Axe held the other boy close, “You’ve always known there was life outside the coven. Make your choice. This choice.”

  I sat upright, heat swarming over my body like I was on fire. My body throbbed and ached and an overwhelming need to be with Ash and Axe, to make a child, to make our family whole, wove through me like wildfire.

  I spun on the bed and jerked the covers back to bare their bodies to me. They sat up in stunned surprise, blinking the sleep from their eyes. “Aleni?” Ash asked.

  I pushed Axe down roughly by the shoulder and straddled his body. Ash moved next to us, running his fingers over my belly and up to cup my breast. “Fuck, Elizabeth,” he groaned, kissing my neck, “you smell incredible.”

  Axe sat up enough to kiss me, moving from my already panting mouth across my cheek to my neck, a growl of desire bubbling in his chest. I struggled to reach his cock, trapped between our bodies and he pulled his teeth from my neck and looked into my eyes and his own were bright and feral. “It’s the heat, baby, but you feel it too?”

  I groaned as Ash dropped his mouth to my nipple and bit down, “I, yes, yes, please, please!” Axe lifted my hips to free his cock and I slammed myself down on him and shrieked in bliss.

  Wrenching Ash’s head back from my breast by his hair, I licked across his plump lower lip and bit down slightly. “You’re next,” I growled, and began to move on Axe. Leaning back slightly, I rested my hands on Axe’s knees and lengthened my body as he thrust up into me. The position made his cock rub against my most sensitive place. Splaying his hand across my belly, Axe pressed his thumb to my clit and began to rub the bud in a contrasting rhythm to our bodies.

  Thrust, rub. Thrust, rub.

  Thrustrub. Thrustrub.

  Thrustrubthrustrubthrustrub.

  “Oh fuck!” I screamed as my body contracted around him and he lost the rhythm, gripping my hips with both hands and tugging me hard and fast across his body. He growled as he came after a few hard thrusts upwards and Ash pulled me off his body and laid me down on my back, climbing on top of me. Spreading my legs apart by the ankles, he shifted his hips in slow circles while his cock parted my heated core. When I felt him seated inside me completely, he leaned forward and kissed me, dropping my legs from his hands so I could wrap them around his body. I broke our kiss and dropped my mouth to his chest, seeking out the tight nipples.

  “Ah, baby, yes,” he moaned, pounding into me while I took one tiny button in between my teeth. “More, harder.”

  Digging my nails into his back, I bit down harder on his nipple and swiped my tongue across it while he groaned and panted, increasing his pace as I moved to the other nipple. I bit down again and again, tasting the heat of the bruises I was making and sensing that he was drawing close to climax. I moved my hand between our bodies so I could join him and found Axe’s hand already there, reaching for my clit that ached with the need to be touched and played with.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” Axe growled, and I gave in to the sensations they both brought to the surface for me, heat and passion and love. So much love that my senses exploded with it.

  I screamed into Ash’s chest as the orgasm flashed through me and he growled, slamming into me once, twice, three times until his cock spasmed deep inside me and set off another shiver of orgasm for me.

  Ash kissed across my sweaty brow with a happy growl, “That was perfect, aleni, just perfect.”

  I looked up into his sweet face and saw nothing but love there. It was echoed in Axe’s perfectly identical face and the swell of it, the waves of love that washed over me at that moment, made me feel closer to them than anything else. If there was anything better, I couldn’t imagine what it might be.

  Wriggling out from under Ash, I went to my hands and knees for Axe, and he fucked me hard and fast, burying himself impossibly deep inside me until his balls slapped against my clit and I came ferociously, scrambling against the sheets.

  My passion rose again and again. For a week, we barely stopped making love, only dozing off when we passed out from exhaustion. We made love around the house and outside at night, everywhere and anywhere.

  We ate when we were hungry, oblivious to the time or anything except each other, and every phone in the house was turned off and the blinds were shut and the doors were locked so we could just be together. For a week, we did nothing but make love and hold each other, me and my two husbands. The witch and the twin bears. So different but somehow made perfectly right for each other. Lost in our little passion bubble, nothing else mattered except us.

  On the sixth day, the heat started to fade slowly like a crack in a glass of water, our driving need to be together ebbing away until it disappeared completely by the time the sun set on Friday.

  “Come here, baby,” Axe yawned, lifting me up from where I’d fallen splayed across Ash’s chest while he reclined on the couch. “I think we’re through the heat.”

  I mumbled nothing in particular as he held me against his warm, bare chest and he chuckled with another yawn. “You are spectacular my sweet little bear. I am so full of love for you right now. This was a bliss I can’t even describe.”

  My eyes refused to open and I thought I smiled at the sweet comment, but if I really did or not I couldn’t tell. It had been a most wild, incredible week. I felt the cool sheets of the bed under my skin that nearly shrieked in sensitivity as he laid me on my side and settled behind me. Ash joined us, yawning several times as he settled to fit against the front of my body so I was wedged tightly between them.

  I drifted for a little while in that place between wakefulness and dreams as they talked quietly over me.

  “What do you think it means that she went through the entire heat with us like that?” Ash asked very softly.

  “I don’t know. That first time, when she woke us up I thought maybe it was a fluke, like she was reacting to our heats, but she kept right up with us the entire time. The spring heat was nothing like this. Not even in the same ballpark.”

  “Maybe because we’re collared?”

  “We were collared at the spring heat, too.”

  “Then, maybe it was because she was capable of carrying a cub this time?” Ash’s voice had that sweet hopeful sound to it when he spoke about having children with me.

  “Could be.” Axe sounded wistful, too, and slid his hand very gently down my belly. “She could be carrying our cub right now, brother.”

  I felt Ash’s mouth press a closed kiss to my forehead. “I couldn’t possibly love her any more than I do right at this second. She’s amazing.”

  “And ours.”

  If they continued to talk, I didn’t hear it, drifting in final sleep as darkness swarmed over me and I was comforted and warm between my husbands.

  When sleep slipped away from me eventually, I felt like I hadn’t moved in days. My muscles ached and everything from the top of my head to my toes and all spaces between were tingly numb and deliciously sore.

  “There she is,” A soft voice spoke, light kisses following across my lips.

  Blinking the last fingers of sleep away, I found Axe lying in front of me, still looking sleepy, too.

  I touched his jaw with my fingertips and traced the stubble covered line. “What time is it?”

  Glancing behind me at the alarm clock he said, “4 p.m. on Saturday. I just woke up; Ash has been up for about an hour. He’s making us something to eat.”

  After mentally running my hands over my body, I decided that nothing had melted off in the throes of the mating heat. Ash came into the room carrying a tray. He was nude, and his chest was covered with bite shaped bruises. I gasped at what I’d done to him and he looked down at himself like he hadn’t noticed them before. Grinning as he joined us on the bed with the large tray, he kissed my temple and promised that he was sorry that his fast healing was making them fade. Axe reminded us that he wasn’t without his own battle scars, and when he sat up to reach for a cup of coffee from the tray, I got a good glimpse of his well scratched back. I was assured I had plenty of bite and scratch marks of my own, so we all looked like we’d been ridden hard and put away wet. And that was a very, very good thing.

  Ash had heated up two packages of biscuit sandwiches from the freezer and added a bowl of cut fruit to balance it out. I was starving, so I snagged two sandwiches quickly before they devoured the other six between them. When I was pleasantly stuffed and still a little sleepy, I laid back and stretched and let myself drift in peace for a little while. While we ate, we discussed the heat and what had happened between the three of us. They weren’t worried that anything was wrong, they were just as curious as I was to know how it had happened or why. I could only guess that my Wicca nature was bridging a gap for me with them because of the collar, bringing me into the heat as if it were my own. If it was only an echo of what they felt, then the full feeling must be incredible. It was as if my body wasn’t really my own. I couldn’t get enough of them. Of everything about them. The feel of their bodies rocking into mine, the taste of their tongues tangling with mine, the sounds of their howls of pleasure and sweet release. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

  A hot pounding inferno of passion that raged hot until the very end.

  After our first shower in a week that didn’t involve one of them planting my hands on the glass doors and taking me until the hot water ran out, I turned on my cell only long enough to check my messages and call my grandmother. At some point on Monday, one of the boys had called her to tell her that we were taking the week off so she wouldn’t worry, but it didn’t stop anyone else from leaving me messages for various things.

  Since we hadn’t left the house in a week, I wanted to go out to dinner, so we dressed up and drove to the condo where a block away the only five star restaurant in the area looked out over the river that emptied out into the lake. Seated at a small table near the back, I let Ash pick our drinks and Axe pick our meals. They were very adorable sometimes. I sipped at the glass of white Riesling and looked at the small flickering candle in the center of the perfectly crisp white table cloth and I mused over what had plagued me since I had woken up from that dream of the little boys at the den. Could I have a child or children and still deal with all the responsibilities of the coven? Was that fair to the boys and our kids, to me? I would have to step down from the corner if I was pregnant, that much was a given. The draw of power on the solstice ceremonies was so great that although it was a protective sort of natural power, I could do harm to myself or the child if things got out of hand. And sometimes they did.

  A long finger touched the diamond on my right hand ring finger. I wore identical rings that they had worn since they turned 16, saving them for their future bride. The morning after I collared them, they gave them to me. They had both also bought me very spectacular diamonds when we got married legally. Ash’s on my right was a three carat brilliant round cut that winked in the sun like a spotlight. On my left hand, Axe’s eternity band with three carats’ worth of diamonds spoke to the difference in their personalities as much as anything. Both stunning and beautiful, Ash was the more publicly expressive of the two; like the large single stone he wore his whole heart on his sleeve for the world to see. Axe’s heart was kept muted, just as big but full of little puzzles until you got to the very sweet and loving center of him. They both wore rings that I gave them on our legal wedding day, plain platinum bands that I had engraved with our tribal names.

  “Aleni, are you alright? You’ve been so quiet.” Ash asked, continuing to roll the diamond under his fingertip, back and forth.

  “I’m fine, I’ve just been thinking.” Axe reached for my hand and twined his fingers with mine.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” He offered, looking at our hands wound together. I loved the way that my light skin off-set their dark coloring.

  “I…I want to enjoy dinner and the rest of our weekend before we have to go back to reality. Okay?”

  They let me end the subject and the timing was good because our meals arrived. Axe had ordered thick steaks for them and lobster alfredo for me. I dug in with gusto and kept up the conversation by talking about our first denning-in that would happen the first week of December. In just two weeks, we’d pretty much shut ourselves off from the world. Axe had purchased special light blocking shutters and Ash had raided a linen store for fluffy blankets and big pillows and scattered them in every room in the house, and firewood was stacked to the ceiling in the garage.

  Before I met them, I had a standing fantasy of being snuggled up in the dark in the winter, kept toasty warm with furs. What I hadn’t expected was that my husbands might be the actual furs themselves, and that one of their were-bear traditions involved spending the winter months locked together as a family. In the den, the bears still were able to spend time with their friends and extended family because their tents were all in the same area. Most bears took off the winter and just stayed in. Some went into their jobs once a week and would bring supplies in that were needed. The boys asked me to limit my time in the shop to once a week, and I had agreed. But now that I’d had the week with them with no coven responsibilities, I was looking forward to three months almost entirely free of unnatural witches begging for spell help, non-wiccan people seeking blessings for their families, and the North American Council of Elders.

  Oh Hades.

  I sat on the North American Council of Elders, a group of natural witches from the most powerful covens in each region. My grandmother also sat on the council as well. Their meetings occurred during the Black Moon, which was the full moon for December. Last year, I had been kidnapped by a wizard after the NACE meeting and Brone had saved me.

  This year, the NACE was meeting in Sault Saint Marie, Ontario. It was neutral, with no ruling coven, and was the annual meeting place for many different wiccan groups, not just the NACE. The boys would flip out. Guards were not allowed into the meeting hall because it was meant to be a peaceful gathering. They’d be forced to stay out of the building with any other guards. I knew they’d go nuts.

  With one more thing to think about and mull and ponder to myself, I tried hard not to let my thoughts and worries invade our weekend. If they thought I was still thinking over things, they didn’t ask me again. Already they knew when to push me and when to stand down. Now was one of those times to stand down.

  Chapter Eight

  The Denning-in was in two days. Axe was finishing covering the windows and sliding back doors while Ash was at the store for the third time, getting last minute odds and ends. I was standing at the last glass door left uncovered. The back of the house had three in a row to let in the most light and fresh air in nice weather.

  “Aleni,” Axe said with mild irritation, “Would you please tell me what’s bothering you so much? Where is my snarky little firecracker bride?” He slid his hands around me and rested his chin on the top of my head.

  “I’m fine, Axe, really. Just excited about the denning-in.” I lied. How often had I put them off these last two weeks? Their worry was plain on their faces.

  He turned me and leaned close until my back was pressed against the glass. He kissed me, strong and searching, locking his fingers with mine and pressing the backs of my hands into the cool glass. His hard cock rubbed against the apex of my thighs, the material of the jeans between us digging into our skin.

  With only low growls and pleased murmurs, we kissed as we stripped each other and he carried me to the couch and laid me down, settling between my legs. He pulled my arms over my head and grasped both wrists with one of his large hands. As he kissed down my jaw and bit on my ear lobe, he lifted away from the lower half of my body and slid the fingers of his other hand down to my pussy. Heat speared through me as his fingers slipped through the silky wetness.

  “So ready for me, sweet little bear?” He growled, plunging his finger in and out of my pussy.

  “Yes, Axe, yes.” I moaned.

  His wet finger pressed into my clit and I took in a quick, short breath. When he didn’t move at all, I opened my eyes and found not the passionate loving look he always gave me before we made love, but a calculated one. “How badly?” He asked.

  “What?”

  “How badly do you want to come?”

  I wriggled under him, but he had me effectively pinned by both my wrists and the way he laid across and between my legs. “I don’t understand, Axe. Let me up.”

 

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