Freya's Mates (8 page)

"Good girl, Freya.  Bear down on me. Breathe."  Gideon
kissed the back of her neck and shoulders, but never moved an inch once fully
seated. She forced her ass to accept him, to relax as he demanded. He'd been
right.  Within minutes she forgot all about the initial pain and discomfort. 
She felt pleasantly full, a new itch begging to be scratched deep within.

"For the love of the gods, Gideon!" Vincent exclaimed.
"I can barely move, I'm wedged in so tight."

"Wait until we work her."  At that, the lion began a
slow, languid thrust, which surprisingly didn't hurt. She was so stuffed full
of cock she could barely breathe, nearly choking on the delicious fullness.
Only a thin membrane separated the hard flesh of the two men, their dicks
gliding past one another as they double teamed her.

She was too focused on the beauty of the moment to worry about
whose hand toyed with her clit.  It didn't matter—she was surrounded in a veil
of male heat and testosterone. Freya's connection to their beasts grew and she
suddenly craved to meet them in their natural forms. 
Soon.
The added
stimulation to her swollen nub, combined with their tireless pounding into her
ripe body, brought her to the crest of something monumental. The pre-orgasmic
bliss cascaded through her body like a calming dew. Then she detonated, light
sparking behind her eyes as her pussy and ass clamped down on both cocks.  Her
milking brought both men to completion in a massive chorus of grunts and
growls.  Without the thundering music of the nightclub, the animalistic sounds would
fill the building.

It was done.  She was mated to two of the most eligible alpha
shifters she'd ever come across.  Best of all, they wanted her for her, not her
royal blood.  If only she could share the news of this blessed day with her
sisters.

****

 Late in the evening hours, Freya slipped from the room, becoming
invisible in the crowd of revelers still partying strong.  She no longer feared
the unknown, crazed shifters hoping to mate with her, or a loveless future. Her
gait was confident now.  If there was trouble, Gideon and Vincent were in the
club and they'd sense it.  Their mating bond was strong, secure, and forever. 
Then why did she feel a piece of herself was missing?  Why did her thoughts
continually drift to her human lover?  The reason she left her room in the
first place was to seek him out, and she knew it.

This would be their last night in the club, then they were going
to look into getting a home together.  Gideon wanted no part of his condo, and
was happy to put it up on the market for sale.  They'd buy a comfortable home
not too far from Club Frenzy.  She'd have a lifetime to learn about her mates
as they built a future for three.

"Hello there, stranger."  She knew it was him just by
the deep, smooth tone of his voice.  Before she could turn around, his hands
slipped around her waist and pulled her back to the firmness of his body. He
was only human and would have no clue she was no longer on the market.  Her
love bites wouldn't register for him, but they would for any shifters foolish
enough to get too close to her. Her marks symbolized ownership, mating, and
every shifter knew a male would sooner kill for the honor of their mate than
ask questions.

"I was looking for you," she said, twisting in his
arms.  Freya instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the tip
of his nose.  "I've missed you."  What was she doing?  She blamed her
stupid wolf for the playful attraction between them.  It still confused her as
to why she felt a pull between them despite her recent mating and Darius' human
status.

"Have you, now?"  He smirked, in the seductive way that
made her pussy pulse.  His five o'clock shadow and dark features were shaded
further by the lack of overhead lighting.  Only soft wall lights and colored
beams from the dance floor provided illumination in Club Frenzy. 

"I'll be leaving here soon.  I wanted to say goodbye."

His brow furrowed. "Goodbye?  Did you find a place to stay
already?" 

This was harder than she thought.  Her wolf whined within her to
keep the human, but it was an impossibility. Her emotions were a muddle.  She
didn't want to betray her new mates, which she loved and would never replace. 
There was just something about the human.  Even from that first night in the
alley, she felt a unique attraction for him, something soul-deep.

"It's complicated."  She didn't want to hurt him by
telling him she'd be moving in with his friends, Gideon and Vincent. But she
would ensure her new mates took good care of Darius, maybe gave him a raise at
work.

"How I feel about you isn't complicated."  He leaned
over and kissed her neck, a hot brand to her already feverish skin. She closed
her eyes and sighed, absorbing his affection, wishing there could be more
between them.

He pulled away abruptly.  When she opened her eyes and focused,
Gideon's hand was on Darius' shoulder, tugging him back slightly. "Freya,
you okay?"

"I'm fine."  She didn't want Darius to get into
trouble.  She'd seen what jealous shifters could do to a threat.  The thought
of harm coming to her human made her bristle. "I was just saying
goodbye."

"Good.  We'll be leaving in a couple hours."  The lion
leaned in close and ran his tongue along his mark on her neck.  She shivered,
liquid heat escaping her body as she recalled the wicked things he did to her
body. 

When he disappeared in the sea of bodies, Darius stood stiff, his
arms crossed over his chest. "I see.  You and Gideon, eh?"

She shook her head emphatically. "It's not what you think,
Darius.  I care about you, but there're things you don't know about, things I
can't change."

"But you can change for Gideon?  Is it because of his
money?"

He reached into his back pocket, fumbling as dancers brushed
against him from every direction. Then he opened his wallet and pulled out a
stack of bills.  She noted several hundreds. 

"What are you doing?"

"
Here!
  Will this buy your love?" Venom seeped
from his words.  Fuck, she hated hurting him. He waved the stack of bills in
front of her before tossing them in the air with disregard and retreated into
the now frantic crowd.  They screamed and dashed for the money, making it
impossible for her to follow him.  Her throat choked up and she knew she'd be
crying as soon as she got to her room.

****

Vincent was busy serving drinks when Freya squeezed up to the bar
and leaned over the counter. "What is it, sweetheart?  Everything
okay?"

"I want to leave.  I don't want to be here anymore."

"Gimme a sec."  He wiped his hands on a bar rag and met
her around the other side of the counter.  "Tell me what's the
matter."

He could feel her moods now, thanks to her blood. She was worried,
sad, confused, a rainbow of melancholy emotions. "It's just everything. 
This place reminds me of things better left forgotten."

Her sister.
  She often talked of the sisters who she
desperately wanted to reunite with.  When they'd first entered Jacob's old
room, she swore she scented her sister. He'd put two and two together when his
head was clear and realized Jacob's new mate must be Carna, one of the missing
Demori sisters. He knew Gideon would know where to find the bear shifter and
Freya's kin.  Maybe that would make her happy?

"Would you like to see your sister?"

She froze as if she'd heard wrong. "Why are you asking me? 
You know I do."

He brushed a few stray blonde hairs behind her ear and stared
deep into her wolf eyes.  She was a beauty—a passionate, loving mate that he'd
be forever grateful for.  He'd do anything for her. 

"I think Gideon will know how to find Carna.  Would you like
that?"

Her eyes lit up like a child being offered a rare gift.
"How?"

He smiled and kissed her forehead before leading her to Gideon's
office.  After a quick knock, he ushered them inside.

"Princess."  Gideon smiled and stood, ending his phone
conversation immediately. He came around the desk and whisked their mate into
his arms. She squealed and held on as he gave a twirl. "Tonight I'm going
to spoil you properly. The best hotel, best food, finest clothes.  Anything
your heart desires, it's yours."

They kissed briefly and Vincent felt no animosity, only peace.

"Gideon, Freya would like to see her sister.  Do you know
Jacob's new address?  I'm pretty sure his new mate is Carna, one of the other
Demori sisters."

His friend set Freya to her feet, his mood shifting from playful
to serious.  "How do you know it's her sister?"

"Just a feeling.  Besides, Freya thinks she found her
sister's scent in Jacob's room.  It would make sense why he'd suddenly quit and
disappear over a woman."

The lion focused on the wolf. "Is this what you want?  If
you want to see Carna, I'll make it happen."

"Yes, please."

Vincent hoped finding one of her sisters would give her some
closure, a sense of peace.  He knew too well how it felt to be alone in the
world.  Until he found Club Frenzy and Gideon's open embrace, he'd been an
outcast in the shifter world. If she had a family, he'd do everything in his
power to ensure she didn't lose it.

****

They drove for half an hour through the darkened city streets
until they reached a highrise condominium.  Freya looked out the window of the
SUV and allowed her eyes to travel up the near-endless expanse of glass and
mirrors.  Was Carna in there somewhere?  It seemed like a dream if it were
true.  For so many years she'd been in hiding, separated from Carna and Delia. 
Getting a brief visit with Carna had healed part of her heart, but not nearly
enough, not when Freya ran from her after they only just reunited.  But she'd
no longer be a burden to her sister and her mates.  She had her own men now, so
Carna would have no obligation to care for her.  Maybe they could actually live
normal lives and become part of each others' future.

Vincent held out his hand for her after opening the car door. 
She blindly grasped his outstretched palm, still dazzled by the urban
landscape. City lights reflected off the shiny surfaces surrounding them,
creating a wonderland of modern technology.  They had the address and unit
number, so this was the final stretch. Gideon walked on her right, his stride
confident.  He was an imposing figure, all muscle and dominance.  Vincent, on
her left was everything she could hope for in a mate and equally handsome in a
more refined sense.

The elevator ride up was torturously slow.  She watched the
numbers light up, one at a time, until they finally reached the penthouse.

"Relax, Freya.  If she's not here, you still have us." 
Vincent kissed her knuckles as they walked to the door. She smiled as soon as
they neared the unit, the scent of her sister unmistakable.  But was she still
here?

Gideon moved in front of them, providing protection should there
be a threat on the other side of the door.  She'd have to get used to having
two overprotective alphas by her sides. As they waited, she studied her lion's
wide, muscled back under the thin black t-shirt he wore.  She wanted to run her
hands over the broadness of his shoulders and nip his firm flesh, but that
would have to wait for later.

The door flew open. "Gideon?"  An oversized bear
shifter stood in the doorway wearing boxer briefs and nothing more.

Gideon didn't answer, only strode into the unit without
invitation, scanning the interior. Vincent and Freya followed.  She squeezed
the cougar's hand hard, attempting to use him as an anchor for her nerves and
anticipation. Royal wolf blood overpowered the room and she could see Vincent
testing the air, no doubt sensing the same thing.

"Where's your lovely new mate, Jacob.  I'm dying to meet
her."  Gideon dropped down in a black leather arm chair as if he owned the
place.

"Why?  Since when were you interested in my mate?" 

Two other shifters entered the room from down the hall.  A tiger
and…a wolf? Freya had chosen well.  They were all handsome as sin, radiating
powerful alpha energy. "There a problem here, Jacob?"  The tiger
crossed his arms over his chest and braced his feet on the shiny wooden
floorboards.

"I don’t know."

Freya had no time for the male posturing.  Yes, it did wicked
things to her libido, but more importantly, she wanted her sister. "I
thought my sister had four mates.  Don't tell me she killed one of you,"
she half-teased.  Of the three sisters, Freya was the least dangerous.  She
lived her life, survived however she had to, but inside she was soft and craved
a life of security.  Carna was stronger, an example she tried to live up to and
fell short. She'd be able to challenge any threat, even a male intent on
capturing her.

Just then the main door opened.  Freya twirled around, still
holding Vincent's hand for stability. A dark-haired shifter with blazing blue
eyes stood in the doorway.  Beside him was a reflection of herself—an image of
home, love, happy days, and a bond like no other.
Carna.

She dropped Vincent's hand and lurched forward without thought.
Carna was a beacon and she couldn’t get to her fast enough. She collapsed into
her sister's embrace, breathed in her familiar scent, and leaned her head on
her shoulder. "Carna. I'm sorry for running.  Please forgive me."

"Of course I forgive you.  You worried me sick
though."  Carna ran her claws through her hair like she did when they were
younger.  Such a simple act pulled down all her barriers and left her a puddle
of a woman, barely able to move or speak.  It had always been just the three of
them until they split up and went into hiding, determined not to be forced into
a loveless mating. Gods, there had been nights when she missed her sisters so
much, she didn't think she would make it another day. It was like a dream to
have Carna back, especially knowing she wouldn't have to run from her again.