Chapter 4
Brin watched Angel eat the breakfast he’d prepared, and he was so proud that she enjoyed what he’d made. He couldn’t believe how fast their lives had all changed. One minute he’d been planning to make breakfast for himself and his brothers, and the next his beast had started going crazy. He’d headed outside with Quill, curious what was driving the hyena nuts, and spotted Angel immediately. Long, blonde hair like gold glowed in the morning sunlight. She wore shorts that showed off her shapely legs, and a tank that highlighted her curves. They’d both growled at the same time when their beasts recognized her for what she was – their truemate. One touch of her silky skin, one press of his lips to her throat, and Brin had been utterly lost. It didn’t matter that she was human; it only mattered that she was theirs. When Ian joined them, Brin had felt their connection as truemates snap into place.
Angel finished eating the simple meal he’d made, then followed him to the sink and offered to help with the dishes.
“I’m the caretaker, it’s my job to take care.”
She looked up at him and tilted her head. “All the time?”
“When it concerns you, definitely.”
Her brow furrowed. He turned off the water and dried off his hands. “What’s wrong?”
“How can you be sure?”
Brin glanced at Quill and Ian, who both stood and joined them. “Sure about what?” Quill asked.
“That we’re mates.”
Brin cupped her face, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. “It was instantaneous. Nothing has ever felt more right to me than being with you.”
Quill slipped his arms around her waist. “Sweet Angel.”
Ian said, “You’re ours. Before you showed up outside, I felt entirely adrift. Now I feel anchored, and that’s all you. Only truemates connect to each other so fast. Could you walk away from us? Honestly?”
She let out a shaky breath. “No.”
Ian smiled. “Good. I wouldn’t let you go, anyway.”
Brin kissed her, swiping his tongue into her mouth and savoring her sweet taste. “Want you,” he whispered against her lips. “So fucking badly.”
Her eyes opened slowly, the dark blue swirling with emotion. Part of him wanted to tell her they could take their time and get to know each other, but he could hardly hear that part over the howling hyena. He wanted all of her. Right now.
Quill pushed his hands down the front of her body slowly, stopping at the waistband of her shorts, unfastening the button and lowering the zipper.
Brin asked, “Do you want us, Angel?”
Her shorts slid down her legs, and she inhaled sharply. “To mate with me?”
Quill glanced at Brin and then Ian. “There’s a mating ceremony that has to be performed before we can mate you properly, sweetheart, but we’d love to make love to you right now. Unless you want to wait.”
Ian let out a soft growl. “The scent of your arousal is driving us crazy.”
“Stay here with us,” Quill murmured.
She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment and then leaned back against Quill. “Yes.”
“Yes?” Quill demanded, lifting her shirt to bare her stomach.
“Yes to everything.”
Brin helped her off with her shirt and tossed it behind him. He shed his own shirt and dropped to his knees, lending a hand with her hiking boots, socks, and shorts. Then he gazed up the length of her body, watching as Quill’s fingers splayed across her belly.
Ian stood at her side and lowered her bra strap until her breast was free, the sweet globe tipped with a tight nipple.
“Mine,” Brin said, his hyena howling in agreement.
Angel breathed out the word yes, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
* * *
Angel thought she would combust. Brin – one of the three sexiest guys she’d ever met – was on his knees before her, looking like he’d been given the best gift of his life. She was hot and achy; Ian’s light teasing to her nipple, and Quill’s little nips on her neck, not to mention the way his hot hands felt like brands on her skin, didn’t ease her desire one bit.
“You’re mine, too,” Quill said, whispering the words into her ear.
“And mine,” Ian said, pulling her other strap down until both her breasts were free.
Brin tugged her panties slowly down her legs, baring her to his hungry gaze. Quill’s hands were on her stomach, holding her against his chest as Ian plucked her nipples and cupped her breasts.
She looked at Ian. She saw lust and desire in his eyes, but deeper than that was the connection she felt between them. A first spark of love. It was strange to feel so at ease with men who had been strangers to her just an hour earlier, but she wouldn’t deny that she felt something for them.
“I’m yours, Ian, and you’re mine.” Emboldened by the words, she looked back at Quill and said, “You’re mine, too.”
“Damn straight,” Quill said.
Brin’s mouth brushed across her lower abdomen, and she exhaled as he wrapped his hands around her thighs. Quill’s lips crashed to hers as a growl rumbled in his chest. He cupped her breasts, his fingers and thumbs rubbing her nipples and holding her close as Brin kissed down her stomach to the top of her pussy.
He spread her pussy open with one hand and licked her clit slowly, circling and flicking the nub as he slid a finger into her. She arched her back and pulled away from Quill’s drugging kiss as Brin leisurely fingered her. He pulsed into her and rubbed her clit, licking and sucking as he drove her to pleasure.
Ian tilted her face until she was looking at him. He kissed her, sucking on her tongue as Quill cupped her breasts and nibbled her neck. Brin began to pick up his pace, his fingers and tongue making pleasure sing through her. Her toes curled a heartbeat before she came, Ian eating her moan of pleasure as Brin slowed his touch and brought her down from the heavens. She really did feel like an angel right then, as if she’d been floating through the clouds instead of standing in a kitchen.
This was her heaven. A camper in the middle of the woods, and three sexy hyena shifters with their hands and mouths on her at the same time. She knew where she belonged now, and it was here.
* * *
Quill unhooked her bra and tugged it free of her body, then turned her to him and cupped her face. Her blue eyes had gotten darker and brighter, like sapphires lit with fire from within. She was stunning from head to toe, and the sweet scent of her climax was far more addictive than he’d thought possible.
She panted for her breath, her lips swollen from kissing and her cheeks flushed.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew herself close, rubbing her lower body against his still-clothed one.
“Ah,” she gasped, pulling away from his lips. Her head fell back against Ian’s shoulder, and Quill watched as his brother’s hands slid down her stomach slowly. “I don’t want to stop.”
Ian glanced at Quill with a grin. “We don’t either.”
Quill tugged her fingers free and kissed her knuckles. He pulled her with him as he walked backward to the largest of the two bedrooms. Although not nearly big enough for four people to sleep in, it was the best they could offer for now. He wished they had a beautiful home to take her to, but he also knew that if they hadn’t been camping here, they might never have met her.
The queen bed took up nearly the entire room, with a walkway cleared at the bottom and one side. She grasped his waistband and undid the button and zipper of his jeans. He shoved them down and then sat on the bed, beckoning her with his finger.
She paused in the doorway with Brin and Ian behind her. “Are you going to bite me?”
Ian slipped his hand over her shoulder and squeezed gently. “Not until the ceremony. Then we’ll all give you our marks.”
She nodded. “I’m on the pill.”
“Do you want us to wear condoms?” Brin asked.
“No. I don’t want there to be anything between us. I might be human, but there’s a part of me that’s…dying for us to have sex.”
Ian chuckled. “No dying today.”
Quill held out his hand to her and she joined him. She put one knee on the bed and swung her other leg over, then kissed him. It was the sort of kiss that made time feel like it was standing still. Slow. Deep. Planting her hands on his chest, she ended the kiss and pushed him until he was flat on his back. Then she straightened, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Ian and Brin joined them on either side. The three males watched as she grasped Quill’s cock and lowered herself slowly onto it. Angel was a tight, hot heaven, and his eyes nearly crossed from how good she felt.
Quill grasped her hips and lifted and lowered her slowly. Her hips flexed, taking him deep with each stroke. Brin cupped her breast and sucked on her nipple. Angel moaned, moving her hips faster as Brin sucked her deeply, his cheeks hollowing.
Ian touched her clit, rubbing in circles with his index finger.
She groaned and wrapped her arms around both Brin’s and Ian’s necks, kissing Ian as she moved wildly on Quill. He closed his eyes, not wanting to come before she did, but he knew he was fast losing the battle. She felt too amazing. Her pussy started to clutch his cock rhythmically. He growled as he squeezed her hips and started moving her faster.
She threw her head back and screamed, her whole body shuddering as she came. Quill wouldn’t have been able to stop from coming for anything, following her swiftly into bliss. He’d never come so hard in his life, his vision blurring and his beast growling in pleasure.
She slumped on top of him with an exhaled sigh. Brin and Ian rested their hands on her back; both of them wore big smiles.
“Sweetheart?” Quill said, brushing her hair from her face and kissing her forehead.
“That was so good I almost passed out.”
“It was amazing for me, too,” he said.
Rising up, she kissed him, then reached for Ian. “I’m ready for round two.”
“Whatever you want, love,” Ian said.
* * *
Ian knew he was grinning. He couldn’t help it, even if his cheeks ached something fierce. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d ever been happier than he was at that moment. Angel was lying between him and Quill, while Brin was in the kitchen getting drinks for everyone. Her eyes were bright with passion, her body flushed, and the scent of their combined arousal saturated the air.
She rested her hand on his shoulder, her thumb brushing his collarbone as she stared dreamily up at them. He laid his hand on her stomach and forced his brain to stop thinking about taking her again. She was by far the most willing female he’d ever been with, but it was also different with her. She wasn’t a fight groupie looking to be with the winner, or a hyena female who just wanted to be with a clan… Angel wanted all three of them, and not just for one night, or a few nights, but for every night forever. He’d long wanted to find their shared mate, but he hadn’t known how strongly he’d feel about her so quickly. They’d been making love all day, talking in between and getting to know her. She was sweet and funny, and perfect for them.
“I’m going to fall asleep,” she said, her eyes closing and opening slowly, as if to punctuate her words.
“Is that such a bad thing?” Ian asked.
“No. But I should let Brierley know I won’t be home, or she’ll worry.”
Angel considered the young owl to be part of her family, which meant she was now part of their family, too.
Brin walked into the room carrying several bottles of water and Angel’s phone. “I thought you might need this,” he said as he climbed onto the bed and handed it to her. The phone had a glittery purple case with a butterfly on it, which matched the small tattoo on her right hip.
“I think you’re psychic,” she said as she took the phone.
Ian slid his fingers to the tattoo, and she giggled and pushed his hand away. He liked that she was ticklish on her hips, because she sounded so happy when she laughed.
She called Brierley, who answered quickly. “I won’t be home tonight,” she said.
Because they had excellent hearing thanks to their shifter genes, they could hear the conversation.
“What’s going on?” Brierley asked, her voice ringing with concern.
“I found my mates.” Angel smiled at Ian and his brothers.
“Um, where?”
“In the woods, just outside of the campground.”
“You said mates. Are they shifters?”
“Yes, hyenas.”
Brierley squealed loudly and Angel pulled the phone from her ear with a grimace. She whispered, “She’s happy.”
“I guess so,” Brin said.
Angel said, “I’ll bring them home tomorrow.”
“Yay! I’ll let Ally and the guys know. They’ll be so happy.”
“I’m happy too.”
“I told you that you’d be with hyenas.”
“I know. See you tomorrow, B.”
“You bet. Tell your mates that I said hello. Bye!”
“Bye,” Angel said, and ended the call.
Ian took the phone from her and Brin handed her a bottle of water, which she opened and drained half of before she propped herself up on a pillow. Ian rested his head on his upturned hand, trying to ignore how close her lovely breast was to his mouth. Their mate was human – they’d each made love to her, and she’d a lot of climaxes, and he knew that she needed time to rest and recuperate.
Quill cleared his throat. “Obviously we’ll stay here tonight, but we need to figure out what our permanent living situation is going to be.”
Ian’s mind flipped to his bank account, flush with money from the fights. He hadn’t even talked to his brothers about his fighting, let alone Angel. It wasn’t exactly something he wanted to just blurt out and deal with. Tabling it for the moment, he leaned over and kissed her.
“What do you want?” he asked.
She inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh. “I don’t know. I just want us to be together.”
“We are,” Brin said.
“I mean where we live. It’s one of those weird situations that both matters and doesn’t matter at the same time. I don’t really have a place of my own. Brierley and I share a cabin in the campground, but it’s part of our salary for working there. If I had my own place I would invite you to stay there in a heartbeat, but it’s not up to me.”
“Are you happy working there?” Quill asked.
She smiled. “Yeah. I always kind of felt like an outsider with the pack. It’s different with the hyenas. Plus, there’s Brierley.”
“We want you to be happy,” Brin said.
“I am. Trust me.”
Their conversation turned to the possibilities for living arrangements, and Ian decided to talk to his brothers privately about the money he had saved. It was pretty amazing that he’d been doing something for the last few weeks that would end up helping them start their new life together. They could put the camper in storage and get a house in town, and then they could mate Angel properly and marry her so she had their last name, too.
As far as the fighting went, Ian was done. Although he was one of the best fighters, he didn’t want to put himself at risk anymore. Not with their mate to be watched over. He’d skip the fights that night and send a message to Wallace in the morning. He had far better things to do with his nights now than throw punches.
Angel was everything to him. Her happiness and safety were paramount, and the worry and guilt that had plagued him since their father’s death was ebbing as his beast let him know that yes, in fact, they could keep her safe. And they would do so at any cost. Being a clan with a mate meant that he had to watch over all of them, and he knew there was no one better than him for the job.