CHAPTER 15
~ Bonding with Nyle ~
When the dream takes the expected terrifying turn, Callie begins shouting at her sleeping mind to wake up. She has had this dream many times over the last ten years and there’s no way under all of the stars in the heavens she wants to relive what comes next.
Her eyes fly open and she stares into the darkness of Kazar and Nyle’s room as she wills her racing heart to slow down. She can feel the reassuring hardness of the two bodies lying on either side of her, one excessively hot and the other quite cool. She can also hear Nyle’s quiet breathing as she savors the enticing scents wafting from both of her men. The delicious aromas tease her senses and awaken her appetites. For a fleeting moment, she creates images in her mind of licking their powerful bodies to see if they taste as good as they smell.
A nearly overwhelming urge to take the blood she needs directly from their bodies fires her libido and makes her hunger rage. Vivid scenes of Nyle’s powerful girth, with his bulging muscles and pristinely pale skin under her hands, tongue, and teeth cause her heartrate to once again speed up. When nearly identical scenes play out in her mind with Kazar’s lithe, finely sculpted musculature covered with velvety, dark tan skin, she nearly moans in pure animal hunger.
She can’t help but smile when that sexual hunger is instantly replaced with an intense craving for a thick roast beef sandwich, topped with melted Swiss cheese and lightly grilled onions. And then she realizes she is also craving massive scoops of butter pecan ice cream topped with hot fudge sauce. Obviously, this craving for food is rooted in actual physical need, because her stomach instantly growls. She suppresses a chuckle and places her hand on her swollen belly.
That is when she realizes Kazar’s hand is lying limply across her ever growing baby bump, instead of lovingly cupping it, his normal posture when they rest together. She had thought that vampires did not sleep, but wonders about that assumption now. And then, her now wide awake mind begins to wonder if she could slip out of the bed without disturbing her mates…
“Bad dream, aingeal mine?” Nyle’s quiet voice fills her ear from the darkness.
“No. Not really. A memory. I often relive the car crash in my dreams,” she whispers back. She smiles into the darkness and confesses. “I’d go back to sleep, like I normally do, but I am insanely hungry.”
Nyle chuckles silently. “Come along then, my wee bird,” he breathes against her ear. “Let us go down to the kitchen and find you and our iníon milis some food.” Hearing Nyle call the baby their sweet daughter fills her heart with joy and the food is nearly forgotten, until her stomach growls again.
“Won’t we wake Kazar?” she whispers back.
“No. He doesn’t sleep. But tonight he is in a very deep meditative state.” Nyle falls silent, and Callie has the distinct impression he wants to say more on the subject, but doesn’t. “Come on, Beautiful. Let’s get you some food.” He slips from the bed so gracefully she doesn’t even feel his departure until he scoops her up into his arms.
When she gasps in surprise, Nyle captures the slight sound with a possessive kiss. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he whispers against her lips when he finally breaks the kiss.
Callie doesn’t reply, she simply rests her head against his shoulder and allows the massive Celtic shifter to carry her soundlessly from the bedroom, down the long hallway and the two flights of stairs. Callie is surprised when they find that the massive public portion of the clubhouse is completely empty. “It’s surprisingly quiet down here,” she says without thinking.
Nyle chuckles. “This is not the norm, believe me. Usually they’d still be partying on the second floor long after the club employees cleaned up the bar here on the bottom floor. But tonight, Blood has almost everyone either guarding the city or the compound.”
“Why?”
“Credible intel of a threat. And before you ask, I don’t know. Blood and Rage informed Kazar and me that our entire focus was to be keeping you safe and content.”
“Wow!” Callie breathes. “Really?”
“Really,” Nyle says as he strides into the giant industrial kitchen, flipping on the lights as he goes. Once he gently settles Callie upon a wide stool at the breakfast bar, he leans down to kiss the tip of her nose before straightening up to grin at her like a naughty boy with a secret. “Finding one’s mate is the best fucking thing that can happen to an Immortal. So, of course, meeting your needs is top priority.”
“And you are sure that I am mate to you and Kazar?”
Nyle chuckles. “Aren’t you?”
That question surprises Callie. After all, she’s human. Humans don’t have soul mates, except in romantic fiction and poetry. But as she mulls over his question, she realizes that yes, she is certain Kazar and Nyle are her future. Her mates. “Yes,” she affirms with a huge grin on her lovely face. “Yes, I am sure, as well.”
“Good girl,” Nyle says before reaching out to give her bare shoulder a squeeze.
That’s when she realizes Nyle is clothed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs and she is wearing nothing but a tiny tank top, of which the hem is bunched above her huge baby bump, and a skimpy pair of cotton bikini panties. She looks down at herself and squeaks, “I should go get a robe or some sweats…”
“Nonsense. I knew before we left our room that everyone is either out or asleep. No one will see you, and if they do, fuck it. The essential bits are covered.” He leans down to brush a chaste kiss across her lips and quips; “You are fucking adorably sexy in nuthin’ but a wife beater and panties.”
Callie blushes and tries to tug the snug top down over her baby bump, but doesn’t comment as Nyle turns to walk over to the massive industrial refrigerator. “Whatcha feel like eatin’, me girl-o?” He laughs heartily when she tells him about her very specific cravings. When he turns from rummaging in the cold storage with the makings for the sandwich of her dreams, she beams happily at him. “We gotcha covered, beautiful mate.” He grins sexily and Callie feels her hormones awaken once again as she fantasizes about kissing the sexy smirk right off of his handsome face.
Nyle inhales deeply and winks knowingly as he begins to peel and slice two large onions. Of course, this blatant reminder that his shifter senses picked up on her instant arousal embarrasses her a bit, but she shrugs it off. She’s not ashamed of her attraction to Nyle and Kazar, even if she doesn’t always know if she can really believe they are equally attracted to her.
Her thoughts drift back to her talk today with her vampire mate. At first, she smiles at the memory of feeling so close to him. But all too soon, her mood turns somber as she recalls the horrors Kazar related from his time in the Nihility. Nyle’s intuitive nature alerts him to the change in Callie’s state of mind, and he makes a fairly accurate guess at the cause. “Don’t fret about Kazar’s meditation. I think…” he pauses to make sure he has her full attention. “…that our mate will be just fine. Soon.” He looks thoughtful as he places the onions in a hot skillet to sauté in a scant amount of butter. “I think his time with you did him a world of good, but it also gave him a great deal to process. Hence, the vampire zombie routine. He needs to reflect and process whatever you two talked about.” Callie can only nod.
She watches as Nyle works quietly and efficiently preparing the meats and cheeses for their sandwiches. She smiles when he pulls out a huge, golden brown loaf of fresh baked bread from one of the many rectangular shaped containers in the pantry. “That bread looks wonderful. Where do they buy it?”
Nyle chuckles and looks at the thick loaf in his massive hands. “We have a ton of talented cooks and bakers around the MC.” He gives the loaf a sniff and grins. “Ah, sourdough. Most likely, this is Susie’s handiwork.” He grins. “That girl has many, many talents. Baking is something she does to unwind when the pressures get to her… among other things.” He muttered that last part under his breath, and Callie wonders if he was referring to Susie’s reportedly wild sexual habits. Everyone acts like Susie has this wild, sexually free spirit, but Callie has yet to see her actually go off with a male. She has seen no sign of the girl actually taking a lover, but what does she know? She instantly decides it’s none of her business.
Instead of wondering about the sexual habits of her new friend, Callie watches as Nyle slices the bread. She is oddly enthralled as she watches his large but elegant hands skillfully butter each slice lightly and then piles on the shaved meats and cheeses before removing the perfectly sautéed onions from the skillet to add to the sandwiches. He then begins to grill the sandwiches in the hot pan. Obviously, this male knows his way around a kitchen. The idea surprises her and she realizes there is much she wants to know about this bold and brazen Celtic shifter.
The pair engages in small talk about Callie’s college days while the sandwiches toast, and then Nyle cuts all three sandwiches diagonally before plating them. He puts two massive sandwiches on one plate along with a mountain of chips, and then plates her thick sandwich before asking if she wants chips. She shakes her head no and asks about his clan in Airendell. That portion of the conversation carries them to the point where all the food is nearly consumed. “Still want that ice cream?” He chuckles when she nods enthusiastically.
Once they are settled with ice cream sundaes in front of them, Nyle looks up to meet her gaze. “I don’t want to sour the mood, but I gotta know…” Callie cocks her head to one side expectantly. “I won’t ask you to repeat anything you discussed with Kazar today, but please, please tell me he finally talked about whatever happened to him while in the Nihility.”
Callie’s gut clenches and she looks down at her hands which have fallen into her lap at Nyle’s question. “Uh… yeah, I guess it wouldn’t be betraying a confidence or anything to tell you that he did open up. We both talked about a few things we’ve been through.”
“Good,” Nyle says evenly and digs into his sundae. When he notices she’s not eating her own treat, he frowns. “Did I fuck up your appetite by reminding you of your talk?”
“No. I mean… No, not really.” She sighs and picks up her spoon. “I’m just worried that I stepped on your toes by pushing Kazar to confide in me.” She jams the spoon into the massive scoop of butter pecan ice cream, swimming in fudge sauce. “I mean, isn’t that your right, as his mate?”
Callie hears metal clatter against the counter top. But before she can look up, Nyle’s massive hand is gently tilting her face up to look into his own. “You. Are. His. Mate. Too.” He grins to lighten the mood of his commanding pronouncement. “No stepping on toes here, baby. I’m just fucking glad he’s finally talking about that shit. I wouldn’t care who he talked to, as long as he begins to open up.”
He cocks his head as though something just occurred to him. “Actually, it makes sense he would be able to talk to you. You’ve been through several traumatic experiences in this life and your past incarnations.” He shrugs. “I’ve always had the blind, dumb luck that the Fates seem to reserve for drunks and fools. I don’t have the experiences under my belt which would allow me to empathize as you can.” He leans across the wide counter and plants a sweet, smacking kiss on her lips. “Now, eat your ice cream before it melts.”
They engage in idle chatter as they enjoy the ice cream and Nyle reluctantly allows Callie to help him clean up his mess in the kitchen. Once that is done, he asks if she is ready to go back to bed. “No. I’m enjoying this one on one time with you too much to go back to sleep.”
Nyle’s smile at her words is bright enough to light up the northern part of the state. That’s when he suggests coffee and indicates the spinning rack filled with those fancy coffee pods for the single cup machine. She eagerly asks for the decaf blond roast. Once the coffee is ready, Nyle leads Callie out into the bar, where they settle in a quiet little corner set up as an informal sitting area, with a love seat, two club chairs and a coffee table in the center. There the pair begin to compare notes about their childhoods. Soon, they are so deeply engaged with each other, the coffee goes cold as it sits forgotten on the coffee table before them.
During the course of their talk, Callie learns that Nyle’s mother, Hertgr, is a Nordic wolf shifter. Nyle inherited her ability to shift much earlier than other Celtic shifters. As a result, he frequently got into a great deal of trouble because he could shift into a wolf by age eight and would easily become bored without wolf peers to play with. She is laughing hysterically at Nyle’s revelation that he was once chased around the village of Airendell by Tyrone, his Celtic shifter father, who was in human form. Upon finally being captured by his irate father, Nyle received a well-deserved strapping on the steps of the public meeting house for sneaking into the smoke house as a wolf, where he promptly set about eating the family out of their winter supply of smoked meat.
They are both laughing as he describes the detailed chase through the shops and the homes of friends and neighbors, but he sobers considerably before saying; “That was one seriously lean winter for my large family,” Nyle’s chuckles fade as he admits with a rueful expression. “I’m afraid I’ve always been the family screw up, and I still am quite lacking in the impulse control department over two hundred years later.”
The vivid reminder in the vast differences between her range of experience and that of her mates leaves Callie feeling a bit… less. But she tries to focus on Nyle’s words and not her petty feelings, still, the persistent sense of inadequacy is nearly overwhelming. “I tend to act first and think later,” he continues as though confessing to a murder. “Unless, it’s an enforcer op, and then I plan that shit out to the last detail.”
His somber expression turns brilliantly content when he meets her gaze and says; “Kazar does a great deal to balance me out. He keeps me on an even keel. Makes me more complete, ya know?” That whiney part of her rises up again to remind her she’s not really needed in this relationship. “Without my mate, I’m afraid I’d still be the wholly selfish and reactionary asshole I was in my youth.”
This innocent comment serves to drive home the point that she is the latecomer to this well-established relationship between Nyle and Kazar. She tries to push the phrase, “pair and a spare” out of her head, but she just can’t let it go. Nyle instantly notices the change in her mood, and leans over to grasp her face in his meaty hands. “What the fuck just happened there?”
Callie knows exactly what he’s talking about. She was so comfortable chatting with Nyle that she had not been guarding against showing her emotions, but she just can’t bring herself to confess her insecurities. She knows he will offer up some meaningless platitudes meant to reassure her that she belongs with them. And she does accept that she is fated to be theirs… yet, she doesn’t feel as though she will ever have equal standing with her mates. Can they wholly be hers? She knows she will always be… less. After all, she’s only a mere human and they have a wonderful relationship going without her coming along and gumming up the works.
“Seriously, Callie. What the fuck did I say to put that kicked dog look on your lovely face? Tell me and I’ll fix it, aingeal mine.” His expression is so earnest, Callie instantly feels guilty for being so selfish and insecure. She opens her mouth to deny anything is wrong, when the proverbial light bulb goes off in Nyle’s mind. “Fuuuuck, baby girl.” He instantly pulls her into his lap to hold her tenderly. “Kazar is the one who knows how to use his fucking words. I’m just the fucking stupid pup who comes charging in willy-nilly to fuck shit up left and right.”
He sighs and kisses the top of her head. “When I called Kazar my mate, well that was just habit. His being my mate doesn’t make him any less your mate. Shit. I’m talking in fucking circles.”
He tilts her face up to search her eyes for a hint of what is going on inside her head. “Ya gotta tell me, the dumb Celtic ass, what’s what, in plain language. I can’t fuckin’ fix my screw up if you don tell me what I did wrong in the first godsdamn place.”
Suddenly, Callie is tired of holding back. “I’m surplus to requirements,” she snaps bluntly. At the confused look on Nyle’s handsome face she elaborates further. “I’m the spare to your pair.” When his expression turns angry, she backpedals a bit. “I mean… uh… you guys have been together a long time. And I’m just a human. I don’t have the centuries of experience you guys have. Heck, I don’t even have a lot of experience with sex…”
“Bear with me, Callie. I’m doing my level best to remain calm and rational here, because what you just said fucking broke my hard assed heart.” He swallows as though genuinely pushing down a soul deep hurt. Callie can see he is losing the fight to control his emotions.
“How the fuck can you call yourself the fucking spare to our pair!?!” Callie jumps at his fervently irate tone. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, obviously trying to calm himself a bit. “Callie, I love Kazar and he loves me. We know we are meant to be together. But we’ve always known the mate bond wasn’t gonna form between us… not just us, anyway. And I got a feeling it’ll never form, not even between the three of us, until you accept your true worth and right to be part of an eternal triad. Human or not, you belong with us. Can’t you see that?” Callie simply stares at him like a deer caught in headlights. Unwilling to give voice to her doubts, and yet desperately wanting his words to be the truth.
Nyle stands up abruptly and glares down at Callie. “I. Fucking. Love. You.” He grins. “Kazar loves you. You love us, I can see it in your eyes anytime you look at either one of us. You just have to get over this bullshit thinking that you are destined to live out your life in the shadows…” He turns away abruptly and growls…not like a human, nope. It’s plain to Callie that his wolf is clambering to come out. Oddly enough, the thought of his inner animal really flips Callie’s switch, and she’s flooded with feelings of arousal, need for Nyle, and a deep desire to lose herself in this man and the man upstairs in their bed.
Yes! Our bed. We are a triad. Three. Meant to be together… eternally. Callie smiles because she recognizes that inner voice. The voice from her childhood and times when she needed someone to take her side. That strong, wise, reassuring voice would offer just what she needed to hear. A voice she has never really questioned… until now. Is it her subconscious or something else?
The bestial growl which rumbles from Nyle is even louder the second time, distracts Callie from her mental gynastics. “Whatever you were just thinking about made your pheromones to go off the charts, Callie. I’m barely able to restrain my beast…”
“Don’t.” She says quietly, simply.
“Don’t what?” Nyle barks after he turns around to confront Callie. “Don’t say things you don’t want to hear? Well, too fuckin ba…”
“Don’t restrain your beast,” Callie says decisively. “If we are truly meant to be mates, then he’s mine just as much as he’s yours. Let me see him. I want to meet your wolf.”
“Callie, I am not going to shift inside the clubhouse. We got rules against that shit…”
“That’s not what I mean,” she licks her lips nervously and Nyle groans when a fresh wave of Callie’s arousal perfumes the air. “I know they said sex might be risky but…”
Without uttering a word, Nyle scoops Callie up and carries her to the nearest bar, where he gently sets her on the highly polished top. The cold surface is jarring on Callie’s bare legs, but it does nothing to cool her ardor. Nyle grasps her ankles to plant her feet on the bar, with her legs wide open and her distended belly exposed. He wedges his thick, powerful body between her open legs and glares into her face. She knows she should feel awkward, vulnerable, exposed – but she doesn’t. She feels wanted. Leaning propped up with her hands planted on the bar behind her and legs splayed open for Nyle, feels… right.
“I’m not gonna fuck you. I won’t risk your health that way, but I want to taste you, Callie.” He shakes his head. “No, I fucking need to taste you.” He roughly rubs a hand over her panty covered sex. “Do you realize that every fucking time you experience a moment of arousal, Kazar and I can smell it?” She shakes her head, but in truth if she had given it any thought, she would have realized that fact. “Well, we fucking do, baby. And speaking for myself, because I am the one with the impulse control issues, it’s all I can do not to strip you bare every single time to devour that sweetness between your legs.” He grins wickedly, and Callie suddenly understands exactly what Little Red Riding Hood must have felt when confronting the wolf in the fairy tale.
“My, what big teeth you have, Grandmother,” Callie whispers with a giggle.
“Huh?” Nyle demands, his confusion obvious.
Callie cannot restrain her laughter as she shifts her weight to one hand and reaches out to caress his bearded face. “Your wolf, Nyle. I asked to see him, and I do. Your eyes are glowing amber and your canines have elongated. I can see your hunger for me.”
“Does that frighten you, Callie? Does the knowledge that I have an animal inside of me who wants me to devour your pussy make you feel afraid?” Callie swallows hard and slowly shakes her head no. “Does the thought of my need to exert control, dominate you as my lover and talk filthy to you as I roughly fuck you, make you feel fear?”
Once again, Callie mutely shakes her head before breathlessly admitting; “Not even one little bit.” Her rising desire for Nyle to carry out his threats cause Callie to smile wickedly and squirm a bit upon the bar top.
Nyle chuckles, but instantly sobers. “Does knowing Kazar’s vampire nature yearns to claim your body and feed upon your blood make you feel less than either of us? Does it make you feel like prey?”
Again, Callie shakes her head. “No,” she asserts in the same breathy voice. “It excites me. You both excite me. Being around you and Kazar has awakened a part of me that I never knew even existed.”
“Good,” Nyle asserts. “That’s the natural connection and the chemistry of the mating pull. We three were made for each other, don’t you see?”
Unwilling to lie, Callie simply gives him a slight nod meant to only acknowledge his words. Her heart yearns for these men, and yet she still isn’t wholly convinced their triangle will ever be truly equal. Despite her deliberately vague response, or perhaps because of it, Nyle realizes she’s still on the fence. “Let me show you, Callie.” She nods and he deftly maneuvers her legs to easily slip her panties from her body and tosses them over his shoulder to lie forgotten on the bar room floor as he repositions her feet on the bar top.
The sight of her glistening pussy with its crown of scant brown curls fuels the hunger in man and beast alike. Nyle reaches out to push the thin material of her top up and over her full breasts. “Fucking beautiful.” He reverently cups her breasts, and hefts the weight of them in his massive hands. The rough skin of his hands feels oddly comforting and most definitely exciting to Callie. Her body responds as it has never before responded to a man touching her breasts. She settles her weight on both arms and arches her back to push her breasts into his hands, wordlessly urging Nyle on. When he gently tweaks both nipples and then suckles each in turn, her moans fill the empty strip club. “Oh. My. Gosh.” She pants. “That’s so good.”
Nyle chuckles and voices his agreement as his mouth moves over her distended belly, planting sweet kisses along the way, to finally zero in on her sopping wet sex. “Your pretty cunt is soaking wet… for me. Just for me.”
Callie has always hated the c-word, but in this moment when her beloved wolf utters that word, it seems the perfect word to describe that throbbing, needy spot nestled at the apex of her thighs. Who knew dirty talk did it for me? Callie thinks fleetingly. But all coherent thought flies right out of her head when Nyle plants adoring kisses upon her mons before reverently parting the puffy lips of her sex to expose her clitoris. She can only moan at the look of pure lust on his face. And when his hot, wet tongue slowly swipes upwards from her seeping channel to skillfully lave the erect little bundle of nerves, Callie nearly climaxes on the spot. Nyle’s chuckle against her flesh makes her shiver in delight from the vibration alone and she can’t help but smile. She never imagined such an intimate moment between a man and a woman could be so hot, and still be fun.
Suddenly, she needs more contact with her mate. Shifting her weight to one hand, Callie reaches down to lovingly stroke her fingers through Nyle’s thick auburn hair. When he focuses on her throbbing clit, her fingers automatically entwine in the silky tresses as she holds his head ever closer to her needy center. “Nyle,” she whispers. “Oh, yes. Nyle.”
When Callie feels a set of familiar lips nuzzle her neck, she moans loudly. “Kazar?” she stutters and turns her head only to meet those imploring lips for a savage kiss. Kazar, normally so sedate and reserved, grasps her face to dominate the kiss. He greedily devours her every moan as their tongues engage in the timeless dance of lovers.
Kazar breaks the kiss and gracefully hikes himself atop the bar to position himself behind Callie. “Lean into me, amica mea. Allow me to hold you as our mate gives you pleasure.” There’s no mistaking his words for anything but the command that they are. Callie gratefully obeys as her arm bearing her weight was beginning to tremble under the onslaught of sensation from her two lovers.
Her head falls back to rest against her vampire’s shoulder when her shifter lover slowly inserts two fingers inside of her slick passage, to curl them gently and tease that secret spot deep inside. Callie momentarily marvels that for two males who have exclusively had sex with only another male for twenty years, they certainly seem to know their way around a woman’s body. While she doesn’t want to contemplate exactly how they gained that expertise, she is glad for it nonetheless.
Kazar’s hands cup her breasts, to give them both a gentle squeeze before his left hand travels down to cup her swollen belly lovingly. In that moment, Callie has no doubt that Kazar is eagerly awaiting the birth of her child. Whatever else might happen in their uncertain relationship, the baby will have a loving guardian in the ancient Egyptian.
But all thoughts of uncertain relationships and the baby’s future fly right out of her head when Nyle abruptly stops sucking on her clit to rise up and kiss her lips. The taste of her own sex on his lips is startling, but certainly not unpleasant. Especially since his very talented hand is still teasing her sweet spot. Callie strives to meet him each time he plunges those talented digits deep inside her body, and she feels as though she is chasing something just out of her reach, and moans her need for more. Kazar’s hands continue to worship her body as he whispers words of love and devotion in her ear. Callie longs to return some of the attention her males are lavishing on her body, but she’s not really in a position to do much more than enjoy their ministrations.
Nyle breaks the kiss to stare into her eyes. His normally vivid blue eyes are glowing bright amber and Callie can see his inner beast just under the surface of his consciousness. She reaches up to lovingly stroke his face, using her thumb to caress his full bottom lip. Her palm makes contact with Nyle’s beard, and were she not so crazed with her own need, she might have been embarrassed over how wet his beard had become from his time with his face between her legs.
“Kiss our mate,” Callie commands and uses her hand to nudge Nyle’s bearded face toward Kazar’s swarthy countenance. The two long time lovers quickly move to obey and Callie is enthralled by the beauty of their connection. “Beautiful,” she breathes adoringly.
Nyle’s piston like fingers are moving faster now, going deeper and driving Callie right up to the edge of the precipice as Kazar’s talented hands caress, tweak, and torment her sensitive breasts. When the climax comes, it is so powerful that it momentarily stuns Callie. Her body goes rigid as every muscle in her body tenses as though she just received a huge electric shock. And then tremors begin and she wails her pleasure at the top of her lungs.
Once the explosive undulations of ecstasy release Callie from their torrid embrace, she practically melts against Kazar’s body, a satiated lump. Every muscle in her body is now languid and loose. The sex magick produced during their erotic encounter goes directly to the unborn child, and she kicks wildly, as though in celebration. Callie’s womb contracts, almost painfully, and she gasps in surprise. Her males, who had been nuzzling her neck on either side as she rode out her orgasm, move to watch her with worried expressions. “I’m fine,” She assures them without even needing to open her eyes to know they are concerned.
She brings a hand up to cup and caress her rock hard belly and purrs; “I think the growing baby enjoys the… energy we created.”
“Well, if the baby didn’t enjoy that little show, we certainly did,” a vaguely familiar voice drawls from the other side of the bar room.
“Mother fucker,” Nyles growls and moves to block Callie from the view of the newcomers. “Jarome, Rambler… what the fuck?”
Kazar thrusts Callie into Nyle’s protective arms and flies across the huge room to loom threateningly over the swarthy skinned enforcer. Jarome, the Griffon shifter, simply shrugs irreverently but Rambler, who had been walking toward the kitchen when Jarome decided to taunt the mates, looks chagrined. “Tell me why you felt it was okay to leer at our female.” The ancient vampire’s tone is deadly and the newcomer realizes he crossed a line. Watching was bad enough, but commenting on it when he knew it would likely embarrass the human female was uncalled for.
Rambler rushes over to grab Jarome’s arm and says; “I told ya to move on, dumbass.”
Jarome shakes off his friend’s hand and moves to confront Kazar. “You guys are the ones who chose to get frisky with your female in a public area of the clubhouse.” He smirks wickedly. “Nothing new for this place. So, Vampire, tell me just how the fuck were we to know you assholes wanted privacy?”
“He’s right,” Callie says quietly as she tries to move out from behind Nyle. The Celt simply growls and continues to block her view of the two newcomers. “Move, Nyle!” she huffs as she tugs her very snug tank top down to cover her breasts. “They’ve already seen me. Let me down so I can go to my room.”
When she gives the massive shifter a shove to move him out of her way, Nyle is surprised by the strength of her move. Reluctantly, he turns and effortlessly lifts her from the bar to put her on her feet. He bends to retrieve her discarded panties and tries to block the view of the newcomers while she slips them back on before striding toward the stairs. “Fuck! Fuck!” Nyle growls as he watches his female leave. “I fucked up.”
“Sorry, brother,” Rambler says quietly before glaring at his friend. “I tried to get Tall, Dark, and Dumber-than-Dirt here to go with me to the kitchen.”
“She’s human,” Kazar snarls. “Human and new to the lifestyle here at the MC. Did you really think offering up a commentary on what you witnessed was a good idea?” Kazar demands of the young Griffon shifter, who simply shrugs.
He turns on his heels, planning to follow after Callie, but stops in his tracks when Rambler speaks up again. “I wouldn’t go after her right now.”
“Why?” Nyle demands from the bar.
“Because not only is she embarrassed, she’s feeling out of place. And she’s stubborn, that one. Trying to force her to see that she belongs with you isn’t the way to go with that one.”
“Are you reading my female’s mind?” Kazar demands.
Rambler chuckles. “Not reading her. She’s broadcasting.” The bearded blond biker looks down at his boots. “She’s coming around, but you have to give her time. Processing her past lives along with all of the changes in her current life and body are a lot for anyone to take in.” He looks from Kazar to Nyle, and they both can see how earnestly he believes what he is saying. “You gotta understand that for her, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she’s part of an Immortal mating triad is confusing.” He smiles wanly. “She’s changing. Her entire life is changing, but she’s clinging to human standards of what’s normal and right.” His smile fades.
“She wants a bit of space. Let her have the space she thinks she needs. Let her spend a few hours sewing.” Rambler smiles gently as though thoughts of Callie are very pleasant to him. Kazar and Nyles both feel their overprotective and territorial instincts rise to the fore. “She thinks of sewing as her therapy.” Rambler turns as though to walk away, but halts. Without turning back to look at his fellow enforcers he says; “A bit of privacy might be helpful. Maybe a safe house away from the MC. This place is weird during normal times, and the things happening to your female right now sure as hell are not normal.” He shakes his head and shrugs. “Just don’t push her too hard. I get the feeling she has a lot more coming at her that she will have to adjust to. I’d hate to see her resist her bond to you two when she will need you to face everything in front of her.” With that dire pronouncement, Rambler strolls from the room.
“He always so fucking cheery?” Nyle asks Jarome with an angry sneer.
“Yeah. And he’s always annoying, but he’s rarely wrong,” Jarome says quietly. After a few tense moments, he grins. “Uh sorry… I should have walked away. We didn’t see much, honestly.” Kazar nods but Nyle still looks like he’d like to tear the young griffon to pieces. “Tell Callie, I’m sorry. I should have known that just because she’s your mate, doesn’t mean she’s into… uh… the way they do things around here.