Van, Becca - Keira's Wolf Saviors [Pack Law 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

Devon closed his eyes and inhaled Keira’s familiar sweet scent as he picked her up into his arms and rocked her as she cried. Once she was done with her tears, she slumped down against him and drifted off to sleep. He would tell her when she was awake later that she didn’t have an option about David. It had been a choice of her brother or her, and he was glad she had chosen to keep herself alive.

Devon and his brothers sat at Keira’s bedside for the next twenty-four hours. She drifted in and out of sleep as the swelling on her brain slowly lessened. They were eager to get her home and back in their bed where she belonged, and Dr. Stoner had said they would be able to take her home today.

By the time Keira woke, the sun streamed in the windows. Devon had been glad his Alphas and Michelle had popped in for a visit last night to see how Keira was, and he was thankful Michelle had brought some of Keira’s clothes with her. He was eager to get out into the fresh air and away from the smells of the vomit and the clinical disinfectant used in the hospital.

Keira was sitting up now, and she had a healthy rosy glow back in her cheeks. The bruise and knot on her temple had diminished, but he could still see by her eyes she was in a little pain. When she flung the cotton blanket aside and moved her legs over the edge of her bed, he and his brothers were at her side in an instant.

“What are you doing, sweetness?” Devon asked as he took hold of her hand.

“I need to use the bathroom and then I am going to shower,” Keira replied.

“Let me help you, baby,” Greg stated as he scooped her up into his arms.

“No. Put me down, Greg. I can do this myself.”

“I know you can, Keira. Just humor me, okay? I need to feel you in my arms and take care of you for a bit,” Greg stated.

Devon bit back a smile as he heard Keira sigh with resignation. He knew their mate was itching to give Greg a mouthful, but she closed her mouth, her lips in a thin line as she held her tongue. Yep, their little mate was going to be just fine.

* * * *

Devon was in the backseat of Greg’s truck with Keira. He had her snuggled up against his side and wasn’t about to let her pull away anytime soon. To have her in his arms, her scent in his nostrils, and the heat of her body against his after such a scare was pure heaven. He knew his brothers wanted to be in the back with their mate as well, because Greg kept glancing at her from the rearview mirror and Jake kept turning around to check on her.

He had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, her head was resting on his chest, and she was sound asleep. No matter what she said, Keira still wasn’t fully recovered from her ordeal. As soon as they got her home, he was going to carry her up to their suite of rooms and tuck her into bed so she could rest. Keira stirred when Greg slowed the truck and pulled into the driveway of the pack house. She lifted her head from his chest with a yawn and stretched.

“Are we home already?” Keira asked.

“Yeah, sweetness. How do you feel?” Devon asked.

“Tired. I would love a bath though.”

“You can have anything you want, baby. We’ll have you settled in no time,” Greg called from the front.

“I just need a bath. My muscles are still a little sore,” Keira stated.

“We’ll give you a massage after your bath. That should help relieve some of the soreness,” Jake said.

“You don’t have to…” Keira began.

“We know we don’t have to, sweetheart, we want to. We like taking care of you. It makes us feel good,” Devon said with a gentle smile.

“Well, in that case, I would love a massage,” Keira replied.

Devon gave Keira another hug and scooped her up onto his lap as Greg pulled the car into the carport. He was out of the truck and on his way through the door to the house before she could protest.

“You don’t have to carry me,” Keira protested halfheartedly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I like carrying you,” Devon replied and continued right on up the stairs to their rooms and into the bathroom, his brothers following behind.

Devon sat her on his lap while Greg ran the bath, and he began removing her clothes with the help of his brothers. When Keira was naked, Devon handed her over to Greg and began to strip off his clothes. He climbed into the tub and took her back into his arms, settling down in the hot water while his brothers removed their clothes. He picked up some bath gel, squirted it onto a cloth, and began to wash his mate. The sound of her sighs as he ran the cloth over her body made his dick jump and twitch with interest, and even though he couldn’t control his unruly cock around his mate, he knew she wasn’t up to any loving. She was still recovering.

Devon’s brothers slipped into the water, and they surrounded Keira. They each washed her, needing to touch her and to reaffirm to themselves and their wolves that their mate was safe and well. Once they were done, Jake climbed from the tub first and dried off. He slipped from the room carrying a large towel and a bottle of massage oil. He was back in moments, and Devon passed Keira over to him as he and Greg got out to dry off, too.

Once he was done, he helped Jake finish patting Keira dry and stepped back as Jake lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on her belly on the strategically placed towel and straddled her thighs.

Jake passed the bottle of oil to Devon who poured some of the oil into his own palms and handed it off to Greg. Devon began to massage her arms and shoulders, while Jake massaged her back and Greg her legs. The sounds coming from Keira made his balls ache and his cock elongate, and he could see his brothers were in the same condition. He massaged and kneaded her tight muscles until they were soft and supple beneath his hands and fingers. The scent of her musky arousal permeated the air, and Devon wanted to turn her over and bury himself balls-deep into her tight, wet pussy.

“Let’s turn you over, sweetheart,” Devon said in a rumbling voice.

He and his brothers gently turned Keira on to her back, collected more oil, and began to smooth their hands over her body. He massaged, caressed, and soothed along with his brothers until their mate was arching up into their hands. Greg shifted from her legs over to her other side, and Jake moved his body between her now-spread legs.

Devon leaned down and began to nibble at her lips. Jake bent over her and took one of her nipples into his mouth, and Greg settled between her legs to lap at her pussy. He and his brothers held her down gently so Keira wouldn’t hurt any of her aching muscles and concentrated on making her feel good. Devon ended the kiss and looked down to watch Greg, which had saliva pooling in his mouth.

He knew what that sweet little pussy tasted like and was hankering for his own taste. Instead he swallowed, leaned over Keira from her side and moved to nibble on her other breast. The mewling sound his mate made had his cock so hard it jerked with every beat of his heart. He was going to have to jack off in the shower after they had pleasured Keira and let her rest. He looked down her body as he suckled on her tit and saw his brother pumping his fingers in and out of Keira’s cunt while sucking her little nub into his mouth.

She tried to buck as she screamed, but he and his brothers held her still while she rode out her release. When the last quiver had died, Devon kissed her on the lips and got up. He needed to masturbate in the worst way, and he intended to do just that. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Keira by making love to her. His mate sighed one last time and fell asleep with a smile on her face. He watched as Jake and Greg covered her with a quilt, and then they, too, headed for the shower.

Devon was deeply in love with Keira and wanted to spend the rest of his life by her side. He hoped he never had to see her hurt or in danger again. He could just imagine how she would look with her belly swollen as she nurtured their child in her womb.

Chapter Thirteen

Keira breathed in the perfume of jasmine and sage as she stepped out onto the back patio. She loved the scents of the night as the sun set with a blaze of glory. She looked back over her shoulder as Michelle joined her outside.

“I need some air,” Keira stated.

“I could use some myself,” Michelle replied and followed behind Keira.

She and Michelle had become fast friends, and they were often in the monstrous living room sitting on the sofa, chatting as they drank a glass of wine. Keira knew Michelle could tell she still felt guilty over the death of her brother, but the other woman, as well as her mates, had tried to ease her burden by telling her she had done the only thing possible at the time. And even though she knew that was true, she still woke up some nights drenched in sweat after reliving that horrible day. Her mates were solicitous to the point of aggravating, and they wouldn’t let her out of their sight. She knew it was because not all of her brother’s cohorts had been captured by the police, but she was getting tired of them being around her twenty-four-seven. Michelle’s mates were treating her the same way. Since they had just found out she was pregnant with the Alphas’ pup, Michelle had changed her glass of wine for fruit juice, and she would still sit and chat with Keira most nights. That is, if she wasn’t rushed off to the bedroom by her three Alpha mates.

“How are you feeling?” Keira asked curiously.

“Not so bad,” Michelle replied. “I get a little queasy in the mornings, but so far that’s all, thank God. I have a checkup in two weeks. The expansion to the doctor’s office should be finished by then.”

“When Jonah makes a decision he doesn’t do things by halves. I can’t believe he has expanded the room Blayk uses to add an operating theater and all the necessary equipment,” Keira said.

“He takes his responsibility of lead Alpha very seriously. The pack and its members mean everything to him and his brothers. To me as well, now. It’s hard to explain. When he and his brothers claimed me it was like each and every pack member was a special part of my family. I can feel everyone here,” Michelle said, placing a hand over her heart. “Including you. You’re like the sister I never had.”

“Oh,” Keira responded, tears of emotion filling her eyes. “Stop that right now or you’ll have me crying.”

“Don’t start. Now that I’m pregnant, my emotions are all over the place,” Michelle replied with a watery smile and a sniff.

Keira followed as Michelle stepped off the patio, and they began to wander the gardens. They were so beautiful and peaceful. Keira could have spent hours traversing the paths and sniffing the blooms. They stopped before a beautiful fountain and listened as the water trickled from the hands of the image of the Greek goddess Gaea, the mother of earth. Keira had always thought the fountain of Gaea was a fitting tribute for werewolves, considering she was the daughter of Chaos and had supposedly born the Titans and some of the Cyclopes.

Keira turned toward Michelle as her queen sat down on the bench near the fountain. She caught movement from the corner of her eye and looked over to her left. The sight of a strange man pointing a gun at Michelle made fear shudder through her body.

She had never seen him before and knew Michelle didn’t know he was there. She knew Michelle was pregnant with her mates’ baby and she couldn’t let her new friend or her unborn child get hurt. She thought she may have yelled a warning but couldn’t be sure. She felt as if she were moving in slow motion.

She spun on her heel and felt the muscles in her thighs contract. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and she could hear nothing else. She was breathing heavily as adrenaline flowed through her in response to the danger. Her body was in the flight-or-fight mode.

Keira reacting without thinking. She leapt the distance between them and knocked Michelle to the ground. The sound of the gun exploding was so loud in the still night. The report seemed to echo on and on and on. Keira cried out as pain radiated into her side and knew she had taken a bullet. She felt white-hot fire slicing in between her ribs, and she was having trouble breathing. She could hear Michelle sobbing beneath her and hoped she hadn’t hurt her or her baby. She wanted to get up, to take her weight off of Michelle, but she couldn’t seem to move.

The growls and howls nearby grew dimmer and dimmer. Her own heartbeat and breathing were so loud in her ears. She couldn’t hear anything else. She slipped away to float on a cloud of light where there was no pain, only peace and tranquility. She could hear voices calling to her from a place far away and knew she should know the owners of those voices, but she couldn’t concentrate long enough to place them. The light seemed to get brighter, and she had to squint to be able to perceive the little she could. She could see shapes moving toward her but couldn’t ascertain who they were.