Story Excerpt

Hannah was pacing back and forth as Eric tried unsuccessfully to explain what was happening.

“Why the hell would pixies want to assassinate me? I’m no one special,” Hannah spat angrily.

West saw the pain on Eric’s face that she would talk herself down in that way, but it was his own reaction that surprised him. Despite knowing the woman was his cousin’s mate, he wanted to step in and tell her that she was very special—special to him and special to Eric. Hell, he was tempted to turn her over his knee and spank her ass until she understood that she was very valuable and shouldn’t say something so absurd. Or he could kiss her until she…

His thoughts trailed off as he finally understood what was going on in his head.

Shit!

And to think he’d laughed when his cousin, Brandon, had called to invite them to a wedding with three grooms and one bride. Although, he hadn’t laughed quite so hard when less than a year later the three Brockman brothers had married a famous heiress named Ruby Rickardson. Hell, maybe it ran in the family. Considering that he and Eric had very little in common these days, it was likely to be a steep learning curve. West actually found himself hoping that it was only the two of them. Surely, problems between two men had to be less complicated than problems between three of them.

“Hannah,” West said, stepping closer and hoping that he didn’t betray all the thoughts running through his head, “you’ve been targeted by assassins because you’re one of the Oracle’s receptacles. We need to get you to a safe house. I’m sorry, babe, but you are special, very special, and we need to find a way to protect you.”

“I’m a what?”

Brody ignored what was essentially a rhetorical question and asked one of his own. “Do you know how you managed to knock Eric on his ass outside?”

“I did that?” she asked as her gaze bounced between the four men in the room.

“You sure did,” Brody said with a smile. “My wife can’t explain how she does it either.”

“Your wife?” Hannah said with a hopeful lilt in her voice. “Can I meet her?”

“Hopefully, very soon,” Brody said carefully. It was obvious that he would protect his wife and child first and foremost. “But right now we need to get you somewhere safe so we can deal with the threat against you.”

“The good news here,” West said, trying to be positive even though he suddenly found himself near-catatonic with fear for his mate, “is that we have a chance to place you in protective custody. The assassin will come again, so we need to make certain she can’t find you.”

“I believe you,” Hannah said, looking even more confused. “But I’m also pretty sure I’m somewhere having a breakdown and not actually here. I mean I dream of Dr. Hunkalicious all the time, so it makes sense he’d be here.” She glanced around the room. “I’m not sure where I dreamed up you three, but I’ve known for a long time that something was coming for me. I mean, why else would I develop a phobia that was triggered by a seven-year-old girl if I didn’t somehow know something that looked like a child would come after me?” Hannah giggled, but the sound was just a little too hysterical to be humor. “Shit, I’ve spent my whole adult life training to be a pediatric nurse, and I’m going to lose it all by having one little breakdown.”

West could see how much Eric wanted to reassure Hannah about her career, but the simple fact was that her days as a nurse to humans were over. Even if they could craft a new identity for her, going back to nursing was simply too dangerous, especially in a pediatric ward where every second patient could potentially be a pixie assassin. West simply wouldn’t allow his mate to put herself in danger like that. He took one look at the woman’s stubborn expression and decided to keep that thought to himself.

“Babe,” West said affectionately as he stepped closer, “you’re not having a breakdown. We’ll work this out, I promise you.”

Adult Excerpt

“Well, he warned me he was bossy,” Hannah said as Eric put her on her feet and lifted her sleep shirt over her head.

“That he is,” Eric said with a warm smile. “Feel free to put either of us in our place anytime you think we’re too bossy.” Eric’s eyes fell to her breasts, the nipples pulling tighter as he watched. His warm hands slid up her sides, his thumbs grazing over the hard buds as he dipped his head and claimed her mouth in a devastating kiss. He let her up for air a moment before wrapping his arms around her middle and lifting her to kiss her once more. His tongue pushed past her teeth, the slick muscle gliding over her gums, exploring her mouth as she dangled in his grasp.

He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes, panting almost as hard as she was. But she could see the question, maybe the worry of being rejected now that she knew who he truly was. She smiled, touching his face with her fingers. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“I think I’m beginning to like bossy men,” she said quietly.

“That’s good, babe,” West said from the doorway, “because I’m pretty sure I told you to strip naked and lie on the bed.”

“Oops,” she said with a giggle. Eric set her feet on the ground once more, this time sliding his hands down her hips and dragging her sleep pants and underwear with them. He grinned wickedly as he helped her onto the bed, arranging her arms and legs where he wanted them, fanning her long hair out so that the soft curls were spread over the pillow.

“Our mate is very beautiful,” West said as Eric went to stand beside him at the end of the bed. “But not very obedient.”

Confused for a moment, Hannah was about to argue the point when she realized she had indeed moved from the position Eric had placed her. She could feel a blush creeping over her entire body as she tried to force herself to lay there on the mattress with her legs open the way they both wanted.

“Do it, babe,” West said in a deep, sexy voice. She shook her head, embarrassment stealing her confidence from moments ago. West sighed in feigned annoyance before turning a grin on Eric. “It seems that our mate is shy. Perhaps she needs a little help.”

“Of course,” Eric said with a grin that could only be described as predatory. He moved onto the end of the bed, grabbed an ankle in each hand, and lifted them up and out. He settled his shoulders between her thighs, his breath hot against the exposed lips of her pussy.

“Perfect,” West said as he stalked closer. Both men were fully dressed, but Hannah quickly forgot her discomfort when Eric licked her pussy like ice cream and West suctioned his mouth to her breast. She writhed under them, trapped against the mattress as they explored her intimately. Heat began to pool in her belly, excitement pulling her muscles tight as her men caressed every inch of her with their calloused hands and warm, wet mouths.

“Please,” she whimpered as the need to come wound sensuously through her mind and drowned all other thoughts.

“Not yet, babe,” West said a moment before biting down on her nipple. She screeched, the tiny pain shooting electrical currents straight to her pussy. Eric licked her clit, and then used his lips to clamp down on the sensitive nub, trapping her swollen flesh in his mouth. Hannah arched her back, lifting her breasts into West’s waiting mouth, her legs straining against Eric’s hold, trying to trap his head where she wanted it.

“Please,” she whimpered again. But they just held her down, slowing their sensual assault, bringing her back from the edge. She growled low in her throat, eliciting soft laughs from both of her men.

“Not yet,” Eric whispered, his hot breath bathing her clit as his fingers slid through the wet folds of her pussy, spreading her juices, massaging the swollen flesh before very carefully pushing inside.