut the window and pulled the blinds. I made sure she wasn’t going to make another appearance before stepping out from behind my cover. There were some things pseudo fathers and daughters just shouldn’t share.

“If I hadn’t just taken the reins for this whole wagon of crazy, I would worry about my mates’ ability to stand their ground.” Shelly stood up, she wobbled, but I caught the whiff of her arousal on the air.

I looked down at the blazing erection that jumped to her attention. At least I knew she wasn’t disinterested in seconds. Then her words registered. “What do you mean, you took the reins?”

“This cannot be happening.” Rick stepped out from his hiding spot and held up his wrist like he was looking at the time on his non-existent watch. Then his eyes darted up to me and he thrust his arm my way. “Did you know this would happen?”

I looked down at his arm. Holy crap. A deep red line was snaking around and around his wrist. It was a matemark. I had never seen one in the process of being created, and I was fascinated. I reached out to grab Rick’s arm, but he pulled back.

“When we are naked and there is no woman between us, you keep your damn hands to yourself.”

“You were the one who was shoving your wrist in my face.”

“It’s not like you don’t have one of your own to gawk at.” Rick sighed as I looked down long enough to see that he was right.

Trails of red had already formed around my wrist, but my matemark wasn’t complete. The little blaze of red kept winding and weaving around.

“So I guess you didn’t know. At least I can comfort myself with that now that we are playing second fiddle to our mate.” Rick’s words jarred my concentration.

“What do you mean second fiddle?” But before I could pronounce the last word, I felt it. Shelly’s pull. That same drive to follow her that had me become the Beta to a werewolf I created. Shelly was our lead now.

“Looks like we inadvertently formed a Clan, boys.” Shelly’s smile was darn near reptilian. “And I get to be your queen. Your queen wants a real bath and…” Her confidence faltered. She looked down at her stomach and the organ that had been empty since birth growled. “Um…I guess, I need food.”

I knew just the food to treat her with. We had a house full of women. Kari was here. It was time to teach Shelly about chocolate.

The scene in the kitchen was surreal. First of all, the kitchen was huge. Our entire workout building could have fit inside this thing. Dual islands, two refrigerators, and a breakfast nook fit for ten made plenty of space for us to stand around and smile as Shelly unwrapped a piece of chocolate.

“Why do they wrap it up separately?” She held the piece up to her nose and sniffed. You would think we were offering her food from a bin marked rat poison.

“They are wrapped separately because it is a fucking experience to eat one. Every bite of that is worth savoring.” Amber grabbed some of her own.

I shook my head, knowing her daughter was going to be quite a handful too. Served Amber right.

Then the lighthearted exchange took on a much less lighthearted tone. The chocolate began to melt in Shelly’s mouth and she moaned. My cock jumped to attention. From the smell that began to emanate from my Alpha, I was not the only one that knew we would keep chocolate around the house from now on.

“This…is…amazing.” Shelly put another piece in her mouth. “I have eaten food before, but all my senses are so alive right now. Is this how it always tasted? Man, I missed out on a lot being a vampire.”

“Bite your tongue, hybrid. I still have to lead a Family, and now it seems that I am out a miasma, unless you want to carve it out for me.” The words thickened the air, as we all remembered what apparently had slipped Brandon’s puny vampire brain.

“Might want to rephrase that, my former Matheo. You realize the last Matheo Meyers used that line to try and kill quite a few people in this very room.” Shelly licked her fingers and grabbed another piece of chocolate.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I was joking. I am not trying to behead anyone. I swear. I just was letting you all know that Shelly is no longer under my leadership and the miasma has split and gone…somewhere.” Brandon’s lip curled up in a grimace at the sight of Shelly eating real food.

“So everything worked out like it was supposed to?” Amber asked, and Shelly ignored her. Amber slapped Shelly’s arm, and when that didn’t work, Amber grabbed the bag of chocolate and pulled it out of the way.

“Hey!” Shelly grabbed for the bag, but when Amber dodged her, Shelly grudgingly answered. “I guess it went as well as could be expected.” Then that light went into Shelly’s eyes when she realized that she had a piece of information that could annoy those around her.

Amber picked up on it right away. “You formed a Clan, didn’t you?”

Amber looked at me and her father and then back to Shelly. With a precious bundle tucked tight in her arms, she hopped up on the seat next to Shelly and put the bag of chocolate between them.

“It seems that it happened without my trying.” Shelly shrugged.

“Are you going to keep your current surname?” Amber asked.

Shelly looked over at me and Rick. She didn’t make a smartass comment, and that let me know she was about to say something that meant a lot to her. “I was hoping to go for something different. There’s this rune Annabelle told me about that means rebirth. I don’t know, but it feels like we all get to start over now. So I was thinking we could be called the Berkano Clan.”

I could tell it meant a lot to her, and moving away from the names that had been fighting for so long to one united title, seemed like a great idea to me. Shelly grinned back. She knew it was right, but she included us in the decision. The glint returned to her eyes as she said. “I think this means I get to be the Queen B.”

“If you get either of them to actually call you Queen, I want it on tape. At bare minimum, you get it recorded on your phone. Can you dazzle them? I can’t dazzle Jake yet. I am wondering if it is because I started out a wolf, or if it was just the fact that I don’t understand how I do it yet.”

“I’ll teach you how to do it as a vampire. Maybe we can practice and share notes.”

They went off talking on their own. I never thought I’d see them in such close proximity without bloodshed. I was just enjoying the scene when I got hit in the arm with a sandwich.

Craig slapped me two more times with the turkey club before I grabbed it and took a bite. I was hungry, but it wasn’t the complete drive to fill my stomach that it usually was.

“You know you are screwed, right?” Craig’s words muffled from around the masticating food between his molars.

“What do you mean?”

Rick flanked the other side of me eating an identical sandwich. “He means those two are going to work together. At least for a while, and then we are going to serve under two of the most powerful beings the planet has ever seen.”

I waved Rick off. He was being overly dramatic. I hoped. Craig noticed the red I sported at my wrist.

“More man matemarks? This crap is too much. At least yours can be covered up with a thick watch. Poor Jake is stuck with his massive womanly hickey.” Craig went back to eating his sandwich.

“I’d get branded by that woman all over again.” Rick and I shared something special, and I didn’t mind taking a back seat to Shelly in the least. Rick swallowed his bite before he continued. “It’s not like we haven’t seen this already. Amber is the one who began this whole business. She created the first Clan. Whatever magic is working around her was not satisfied with just one sect. Shelly is our Alpha female.”

“Queen B.” Shelly shouted the word over her shoulder before going back to her chocolate.

I was not expecting to do a change of organization with my first orgasm as a hybrid, but I wasn’t surprised. I felt settled for the first time in my life. It plastered a permagrin on my face so big, I couldn’t continue the sandwich.

“You need to help me out. Shelly and Amber are working on their new powers together. Amber is hard enough to handle, but if she and Shelly put their heads together… we have got to do something.” Jake looked the least composed I had ever seen him.

“You know what you can do? You can get me some diapers for our daughter, because…damn, whoever’s shirt this was is going to need a replacement.” Amber got up with the little bundle in her hands, but even with her wolf nose, she held the baby close and kissed her head.

I put a hand on Jake’s shoulder. His worry had faded to the stupid grin that spread across every face in the kitchen. They were both alive. We were all alive, and everyone we had come to save had come out in one piece. Fate was on our side for the first time in quite a while. I’d give up what little influence I had as Beta if this was the outcome. The baby’s cries stopped and Amber laughed and we all filed into the living space adjacent to the kitchen. Amber was raining kisses all over the tiny little hands and feet and ended the kissing spree with a peck on her tiny little nose.

“Elizabeth Hart, what am I going to do with you?”

“Elizabeth?” Rick’s voice came from beside me.

Amber looked up for just a second before returning her attention to the tiny and now much cleaner bundle of baby. “Elizabeth. Elizabeth Lily Hart.”

I looked to Rick. Hearing Lily’s name given new life helped give us both closure. There are ways to remember those we loved, and now we could dote on this child and give her a family. This is what our Lily would have wanted.

Shelly went up to the baby. Shelly was the one to bring together our trio in a way that was never meant to be with Lily, but there had to be some hard feelings that she wasn’t the first woman we loved. And Shelly wasn’t exactly the type to share something she wanted. Rick was the one to hold me back when I stepped forward.

“You are beautiful, kid. Almost makes me want one.” The longing in her voice showed me something that her words would never admit. Shelly was envious of another woman.

“You realize you are a grandma now right? You need to learn to knit, Barbie.” Amber wrapped up Elizabeth and handed her to Shelly. “We do need booties.”

“Amber, you have enough booty for all of us. But this little one will have everything she needs, and more than she could ever want while she grows. Don’t screw her up.”

“Nah, she’s too perfect to ever get screwed up.”

The tiny child sighed and curled into Shelly’s arms. No doubt about it. The kid was perfect.