Astrid Cielo (20 page)

Three
days later...

Skylar
looked at his sleeping mate and his gut clenched.
 
Aspen could have died and it was his entire
fault.
 
He couldn't imagine his life
without her.
 
Strong arms encircled him
from behind and he relaxed into Xavier's embrace.
 
Aspen sighed in her sleep and shifted, her
leg peeking out of the sheet.
 
Skylar tensed
at the stitches that lined her once flawless appendage and Xavier's growl
rippled through his body.

"We
almost lost her."

Skylar's
jaw clenched so hard he could hear it pop.
 
Xavier had reminded him of that every waking moment.
 
Of course, he never said it was Skylar's
fault.
 
But really he could see it in his
eyes.
 

They'd
spent a restless night at the hospital while Aspen had been admitted under
observation.
 
Dr. Weber and Dr. Sanchez
both said she was stable enough to go home, but both felt better for her to
stay.
 
Two days ago they'd brought her
home and she'd mostly slept, but that could be them slipping her pain
medications to her.
 
She'd needed the
pain medications less for pain and more for sleep, her nightmares waking her up
at night.
 
It happened in the hospital
too.
 
She'd sat up straight in the
hospital bed and screamed, tears streaming down her face.
 
It made him feel helpless. She'd already
killed the fucker that had dared touch her, but her screams made him want to
revive that asshole and kill him all over again.

Aspen
whined in her sleep, her movements becoming erratic.
 
Xavier released Skylar and in tandem they
crawled in the bed on each side of her.
 
Xavier pulled her into him so that she faced Skylar.
 
Skylar watched as her eyes popped open, the
tears threatening to spill over until one lone tear broke through her lashes
and fell down her cheek.
 
Skylar caught
it with his thumb and caressed her cheek.
 

"Don't
cry, baby.
 
Don't do that."

She
bit her lip and more tears fell down her cheeks.
 
"I'm sorry," she murmured.

Xavier
pulled her even closer and yet the tears continued.
 
"Don't apologize, sweetheart," he
whispered in her ear.

Skylar
leaned over her and licked her tears with his tongue.
 
Her tears ran dry, and something else
replaced the sadness that lurked there.
 
Something he was sure he misread.
 
Arousal.

Aspen's
lips parted and, the bastard that he was, Skylar slanted his mouth over hers to
drink in her flavor.
 
He wasted no time
delving his tongue deep into the recesses of her mouth, alternately dueling
with her tongue and suckling her generous bottom lip into his mouth.
 
A soft sigh escaped her lips and he nearly
lost it.
 
No matter that she was hurt, recovering
from a vicious attack that would leave her scarred; he wanted her with every
fiber of his being.
 

It
had been especially hard to keep from touching her when she'd chosen to sleep
nude, sometimes without the sheet, complaining that it was too abrasive to her
many wounds.
 
Tantalizing glimpses of
breast, legs, pussy and ass had assailed him and Xavier each time they walked
into the master bedroom they'd claimed as their own.
 
He still remembered taking Xavier against the
kitchen table, a towel shoved in between Xavier's lips, his own teeth deep in
Xavier's shoulder to stifle the noise.
 
Even though they'd fucked, numerous times to alleviate their wolves, and
if he were honest with himself, themselves as well, there was a gap between
them that he didn't know how to bridge.
 
It'd been there long before they'd met Aspen, but now with Aspen being
injured, the gap only grew wider.

Skylar
pulled back from her lips with a final nip to her jaw and she turned to
Xavier.
 
Xavier smiled and it was like a
punch in the gut.
 
He'd not seen his
smile for days, and it felt like years.

His
dick hardened even more at the sight of Xavier kissing Aspen, her tiny pink
tongue meeting his thrust for thrust.
 
Xavier had eased her to her back so that he had greater access to her
mouth, which he took like a starved man.
 
One of Aspen's hands fisted in Xavier's t-shirt and the other clung to
his arm as if she were afraid he would leave.
 

Skylar
traced her collar bone and the teeth marks that announced she belonged to
him.
 
He longed to touch every inch of
her body, but she was hurt.
 
Skylar's jaw
clenched as he pulled the sheet from her body, revealing the line of stitches
on her legs, abdomen and the faint pink line under her breast.
 
His hand curled over her abdomen where his
son rested nuzzled deep within her womb.
 
Aspen's moans filled the room and she shifted her legs falling open to
reveal the glossy sheen of her arousal that coated not only her pussy, but also
her thighs.
 
Skylar opened his senses and
the scent of her hit him in the chest causing his heart to beat faster.
 

Xavier
pulled his mouth from hers his breaths coming in pants.
 
Skylar adjusted himself discreetly and
settled down beside Aspen.
 
She looked
between them her mouth opening and closing.
 

"What
is it?"
 
Skylar was beginning to
become alarmed.

Aspen
bit her bottom lip.
 
"We're stopping."

Xavier
clasped her chin and forced her gaze to his.
 
"You're hurt baby, just rest."

Aspen
jerked her head away from Xavier and growled a low feline growl.
 
"I've been resting for almost two damn
days."

"And
your stitches don't come out for another five so just take it easy,
Aspen."

She
growled then sat up and moved over Xavier.
 
Xavier grabbed her by the waist, his face full of strain.
 
Hell, she wasn't straddling him with her
naked breasts swinging with each movement and her pussy in full view, and
Skylar could feel how tense his muscles had become with the restraint he wasn't
sure he could hold.
 

"Let
me go."

"What
are you doing?"
 
Strain laced every
word of Xavier's voice.
 

Skylar
turned to his side and watched as she turned the most interesting shade of
pink.
 
Her breathing ramped up causing
her breasts to rise and fall delectably, and her hands ball into fists.
 
His cock hardened even further.
 
Aspen was beautiful all the time, but angry,
she was fucking gorgeous.

"I'm
getting the hell out of here.
 
I'm tired
of you two treating me like a piece of glass.
 
I need..."

Skylar
scooted out of the bed, walked to the other side and cupped Aspen's cheek so
that her grey eyes that were damn close to shooting fire were focused on him.

"Need
what?"

Her
blush deepened and Xavier groaned.
 
He
didn't need to look or ask why, because the scent of her arousal thickened and
lay over the room like a blanket.
 

"Get
back on the bed, Aspen."

She
shook her head and pulled back from his grasp.
 
"I'm getting up and you two aren't going to stop me."

Skylar
looked down at Xavier who lifted his eyebrow.
 
No words were spoken, but a decision was made.
 
Xavier nodded and Skylar smiled.

One
second she was struggling to get out of Xavier's grip and the next Xavier had
rolled placing her uninjured back against the mattress.
 
All struggles ceased as Xavier dipped his
head to lick at her neck.
 
Skylar crawled
into the bed and turned her face to meet his.

"You
will do exactly what we say, when we say it.
 
I won't have you hurting yourself all over again, do you
understand?"

Aspen
bit on her bottom lip and her eyes closed as a look of pleasure crossed her
face.
 
He could relate because Xavier was
quite talented with his tongue.

"Do
you understand Aspen?"

Aspen
gasped and he could hear Xavier whisper in her ear.
 
"He's waiting for yes sweetness.
 
Then we can taste,” a lick to her throat,
“touch,” a tweak of her nipples, “and fuck," then finally he cupped her
mound, his fingers barely grazing her clit.

She
nodded her head then moaned out her answer.
 
"Yes."

Skylar
wasted no time taking off his clothes, but Xavier was busy tormenting their
mate.
 
Skylar circled his dick with one
hand and stroked it at the sight of Xavier suckling on Aspen's nipples.
 
His mates were so sexy.
 

Xavier
released her nipple with a pop and turned his brown gaze on him.
 
He smiled and grasped Xavier's hair pulling
him in for a kiss.
 
He had to be gentle
with Aspen, since her wounds did have a fair chance of being more injured if
they were too rough, but with Xavier all bets were off.
 
And he knew that Xavier personally enjoyed
when Skylar got a little rough.
 
Xavier
didn't hold back with him, his tongue met his in a fierce duel.
 
The same duel for dominance that they'd
always fought, but it didn't matter because no matter who won in the end they
both did.
 

Aspen
moaned and they broke apart.
 
Part of him
worried what she thought and the other couldn't wait to be enveloped by her
warm, welcoming channel.
 
He groaned at
the building heat in her grey eyes.
 

"That
was so sexy," she whispered.

Xavier
scrambled off the bed and began to undress, Aspen watching his every move.
 
He was a fine piece of male.
 
Skylar climbed up beside her and cupped her
breast.
 
Inch by inch, Xavier exposed his
muscled flesh.
 
Well muscled pectorals
led into chiseled abs and hips.
 
His cock
stood erect nestled in a neat patch of brown hair and his balls were drawn
tight to his body testament of his arousal.
 
It wouldn't take long before he was spurting white streams of his come.

"Do
you see what you've done to him?
 
How
hard you've made him?
 
He's ready to
burst."

Aspen's
breaths quickened and her already hardened nipples hardened even further.
 
She nodded but her eyes didn't leave
Xavier.
 
Xavier smiled as he crawled back
onto the bed and towards them, but he stopped his mouth forming into a grim
line.

"Everything
we say Aspen, or we stop right then and there.
 
Do you understand?"

Aspen
licked her lips and nodded.
 
Skylar
pinched the nipple that he'd lazily been tracing with his fingers and her gaze
returned to his.
 
"Say it."

Aspen
bit her lip.
 
"I'll do everything
you two say.
 
I promise."
 

Satisfied
with her answer he bent and took the nipple he'd pinched into his mouth.
 
Delectable.
 
He slid his hands over her stomach and
stopped, the rough feel of her stitches stopping him.
 
What was he thinking?
 
She was injured.
 
Aspen's hand threaded into his and he looked
into her grey eyes.

"Please,
Skylar.
 
I promised and I need you.
 
I need you both so much."

***

Aspen
wanted to scream at the hesitation in Skylar's eyes.
 
It'd been torture to hear Skylar and Xavier
in various other rooms and know they wouldn't touch her.
 
At first she'd been sure it was because she
looked ugly with all the stitches, but now hearing and seeing the concern in
their eyes she knew they only wanted to protect her.
 

She'd
not been this lucid in over two days, but in between them drugging her for the
pain she'd assured them she burned with her need to feel them against her bare
skin.
 
She'd almost lost them and she needed
to know they were alive and well.
 
Needed
reassurance in a primal way her mates weren't dead.