The Lion's Den

Titles by D.N. Simmons

Knights of the Darkness Chronicles

Desires Unleashed

The Guilty Innocent

The Royal Flush

Hostile Territory

The Lion’s Den

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidences either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2011 by D.N. Simmons

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Dedication and Acknowledgments

As always, I dedicate this novel to my absolutely wonderful, loyal, understanding and
truly
patient readership. I thank you all for the opportunity you’ve given me to entertain you. It has been my greatest pleasure. I want you know that your unwavering support inspires me and I am honored to have you all as readers.

I’d like to thank my mother for being the wonderful, supportive and loving person you are. Thank you for pushing me to meet my potential. I’d like to thank my father for your support, love and guidance. Last, but not least, I’d like to send a specil “thank you” to all of you who have supported me in life and in my career.

Love Always

D.N.

C
hapter
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Natasha entered the bedroom she shared with her two lovers. Both men lounging on the bed watching television, looked up at her.

Xavier chuckled. "You have that, 'I have a favor to ask of you', face," he said, noting Natasha's expression.
"Do I?" Natasha asked.
"Yes," Xavier answered.

“
Wow, you can read me really well. Do you mind?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No, of course not. What’s the favor?”

Natasha smiled. "These cravings are driving me crazy. I actually think they’re stronger than before. Anyway, I would really, really, really

” 
"Oh-oh, she said 'really' three times, this must be a big favor you’re getting ready to ask of us," Xavier teased.
"Well, that depends," Natasha began. She climbed on the bed, sliding closer to her two men. "I really want a big, juicy burger loaded with all kinds of trimmings like the one I saw on TV yesterday. That thing looked like it was the bomb, don't ya'll agree?"
"Are you talking about the one that’s a pound of ground beef, three different cheeses, six slices of thick-cut bacon, honey-glazed-deep fried onion rings, a potato pancake and a layer of marinated beef brisket sautéed with mushroom in au jus sauce?" Xavier asked.

Natasha nodded. "Oh yeah! That's the one. Although, when you put it like that, it does sound like a ridiculous burger, doesn't it? But it looked soooo good and the dude eating it on TV was chowing down and made me want it even more."
"That burger looked like it would give a person instant diabetes and a stroke at the same time to me," Xavier commented. "You sure you want to eat that while you’re pregnant?”

Natasha pouted, her lover was making perfect sense. "I know it's not the healthiest thing a person can eat. That's why I only want one. I've been eating enough fruits and veggies to balance it out."

Darian laughed. "So you’ve been preparing yourself for this, have you?”

“
Maybe,” Natasha said, smiling.
"Wasn't that restaurant in New York?" Xavier asked.
"Was it? I don’t know," Natasha said.
"I believe it was," Darian confirmed.
"Well see, that’s why I said ‘really’ three times,” Natasha said. “Because I knew it was a huge favor to ask.”
"I guess I’ll get it. We both know Darian won’t," Xavier said.

“
I resent that, I would go,” Darian said.

“
Oh really? All right, do you want to go instead?” Xavier challenged him, one eyebrow cocked.

“
Well, you’ve already offered, far be it from me to cast a shadow on your chivalry and outshine you. By all means, my young one… you may go in my stead,” Darian retorted.

Xavier laughed. “Full. Of. Shit.”

Darian only laughed. “You know, you’re just spoiling her, doing irreparable damage.”

“
Excuse, how are you going to talk about me like I’m not sitting here?” Natasha asked, poking Darian in the arm. “And by the way, I’m not spoiled.”
“Yes you are,” Darian laughed.

Natasha smirked. “Shut up, whatever,” she said, laughing at Darian. “Anyway, I do appreciate it. Thank you for going for me." She kissed Xavier twice on the mouth. "I love you so much." She stroked the strong line of his jaw with her finger, causing him to moan.
"So gullible,” Darian jested.
"No, I'm not. You're just mad she didn't kiss you," Xavier teased.
"Oh, I'll have her all to myself when you go on your little errand," Darian retorted, laughing to himself.
"Oh boys, there's enough of me to go around, especially with this big-ass belly," Natasha said, pointing to her expanded stomach, which was quite large as she was nearly seven months pregnant. Both men decided to play it smart by not commenting on her joke, they just smiled. They had learned in the past just how sensitive a pregnant woman could be.
"You're beautiful to me," Xavier said, playing it safe. “I’ll be back shortly.” He then turned, walking toward the balcony, stepping outside, closing the doors behind him. A second later, he disappeared into the nighttime sky, flying toward New York.

Darian leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He remembered the last time Natasha made a joke about her weight while pregnant with their son. Both men laughed and she got offended thinking they thought her to be fat. After the tears and the rant, she apologized to them, blaming her hormones. Both men had made a mental note to not fall for
that
one again.
Natasha laid next to Darian, snuggling closer resting her head on his muscular chest. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer, his other hand rested on her swollen belly. Even though it was the second time around experiencing her pregnancy, it was still a complete marvel to him. Laying there beside her, he began to reminisce about their first experience. How happy and excited Natasha was the day she discovered she was pregnant. He also remember his own excitement and Xavier’s knowing they were going to be fathers.

Throughout her term, they pampered her endlessly. Whatever she wanted, they got it for her. Darian had joked that they were ruining her, to which, Natasha would just laugh and nod. He had thought her all day sickness was interesting as well as unpleasant. He couldn't quite understand why everything seemed to make her sick, even scents she had once loved. Xavier was more in tuned to her needs and he helped him to understand. Both men had delighted in hearing the tiny heartbeat and feeling their son move underneath her soft skin as their child began to grow larger and more healthier inside her. Night after night, he and Xavier would lay beside her listening and feeling the babhile Natasha twirled her fingers through their long silky hair.
The day Natasha went into labor was another new experience in and of itself. Never had either man heard her curse so much. Never had they seen her in so much pain. Apparently, asking her questions about the birthing process during the moment it was happening was a terrible idea. Natasha didn't seem to have any tolerance for Darian's inquiries, which was pointed out when she yelled at him to "shut the fuck up, or leave!". Xavier had laughed and learning from Darian’s experience, he kept his own questions to himself until a later time. Darian was extremely curious and stood behind the doctor and nurse as their son began to enter the world. It had been centuries since Darian had witnessed the miracle of life and this was the first time that life was going to be a child of his, that was human. Once it was all over, after twelve hours, the three rejoiced in the little baby that was bundled in Natasha’s arms.
Xavier managed to capture the birth on video and they enjoyed watching it once they came home from the hospital. Even all of the cursing seemed funny after the experience was over. Natasha had to apologize to her two lovers once she saw and heard all of the awful things she said and done to them in her haze of unimaginable pain which the drugs given to her didn't seem to lessen fast enough, that much she remembered. They had been all too forgiving, as they understood.
Taking care of the baby proved somewhat difficult for Darian in the beginning. The tiny infant seemed so delicate, so completely dependent on them. He loved his son instantly. His vulnerability and innocence were just so precious. It gave Darian a different perspective on the value of human life. How it begins, how truly fragile it was. It was a gift much like his immortality. That was how he saw it, now.

Xavier, on the other hand, had taken to fatherhood naturally, impressing both Natasha and Darian immensely. They figured Xavier’s human experience with his siblings gave him the knowledge he needed to care for their own child. That and the fact that he really wanted to be a dad and had read many books on the subject of parenting. It was Xavier along with Natasha, who helped Darian understand their child’s needs and desires. He smiled to himself over the memory as he felt his second child move slowly inside Natasha’s abdomen.
She looked up at him. "What are you smiling about?"
"I was thinking about our first born, how easily Xavier took to fatherhood, how eager he was."
"Oh yeah, I kind of knew the moment he put those headphones on my stomach to play classical music for the baby, he was going to be a great father."