Quinton withdrew from my body and within 5 seconds I was mounted again, this time by someone with a longer cock. Quinton had stretched me to my limits, but I was sure that I wasn't taking all of Orion because he was longer.

  Orion pulled out of me.

  "No..." I protested. I felt cold and empty without him.

  "Hands and knees," he told me.

  I turned over, although my body felt pretty wobbly. He pushed two pillows under my stomach before lining himself up behind me. He didn't shove inside of me, just played with his cock against my entrance until the tip slipped in. And then we weren't playing anymore.

  His big body caged mine. I could feel every inch of him as he slowly thrust as much as he could inside of me. I could feel him bump against my cervix. He was too long for my body. I felt him bite the other side of my neck, the one that Quinton had not bitten.

  "You're ours," he whispered in my ear. "Now and forever."

  The idea of being with these two strangers forever should have scared me. I should have said that I didn't want them.

  But that would've been a lie.

  "Yes," I moaned. My body slowly pulsed around him, drawing seed out of his body. He eventually groaned as he let go, filling me with more come, enough to make it overflow from my body.

  I should've gone to the bathroom to clean up, but I was exhausted. I knew that I had just woken up, but I just collapsed facedown on the bed with two pillows under my stomach. I could feel someone cleaning between my legs, but I was too tired to move a finger.

  Omelettes

  RAVEN

  When I woke up a second time, it was daylight. I was relieved. Normally, if the sun wasn't up, I wasn't. I was a midnight raven. And I could hear the sizzle of bacon, which definitely was the right way to start my day. I’d eaten more bacon over the past few days than I normally ate in a year.

  I grabbed my robe out of the closet and walked into the kitchen. What I saw there filled me with joy.

  Quinton was cooking bacon and Western omelettes. I could smell buttered toast baking in the oven. Orion was pouring orange juice for all of us.

  "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Quinton winked at me as he pushed the spatula under the omelette and prepared to flip it.

  I knew that my hair must be a crazy mess, but with just a grin and a joke, Quinton made me feel beautiful.

  "Morning," I said. I came closer to him. His free arm snaked around me and yanked me close enough for him to give me a hard but very brief kiss.

  "Don't hog all the sugar," Orion complained. He was behind me and pulled me from Quinton's single arm. "Don't let breakfast burn." Orion picked me up and kissed me just as hard as Quinton had.

  "It'll be ready in two minutes," Quinton said. Orion took me to the table and sat me in his lap.

  "Did you rest well, Raven?"

  "Yes," I said. He kissed my temple.

  "Good." He played with my hair.

  "Don't touch it! It's a gigantic frizz ball!" I tried to wiggle out of his lap, but he held me there. I could feel the hard press of his dick against me.

  "Sit still," he warned. There was a note of steel in his voice. "I love every piece of you, from your head all the way down to your toes."

  "I doubt it," I snorted. "I have corns on my toes from wearing heels so often."

  Before I said anything else, he flipped me so that my back was in his lap. He pulled my feet high and kissed the underside of both.

  "I don't care about what you think is ugly. Every bit of you, every inch, is perfect just the way that you are."

  I could feel my pussy clench from the look in his eyes. I could hear that he meant it.

  Quinton dissolved the tension by coming to us with plates. He had fluffy omelettes, bacon, and toast on each plate. Mine was half the size of theirs, but it was still enough food for an entire day.

  "Breakfast is ready," he said, as if Orion hadn't just spun me around and turned me on by kissing my feet. I didn't have a foot fetish. I did like pretty shoes, something that my bank account didn't like, but the look in his eyes as he kissed them made me feel warm inside.

  Orion slid me off of his lap and into my own chair. We all began to eat. Quinton's cooking was amazing. I liked the sharpness of the cheddar he'd used in the omelette and the freshness of the vegetables brought a simple omelette to another level. Before I knew it, I was polishing off everything on my plate. Maybe I was getting better at keeping pace.

  Or not. As I finished my plate, Orion took both of their empty plates back to the kitchen for Round 2. My stomach felt like it was pleasantly full, and my eyelids drooped.

  "Food coma," I moaned. Quinton came over to me and pulled me into his arms. I nestled my head against his shoulder. He put me down gently on the couch.

  "I've slept more in the last day that I have in years." I yawned.

  "Just sleep," he said. "We'll still be here when you wake up."

  Closing my eyes, I could still hear the clatter of utensils as they ate another round. I thought that I heard them get another round, but I was too tired and drifted off.

  Revealed

  RAVEN

  When I woke up, the three of us were in my bed. I had no idea how we'd gotten there. My robe had been removed. All of us were highlighted by the sunshine outside. I was more of a sex under the covers girl myself, so I tugged the sheet over my bare breasts. The movement woke them up. Orion slid a huge hand up my thigh and put two fingers inside of me. I was slick already. Both of them were erect.

  "Do you guys ever go down?"

  "Not when we're around you," Quinton said. He was behind me and pushed a thumb inside of my back door. It felt strange. Not unpleasant exactly, but I felt uncomfortable, like I'd sat on something.

  "Relax," he whispered in my ear.

  Orion used that moment to push the tip of his cock inside of me. I wasn't expecting it at that moment, but his mouth covered mine and silenced any protests that I could have made. Luckily, I was totally open to what was happening. They cooked me breakfast and then woke me up another time with sex? Count me in.

  Quinton bit my ear and pushed deeper inside of me. Orion pushed further inside of me, too. I was so incredibly full and I knew what was going to happen.

  "Do you want to be ours?" Quinton breathed into my ear. Orion's eyes were tightly shut as he surged in controlled thrusts inside of my body. "Say it."

  "Yes," I screamed as the combined sensations made me fall off of a mountain I wasn't even aware of climbing.

  Quinton eased his dick into my ass. He must have used lube earlier on. I guessed that I couldn't have seen it since he was behind me. The glide would have been scarier if I hadn't been climaxing, but he made it inside of me pretty easily.

  "Mine," they both growled as they bit my shoulders. They bit hard enough to leave marks, but I didn't mind. I liked it. I was shaking between them and they used my body for their own pleasure, pushing and pulling until I felt fountains of warmth inside of me.

  This time, I didn't fall asleep. They eased out of my body. I could feel our combined wetness spilling onto my thighs. Orion picked me up to carry me into the bathroom. They held me up as they washed me. It was lovely to be scrubbed by that. They were firm but it was incredibly sensual to feel their hands rubbing soap all over me. They cleaned themselves up more briskly than they'd washed me, and then we all wrapped up in towels in my bathroom. I was grateful that I normally used two towels and had a lone towel sitting on a random towel rack in the corner.

  "Um, so, what are your plans for today?" I tried to sound cool, but being naked under a towel sort of ruined it. I felt vulnerable and wondered how much time you could spend in bed before it got crazy. I was willing to find out.

  "While we'd love to take you again and again, you have to be sore. Is there anything that you'd like to do?" Quinton came over to kiss the top of my head.

  "I guess just learn more about you." I'd shared my body with them, but how much did I know about them?

  "We'd like to know more about you, Raven," Orion said.

  "I think that you're dodging the question," I retorted.

  There was that look again. It was starting to irritate me that they had some kind of secret that they didn't want to let me in on. We were practically naked together.

  "Spit it out," I snapped.

  Their heads whipped around so fast they should've gotten whiplash.

  "What?" Quinton said.

  "There's something you're keeping from me. You keep dancing around it. Spit it out.” I glared at both of them. “Or we can just finish this thing right now.”

  "We have something to tell you." Quinton cleared his throat. "I don't think you're going to like it."

  "Try me," I said, raising my chin. "I can take anything you can throw at me."

  "We're shifters," Orion said. "I'm an alpha. He's my beta. And you belong to us."

  My hackles rose. "Belong?" I spat. "I don't belong to anybody. I'm not a possession." I had worked too hard for too long to become a possession. I was a woman with an education and a bakery that she was trying to hold together. "I think you two need to leave." I spat fire at them, but they weren't backing down.

  "That's not all," Orion said. "After our claiming bite, we knew that you were pregnant."

  "What are you talking about? I barely know you guys and we used..." Nope. We hadn't used anything.

  Oh no.

  "You're carrying our child," Quinton chimed in.

  "But only one of you..."

  "Our child," Orion echoed. "Both of ours. You have a were-cub inside of you."

  I didn't know what to say. I'd heard that there were werewolves in this area, but I definitely never expected to be banging two of them.

  "Show me," I said. "Show me your shifting."

  Orion began to change. Fur sprouted, teeth lengthened, but only for a moment before he reversed. He shook his head while Quinton said, "Now do you believe us, Raven?"

  "I..." I didn't know what to say. It was unexpected, the idea that the two of them were actually shifters. "I have to think about this." I put a hand over my stomach. I hadn't even missed a period yet and these two were telling me that I had a baby on the way. And to top it off, the baby was a were-cub. "Could you two give me some space?" I asked. "I need some time."

  "Sure," Quinton said, but Orion wasn't as easy-going.

  "You have three days. And then we'll come for you."

  I should have asked them what he meant, but there were already walking out. I watched them get into their car and drive away. I leaned against the doorpost. There was no way to verify what they'd told me. But there was something inside of me that said that what they were saying was true. I had a baby inside of me. I had only one option now.

  Time to get the show on the road.

  Gone

  QUINTON

  THREE DAYS LATER

  "She's not here," I said. I let the screen door close. I had looked forward to being back with my mate, but she wasn't at home.

  "There's a lot of mail," Orion said. "She hasn't been here for a few days."

  A sick feeling filled the pit of my stomach. "She ran." I shook my head. "What should we do?"

  "The only thing we can," Orion said. "Chase her."

  In less than a minute, both of us were in the car and on a journey to find our mate.

  "Where would she even go?" I asked. We didn't know her well enough to predict her actions.

  "I'm not sure, but we should ask the Trackers."

  "Are you sure? They might hurt as much as they help."

  "We have no other way," Orion said. "It's worth the price."

  The Trackers didn't ask for money. They asked for no-holds-barred favors. And they never asked for a cup of sugar. Orion was saying that it was worth being indebted to them. And when the alpha had a debt like that, it had major repercussions downstream.

  "You know best," I said, although my wolf was snarling to get at his mate and protect her from the ruthless Trackers. "Just hope that we find everyone in one piece."

  Followed

  RAVEN

  My fingers were gripping the wheel like it might fall off. There was a black SUV that had followed me on the highway for the last thirty miles. Someone was following me. The man driving the SUV was neither Orion nor Quinton. He was much thinner with red-orange hair.

  I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to end up mutilated inside of a ditch somewhere. If they were right and I was pregnant, the man would be committing a double homicide.

  I didn't want to die today. I kept my car to the right so I could take the next exit. Maybe it was just paranoia making me think that he was following me. He could just be going in the same direction.

  As I changed lanes to get into the exit-only lane, he also changed lanes. No. He really was following me. I was sweating now. I had zero clue what my next move would be. I looked at my phone. I knew it was foolish to text and drive, but at least they'd be able to see that I'd been worried about my would-be murderer.

  If I had one shot, who would I choose? I didn't want to send a message to everyone in my address book. If this turned out to be nothing, I cringed at the thought of everyone knowing what a head-case I was.

  My last text was to Quinton about meeting up. I tapped the top conversation and wrote with my phone in the center of my steering wheel: Being followed.

  I kept it there, keeping my eyes on the road. The text chimed as it came in and I loved the read-out feature in my car.

  Q: Where are you?

  Me: At the intersection of Highway 7990 and County Road PT

  Q: Get to the nearest gas station. I'll get there as soon as I can.

  Something inside of me eased. I didn't know that my shoulders were bunched up until they loosened. The anxiety and fear were still making me feel a little nauseous, though. I pulled into the gas station, which had a lot of traffic for a county road.

  The SUV stayed on the road when I went into the gas station. I could see that the man was on the phone. He hadn't been texting like I had. I had a slight reprieve.

  Within five minutes, Quinton was coming out of a truck and I was running straight into his arms.

  "Oh my...I was so scared," I sobbed, burying my face in his chest. He smelled like warmth and safety. I didn't know how he managed to smell like that, but I could feel it coming off of him in waves.

  "Shh," Quinton said, stroking my hair. "You're okay. False alarm."

  "You don't know that," I said. My knees felt like jelly. "But I'm so glad you came."

  "You were never in any danger," Quinton said, stroking my back now. "We hired him."

  I took a huge step back, pulling myself out of Quinton's arms. "You what?"

  "You ran off," Quinton said. His tone was a little sheepish.

  "To get some space!" I could see a woman at a pump turning in our direction, so I lowered my voice. "I wanted time and space and you hired someone to stalk me?"

  "To find you. He's a private investigator."

  "Go away," I shouted. I couldn't believe I'd called Quinton for backup. "Go away!"

  "Raven," he said in a soothing voice. "You're carrying our baby. Of course we're worried about you."

  "I never asked for this," I said, my eyes squeezed shut like I was 3 again and could make the world disappear by closing my eyes. "I never asked for your baby."

  "But it's what you have," Quinton said. "Orion has been losing his mind, Raven. Come home and let us take care of you."

  I knew that the fragile few moments I'd had with them were some of the best in my whole life. But it was hard to believe that we could be together after their enormous lie of omission.

  "I promise to feed you bacon every day," Quinton wheedled.

  At his words, my stomach growled.

  "That's the baby," Quinton said.

  I loved bacon on a normal day, but I was overwhelmed by the urge to eat any and all meat that I could get my hands on. Preferably rare. I was the kind of girl who liked burnt crispy well-done steak, so there was definitely something going on. Weren't pregnant women supposed to have some kind of meat aversion? I had the opposite. It was like I was turning into a carnivore.

  "I'm going to vomit," I warned Quinton. I turned to the grass and began to upchuck, the spasms shaking my body as I rejected the smoothie that I'd had earlier that day.

  Instead of worshiping the porcelain god alone as I'd been doing for the past day, Quinton was there, holding my hair back as I emptied my stomach.

  "You've been sick?" Quinton said, his tone worried. "You shouldn't be on your own."

  Normally, I was an independent woman. I didn't survive years in the i-banking industry without a thick suit of armor. I wasn't the kind of girl who waited around in a tower for a handsome prince to break the spell and save her. I was more likely to be the one on the stallion.

  But I couldn't deny the appeal of someone taking care of me. My parents were long gone. I only relied on myself. As I let my body sag into Quinton's, something like a purr came into my throat.

  "I need something to get the taste out of my mouth," I said to distract myself from the weird thoughts and sounds coming from my body.

  "I'll get you some Coke to settle your stomach." Quinton helped me sit down, even though there was a pile of vomit next to me. "Just wait here. You're going to be okay."

  I closed my eyes and tried not to breathe the stench of the vomit next to me. It was pink, just like the strawberry smoothie. The baby really didn't like strawberries, it seemed. Thinking about strawberries, I wanted to start throwing up again.

  In two minutes, Quinton was outside with a can of cold Coke. He popped the tab and handed it to me. I carefully sipped it. It felt icy, which was perfect and what I needed.

  "What are we going to do now?" I felt a little better than I did before the Coke. It hit the spot. I had no idea that I had needed it.

  "First, we're going to get a doctor to check you out."

  "No," I protested. "Not necessary. Morning sickness is more like all-day sickness for me."

  "You're carrying our cub," Quinton said. There was a bossy note in his voice that made him sound more like Orion. "Believe me, I'm the easier option. You don't want to argue with Orion about whether you should see a doctor or not."