Fated Magic (The Wolf Pack) (2 page)

Jameson
and Trev had been in a meeting in their office with Tristan and Nick Micheals most of the afternoon.  Tristan was the head of the Wolf Pack’s security detail and his younger brother, Nick, was his second in command.  Both were top of the line security experts and they’d been explaining some of the upgrades they’d recently completed around the estate’s perimeter. The new equipment was going to offer state of the art protection for the entire pack, but the enhancements had been in response to the threats to Kit when she’d first become theirs. 

Several months ago,
Kit’s grandmother had warned he and Trev the danger to Kit would increase as she neared her delivery date.  No one had mentioned it to Kit because she had already been struggling with such extreme nausea her obstetrician had threatened to hospitalize her more than once and had advised her husbands to keep her exposure to stress at a minimum. 

Jameson had never felt so helpless in his life as he had watching his lovely mate turn green and run from the dining room at some point during almost every meal for
the larger part of five months.  Even though all the damned books he’d read had said it would end sooner, the physician had assured them that exceptions were common and it would eventually pass.  When Ruby had finally returned from a trip to the Congo and she’d heard how ill her granddaughter had been, she’d shown up the next day with a small bottle of purple slime that immediately ended the problem.  From that point on, Kit had been famished and everyone in the house had joyfully fed her anything and everything she’d asked for. 

Ruby had returned each week with a new bottle and he’d cornered her the third week and asked what was going on.  Ruby Stone was a force of nature and Jameson had a huge amount of respect for her and her magical abilities.  Kit’s mother was also a gifted witch, but she lacked Ruby’s easy going attitude
, and Carla Harris’s continual criticism of her daughter hadn’t set well with either he or his brother.  Ruby had grinned and said she was only giving Kit vitamins at this point, but she was also teaching her a bit of magic and renewing the protections spells she’d placed on Kit and their children each time she visited. 

They hadn’t heard from Ruby in a couple of weeks and
he’d asked Kit about it just last night while they’d been watching television.  She had assured him it was perfectly normal.  “Both my mother and grandmother fly off at a moment’s notice when they are needed or the Supreme Council summons them.  I just hope Granny Good Witch gets her happy self back here soon, I’m out of purple slime and when I tried to make it myself I had a problem in the kitchen.” 

Trev had burst out laughing.  “A
problem
?  Are you kidding?  The cooks were terrified and banned you from the kitchen.”  Turning to Jameson he added, “Our sweet mate isn’t allowed in there without supervision.  It took the staff hours to clean the goo off every surface, including the ceiling.”  Jameson had looked at Kit in disbelief and just raised his brow in question. 

“Well…yeah, they were
pretty miffed.  But banned is really a pretty strong word.  I’d really prefer to think of it as a recommendation.  And I know you are wondering why you didn’t know about this.”  Jameson had become amused as he’d watched her become suddenly interested in looking at everything in the room but him.  “Well, I sort of bribed everyone so they wouldn’t rat me out.”  When he frowned, she’d quickly added, “You know how you get.  And I love you for being protective, I really do.  But it can be a bit stifling at times and…well, I really do have to learn this stuff.” 

Jameson had fought the laughter threaten
ing to bubble up, but he knew his lips had twitched and that she hadn’t missed it when he saw her shoulders sag in relief.  “Okay, kitten, new rules for you my lovely mate.  We’ll install anything you need for a learning lab in one of the back sheds,
but
you have to have your granny or mother with you and you have to wear a lead apron to protect the babies, and goggles…and gloves…and anything else I can dream up to protect you between now and then.”  She had reluctantly agreed and then he’d scooped her up and quickly made his way to their bed. 

And
now today, toward the end of their meeting, he and Trev had both been overwhelmed with an all-consuming fear that they had both known was coming from Kit.  They’d both run from the room in a blind panic searching for their mate and had been quickly directed outside by one of their pack mates who was just coming in the backdoor.  Jameson had been so overwhelmed with rage that he hadn’t immediately registered her fear wasn’t from someone that was actually present, but was from someone speaking in her mind.  Whoever it had been was skilled enough to block both of her mates from hearing him.  All they’d been able to hear was Kit’s screaming fear and his soul had been set to boiling rage. 
How dare anyone harm Kit?

When they’d run around the corner of the hedge surrounding the pool area
they had found Kit, pale as a sheet, covered in a cold sweat, and surrounded by her friends.  When Jameson had seen for himself that she was unharmed, his knees had nearly buckled in relief.  As soon as he’d touched her, he’d felt her fear race through him like polar ice.  After pressing a quick kiss to her cool lips, he’d turned to Julie and listened as his cousin explained how Kit had suddenly started shaking and seemed to be staring off into space.  Angie added that they had called Kit’s name several times and she hadn’t seemed to hear them and when they’d surrounded her, she hadn’t even appeared to be aware anyone was near her.  It hadn’t been until Libby had given her a shake that Kit had finally seemed to return to the moment, but even then she’d been too dazed to respond to their questions. 

In his peripheral vision he’d seen Trev tending to their mate while he talked to Julie, Angie, and Libby.  Jameson hadn’t been surprised to see his brother scoop her up and head into the house with her nestled safely in his arms. 
As soon as Tristan and Nick arrived, Jameson had headed to his office.  He’d called Kit’s father, but Richard Harris hadn’t heard from his wife or mother-in-law since they’d left in the middle of the night a couple of weeks ago.  Richard told him that he wasn’t even sure where they’d gone, but he did know they’d both received calls from the head of the Supreme Council himself and according to Richard, that was highly unusual.  Jameson quickly explained the threat that Kit had just received because the information had flowed freely from her mind to his with just a quick touch.  Richard had promised to make some calls and be in touch.  Jameson had given a quick update to Tristan then made his way upstairs.  Listening to his brother and mate speak both out loud and through their mind link had calmed him and helped him refocus his energy away from his anger and directed it back where it needed to be…helping Kit. 

He’d barely held back his laugh as he’d watched Trev distract Kit with his antics with the babies.  They had both noticed the little tykes would shift toward them and been quite proud of it. 
Ruby had mentioned that both babies appeared to be magically gifted and the speculation was that even though she’d just conceived, her pregnancy had added to her power.  And evidently that added power had helped Kit lock Damian behind the seal when he’d tried to harm her mates. 

With
Kit’s due date approaching quickly, Jameson had been weighing the pros and cons of staying at the estate and having her deliver in their small clinic.  A year ago they had spent an obscene amount of money building the small medical facility that even included a small, but state of the art operating room.  Now that the threat had been renewed, he was leaning in that direction because it was easier to protect her here than it would be in a hospital.  But he did understand his cousin Angie’s concerns, as a physician she had pointed out some of the reasons a hospital with a well-equipped neo-natal unit might be a safer option.  Jameson had planned to speak with Angie again before he broached the subject with Kit, but now he wasn’t sure it could wait. 

He and Trev both quickly stripped out of their clothes and moved
their mate into the large shower.  They kept their hands on Kit because she really did look like she had a very nice sized beach ball under her skin and he didn’t doubt that her balance was being challenged more and more each day.  Just before he had joined them in the shower, Jameson had taken the time to switch on the stereo so now the room was awash in the sweet piano music of Brian Crain.  Kit was extremely sensual and Trev had noted that innate sensuality translated to her being very responsive to music.  Jameson smiled to himself thinking about how grateful he was Trev had noticed how music was able to calm her when she’d been so ill earlier in her pregnancy and they had immediately purchased everything the gifted pianist she favored had ever recorded. 

Running his hand
s over her perfect ivory skin was like caressing wet silk and feeling her lean into his touch made him smile.  “Does that feel good, kitten?  You are practically purring, you know.  And it is music to my soul to hear those contented sounds coming from my mate.  Knowing my touch ignites that fire in you is a serious turn on, love.”  He’d washed her long, dark red hair and conditioned it as well after he turned her back around and pulled her tightly against him so her back was nestled securely against his chest.  He marveled at how perfectly she fit against him.  Even though he and Trev were over a foot taller than their tiny mate, she still felt like she had been created for their arms alone. 

When Jameson looked down over her soft shoulders he could see
Trev was kneeling in front of Kit.  Trev’s voice was already rough with desire as he spoke to Kit.  “Spread your legs for me, baby.  That’s a good girl.  Now, just relax and let us make you feel better.”  As soon as Trev stopped speaking, Kit’s head had fallen back against him and she’d immediately started shaking so Jameson knew Trev was working his own kind of magic with his tongue. 

“Tell me what Trevlon is doing to you
, my love,” Jameson spoke against the outer rim of her ear and let his warm breath brush over the sensitive skin between her ear and hairline.  The small shudder that moved through her like a wave let him know his effort had paid off.

Kit’s
breathing was becoming shallow and for several seconds Jameson wasn’t sure she was going to respond because she seemed lost in a fog of desire.  When she finally managed to speak the airy tone of her voice went straight to his cock.  He would have sworn he couldn’t get any harder, but he’d have been wrong.  Speaking in a halting cadence, Kit’s sweet voice floated on the steam surrounding them. 

“His tongue is magic and it’s….Oh God.  It’s dancing in, over, and through the folds of my pussy and when he circles
—” She hadn’t gotten to finish the narration before her scream of release echoed off the shower walls and she sagged limply in his arms.  Her knees had folded out from under her, but he’d been ready and she’d barely dropped when he’d caught her in his arms. 

The sparkles that always
danced over her skin as she came were somewhat dimmed by the water in the shower, but they never failed to captivate him.  The first time it had happened, he and Trevlon had assumed they’d imagined it.  Sex with Kit was always a soul-deep experience and each time they made love to her, it seemed as though they became even more tightly bonded as a ménage unit.  Jameson held her up until the trembles of her orgasm slowly abated. Looking over her shoulder, he saw her fingers tangled in Trev’s hair.  She was clutching him tightly against her belly and Trev was kissing their children through her tight skin.  Jameson felt his heart skip a beat as he took in the beauty of the intimacy shared between the two people he loved most in the world.  He tried to paint a picture in his mind because he never wanted to forget this moment. 

H
e and Trev helped dry her beautifully pinked skin and comb out the dark auburn hair that now brushed her lower back so the wet tips of the soft waves left water droplets along the top curve of her gorgeous ass cheeks.  They dressed quickly and led Kit into their small living room.  There were things the three of them needed to discuss and Jameson knew full well that if they gave in to the temptation and settled in their bed he wouldn’t want to discuss anything except how deep he planned to sink his throbbing cock into her sweet channel.  Hell, just thinking about it had pre-cum topping his erection and he groaned as he tried to find a comfortable way to sit in one of the wing-backed chairs.  They’d settled Kit on the sofa and propped her feet up on the small mahogany table in front of her.  “Kitten, I want you to know we have already taken steps to increase security around the estate.  Your granny mentioned a few weeks ago the danger to you would increase as you got nearer to your due date so the security upgrades had actually started at that time.” 

Her eyes
went wide, but to her credit she didn’t complain about the fact she was only now being told about all of this.  When he explained the questions and concerns he and Trev had discussed with the security team about where their children should be delivered, he could hear the echoes of those same questions in her mind, and knew she had obviously been worrying about the problem too.  He wanted to kick himself for not considering that as intelligent as their mate was, she would not have missed all the possible implications. 

Glancing down
, Jameson smiled when he saw her hand moving in slow, loving circles over her belly.  Kit Wolf was going to be a spectacular mother, Jameson didn’t doubt it for a second.  He knew she was worried about being able to keep up with twins, but she still didn’t fully understand all the benefits of pack life.  And having an endless supply of willing helpers under the same roof was certainly going to ease the strain.  But they’d also hired a couple of their younger pack members as nannies.  The young women they’d chosen were the cream of the crop and had already been helping Kit as personal assistants, and she loved them both.