Her Warriors' Three Wishes (Dante's Circle) (18 page)

“You gave me the option of a future. That is something I will never forget.” With that, the wolf walked away, wearing only leather pants and his boots.

Considering how they all were dressed, they should probably get out of sight soon.

Balin looked around as if he’d never seen the human realm before, and Ambrose brought him in for a hug.

“You’re home now,” Ambrose whispered, and Balin shuddered. 

“I’ve been here once or twice, but it’s been too long.”

“Let’s get to my home, and then we can get clean and never move again,” Jamie said as Ambrose took her hand and led the way.

He used his powers to shield them from prying eyes in case anyone saw two leather-clad people walking with another man who didn’t wear leather, but looked just as dangerous. 

Once they made it to Jamie’s house, she almost collapsed in the doorway.

“Home,” she whispered.

Balin leaned into her side as Ambrose walked to the living room, noting the window that had been broken before had been replaced. He quickly went to the phone to check the date and cursed.

“What is it?” Jamie asked.

“It’s been two months.”

“What?” 

“It’s been two months since they took you.”

“No, that’s not right.”

Balin shook his head. “Hell is the only plane that works on a different timetable. And, since it flows like a wave, you never know if you’re losing time or gaining it. Also, because it averages out, over time, it doesn’t really matter and people end up aging the same.”

Jamie’s eyes widened, and she sank into the couch. “Two months.”

Ambrose knelt before her.  “I’m going to call Shade and tell him we’re back and to let the others know. I’m also going to tack on that they should give us time alone to process.”

Jamie nodded, her gaze far away. “We can meet at Dante’s tomorrow.”

“Dante? We can see him?” Balin asked, awe in his tone.

Ambrose nodded. “We’ll see everyone tomorrow and learn what we’ve missed. Though it’s going to be tough for Faith to stay away,” he teased.

Jamie cracked a smile. “Tell her I need to shower and sleep and that I will see her tomorrow.”

“Of course.”

He quickly made the call, and the relief in Shade’s voice was unmistakable. He and Lily promised to keep everyone away from the house, knowing the new triad needed time. 

Everything had changed. He’d lost what mattered most to him before and almost lost it again. He wouldn’t be letting go easily.

He wanted Jamie in his life, his bed, and in every single aspect of his life. And as he looked at Balin, who stood shell shocked in the living room, he knew he wanted Balin by his side throughout it all.

He loved Jamie. 

Loved her.

He knew he was falling for Balin.

It might have started with a bond and genetics, but it was more than that, more than fate. He saw the way they both took care of those they loved and fought for more than just themselves. They were true warriors, and he wasn’t about to let them go.

“We should get cleaned up,” Ambrose said as walked toward his mates.

Jamie absently nodded then shuddered. “I’d really like to get out of these clothes.”

“I can help with that,” Balin said, a smile on his face.

Jamie rolled her eyes. “Really? You’re thinking about sex right now?”

“Jamie, darling, I’m always thinking about sex.” Balin lifted her into his arms, and she let out a squeal. “I will say I like this leather number on you.”

Ambrose let out chuckle at the look of mutiny on Jamie’s face. 

“You would, you deviant. I look like a whore.” She puffed up her cheeks and let out a breath. “At least they didn’t give me heels. I could actually run.”

 “As much as I like that leather on you, we need to get you out of it so we can all be clean,” Ambrose said as he led Balin toward Jamie’s bathroom. “Though I might have to get you something with leather in the future.”

Balin groaned behind him, and Ambrose’s cock pressed against his pants. 

“Done. We’re doing that as soon as possible,” Balin teased.

“Fine, but then I get to dress you both in leather.”

“Deal,” both men said at the same time.

Ambrose looked behind him at the younger man who had a more carefree air about him. He knew Balin had been through wars, near death, and in almost constant pain his whole life, but the demon still joked and tried to make light of things—completely the opposite of how Ambrose dealt with life.

He had a feeling Balin would be good for him.

He looked at Jamie’s tired face, yet he knew she was full of life and hope. Good for the both of them.

Jamie let out a small sigh as they entered her bathroom. Her house wasn’t the largest of houses. In fact, it could have fit in just one of his living rooms, but her bathroom was breathtaking. She’d bought the place because of it, and he knew from Shade that she was planning on building onto her home but would keep the bathroom the way as it was. She had a large claw-footed bath that could fit two people—something they’d have to work on since there were now three of them. 

It was her shower that made Ambrose want to weep. 

It was a large, glass-enclosed shower. One showerhead came from the ceiling then three more showerheads jutted from the walls to make sure every inch of skin could be heated, wet, and clean.

Not to mention the fact that it was large enough for six people and had a bench in it. 

Perfect for what he had in mind.

“Well, Hades, I’m in love with your bathroom,” Balin said as he set Jamie on the bathroom counter.

Jamie smiled and wiggled, clearly uncomfortable in her skirt—something that could quickly be remedied.

“I love my shower, though now, I guess it’s yours too, right?” She blushed and Ambrose froze, not wanting to break the moment.

Balin stood by her. “Jamie, darling, I’m never leaving your side. Nor am I leaving Ambrose. I’d love to stay here with you and make a future. I love you, Jamie Bennett.” He cupped her face and kissed her softly.

Tears stained both of their cheeks, and Ambrose moved so he was closer to them. “And I’m not leaving you—either of you. Though we don’t have to stay here, we can go wherever you want, whenever you want. You both are my future, and I’m not going to be stupid and walk away from it—again. I’m going to do all in my power to show you that I’m worthy of you, Jamie. And you too, Balin.”

He kissed her then, her lips soft, needy beneath his. “I love you,” he whispered.

She pulled back and hiccupped a laugh. “Oh, I love you both. I can’t believe I got this lucky.” Then she laughed again. “I don’t know why that’s funny because, really, we just went through hell—literally—but I feel like the luckiest girl in the world that I get the both of you. I have no idea how we’re going to make everything work, but hearing you both say that makes me believe that it can work. That it will work.”

Balin wrapped an arm around Ambrose’s waist and leaned on his shoulder. Ambrose shuddered a breath and turned to let his lips rest gently on Balin’s. “I love you too, Balin,” he whispered. “I don’t know how it happened, and I wasn’t expecting you, but I’m not sorry.”

Balin grinned. “Good to know because you’re stuck with me, old man.” He leaned in to kiss him harder. “And, of course, I love you too. Right now, all the emotions in this room are a bit thick. Why don’t we shower and show Jamie what it means to be with two men? And let me show you what it means to be with me. We have a whole future to plan and figure out, but I’d rather take the next few hours just being us.”

Happiness spread through him as he slowly undid Jamie’s corset. Not a single mark marred her skin from her ordeal, and he was grateful that her newfound abilities seemed to have sped up her healing process.

Though he could have healed her, it was good to know she could do it on her own. He’d just have to make sure he pampered her in other ways.

She exhaled loudly as he undid the last of the strings and removed the binding. Her breasts fell, heavy, her nipples hard. 

Smiling, he leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of one while Balin did the same to the other. When Balin turned slightly, Ambrose captured the other man’s lips above her chest and bit down hard.

Balin pulled back and laughed. “Feisty, are you?”

Ambrose merely raised a brow. “I am a warrior after all.”

“Oh, God, I really am the luckiest girl ever.” She leaned back and smiled, her eyes dark with arousal. 

Balin undid her boots while Ambrose turned on the shower. The water flowed, and steam started to fill the room.

“How is it you two can get me so hot with just a little touch?” she asked as she squirmed on the counter.

Balin slowly slid off her skirt, and Ambrose cursed.

“You weren’t wearing panties this whole time?” he asked.

She blushed from head to toe, her nipples darkening. “No, and let me tell you, it’s hard to fall to the ground with your legs crossed so you don’t flash a whole mob of demons.”

“Was it really a mob?” Balin asked. “Or was it more of a gathering? Or a grouping?”

She smacked his shoulder as they both laughed, the tension easing.

Ambrose stripped off his clothes, glad to be rid of them. He had more clothes in his cache for himself and Balin later.

Balin stripped down as well, and Ambrose picked up Jamie and headed toward the shower.

“You two do realize I can walk, right?” Jamie asked as she buried her nose in his throat.

“Why should you?” he asked as he stepped in the stall, setting her down on the bench.

She wrinkled her nose as she looked down at herself. “I smell like a sewer.”

Balin laughed as he walked in naked behind them, shutting the stall door. “No, you smell like mine.”

“If you think the smell of dirt, trash, and God knows what else is yours, then we have a problem,” she teased.

Ambrose shook his head as the two of them teased each other then turned on the ceiling showerhead. 

Balin moved out of the way quickly, shaking his head like a wet dog. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

Ambrose shrugged but hid his smile as the water heated, and then he turned on the other three showerheads so steam filled the stall and the hot water poured over them.

Jamie leaned back against the wall, the water running down her body, between her breasts, down to her core.

Hell, he hadn’t meant to get as turned on as he was in the shower. He’d wanted to make sure they were all clean and taken care of, and then he’d make love with the both of them.

Balin smiled at him as if he knew exactly where Ambrose’s thoughts had run off to. By the look of the other man’s cock, Balin’s ran on the same path.

Soon
, he told himself,
soon
.

With the soap in his hand, he moved toward Jamie, brushing by Balin, who sucked in a breath. He might have been older than dirt, as Faith liked to joke, but that didn’t mean he was dead and cold.

No, far from it.

“The water feels wonderful,” Jamie whispered as tears ran down her face, mixing with the water.

“What’s wrong?” Ambrose asked as he knelt between her legs, leaning his forehead on hers.

“Just coming down off my high I think,” she whispered.

Ambrose kissed her softly, letting the sobs rack her body. Balin took the soap from his hands and slid it over her body, comforting her.

“I was so afraid.”

Ambrose put a small amount of shampoo in his hands then began to massage her scalp. She moaned at his touch, and his cock filled even more, but this was not the time.

“I was too,” he said, his voice stronger than he expected. “When I saw the window in your house—” He took a deep breath and washed the soap from her hair, continuing his massage. “I never want to go through that again.”

Jamie managed a smile as the tears ebbed. “I don’t either.”

“And now you’re stronger than you were before,” Balin added as he washed his own body. Ambrose’s gaze followed the man’s hands as he slid them over his washboard abs then stroked his cock.

He blinked then turned back to Jamie, knowing they had to get this out before they could enjoy each other to the fullest.

“You’re stronger now, Jamie, but we still need to train you.”

Jamie nodded, her eyes filling with worry, and he cursed himself for bringing it up.

“We can talk about that later. Just know that since we’re out of hell, we have the advantage. We’ll protect you.”

Jamie shook her head. “I want to protect myself and you both.”

Balin nudged Ambrose over so they were both kneeling before their mate. “The three of us are in this together.”

She nodded then smiled. “Good.”

Ambrose took the soap from Balin and quickly washed himself. Before he could turn off the water, Jamie stood, taking the soap from him.

“I just want to make sure you didn’t miss a spot.” She quirked her mouth in a smile, and Ambrose held back a smile. 

Little minx.

He felt Balin’s hands in his hair, and he groaned, closing his eyes as both his mates washed him. 

“I love his hair, don’t you?” Jamie asked as Balin worked his hands along Ambrose’s scalp.

No one had ever washed his hair before, and he wanted to sink to his knees and let them have him. They took care of him, loved him.

Why had he wanted to run from this?

No, he wouldn’t think of that anymore. He’d moved on from his insecurities—or at least he was on the right path. He’d do all in his power to prove worthy of his mates.

Balin walked him beneath the celling spray, running his hands through Ambrose’s hair to get all the soap out.

“All clean, I believe,” Balin whispered and smacked his ass.

Ambrose turned, loving the delight and mischief on the man’s face. “Did you just smack me?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jamie laughed behind him, and Ambrose pulled her around so she stood in his arms. “Is something funny?”

She widened her eyes, biting her lip to hold back laughter. “Oh no, wise one, nothing like that.”

Ambrose closed his eyes, biting back a laugh of his own. “You two make me feel old.”

He felt the small grip of Jamie’s hand around his cock as she squeezed. “You sure don’t feel old to me,” she purred.