Tymber Dalton - Triple Dog Dare

Ain whispered in her ear. “It’s okay to hope, love. They might find happiness together. Please don’t be disappointed if they don’t.”

She sadly sighed. “Wouldn’t he have pinged on her as his mate if they were meant to be?”

“Not necessarily. It’s different when a wolf’s mate dies. We mate for life. Sometimes the survivor will go on to find love again even while holding on to the strength of their initial bond in their heart. It’s not unheard of.”

“It’s possible?”

“Very.”

“Okay.” She’d settle for that.

For now, at least.

Elain tried to shoo everyone off to bed so she could clean up, but the others wouldn’t hear of it. Everyone pitched in, and when it was just down to doing a few last dishes in the sink, she finally convinced everyone but her mother to head for their respective rooms.

Carla grabbed a dish towel and started drying. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Elain nodded. “Yeah, just worn out. A lot’s happened.”

“And we still have a wedding to finish putting together.”

Elain groaned. “Holy crap.”

“You didn’t forget?”

“No, I just sort of blanked it out.” She handed her mother another clean glass. “With everything else going on, it slipped out of my mind.”

“You forgot.” Carla smiled. “It’s okay. I’m surprised you’re still sane.”

“Who says I am? Dirty liars.”

Carla laughed. “Snark fully intact. That’s a good sign”

“It’s about the only thing intact at this point.” She finished washing the last glass and handed it to her mom. “And I can’t quit thinking about Mai’s baby.”

“Why?”

Elain stared at her. “ Why ? Seriously?”

“I don’t mean it like that. We’re all concerned, honey. There’s no use worrying when the baby’s not even here yet. They’re going to enjoy their time together before they become parents and have to focus on the baby.”

Elain didn’t have an answer for that. That wasn’t the sum total of her worry. Despite what she’d said to Ain earlier, now that pesky “what if?” bug had entered her own brain.

What if one of their kids had a problem?

Carla studied her. “You can’t worry about something that hasn’t happened yet. Just because Mai’s baby has a problem doesn’t mean yours will.”

That startled Elain. “You sure you’re not part shape-shifter, too? You just read my mind.”

“Honey, there’s not a mom or a mom-to-be or a mom-wannabe who hasn’t had that thought at least once. Any of them who deny they ever did are lying. It’s part of being human. I’m just saying don’t let it eat you up. Especially when it’s not your worry to carry. Love them, love their baby, support them however they need it, and let life play out. You’ve dealt with enough. Enjoy your men and your life.”

“Thanks, Mom.” She headed to the bedroom. Ain had already drifted off to sleep, exhausted from staying up all the previous night with a difficult calving.

Brodey and Cail both looked up at her expectantly with identical grins on their faces.

She smiled. “Give me a sec and I’ll be right there.” She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She undressed, used the toilet, and freshened up.

When she opened the medicine cabinet, she spotted her package of birth control pills. She hadn’t taken her daily dose yet.

She started to push the pill out of the blister pack, then hesitated.

The visions, or whatever they were, that she’d had about being pregnant came back to her.

Despite the wacky past couple of months, one thing she knew for certain—she would spend the rest of her life with her men. Gladly.

She held the package over the garbage can and closed her eyes. No bad feelings, no second thoughts.

Lacey’s admonition to follow her instincts came back to her.

Elain opened her hand and let the package fall into the garbage can.

Part of her soul felt lighter.

She opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled at herself in the mirror. Trust my instincts.

She returned to the bedroom and eagerly crawled into bed between Cail and Brodey. Keeping quiet so as not to wake Ain, she crawled between Brodey’s legs and smiled up at him before swallowing his rigid cock.

He let out a soft moan as his fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her up and down his stiff, engorged shaft.

Cail knelt between her legs and ran his fingers between her pussy lips. She quietly moaned around Brodey’s cock and wiggled her hips at Cail, encouraging him.

He slipped one, then two fingers inside her, drawing another moan out of her. With his other hand he sought and found her clit and rolled it between his thumb and index fingers.

They knew her body so well. Too well, it sometimes felt. Cail quickly had her coming, forcing her to muffle her loud cries by deep-throating Brodey’s cock.

“That’s our good girl,” Cail softly said. He lined the head of his cock up with her pussy, and before she’d even caught her breath from her first orgasm, he was fucking her, hard and fast, ramping her body up to another orgasm.

She sucked harder on Brodey’s cock, wanting to taste him, wanting to feel his balls tighten in her hand as he shot a load deep inside her.

Her mind slipped as it had before. This time, she and Brodey were racing through the woods, shifted, him chasing her. When he caught her, he body slammed her to the ground and before she could escape or shift back to human form, his wolf self was fucking her.

Another orgasm slammed into her, pulling her back to the present and arching her back.

“Yes!” Brodey hissed. He tightened his grip on her head and deeply fucked his cock into her mouth as he exploded. She greedily sucked him down, wanting every drop.

Cail quickly followed suit, his fingers digging into her hips as he held his cock still inside her.

Sated and relieved, she gasped for breath as her body recovered. As Cail crawled up the bed behind her, she glanced over to see Ain was still deeply asleep.

She had to stifle her giggles so as not to wake him as she settled into a comfortable position between the two.

“Good?” Cail whispered in her ear.

“Fantastic,” she whispered back as she pulled his arms tightly around her.

Brodey wore a sleepy grin. “Babe, you are sooo good, you have no idea.”

She closed her eyes, and with her fingers laced through Brodey’s, she fell asleep.

There was still one melancholy chore for Carla, Elain, and Liam to perform. The three of them drove north on I-75 to Tampa. Elain rode in the back while Liam drove and Carla sat in the front seat. The two of them seemed to be getting along very well, something Elain gave silent thanks for.

I won’t hope. I won’t hope.

Elain hadn’t visited the cemetery in over fifteen years, when she’d asked her mom to take her there. She had no conscious memories of Maureen Alexander, something that made her very sad. Both Liam and her mom had obviously loved her very much, although in different ways.

Lost in her own thoughts, Elain paid little attention to their conversation in the front seat. When they pulled into the parking lot at the cemetery and Liam shut the car off, the three of them sat there for a moment in silence. It wasn’t until Elain looked forward and realized they were waiting on her.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Carla smiled kindly at her. “It’s okay, honey.”

Elain offered up what she hoped didn’t look like a halfhearted smile in return. In silence, they all exited the car.

Carla led the way through winding paths toward what appeared to be an older section of the cemetery. When they stopped before the gravestone, Elain wished she’d thought to bring flowers to place on the grave.