Angel's Touch [PUP Squad Alpha 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

“Fuck,” she whispered as the enormity of what they were sharing washed over her. Never in her life had she expected to be so lucky as to have two incredible men both love her at the same time. She was still trying to comprehend the spiritual connection she felt when her men started to move.

Jed lifted her slightly, sliding his cock from her pussy and then sliding back in as Devlin pulled out of her ass. Devlin groaned as he sank back in. Together they built a rhythm, holding her between them, their grip unbreakable, their ability to protect her undeniable.

And then, as if they could no longer resist, they started moving faster, pushing into her harder, going deeper, stamping her with their possession, filling her senses with them, only them. She felt her orgasm build, the strange, breathless anticipation almost more than she could bear.

Devlin slammed into her ass, holding still, groaning as her anus gripped him, squeezing his cock as Jed held her suspended and thrust up into her pussy again and again and again. She gasped, panting, trying to hold off her climax, trying to hold on to this moment, trying to imprint the memory of this incredible feeling.

Orgasm slammed her. Everything shook, her feet, her hands, her arms. She cried out, the amazing, incredible, delirious, overwhelming sensations going on and on and on. She floated, her senses turning inward, the only reality in her world the two men who loved her, both of them groaning as her climax dragged them with her, hopefully taking them into the same wonderful feeling of completion as she inhabited.

Finally,
finally
, she came back down, her euphoric high still held close to her heart, but her love for these men bringing her back to reality.

“I love you both,” she whispered quietly, unable to keep the words inside.

“Thank the goddess for that,” Jed said breathlessly, “because I’m not going anywhere. I love you, Lilly. I have for a very long time.” She kissed him reverently, loving the feeling of being exactly where she belonged.

Devlin laughed quietly, pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and said the words she’d been longing to hear for years. “I’ll never leave you again, Lil. I love you and I am definitely here to stay.”

“What do you mean it tells the future?” Jed asked, feeling even more confused than he had two days ago. They’d been working on translating the journal that Bethany had left behind, but far from making things clearer, it seemed to just make less sense.

“Look at this passage,” Devlin said with a wry grin. “It talks about the girl with two names gaining two bears, and this paragraph here mentions the one who ‘doesn’t know’ being caught between fire and ice.”

Jed frowned at the vague words. The passages could be about Hannah and Kristen, but like all prophesies, they were wide open to interpretation. It could just as easily apply to a child named Stacey-Lee who got two teddy bears for her birthday and a restaurant chef standing between the stove and the freezer unaware that she had no customers.

Even the tense was incorrect. It read as something that had already happened, but was written well before Hannah and Kristen had been found by PUP Squad Alpha.

“Does it say anything about the one who bounced around the world for several weeks?” Lilly asked with a wide smile.

“Not that I’ve found, but there’s something here that mentions the fireproof one being mistaken for someone else.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Jed asked.

“I don’t have a clue,” Devlin said with a sigh.

“Hang on. I read something about a dragon prophesy and a fireproof woman.” Lilly flicked through the pages and pages of handwritten notes that they’d made. “Hell, what I wouldn’t give for a computer right now. This would be so much easier if I had a word processing program and a search function.”

“You know computers?” Devlin asked, sounding shocked.

Lilly smirked at him. “What do you think I did when I wasn’t at the diner? Sit around and wait for you to arrive?”

Devlin actually blushed at that accusation. “I guess I really didn’t give it much thought.”

“Well, just for the record,” she said with a teasing smile, “I spent most of my time studying. I was happy to stay close to my family, but I still wanted to travel and see the world.” She laughed quietly. “Although five weeks of bouncing all over the planet seems to have cured me of my wanderlust, for the moment. I’d sure love a piece of Aunt Ida’s pie about now.”

Jed smiled. He could almost taste the homemade apricot pie that Ida had been understandably proud of. It was rather strange how the few years he’d lived in that sleepy little town seemed more vivid in his memory than most of his three hundred years before. He glanced at Lilly knowing she was the main reason for that. Even in his eighty-year-old form he’d loved the woman.

“Got it,” Lilly said. “The passage talks of a fireproof woman who isn’t a dragon but will be the dam of the harbinger.” She screwed her face up as she reread the words more slowly. “Dam? I think we might have translated that incorrectly.” She flicked the pencil against the paper a few times, obviously deep in thought. “Okay, ‘dam’ is the English word used for a horse’s mother, so if we assume that Bethany meant ‘mother’ in this sentence, then she’s referring to a fireproof woman who is the mother of the bringer.” She looked at Devlin and Jed and shrugged. “Bringer of what?”

“Bringer of peace,” Jed said as the report he’d read about Brody’s mother attacking her grandchild popped into his head. Neither he nor Devlin had been there at the time, but it was a matter of public record that Brody’s family had tried to kill his wife and the half-dragon child she carried because they believed the child was the bringer of peace. Of course, only a select few knew the real identity of Brody’s wife. The human and paranormal worlds both believed that the schoolteacher known as Ava Seeton had died in a fiery car crash. He quickly explained to Lilly what had happened.

“So if we assume that the first passage we read is about Ava—the part that says the fireproof one will be mistaken for someone else—since it’s among the stuff about the other Oracle’s receptacles, then it would seem that Ava is not the ‘chosen one,’ that her child isn’t the bringer of peace.”

“That seems to be what it’s saying. And to be honest I think Brody would be relieved to hear that. He wasn’t pleased to think his son was destined for such a difficult life. Bringing peace to a bunch of bigoted, narrow-minded, pigheaded dragons won’t be an easy task.” He scratched at his chin, absently noting he needed a shave. With the hours they’d been keeping there hadn’t been much of a routine lately. “But if Ava isn’t the fireproof non-dragon from the prophesy, then who is?”

“Hannah!” Lilly cried out urgently. Confused for a moment—Hannah wasn’t fireproof as far as he knew—Jed almost lost it when Lilly disappeared into thin air.

“Shit,” Devlin said, grabbing the GPS locator. He stared at the screen, his body starting to glow with his fury. “She’s not anywhere. The trace is either malfunctioning or she bounced into an area shielded with some serious wards.”

“Sugarvale?” Jed asked frantically as he grabbed his phone and dialed Benjamin’s number. Somebody answered just as Lilly, Hannah, and a five-hundred-pound black bear appeared in the living room.

“Who the fuck are you?” Hannah said as she took up a defensive position between Lilly and the badly injured bear.

“Hannah,” Jed said, taking a step closer. “What happened?”

Hannah’s gaze swung to his momentarily but she didn’t seem to recognize him. She turned back to stare at Lilly and Devlin.

“Hannah,” Jed said in a louder voice. It was obvious that the bear was severely injured. They were wasting time, but it was clear that Hannah wouldn’t let them near him until she knew who they were and what they intended. “Hannah, is the bear Eric or West?”

She finally looked at him, thankfully this time recognizing him. “It’s West. We were walking. The shot came out of nowhere.”

“Fuck,” Devlin said as he finally got a close look at West’s injuries. “Jed, get them out of here. This isn’t a bullet. It looks like an explosive round that failed to detonate.”

“I’m not leaving him,” Hannah said stubbornly.

“Hannah,” Devlin said evenly, “I can help him, but I need to know you and Lilly are safe.” The bear whined a soft sound of agreement. Jed stepped forward in the hope of somehow dragging the two women to safety.

“It’s okay,” Lilly said, holding her hand up in a stop signal. “I’ll blink us both out of here at the first sign of trouble. I promise.”

Devlin nodded, his head already bent to the task of removing the explosive device.

“Jed, I need a containment field of some kind.” Devlin was glowing so brightly now that it was almost impossible to look at him. The bear groaned in pain as both of Devlin’s hands sank into the belly wound. Hannah made a soft noise of distress but thankfully stayed calm.

Jed ran into the kitchen, grabbed the wooden bread box, quickly enchanted it with the strongest protection spell he could think of, and took a position next to Devlin. As soon as the angel pulled the fist-sized round free of West’s stomach, he placed it carefully inside the box. Jed closed the lid, and turned toward the front door.

The enchantment held as he carried the box into the front yard, but Nathan was beside him when the damn thing exploded.

Lilly jumped at the loud sound, terror streaking through her as she prayed Jed was okay. She glanced out the open front door, but couldn’t see where he’d gone.

The injured bear had changed back into a man and now Hannah held one of her husbands in her arms. He looked very pale, but the wound in his belly was at least closed. It still looked jagged and painful, but it was a huge improvement over the horrendous, profusely bleeding, gaping wound that it had been moments before.

She caught a glimpse of movement in the front yard. She wasn’t sure if it was Jed, but somehow just knowing someone was moving around out there made her feel much calmer. She turned her attention to Devlin and smiled at the unexpected sight. “Jed wasn’t kidding when he said you glowed in the dark, huh?”

He smiled, glanced at his blood-covered hands and then back at the man on the floor.

“West, I can heal this,” he said quietly, “but you’ve lost an awful lot of blood. Is there someone I can contact to get you a transfusion?”

“We can’t take him to the hospital,” Hannah said anxiously. “Not until we know who attacked us.”

“I know,” Devlin said calmly. “Is Eric a compatible blood donor for you, West?”

“Not sure,” West said in a gravelly voice that couldn’t mask the pain he felt.

“Eric is a doctor. If he’s not compatible, he should know someone who is,” Hannah said anxiously.

Devlin glanced out the front door. It was obvious that he was worried for Jed and torn between priorities.

“Jed’s okay,” Lilly said, stepping closer to the window. She could see him talking to several men in the front yard. The bread box several feet behind them looked like the sides had been forced out so that it appeared to be more like a ball shape than a cube, but thankfully no one seemed to be injured. She wanted to hug both her men to her, but realized that now just wasn’t the time. “I’ll go get Eric and be back in two blinks.”

“No,” Devlin said sharply, “not without Jed. The whole town might be under attack.”

She nodded her agreement. She might be able to blink in and out of places without being seen by humans, but it would be stupid and possibly life threatening to blink into an area full of paranormals hoping to kill her.

Fortunately, Jed and a human Lilly didn’t recognize came in the front door a moment later. They both looked relieved to see West in his human-shaped form, but Lilly didn’t give Jed a chance to ask questions. She grabbed him and blinked them into Hannah’s living room.

Eric leapt from the chair he’d been in, ready to defend himself.

“Eric,” Jed said as the bear-shifter watched them warily. “West has been injured. He needs a blood transfusion.”

The man didn’t waste time asking questions. He grabbed a black leather bag that looked like an old-fashioned doctor’s bag and moved to stand in front of them. Lilly grabbed his hand and blinked the three of them back to the safe house where Devlin, West, and Hannah waited for them.

“What happened?” Eric asked, glancing at the pool of blood on the floor, before stepping around it to get to where West was sitting now.

“Same old, same old,” West said with a smile on his face. Whatever Devlin was doing seemed to be helping, but West still looked very pale.

“I’ve managed to heal the internal injuries,” Devlin said in a rough voice. “But a transfusion will get him back on his feet faster.”

Eric nodded, grabbed his bag, and started pulling out medical supplies. “Fortunately, cousin,” he said in a jovial tone, “the one thing we have in common, besides Hannah, is our blood type. You’ll be fighting fit in no time.”

“‘Fighting fit’ might be a very apt choice of words,” the man Lilly didn’t recognize said as he hung up his cell phone. “I just got off the phone with Brody. It looks like West was attacked by warlocks. Brody, Ronan, and Benjamin managed to apprehend two of them.” He looked like he was grinding his teeth together. “Ava helped.” He took a deep breath as if trying to get past the idea of the woman—his wife perhaps?—putting herself in the line of fire. “At least a dozen were able to open bounce tunnels and escape. The bastards can’t get past the wards or use their magic inside Sugarvale, so they’ve resorted to using human weapons. At least four other explosive rounds were shot into the town limits of Sugarvale. Fortunately, all except the one that hit West fell short, but it’s only a matter of time before they get their hands on rocket launchers or antiaircraft weapons. There’s no way to protect a town from those types of weapons.”