My Warrior Wolves (A Werewolf Shifter Romance) (Sanctuary, Texas Book 4) Read online

  Xerxes had Lycans in Ada trying to convince the pack to surrender, instigating disloyalty from my uncle and cousin and probably others. And here I was, focused solely on getting ‘busy’ with the two men who were supposed to be my mates.

  I tried to convince myself that this was what needed to happen first. That all three of us would be worthless to the pack until we sated and sealed the bond burning between the three of us.

  Fate did not like to be denied. And I wasn’t about to fight her any longer. Staying away from Travis and Garrett had been torture. But asking them to take my pack on--our problems, our wounds--as their own was a lot.

  They said they were up for it, but I still wondered how committed they would be over the long haul… or if we would immediately go back to fighting about moving to Sanctuary.

  They’d made a home in the mixed up menagerie that was Sanctuary. Pixies, Vampires, Lycans, Drakonae, and other species all called the small town their home. But I grew up in Ada, and I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to ask my family to pick up and move. In Sanctuary, we wouldn’t be a pack of our own. We’d be assimilated into the democratic mix of packs that lived there.

  We would lose our autonomy. Our mission.

  I couldn’t do that to my parents. In honor of their lifelong struggle, we had to stay and fight, to support those who couldn’t support themselves.

  “Where are you, Charlotte?” Garrett asked, running his thumb over one of my erect nipples. I shivered at the stimulation and arched my chest into his hand, encouraging his fondling.

  Travis’ warm body pressed against me from behind while Garrett leaned closer from the front. Both men had hard-ons that made every muscle in my body tense with anticipation. I’d never been with two men at once before, but they seemed perfectly comfortable with sharing, which allowed any shadow of apprehension to fade away.

  These were two powerful Lycans who were fated to both be my mates. After this, they would be connected to me forever. We would bond and seal our souls.

  Their hands guided me to the bed.

  Garrett climbed in first and sat against the headboard. He motioned for me to face away from him, and I turned to face Travis as I sat between Garrett’s legs and reclined against his sinewy chest.

  My head was close enough to his that he could lean down and kiss me at his pleasure. He slid his hands beneath my arms and reached around, cupping each of my breasts, tugging me tight against him as Travis crawled up onto my bed.

  I caught Travis’ gaze and licked my lips, letting myself glance down his perfectly sculpted body to the large cock jutting from a bed of dark blonde curls.

  Travis ran his hands up my legs, catching hold just below each knee and pushing gently until my legs were drawn up and my thighs were very close to brushing against my torso.

  He scooted closer, leaning down for a kiss. His mouth captured mine, and he nipped my bottom lip with his teeth.

  A moan slipped out, and I pushed against his grip, trying to straighten my legs and body from the pretzel they had folded me into. I gripped Garrett’s biceps as he rolled my pebbled nipples between his fingers.

  Travis’ cock nudged at my opening, and seconds later, he’d filled me completely. I gasped from the fullness. The warmth of his body pressed me harder into Garrett’s chest. He pumped slowly and deeply, and the magick inside me swirled at the top. My canines tried to descend, but it wasn’t time.

  I panted through breath after breath.

  He sped up his thrusts, and Garrett murmured words of praise into my ear. How beautiful I was. How much he couldn’t wait to feel my pussy around his hard cock. How they were going to make me call out both their names when they took me together and sealed our mate bond.

  “Yes,” I moaned out. I wanted it. Every cell of my body craved it. They were the other half of me. The part I’d desired for so long. A mate. A family. Babies.

  Something more than the fight against humans or the silent war with Xerxes.

  The pleasure built and built, but he never let me get close enough to climax. Sweat slicked all three of us by the time Travis pulled away and motioned for his brother to switch places with him.

  I snarled. “Wait, I…” Travis covered my mouth with his and plunged his tongue deep, tasting every facet of my mouth. Garrett was between my legs in a moment, hooking them over his shoulders and driving the hard erection I’d been leaning against between my slick folds.

  Air whooshed from my lungs, and I gulped, fighting for the breath they were both determined to steal from me. I needed to come, and they somehow knew exactly when my body started to crest, because both of them would back off.

  “It’s gonna be worth it, sweetheart,” Garrett growled as he slid deep inside. My toes curled, and my thighs contracted on his shoulders, drawing him closer.

  Travis loosed my lips, and I stretched my head forward. Garrett rewarded my effort with a tender kiss, sweeping his tongue through my mouth, before sucking first my top lip between his teeth and then my bottom lip.

  “Please,” I begged between each thrust of his pelvis.

  “Not until we are as one, Charlie,” Travis whispered into my ear from behind me.

  “Now, now, now,” I panted, as an orgasm began coiling deep in my abdomen. “I need it now.” My fangs descended and a growl rumbled in my chest.

  “I think she’s ready, brother,” Travis said, humor coloring his voice.

  Garrett caught my gaze and nodded. He pulled out and backed up a little. Travis’ hands closed around my waist and lifted, sliding down from the headboard until I was straddling him. He brought me down straight onto his erection.

  “Ahhhhh,” I gasped again.

  Garrett smiled and climbed off the bed. “Travis is going to take your pussy, sweetheart, and I’m going to fill that sweet ass of yours, but first I need to play with it.”

  I nodded, watching him over my shoulder as Travis lifted and pulled me down over, again and again, distracting me from what Garrett said he was going to do. I knew how the triad bond would seal. I just hadn’t considered the actual act yet.

  “Put that ass in the air for Garrett, baby” Travis ordered, lifting me off of his glorious cock again, leaving me empty and wanting.

  The drawer of my nightstand slid shut with a thud. “You’ve got a nice collection here, love.” Garrett’s voice deepened, and another shiver ran across my skin.

  He knelt on the bed behind me, and my only warning before cold lube fell between my ass cheeks was the snap of a bottle lid. I tensed at first as Garrett worked the gel into the tight rosebud of muscles.

  The pressure was unfamiliar, but arousing.

  “Don’t come yet, love. That’s an order.”

  An order? The way his finger slipped in and out had my legs quivering. I clung to Travis’ waist, pressing my face into his chest, moaning each time Garrett’s finger entered me. I wanted to come. Now.

  “You are so beautiful, Charlotte. So fucking beautiful.”

  Travis pushed me to my hands, giving himself full access to my breasts. He tweaked my nipples and smiled. “Do you like having Garrett’s finger in your ass, Charlie?”

  “Mmmmhmmm.” Coherent words and thoughts had fled my consciousness. I wanted. No. Needed one thing.

  To come.

  The lid of a bottle snapped again, and the cold sensation of the fresh gel mixed with Garrett added another finger to my virgin hole.

  So tight. Gods, it burned and made my body sing at the same time. The pain melted into more pleasure, and I rocked backward against his hand, taking more. As he scissored his fingers inside my ass, slowly stretching and pulling the muscles open a little at a time, his other hand fondled my pussy. He rubbed a finger around my throbbing clit, but was careful never to directly touch it, somehow sensing that one slip would send me careening into bliss.

  “Please.” I let my head drop backward gently and whimpered. My sex throbbed with a need so overwhelming all I could think about was the crest of my impending climax.
<
br />   “How’s she doing up there?”

  “So tight. I can’t wait to put my cock deep inside her ass. Do you hear that, Charlotte?”

  “Mmmmmm,” I moaned again, feeling more delicious burn as he added a third finger. “I need you. Both of you.”

  “We have to go slow, sweetheart.” Garrett fondled my clit and pushed his fingers a little deeper. I gulped for breath as my entire body tensed under the pressure.

  “Relax into it, Charlie.” Travis’ voice lulled me loose from the tension and the uncomfortable tightness faded into decadent pleasure.

  Garrett began moving his fingers in and out until there wasn’t much resistance left.

  “You ready to try this, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “How much do you need to come?” Travis asked, his deep voice lusty and teasing.

  “Please. Yes.” My words didn’t answer his question, but coherent thought had long since fled my mind.

  Travis re-situated us on the bed so that he was buried inside me while leaving my ass open and ready for Garrett.

  I wiggled on his cock, shaking my bottom.

  “Impatient little wolf,” Garrett said, another chuckle rolling up from his chest.

  “She is.” Travis reached up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me down for a delicious kiss.

  Garrett moved into place behind me and began working at the tight rosebud with the head of his cock. Pushing and pulling just the head, in and out, giving me time to adjust to the penetration. His fingers had done an excellent job of prepping me and the stretch from his cock felt wickedly good.

  Travis’ mouth on my nipples distracted me somewhat from being filled with two cocks.

  “That’s it, sweetheart.” Pain sent a shudder through my body, and I fought to continue to breathe as I took more of Garrett’s cock.

  Travis remained still while Garrett worked patiently and slowly, giving my body time to stretch. The pain slowly turned from a burn to a feeling of completeness that I hadn’t dreamed was possible.

  A contented groan slipped from Garrett’s mouth. Once he’d seated himself completely, he moved in and out a few times before they started taking turns. Their alternating thrusts were almost too much.

  The orgasm coiling inside me swirled to life and roared forward, shaking me to my core. My body contracted around them both, and a scream tore from my throat as I came.

  Magick warmed my skin, and my canines descended again. I buried them in Travis’ shoulder, marking him as my permanent mate. A male roar followed my bite, and Travis bit down into my shoulder, giving me the same mate mark, as his seed filled my womb.

  A second later, Garrett followed with his climax. He waited until Travis and I released each other before lifting me off of his brother. My legs were useless, and his strong arms supported me as he turned me to face him.

  His eyes were bright yellow. Desire burned, and I bared my neck, offering him the unbitten side to mark. I would wear two mate marks, and at this very moment, I couldn’t have been more pleased. My wolf certainly was.

  Garrett bit, and pain surged from the bite, but morphed into an endorphin high that amped up my wolf again. I dug my fingers into his upper arms, pulling myself higher in his grasp. He released my neck, and I growled as I buried my fangs in his, giving him a bite to match the one I’d given his brother.

  Peace settled over me. The fire that had burned from inside out cooled as the magick that connected the three of us now fell into place around me, a blanket of security. Our scents mingled and would forever be mixed as long as the three of us lived. We would always be able to find the others, no matter where we were or how far we were from each other.

  I nuzzled Garrett’s chest and sighed. His arms tightened around me, and he kissed the top of my head.

  “Let’s wash up, sweetheart, and then cuddle up in this little bed of yours,” he said.

  Nodding my head slowly, I murmured my agreement.

  “Travis?” He spoke to his brother over my shoulder.

  “On it.” The springs on my bed squeaked as the huge Lycan jumped up. He disappeared into the bathroom off my bedroom, and soon, water was running in the shower.

  Garrett scooped me into his arms and carried my well-used, limp body to the shower. Both men attended to me, scrubbing and kissing and washing every inch of my skin until I was shaking all over again from desire.

  Denied round two, I settled for being tucked between them on my bed after we finished in the shower.

  Chapter 10

  GARRETT

  The dark cloud of unease that had followed me since first realizing Charlotte was our mate had disappeared the second I kissed her this evening. Our scents were mixed, and I could not only smell myself on her skin, I could smell Travis, too. She was our treasure. In a way, she’d probably brought us closer than we would’ve ever gotten on our own if we had married or mated separately.

  I stared at the beam ceiling. Moonlight softly illuminated the room through one window draped with a sheer white curtain.

  Fate seemed to have done all of us a favor with this match. We all equally needed the others to survive what the world had thrown our way. We were all orphans and shared the pain of watching our parents’ lives being taken right in front of us.

  At that time, nothing worse could’ve happened. I think I blamed Travis as much as he blamed me. We’d drifted apart after losing them until something… unexplainable happened last year.

  I heard about Sanctuary through an underground Lycan group and couldn’t put it out of my mind. I hadn’t seen my brother in decades, and for some reason, I felt the need to check this one little small town on the off-chance that he was there.

  A shot in a million. But it’d proven worthwhile. Not only had my brother taken up residence in the tiny West Texas town, he was in deep with the people who ran Sanctuary, a refuge for supernatural beings.

  Sanctuary, Texas was more than just a safe harbor, but everyone was pretty quiet about the reasons behind a lot of activities that occurred within the city limits. The woman who ran the place was a being who shouldn’t even exist anymore. Lamassu had been extinct for thousands of years… or so everyone in the supernatural community had been led to believe. Of course, we didn’t know any Drakonae had made it through the Veil, either. Supernatural history was mostly passed down orally, and a lot had been lost over the millennia. Plus, most species tended to only teach their children about their history. My parents had only passed along history and legends that belonged to the Lycan race.

  According to the stories I’d heard, the Lycans had been one of the very first species to explore the Earth side of the portal gate.

  A light footfall on the eve of the rooftop outside Charlotte’s bedroom window raised my hackles. Travis snored lightly on the opposite side of the bed, spooning Charlotte with a hand tucked possessively over her hip.

  I raised my head and studied the night sky through the half-covered window. The footfall was strange. No one was awake in the lodge. No one had moved around the lodge in several hours. I certainly would’ve heard if someone had exited the building. The doors weren’t exactly quiet.

  A second later, I squinted when a red light passed through my gaze. Then a red dot flickered on my bare chest.

  Fuck. The thought crossed my mind just as pain exploded inside my chest, and the sound of a shattering window brought me to high alert. I gasped for air and roared, anger driving my beast quickly from its relaxed state to yanking at the leash begging to spill blood.

  Charlotte sat up between us and shrieked.

  Several more shots echoed through the otherwise quiet night, and Travis leapt from the bed to the window, grabbing the muzzle of the gun pointed into the bedroom and wrenching it from the man holding it.

  I coughed, tasting the metallic flavor of blood.

  I rolled to cover our mate’s body, but the pain spreading in my chest made me collapse on top of her. At least a bullet would have to go all the way through me
before it found an inch of her flesh.

  “Garrett,” she whimpered, pushing against my blood-slicked chest. “Travis, he’s been shot!”

  A couple more shots went off before I heard my brother’s voice through the roar of my pounding pulse.

  “Are they dead?” Charlotte asked quietly, pushing against my chest as Travis helped me crawl off of her.

  “Two are, but one got away. I couldn’t risk leaving the two of you longer. There could have been another attack coming from inside the house.”

  I tried to speak again, but only succeeded in coughing up more blood.

  “Don’t try to talk, Garrett.” He grabbed a corner of the sheet and stuffed it into my mouth then retrieved his k-bar from his jeans pocket. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

  Fuck.

  The pain from him digging out the bullet brought me very close to passing out.

  “Give the magick a few minutes to start to mend that.” Travis felt along my bare shoulder and then along my shoulder blade. “It was just one shot?”

  I nodded, slowly spitting the wadded up sheet corner from my mouth.

  The attackers were Lycan. Their scent permeated the room through the open window, and it made me want to tear something apart.

  “The house is awake,” Travis said, his voice deep and solemn. Frantic shouts and heavy footfalls sounded downstairs and upstairs as the entire lodge roused to find out what had disturbed their home.

  “Charlie!” a female voice called from the hallway.

  “We’re good,” Travis hollered. “Is anyone else hurt?”

  The door flew open, and a blonde female Lycan stepped into the dimly lit bedroom. “Who got hurt?”

  “My brother. Can you send people out to check the perimeter and bring me a few clean towels?”

  She nodded. “Victor is already leading a group out to follow the men who dared to attack our home.”

  “Was any other part of the lodge breached, Kara?” Charlotte asked.

  The female shook her head. “All the noise came from your room. We can’t find a breach anywhere else,” she said before ducking into the en suite bathroom.