Chapter Seven

Delilah had never been so scared in her life. She had a death grip on the steering wheel as she bounced along the trail in the woods following Littlefoot’s truck. Sam’s truck creaked and moaned as it crawled among the trees. She had no idea how the bucket of rust stayed together. But her luck was holding so far. Hopefully, it wouldn’t collapse in a heap before she got to her destination.

Henry never called the night before. She had no idea where he was. As far as she knew, he was dead. She couldn't stomach the idea of being without him. Littlefoot found her over the toilet twice, losing what little she ate that day. That’s what the thought of living without him did to her.

Littlefoot and his nephews kept guard for anything suspicious. Not that Delilah knew the threat coming after her. Henry didn’t leave much of a description other than a couple of guys that sucked the life out of his assistant. Eve stayed up all night, trying to help her get her mind off Henry. They talked. They played games. It didn’t help.

She couldn’t call Sam. He was probably prowling the countryside not knowing their mate was in grave danger. She needed him so bad it hurt, but it wasn’t the need she had before. She wanted him to hold her close, to comfort her, to tell her everything was okay. But most of all, she wanted him to go find Henry with her. She didn’t want to rest until they were all together.

She let a relieved sigh escape as the sun broke through the blanket of branches and the clearing appeared. She barely got the truck turned off when she hopped out and ran across toward the cabins. She stopped dead in her tracks confused. Which one was Sam’s? She couldn’t stop and call his name. Could she?

A hand grabbed hers and dragged her along behind them. She focused on Eve striding in front of her as she fought to find her footing.

“I go left, and you go right. I married brother number two. You are mated to brother number three. Meg is married to brother number four. Remember you are between Meg and me,” Eve instructed.

Delilah nodded. “Got it.”

As they reached the decks of the cabin, Eve let her go. She watched as Eve climbed the deck steps and opened the front door. Eve called out, “Honey, I’m…” then when quiet. Or sort of quiet. By the moans and whimpers, it was pretty obvious Micah was happy to see her.

Delilah ascended the steps and opened the door to step inside. She caught the crimson reds and blacks of the decorations, the small kitchen, and the fireplace as she raced by. Her sole thoughts were of getting Sam and finding Henry. She’d become acquainted with the place later.

Her heart caught in her throat as she stepped in the bedroom. The wave of relief she felt knocked her to the floor. She took a deep breath to calm her stampeding heart and then leaned against the doorframe.

Her men were fast asleep in the bed together. Sam cupped Henry’s head in his hand to cuddle him to his shoulder. Henry’s face was buried in the curve of Sam’s neck. Delilah could only guess Sam was comforting Henry to keep the nightmares away as they slept. It would be a precious sight to behold if the sheet hadn’t been kicked to the foot of the bed. Both men were majestically naked. Sam had his free hand clenched around Henry’s ass. Henry had his fingers wrapped around Sam’s already rigid cock.

Delilah’s blood boiled as she gazed at them. Her worry disappeared. She tugged off her shirt and bra and then shoved her shorts and panties to the floor. Her boys were safe. It was time to go join them.

She kneeled on the foot of the bed and carefully crawled her way up until she was between their sprawled legs.

Henry cracked open an eye. “Morning, beautiful.”

“You scared the shit out of me.”

Henry let go of Sam and squiggled out of his arms enough for her to fit. “I know. I’m sorry. But we need to talk.”

Delilah nestled herself between the two men. She turned on her side toward Henry and left a long, lingering kiss on his mouth. “About what?”

He moaned and licked his lips. “What do you know about the Heka?”

She frowned. “The ancient Egyptian deification of magic?”

“Say the fuck what?”

Delilah gasped and then groaned as Samuel rubbed his erection in the cleft of her ass. He gently grabbed her hips as his strokes picked up pace. She arched back against him and then looked back at Henry. His eyes were wide open, and his hand was wrapped around himself. She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard before he spoke. “Sam.”

“What?” The word was a grunt more than anything else.

“Dee and I were talking.”

“And I woke up with a warm, soft ass snuggled against my cock. What do you expect of me?” Samuel slid a hand down her leg and hooked it under to lift. Once he had her leg high enough, he drove deep inside her.

“I’ve never been so scared in my life. I don’t know what this thing was that possessed me. What if it happens again? Is sex all you think about?”

Delilah felt Sam’s head against hers as it raised to look at Henry. “And fighting. But you’ve never complained before.”

Delilah arched her head back to share several kisses with Samuel. He drove deeper and harder into her like a man possessed. She turned to Henry and smiled. He might have vocally protested about them having sex, but the rest of him was perfectly fine with it. He kneeled on his knees over them, watching them with a glazed-over expression on his face. His fist pumped furiously up and down his erection. He bit his lower lip as he groaned.

She motioned to him. “Come here, Henry.”

He crawled across the bed to her. She took him from his own grip. She ran her tongue up and down the length of him before she enveloped him in her mouth, sucking as she bounced up and down. It was only moments before he threaded his fingers in her auburn curls to guide her. He bucked in time with her motion.

Delilah shivered as she felt the explosion building in her. Two men loving her, touching her, tasting her made her mindless with need. She stared up into Henry’s eyes. She could tell his focus was hazy as he caressed her face and brushed her hair away. Sam clung to her as he plunged deep, his lips devouring whatever flesh they found. She struggled to keep sucking as she peaked, the blaze nearly tearing her in two. She let go of Henry to cry out in sheer pleasure.

“Fuck, Dee. I’m so close,” Henry murmured.

Delilah couldn’t answer. Another wave hit her as Sam buried himself inside her.

“Lay down, Henry,” Samuel demanded with a growl almost not human.

Henry flopped down on his back obediently. Delilah whimpered as Samuel pulled free, leaving her empty. He nudged her toward Henry until she was straddling his hips. She dropped on him and rode him hard. She was beyond thought. Her body moved purely on instinct.

“Fuck, Dee. I’m going to come,” Henry warned.

“Hang on, cowgirl.” Sam slid up between Henry’s legs. “I’m not there yet. Lay down on him, sweetheart.”

She heard him spit a couple times and then felt something warm and damp against her puckered hole. She squeaked when he pressed a finger inside, teasing her. When he replaced his finger with his cock, another orgasm rocked through her. The rush left her seeing stars.

“Oh, bella,” Henry groaned as he bucked. He ran a hand through his hair and then sat up to catch one of Delilah’s nipples in his mouth. He suckled hard before letting it pop free. He reached up past her to touch Sam’s face. “Sam, please go. I need to feel you move. I’m so close.”

Samuel growled as he slammed his hips into Delilah’s ass. She watched them out of the corner of her eye as she tried to match their pace. Sam ran his tongue across the pad of Henry’s thumb and then sucked the digit into his mouth. His thrusts grew nearly violent as he gripped Delilah’s hips. Henry roared as he gripped her ass, throbbing hard inside her. The sight of his head thrown back in pleasure sent another peak through her. It was so incredibly sexy. She dropped her lips to his chest to nip at the dark nubs. He knotted his fingers in her hair as he groaned.

Another hand joined his, clenching her hair to pull her head back. She whimpered in need when Sam slowed his tempo as his whole body stiffened. She gripped tight to his arm to hold him close to her as his rush filled her. He peppered her shoulders and back with kisses as he released.

Samuel pulled free from her and tumbled on the bed next to Henry. She slowly climbed off Henry. The dull ache that radiated through her was worth every second. Sam grabbed hold of her and tugged her down between them. He wrapped a protective arm around her and Henry. She couldn’t be sandwiched between two more majestic men. But something in their mood changed. She watched as Sam stretched across her to kiss Henry. Instead of a deep, passionate kiss to start round two, it was soft, tender, and full of love. Then Sam tilted her chin up and kissed her the same way. No man had ever kissed her that way before in her life. It sent her pulse racing and melted her heart. She bit back the words “I love you” before they tumbled out.

Delilah glanced from Samuel to Henry. “Henry, why did you ask me about the Heka?”

Henry cradled her head to him and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Because the guys I told you were chasing me called me that. Well, they did once I was here and surrounded by werewolves.”

“So out of the blue, they called you ancient Egyptian magic?”

“Henry had been struck by lightning,” Sam interjected. “I’ve never been so scared in my life. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. He flickered from him to the Egyptian and back until it stayed on the Egyptian. Once they were gone, the Egyptian disappeared.”

Delilah frowned. “Do you think it had anything to do with the magic?”

“What magic?” Sam asked.

“Henry could do tricks when we were kids,” she answered.

Samuel glared at Henry. “And you never thought to tell me about this?”

“I didn’t believe it was relevant,” Henry replied. “The story of a tennis trophy falling off the shelf and hitting the bully who was beating the shit out of me didn’t seem like great pillow talk to me. Even if it was all the way back on the shelf against the wall and there were four smaller, lighter trophies in front of it.”

“It’s relevant now.”

Delilah jumped at the sound of a fist pounding on the front door. The men she was sandwiched between startled also. A voice shouted from outside. “Get up, Sleeping Beauty! It’s time to train.”

Sam groaned as he hugged Delilah and Henry tighter for a moment. He climbed out of bed and strode to his dresser. He tugged open the top drawer and rustled through the clothes inside.

“Where are you going?” Henry asked.

Samuel pulled out a pair of fight shorts. Stooping over, he stepped into each leg and pulled them on. “Practice. I have a fight, remember?”

Henry sat up and rubbed his eyes. He reached out to the end table for his glasses. “I should get dressed and head into work.”

“The fuck you are.”

“I have a job, Samuel. I have people who depend on me.”

“And you have two ruthless vampires who will stop at nothing to get their hands on you. Remember your assistant? She won’t be the only one they’ll kill.”

Henry slipped his glasses on his face and looked away. “Yes, I do. If I disappear, they’ll peg her murder on me. I have to go in and figure this out.”

“Then I’m going with you.”

Henry scooted off the bed. He glared at Samuel. “Sorry. No offense, baby, but your bull-in-a-china-shop attitude will make things worse. I’m already dealing with enough adjusting to this new life I didn’t ask for. Besides, don’t you have to get ready to fight some guy?” He stormed off into a room Delilah assumed was the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

“What the ever-loving holy fuck?” Samuel ran a large, powerful hand through his Mohawk. Then he turned to Delilah. “Could you talk some sense into him, please? Explain to him why you are both the safest here with me. He has no idea what the fuck he’s dealing with. These bastards destroyed a strip club. Murdered everyone inside. It was a literal bloodbath.”

Delilah sat up on the mattress and hugged her knees to her chest. “That’s the thing, Sam. I have to go too. I fly out tomorrow for my dig in Egypt. I’ll be gone for at least three weeks.”

Samuel shook his head as he clenched his hands to his hips. “I can’t fucking believe this. You can’t stay away, you know. The pull will bring you right back.”

“I know. Neither of us wants to leave. But we have careers we have to take care of.”

Samuel snorted. “Yeah. Careers more important than me. And I thought Micah got screwed over when he mated with a junkie stripper. Fine. Whatever. I guess I’ll go take care of my own business. See you around.” Samuel grabbed the nearest T-shirt and pulled it over his head before he stormed from the room.

Tears burned Delilah’s eyes as she listened for the front door to slam shut. She shuddered when it did. She crawled out of bed to find her clothes. What did it matter that Sam was angry with them? She wiped away a stray tear that escaped down her cheek. She only knew him for a short while. Most of the time they had sex. Had they ever had an honest conversation? It wasn’t a very long one if they did.

She dressed quickly and then stared at the bathroom door. Henry was angry, and he rarely got angry. How the three of them went from sharing each other’s bodies to door slamming in a matter of moments was beyond her.

Her heart wanted to comfort Henry. But what if what Sam said was true? Was he walking into whatever it was that brought him here? She couldn’t live without him. She stopped and thought hard. She couldn’t live without either man. Feeling alone and confused, she shook her head in defeat and wandered outside.

She tried to ignore the activity going on around her as she made her way back to Samuel’s truck. She stopped short as she stared at it. She’d started to love the old piece of crap. It smelled like him. But it wasn’t hers. She couldn’t take off with it again.

“How’s it going?”

Delilah spun around to find Eve behind her dressed in a nearly midnight-purple tight T-shirt and short denim shorts. Her long, ebony hair was tied up in a ponytail.

Delilah shrugged. Before she could speak, the front door of Samuel’s cabin flew open again. Henry stormed across the camp without looking at anyone. He was dressed for the office. He didn’t search for Delilah before he got in his car and tore down the trail out of the camp.

“He looks sufficiently pissed off. Do you want to talk?” Eve asked.

“Sam’s not happy we’re leaving,” Delilah answered softly.

“He needs to get over it. You’ll be back. The pull demands it. Where’s he off to?” Eve pointed at the gap in the trees where the road was.

“Duluth. He’s going back to work.”

“And you?”

“Egypt.”

“Excuse me?”

Delilah gave a little shrug. “I have a dig. I can’t cancel it. I’ve been working on it for nearly a year. I have a career to think about.”

“You have mates to think about. This isn’t your normal relationship. Your survival is based on those two men.”

“You gave up your career for your mate?”

Eve laughed. “I was a stripper. It wasn’t a hard choice.”

“And you live on his income.”

“Yes. It’s more than enough to get us by. He works. I help out around the family. I fix things. I keep the cars running. All the Hallow brothers create and support game apps for cell phones and tablets. Some Japanese firm hires them to do it.”

Delilah let a half-hearted laugh escape her lips. “Any teenage kid who’s bored can develop an app.”

Eve held out her hand. “Give me your phone.”

Delilah huffed as she dug her hand in her purse to produce her cell. She unlocked the home screen and gave it to Eve. Eve bit her bottom lip as she tapped on the screen a couple of times. She turned the phone back to Delilah. “See the top ten paid games listed? One through six and eight and ten were created and developed by a Hallow. There’s probably twenty or so more that have sold just as well.”

Delilah frowned as she studied the screen. “I saw a commercial for the number one game.”

“That’s Josiah. Number four is my Micah.”

“And this combat one at number two. The promotion for that one was massive. I heard about it in Italy. I almost bought it to see what the hype was about. Who built that one?”

“By my guess, you screamed his name a time or two this morning. And now he’s pissed you’re leaving him.”

Delilah’s mouth gaped open. “They must be far wealthier than they let on. If they’re doing something like this, why live in an old abandoned summer camp?”

Eve scowled. “For one, the Japanese demand their cut. And two, you don’t remember the wolf that stared you down? Up here they’re safe from the rest of the world. And I don’t know about you, but I need my mate to be safe. He’s my entire world.”

Delilah sighed. “I barely know Sam. I don’t know how to feel about him yet. I know he makes my heart ache. I’ve known Henry since I was little. I introduced him to his first girlfriend and his first boyfriend. I’m terrified for him. I feel the same as Sam does. If the vampires try to hurt him again…”

“What vampires?” Eve interrupted.

“The two that came to the library last night. They killed his assistant. I’m afraid they’ll kill him too. But Henry is so fucking stubborn and responsible that he wouldn’t see reason.”

“Did he say anything about what they looked like?”

“No, but Sam saw them too.”

“Huh. I’m going to talk to Sam. Please consider staying. The pull really won’t let you go far.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Eve nodded toward the truck. “Then take it. I’ll cover for you with Sam. Be safe. And if anything happens, call me.”

“I will.”

Eve gave her a smile and spun on her toe. She strode across the camp with determination in her step. Delilah watched her disappear into the long building that housed the gym before she hopped into the truck. She took one last glance at the camp before she fired the truck up and disappeared down the lane.