Chapter Fourteen
“Take me in, mate,” Ryker growled in her ear, and Hannah shivered at the hotter than hell timbre in his tone. “Take me in and ride me.”
Hannah whimpered as she lowered herself steadily over his hard cock, taking everything he had to give her. When she was full to the point of slight discomfort and settled completely in his lap, she exhaled. “Oh, God, that feels so good!” she whispered.
A hand pressed into the small of her back had her leaning forward and she would have braced herself on her arms, but Ryker wouldn’t let her, pulling her down until she was completely pressed against his chest. “No, sweetness, you've still got a cast on your wrist and your wound is only a week old. It’s not healed. Let me hold you.”
It was hard to believe that it had only been a week since the night Emily had saved her. That was how she thought about that moment a week ago. Not as the time her mates had to deal with a threat to their clan, not as the time she’d watched her mates kill. No, that was the time her mates’ great-aunt Emily had saved her life. Both Bastian and Ryker had believed her immediately. If she hadn’t had the warning and acted when she did a split second before Ash pulled the trigger, she would have taken that bullet to her heart and not her shoulder. Emily hadn't been back to visit her since that day, but she and her bears had left flowers on her grave and thanked her for saving her.
Letting those thoughts drift away, Hannah sighed as she snuggled against Ryker’s chest then moaned at the feel of Bastian using his lubricated fingers to prepare her to take him. “You are so fucking beautiful, baby,” Bastian said in a voice filled with reverence.
Hannah giggled. “I’m not so sure my ass is the most beautiful thing about me, love. Ow!” The sound of the slap Bastian had given her right butt cheek resonated through the room. "Good thing I love that library of yours."
Bastian placed his hand over the sting and eased the heat out a little. “You love us more, and I will hear none of that. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and that naturally leads to the fact that your ass is the most beautiful ass in the world. Now, stop distracting me. I want in.”
Hannah relaxed into Ryker’s embrace and gave herself over to Bastian’s ministrations. She moaned at the feel of him scissoring his fingers within her, embracing the slight pinch of discomfort and the burn it brought with it. “Fuck, you are going to strangle my cock. Make it hard for me to last any length of time.”
Ryker laughed from beneath her and it sounded strained. “She will, brother, but you’ll go willingly, I promise.”
Hannah exhaled when she felt Bastian pressing the blunt head of his cock against the ring of muscle that surrounded her back entrance. She pushed out, like Ryker taught her, when Bastian pushed forward. Inch by slow, torturous inch, she felt her lover slipping into her. After a few thrusts, his hips were nestled against hers and she felt him push an open-mouthed kiss against her shoulder. Inches from where the exit wound was still healing.
“Too damn close,” Bastian whispered, “we were too damn close to losing you, baby. My heart couldn’t handle it, if you—”
“Stop it,” Hannah said in a strong voice. “I’m here, you’re here, and we’re together. Although, not moving as fast or as hard as I would like, in all honesty. There will be no more thinking about that tonight. Tonight is only about the pleasure. Which I want. Now. So, move.”
Bastian laughed, then sat back slightly. “Your wish is my command, baby.”
What followed had Hannah growling, whimpering, and cursing her pleasure to the room at large. Ryker and Bastian both set a rhythm that started off in unison and ended as it had the first time, in erratic thrusts that had her orgasm spiraling out of control and hurtling toward her. In what might have been an hour later, or only moments, Hannah gave herself over to her release and hurtled off the face of the earth, or at least that was how it felt. She fell into the dark warmth of her pleasure, shuddering and shaking as waves of it continued to roll over her. Vaguely, she was aware of Bastian and Ryker both roaring their own releases to the room, and then she collapsed against Ryker, desperately trying to draw air into her lungs.
All three of them moaned when they pulled from her a few minutes later, and although she didn’t hear him leave the room, she heard Bastian start the water in the massive bath in the bathroom. She sighed in contentment and stayed as she was, melted against her mate. She hadn’t moved so much as an inch when Bastian came back to the bed and collapsed beside them.
“Bath will be ready in a moment, baby,” Bastian murmured, his voice a little raspy, and her heart filled with pride knowing that it was like that because of the pleasure she had given him.
“What will we do now?” she asked tiredly.
“I was thinking a bath, a nap, and then do this all over again in a couple of hours,” Ryker said as he tightened his arms around her.
She giggled and lifted her head so she could look at her mates. “No, I mean now that Ash is gone. You killed him, so does that mean the pack are part of the clan now?”
Bastian shot her a look. “Oh, hell no! They’re rogue unless they can determine a hierarchy. They might be able to do that without the toxic influence of Ash’s madness.”
“We need to figure out that council, too,” Ryker added with a sigh. “I think there’s going to be more to that dodgy wolf shifter council representative at some point. He had a connection to Ash, and we need to find it.”
Bastian pressed a sweet kiss to her shoulder. “We don’t know what’s going to come next, but something tells me whatever it is, we’ll handle it. And at the same time, we’ll provide for you, protect and cherish you, love and laugh with you, and our children until the three of us are old and we have to shift gears again and do nothing more than snuggle.”
Ryker laughed as he sat up with her so that she was straddling his hips. “Oh, hell no. We will never be so old that all we can do in bed is fucking cuddle! No matter how many gears we shift. No, I promise you, sweetness, you stick with us, and we will give you the life you never thought possible. All you have to do is bear with us and we’ll make all your dreams come true.”
Hannah giggled at his bad joke as he carried her into the bathroom, Bastian right on their heels. No one knew what the future held, and she certainly wasn't going to go ask a witch for any clues. She had shifted gears to get here and live a life she had never dreamed of, but one thing was for certain. These crazy bears were her checkered flag and her finish line, and they always would be.
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She stepped out of the shadows, the air around filled with the scent of sage and lavender. She stood for a moment, basking in the light of the full moon above her, and stared over what had been the Ashford pack land, but now belonged to her. She knelt down to the ground, and placed her hand over the earth, the slight hum and vibration sending a wave of welcome that told her she was in the right place. This was her home. This was where Earth Mother meant for her to be.
She moved her hand over the ground, weaving and casting the spell that would open a small space beneath it. As soon as the hole was deep and the soil now rich with nutrients, she placed the parchment that held the Ashford Pack’s signature written in his blood, signing all rights and ownership over to her. Of course, there were legal documents lodged with her attorney that said the same thing, but this right here would cement her ownership on this land, and no one could break that.
She removed a ceremonial knife from the scabbard strapped to her thigh, gripping the blade tightly in her left hand welcoming the pain of the blade as it bit into her hand. Blood flowed down her hand, across the blade and into the pit before her, coating the parchment and falling into the soil itself. As soon as the first drop touched the earth she felt the bond, the connection that tied that land to her, cement within her, and she inhaled deeply. She was home.
She had been planning for this for as long as she could remember. This land wasn’t just payment for services rendered. It had been calling to her since she was six years old. And now that she stood here, and could claim this for her coven and herself, she could find out why.
The End
