Christmas Moon (11 page)

Abel lay down next to her, withdrawing his fingers from her ass and pulling her over to straddle him. He thrust his cock into her pussy and held her down, still. She could feel him pulse inside her, sighed, and closed her eyes.
Perfect
. She didn’t see Cain move, but she felt him behind her. His hands roamed her back, pushing her down so she lay pressed against Abel. He caressed her ass, squeezing her, and then she heard the squeaky tube again. Her heart lodged in her throat, and he leaned over to speak softly in her ear.

“And what about both holes at once? Is that something we at least get to be first at?”

She groaned. Oh, God. One of her greatest fantasies.

“No,” she whispered. “Never.”

He growled. “Good.”

His fingers probed her ass, the wet slickness of the lube announcing his attention. Holding her breath, she concentrated on Abel’s face. His jaw was clenched hard, and she felt his determination to hold still. She gripped his shoulders when she felt Cain’s cock enter her. He was careful to go slow, his progress gentle but insistent. He rocked in and out several times before he was all the way in, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming.

She wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure that threatened to escape in the cry. She felt too full, bursting with cock and wondering if the pressure would tear her apart. Then they began to move, working in tandem, one thrusting in while the other slid out. It was heaven and hell. Exquisite torture. And in seconds she was screaming, unable to hold the pain or pleasure at bay. It was the strongest orgasm she’d ever had, and she knew they’d come with her, as soon as her overtaxed body had clamped around theirs. She shook as they both withdrew from her body, pulling her down to lie on the mattress between them.

Wrung out and replete, her body still humming, she stared at the ceiling and waited for her mind to come back together. She swore she still felt them in her, touching and caressing her. Their minds were wide open, and she felt their satisfaction, their triumph. What the hell was going on here? Something stirred in her memory, and her heart skittered. She wasn’t sure if it was alarm rising or that dark, needy part of herself she’d long hidden away. She sat up, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“What did you mean forever?”

Sighing, Abel rose, propping himself up on one elbow and reaching with the other arm to tug her back down. Cain watched, his mental shields mostly back in place. She got a sense of determined watchfulness from him and sensed a crouching beast just beyond her ability to fully see.

“There are enzymes in our saliva that when mixed with your blood connects us. Bind us.”

“
Bind
us?”

Okay, that was definitely alarm she was feeling. She wanted to get to know them, explore the sexuality that raged between the three of them. But binding sounded so…against her will. Her hands went to the marks on her neck. They tingled. As if they were alive—a living piece of Cain and Abel added to her flesh. Had she really thought she wanted a man of her own? Had she really made that stupid Christmas wish? If they were right, this couldn’t be undone. Whether she liked them or not, loved them or hated them. And if she did love them… Oh, God. What if they never loved her back? What if it was only chemistry that held them to her? She’d never forgive them for it. Never forgive herself for letting them close enough to destroy the happiness of three people. All for what? Lust? The sexual urges she couldn’t indulge anywhere else?

While she thought, Cain had gotten up and rushed through the shower. He came back to bed, shoved wet hair out of his eyes, and watched her as carefully as Abel did on her other side. Delilah’s chest constricted as she returned his gaze. That quiet watchfulness, the air of command, made her toes curl and her heart thump. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she was in real trouble. It wasn’t a matter of could she love him—
them
—only of matter of how long it took and how hard she fell. The animal awareness that resided deep within her that had kept her alone and lonely and safe for years clamored for escape.

“You have to undo it,” she whispered in desperation. Desperate to flee. Desperate to avoid heartache.

“No.” Cain growled, rolling over on top of her.

She was slick from the earlier orgasms, from Abel’s cum, and Cain’s aggressive action only made her wetter. He entered her in one thrust, with no preamble, not bothering to see if she was ready to accept his body but seeming to understand it would welcome him anyway. She wanted to resist, but her body betrayed her. She felt Cain’s desire for her to stay still, to accept him. Even if she’d found the will to push him away, his gaze held her in place. Dark and possessive, yet showing a vulnerability she’d never guessed him capable of. Something in her reached out, refusing to deny him whatever succor it was he sought.

“Mine.”

He leaned over to once again nibble at the spot on her neck he’d marked earlier, and her body was catapulted into another orgasm. She screamed at the intensity as he powered through the convulsions of her womb. It was as if her body had decided to force him over, too, and then wring every last drop from him. When he did come, it was with a low snarl, not the roar she expected.

“
Mine
,” he whispered again, withdrawing from her body and flopping to the bed beside her.

“Ours,” Abel added not giving her any rest.

He rolled her over, pulled her hips up so she was on knees and elbows. He plunged into her mind at the same time he plunged into her body. She felt everything the wolf felt. The need to possess. The need to dominate. The need to protect. And she realized she would never be able to make herself leave, would never be able to protect her heart.

His fingers found her clit, alternating between soft strokes and hard pulls and then, unbelievably, she was coming again. When the trembles subsided, he released her, and she fell flat on her face against the mattress. She had one thought before oblivion took her.
They’re going to kill me. I’ll never survive the sex.

* * * * *

The next morning, Abel dragged himself from the bed. He didn’t want to leave Delilah’s warm body, but somewhere in the house his cell phone was ringing. Damn his werewolf ears anyway. He got up as quietly as possible, just shook his head at Cain’s questioning look, and pulled on his jeans. He slipped out of the room without waking his mate. His exhausted mate. He winced. They might have tried to start out gentle but sure as hell hadn’t ended up that way. After a day and night of two insatiable werewolves, it was a miracle she hadn’t run screaming from the house.

Downstairs he found the phone sitting on an end table in the living room. The window said he had voice mail, and he flipped it open, pushing the button that would play messages. One was from his younger brother saying something about his plane being early, but Abel skipped over the rest of it. The other two were from Billy, demanding to know where the fuck his sorry ass was.

He arched his eyebrows, irritation rising. Unusual for their unflappable Beta to lose his cool or his manners, especially when he knew Abel was busy. Not to mention the holiday season. He reminded himself that Billy had once been a good friend, that they’d drifted over the years and it was Billy’s mate who brought Delilah to them. So maybe he could cut the were a little slack.

He went back upstairs to finish dressing. He heard Cain’s even breathing and knew he’d gone back to sleep wrapped around their mate, and he slipped into his old room to find clothes that hadn’t yet been moved. Clad in a sweater and his spare boots in mere seconds, he was out the door, hurrying to get back to the big house and find out what the damned rush was.

An hour later, the phone woke Cain. He would have ignored it but was afraid it would wake Delilah. Grumbling, he lurched from the bed and hurried to pick it up. He didn’t bother to look at the caller ID.

“What?”

“Nice to talk to you, too, brother.”

Cain had to smile at Aidan’s smooth, slightly sarcastic voice. He glanced over his shoulder at Delilah who still lay in a deep sleep, and his grin broadened. He couldn’t wait until the day Aidan met his mate. He had a feeling whoever she was would give him hell.

“It’s not really a great time for chatting, little brother.”

“Well, you’re stuck with me. I caught an earlier flight and no one else is answering their phone. So you won the lottery. You get to pick me up.”

He was
not
getting stuck with baby-sitting duty. But he couldn’t leave his brother stranded either. Fuck.

“All right. Someone will be there as soon as I can round them up.”

He didn’t wait for a response, just hung up the phone and dialed. He growled his frustration when there was no answer and called Abel. He answered on the second ring.

“Hey.”

“Where the fuck did you run off to? Aidan is at the airport. One of us has to go get him.”

“Well, go.” His brother was distracted. His tone had a definite
why the fuck are you bothering me
with this
edge.

Cain actually cringed when he answered. “I don’t want to wake Delilah up. Can you get back to the house?”

He hated to admit even to himself why her comfort was so important to him. Because he knew he couldn’t live without her. Knew he already loved her. And he knew when she awoke, she’d still be thinking about leaving them. His hand itched to stroke her belly, but he held himself back, took a deep breath. Already her scent had altered, a sweetness added to the rich spice that had damn near driven them crazy earlier.

She was pregnant. He was pleased and disturbed. Thrilled that she carried their child, that there was now one more tie between the three of them, but worried about how she’d react when she discovered their deception. They could prevent pregnancy the same way humans did. They’d just chosen not to.

Abel sighed, and Cain felt the same conflicted emotions from his brother. “Why can’t the dads go?”

“No answer.” He’d tried calling them before his brother.

“You’re gonna have to take her with you then.”

There was a long pause while he thought it over. He really didn’t want to wake her up. They’d worn her to exhaustion the previous afternoon and then kept her up half the night. Then there were the babies to consider. Giving into temptation, he laid his palm over her stomach. He’d have to talk to Dad, find out if it was possible to be certain of pregnancy so early. He felt his wolf rise, a long satisfied stretch, and inhaled deeply. No. He was right. Her scent continued to alter, to grow sweeter, more alluring. If this was normal, he’d have to make sure she stayed pregnant.

“It worked,” he said, sharing the news with his brother in images, feelings. He heard Abel take a ragged breath, felt his heart race.

“She needs her rest then.”

“She does.” But he couldn’t keep himself from leaning over her, nibbling her neck. She moaned in her sleep and rolled to her side, turning into his touch. He backed off, reluctant to rouse her.

“Go get Aidan. Lock the house, and let her sleep.”

Cain’s wolf growled, reluctant to leave its mate unguarded.

“The roads are clear, Cain. It shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes to get him. She knows not to leave house without us, and I’ll feel it if she needs me. I can be there in less than two minutes if I change. Hell, she’ll probably still be in bed when you get back.”

Cain hated the idea but knew there was no good reason not to follow it. The house was only half a mile from the Alpha’s home. Everyone knew it and knew who the woman who lived in it belonged to. There was the rogue, but whoever he was, he’d never attacked during the day, and never a mate. He always went after werewolves. Cain wasn’t concerned for his safety or Abel’s and knew Delilah would be safe. So why did he feel uneasy about leaving her? Was it simply the fear she’d wake up and try to leave? Or something more?

“All right. But I’d feel a lot better if you were here, or just went and picked him up yourself.”

He had a vision of Abel gnashing his teeth, heard a door shut in the background and silence as Abel moved into a room by himself.

“Look, Cain. I know how you feel, but you know as well as I do that at some point we’re going to have to give her some freedom. A little bit of space. We can’t be with her 24/7.”

Like hell he couldn’t.

“And if you could, you’d drive her crazy. She’s not gonna put up with total control, and if you’re honest, you’ll admit you don’t want that anyway. She has to be here of her own free will.”

Just like that, Abel got to the root of his worry. Cain sighed, already getting dressed. His brother was right. He wanted—needed—Delilah to stay because she wanted to be with them, not because the bond forced it.

“Shit,” he muttered. In his ear, Abel laughed, but it was a distracted sound. He’d already moved on to pack business, assured Cain would take care of family matters. He closed the phone without saying goodbye, bent to drop a brief light kiss on her lips, and left the room.

Downstairs, he locked all the windows and doors with a sense of unreality riding him hard. He’d grown up in the house but couldn’t remember a time the doors had ever been locked. The unease he’d felt earlier came back when he walked outside. He stared at the house a few minutes before shaking it off and going to the truck. Aidan better appreciate this and keep his wiseass comments to himself.