Abbey's Protectors [Beckett's Wolf Pack, Triad Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Menage & More) (11 page)

Both men looked at her silently. When she saw them look at each other and smile, she knew she was going to have her job cut out for her. These men would not go away quietly. Well, she wasn’t about to cave in to her own delusions and suck them along with her.

“Okay, Mate,” Hunter told her, smiling. “Explain to us how we saw your vision of your father and the beautiful woman with the silver hair if it didn’t have something to do with divine intervention?”

Abbey’s eyes narrowed in anger. She had to keep that anger bright or she would find herself believing the fantasy that her mind had created. “Listen, Mr. Gorgeous. Back. The hell. Off.” Energy filled her, sparked by the anger that consumed her. She poked him in his chest with her index finger and succeeded in moving him zero inches.

He reached up and held her hand tightly within his own, smiling broadly. “Mr. Gorgeous?” he teased her. He turned to Clay and winked. “How about that, Clay? I’m Mr. Gorgeous.”

Clay snorted and shook his head. “Mr. Conceited would be closer to the truth,” Clay answered, looking at Abbey and smiling. “He’s insufferable, honey. Don’t add fuel to his fire of delusion.”

“Please!” Abbey told him angrily. “Like you aren’t just as drool-worthy!”

“Thanks, honey,” Clay told her happily, leaning forward and kissing her lips lightly before she could turn away. “I’m glad you think so. I think you’re pretty amazing, too. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, right!” Abbey snorted. “Who’s filled with drugs here? Me or you?”

The growls that erupted from both men made her jump. The way they both reached for her and held her hands tightly filled her with sudden fear that was quickly replaced with a good dose of pissed off.

“Do
not
question what we feel for you, Abbey,” Hunter warned her. “We would never tell you anything but the truth. You’re our mate. We’ll be honest with you in everything that we feel.”

“You’ll need to understand and accept our wolves, honey,” Clay added, low growls emitting from deep within his chest as he faced her. “You belong to our wolves just as much as they belong to you. They know you as ours.
We
know you as ours.”

“Okay, enough!” Abbey told them both, trying unsuccessfully to pull her hand from Hunter’s grasp. “Let go of my hand,” she demanded.

“No,” Hunter told her calmly.

Without hesitation, she balled up the fist of her free hand and punched him in the arm, snatching her hand away when he loosened his hold on her. Hunter’s burst of laughter that was quickly joined by Clay’s confused the hell out of her. These men were not reacting as she expected them to. The dull ache that was beginning in her temples was turning into a deep headache.

Both men’s wolves barked with approval. Their mate was strong and determined. She was a worthy mate.

“Please, just go away,” Abbey told them softly, closing her eyes. “My head hurts.”

Both men’s good humor vanished immediately. Hunter reached out and petted her hair lightly while Clay ran his fingertips over her eyes, soothing her as she grudgingly gave in to the gentleness of both men.

“Abbey, we know this is a lot for you to accept,” Hunter told her, his voice deep and gentle. “But please understand that we are meant to be a mated triad. Please be open to accepting us. We will only know your love and kindness for the rest of our lives. Wolves mate for life, baby. You’re the one for us, and we’ll do our best to make you happy.”

“I’m trying to sort through what I can remember my father telling me,” she told them, her head aching as she tried to call forth her memories. “I remember what the beautiful lady told me. She made me feel very calm and very warm. I could feel the love she had for me. It was a really nice feeling.”

Hunter leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. “Being loved is a very nice feeling,” he whispered against her mouth.

Abbey pushed at his chest, surprised when the behemoth of a man sat back without a fight. She wasn’t sure she liked the way he was smiling at her as if he was humoring her. “I am not going to blindly accept that you’re supposed to be anything to me.”

“Your father told you to trust the woman and be open to her words,” Clay told her.

Abbey nodded.

“She said you were going to meet the two men who were destined to be yours,” he continued.

“How do you know that?” Abbey asked, her voice barely above a whisper as Clay Forest practically repeated the words that were replaying in her memory.

“When we held you we could see what you saw,” Hunter explained. He reached up and touched her cheek lightly, running his hand down her neck and shoulder before squeezing her arm and claiming her hand. “We saw that you were told that you were meant to be ours, soothe our hearts and souls, and have children with us.”

“It’s destined to be, honey,” Clay spoke up. “The beautiful woman explained how we’re wolf shifters. She told you that together, Hunter and I will contribute half of the DNA to make every one of our children. You have been given the knowledge of our pack family and our magic. You are truly a special woman to be so trusted with such a visitation. We are blessed that you’ve been destined to be our mate. You belong to us now, baby.”

“Okay, let’s just say I’ll accept that we’re meant to be a triad,” Abbey told them, looking up at them tiredly. “Let’s say we’re meant to be together for the rest of our lives.”

“Yes, honey,” Clay encouraged her, his fingers massaging her forehead gently before tracing her eyebrows lightly, smiling as he watched her close her eyes and accept his ministrations.

Abbey sighed heavily. She
so
did not want to accept that his touch was helping her.

“Be quiet,” she warned him softly, her blue eyes flashing with impatience as she opened them and looked up at him.

“Yes, Mate,” he teased.

Abbey took a calming breath, trying to push aside the frustration she was feeling. It helped somewhat, but the scents she took inside of her made her a little woozy. They were scents she had never smelled before. They felt warm and calming and wrapped themselves around her heart. It made her feel protected and cared for, and it scared her more than a little bit. Instead of relaxing into the soothing scents, she pushed them away and gathered her anger about her to shield herself from whatever freakiness was happening to her.

“That does
not
mean that I’m going to accept that you’re wolves,” she insisted. “You guys are delusional. It’s a good thing we’re in a hospital. You both need to be checked out.”

“Abbey, sweetheart,” Hunter called to her, drawing her attention to him. “The only way that you’ll believe that we’re wolves is to show you.”

“Go for it, big guy,” Abbey told him, looking at him and indicating with her hand that he should perform the miraculous transformation.

Hunter smiled and removed himself from the bed to stand beside it. Abbey watched him in fascination as he pulled his black T-shirt over his head and threw it onto the bed.

“What’re you doing?” she asked warily.

“I’m showing you.”

Abbey looked at Clay and saw that he was watching her intently. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw his eyes glowing a golden color. She returned her attention to Hunter and nearly swallowed her tongue when she saw that he had stripped down to nothing, gracing her with the vision of his unbelievably sexy body that bulged with muscles. To say he that he was cut was an understatement. His broad shoulders and arms were filled with muscles. His chest was powerfully built and held just the right amount of hair that made her mouth water. Geez! Even his abs had abs.

“Oh my goodness,” she whispered, her mouth suddenly dry as she took in his masculine beauty. She had to control the deep need that seized her as she took in every delectable inch of his body.

And speaking of inches—holy smokes!

His heavy cock had to be at least eleven inches long, as thick as her wrist, and held prominent veins and a flared, mushroom head she found her mouth watering in anticipation of licking. The black curly hair that surrounded his shaft and the heavy balls that hung below it made her body clench with sudden need to have him deep inside of her. The sudden thought of Clay just as naked and just as gorgeous filled her mind. The instant picture of the three of them wrapped in each other’s arms and her loving both men flashed through her mind. She couldn’t prevent the feeling of complete love and peace that filled her at the thought of being surrounded by their strength and caring.

Both men growled as the picture in Abbey’s mind was gifted to them, and the scent of her arousal filled the small hospital room. It was a wonderful blessing to know that their mate desired them. There was nothing that would make them happier than knowing that she was attracted to them and felt the connection of the love that was destined to be shared by them.

“I don’t know why you just stripped naked, Hunter, but I have to tell you, I’m not going to wish you hadn’t, and I’m absolutely not going to look away,” Abbey teased him.

“Just watch, sweetheart,” Hunter told her, smiling.

“Hell! Just try and keep me from watching,” Abbey told him, laughing softly.

She looked at the gorgeous and kind man in silence as a swirl of blue energy surrounded him and his human body changed before her to shift into one of the biggest black wolves she had ever seen. She sat forward and watched as the wolf stepped toward the bed. When he rested his chin on the mattress to nudge at her hand, she reached out tentatively and touched him.

“Hunter?” she whispered, running her hand through his fur and tightening her hold on him.

His low growls reminded her of a contented purr, and she had to admit that what had just happened was freaking amazing. She looked up at Clay and saw him watching her with concern.

“Are you okay, Abbey?” he asked her softly.

“Can you do this, too?” Her blue eyes were wide with wonder as she looked from him to Hunter’s wolf and back again.

“Yes, honey, I can do that, too,” he told her, smiling.

“Show me.”

He pulled his red T-shirt over his head without hesitation and threw it onto the end of the bed. “You’re handling this pretty well, Abbey,” Clay told her calmly as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his boxer briefs down his muscular legs. “Why is that, honey?”

Abbey shrugged her shoulders. “This is all just a result of head trauma,” she offered. “Add in a good dose of painkillers and you’ll find that these hallucinations are just a part of my very active imagination—although, I couldn’t have ever imagined such a beautiful naked man or an equally amazing wolf.” She was quiet for a moment as she tried to think through the reality of the situation as opposed to the ridiculous possibility of it ever being real. “I’m not going to question it right now. I’m going to enjoy the beautiful nakedness before me.”

She winked at him, taking in his muscles, his tanned skin, and the length and girth of his cock. She would be hard pressed to say which man was larger. She couldn’t prevent the way her channel clenched with need as she thought of both men filling her to capacity. She wanted to run her fingers over the muscles on his chest, scrape her nails down his perfect, cut abs, and cradle his heavy sac in her hand while she held his shaft and felt the pulsing of his need for her.

“I’ll wake up soon enough and find that this was all a dream,” she said softly, looking up at him and taking in his masculine beauty.

“You really don’t think this is real, Abbey,” he told her, smiling sadly as he realized that their mate truly believed what she saw before her was the result of her head trauma and the drugs she had been given. Calling upon his magic, the blue energy surrounded him and the change from man to wolf occurred.

The deep brown color of his wolf fur called to Abbey. She felt the need to reach out and touch him, smiling as she felt the soft silkiness of his pelt. Petting him thoroughly, she tugged gently on his ears and scratched behind them lightly. His immediate growls of pleasure made her smile.

Hunter nudged her free hand, demanding her attention. She didn’t disappoint him. She scratched behind his ears, too, and she couldn’t help but laugh softly as both wolves leaned into her touch, chuffing softly.

“Okay, guys, I’m exhausted,” she told them finally after a few minutes of completely spoiling them with her attention. “I’ve got to rest. I have a long trip ahead of me. It’s been fun sharing this hallucination with you.”

She lay back and closed her eyes, exhaustion finally taking its toll on her body. As sleep pulled her under, she released her hold on the two wolves. She settled back against her pillow, truly believing that this entire conversation was the result of the strong sedatives that she had been given.

A blue swirl of magic filled the hospital room. Both men stood beside her hospital bed, looking down at the woman who was their mate. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was deep. Even in sleep she was beautiful.

“She’s amazing, Clay,” Hunter spoke up, reaching out to touch their mate’s soft hair. He pulled gently on the end of it, loving how its softness curled around his fingers. “She wasn’t even afraid of us.”

“I don’t think she believed that what she was seeing was real,” Clay said softly, stepping toward their mate and leaning down to kiss her lips tenderly.