Chapter Seventeen

                Abbey sat in the room that Tanner had named the ‘crazy-fun-i-love-this-room room’ and watched her son playing with blocks that he had gotten that morning on his trip to town with Marcus.

                Abbey let her thoughts go back to that morning and she felt her body tremble all over again as memories of the way Julian had loved her came flooding back. Abbey had truly never known that making love could be like that. It had always been a painful experience with Joseph and no pleasure had been involved in the act at all… With Julian there had been no pain and the pleasure had been indescribable.

                Abbey had yet to see Marcus but she was nervous. Yes Julian had said the two of them couldn’t get jealous of one another, she just couldn’t see how making love to one wouldn’t make the other feel slighted.

                And she wouldn’t want Marcus to feel slighted… Abbey bit her lip as she remembered their encounter in the barn and felt her body, which had just got done being loved on by Julian mere hours ago, heating with desire. It seemed the DeLuca boys had awoken her inner slut because all she wanted was more of those two men.

                Was she going to accept them and let them bite her?

                Abbey licked her lip and clenched and unclenched her trembling hands….. She couldn’t really see that she had any other choice.

                The thought of leaving Julian and Marcus had panic clawing at her chest. They were hers, her mates, she knew that now. She felt it deep in her soul that she was meant to be with them every day for the rest of her life. The judgments of others still bothered her but she had to learn to let that go and not worry.

                With Julian and Marcus standing beside her, Abbey was sure she’d be able to do just that. Now she only had to find the courage to tell them she wanted to be their mate—though she wasn’t quite ready to be made a werewolf; not yet.

                “Look at my castle, mommy!” Tanner exclaimed.

                Abbey snapped from her thoughts and smiled as she took in the sight of her son and his giant creation of red, yellow, blue and green blocks, “I love it, Tanner.”

                “Now the dragon is going to come knock it down,” Tanner replied sadly and Abbey found herself laughing as he brought a dinosaur swooping through the air and toppled his newly built castle to the ground before having the dinosaur stomp around on the pile of rubble.

                Their fun was interrupted by the kitchen door slamming upstairs. Abbey and Tanner shared a frown, “What was that, mommy?”

                “I don’t know, bub. Why don’t you build another castle and we’ll tear it down together when I come back down?”

                Tanner’s green eyes lit up, “Okay!”

                Abbey unfolded her legs and stood from the small sofa. Honestly she was a bit nervous about going upstairs. In her experience slamming doors were a bad sign but just as this morning she’d been unable to stop herself from going to Julian, she was unable to stop herself from going up those stairs now.

                It sounded as if one of her mates was angry or upset and would need her comfort and she was duty bound, and truly wanted, to offer what comfort she could.

                Abbey went upstairs to the kitchen and found it empty. She glanced out the window and saw Marcus striding back toward the barn where a number of men were cleaning stalls, polishing tackle and doing other busy work.

                Abbey wondered what had upset Marcus enough to make him slam the door. She sighed and was going to head back down to tanner when her name on an envelope on the island in the middle of the room caught her eye.

                She walked to it and picked it up, realizing there was something other than paper inside. Abbey opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper before letting a necklace fall into the palm of her hand. The necklace was a knotted piece of black leather, simple and nothing special in itself. It was the matching pewter wolf figurine pendants hanging from the necklace that caught her attention. They were intricately made and every detail was perfect right down to the fur carved into the metal.

                Abbey felt a tear roll down her cheek. Marcus had gotten this for her?

                She opened up the folded piece of paper and smiled at the messily scrawled letter he had written.

Abbey

I’m not real good at giving people things. I hope you like your gift. Now even during those times that my brother and I can’t be right there with you, we’ll still be close to your heart.

Your wild rogue

Marcus.

                Abbey swiped at the tears on her cheeks and slid the necklace over her neck. The wolf pendants rested perfectly between her breasts. Abbey had never had any man buy her such a gift and it surprised her that Marcus hadn’t wanted to give it to her face to face.

                Abbey wasted no time in sliding into her boots and running out the door. She could hear Marcus’s voice just inside the first barn, the very barn he had pleasured her in just yesterday. She ran to him, his body turned as she neared him and his blue eyes looked more than a little surprised to see her as she jumped up and threw her arms around his neck.

                Marcus circled his arms around her waist and held her there, her feet dangling off the ground, “What’s wrong?” his angry growl seemed to vibrate through her entire body.

                “Nothing,” Abbey replied, her voice muffled against Marcus’s neck. She knew there were other people around, men who worked on the ranch, but she didn’t care.

                “You’re crying,” Marcus accused.

                “I got my gift.” Abbey admitted.

                Marcus’s big hands ran up and down her back and then he was pulling Abbey away and setting her down on her feet. Abbey nearly laughed aloud when he threw a threatening glance to the amused onlookers and they all fled with laughter.

                “Do you like it?” Marcus questioned as he traced the necklace with his knuckle and Abbey trembled when he brushed across her breasts and her nipples instantly hardened.

                Her tongue darted out across her lips as she looked up into his pale blue eyes, “I love it, Marcus. Thank you. “

                “Yep,” he replied awkwardly before placing a kiss to her forehead in a movement so tender for such a large, strong man that it made Abbey’s heart ache.

She laid her finger on his bearded cheek, “Why did you slam the door that way? Why didn’t you come give the necklace to me?”

Marcus shook his head while covering her hand with his own, “I don’t do heart to hearts very well. I figured you’d hear the door and head on up.” He kissed her brow tenderly. “Now get on in the house before you freeze out here. You didn’t even put a damn coat on, foolish woman.”

                “Will you…” Abbey stopped and began to chew at her fingernail as she focused on Marcus’s chest.

                Marcus grumbled under his breath and grabbed her wrist gently, pulling it away from her mouth, “Stop gnawing like a rat,” he scolded. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

                Abbey met his gaze and wondered why she found it hard to ask for things. She supposed it stemmed from her marriage to Joseph. Asking him for anything would have resulted in being yelled at, insulted and more than likely smacked.

                “Will you come to town with me when I pick Audrey up? I’d… I’d like to spend some time with you.” The smile that split Marcus’s face had Abbey feeling very foolish for being so nervous about asking Marcus to come with her.

                “Sure,” he replied. He slid out of his wool coat and placed it over Abbey’s shoulders. “What time are you leaving?”

                She snuggled into the warm flannel that smelled like Marcus. “Two.”

                “That’s an hour and a half from now,” Marcus noted after pulling out his phone and checking the time. “I’ll be ready.”

                “Are you sure?” Abbey glanced outside. “Do you have time? I know you’re busy with work.”

                “I’ll always have time for you.” Marcus assured her. Then he flashed her that big toothy grin of his, “Besides that’s what we pay all these other damn men for. I’ll let them do the work.”

***

                Marcus felt as if he were ten feet tall and bulletproof as he sat in the warming truck and watched Abbey come from the house. She wanted to spend time with him. Hell he didn’t even care if this trip turned sexual (okay so that might be a bit of a stretch of the truth), but really he was just happy that she had been the one to ask for his company.

                Marcus rolled his window down and scented the air checking for any sign of threat. It was habit that had him doing so but Abbey frowned as she got into the passenger side, “Is something wrong?”

                “No,” Marcus assured her, rolling his window up quickly to block out the cold. “Where’s Tanner?”

                “He wanted to stay with Julian,” Abbey smiled. “They’re going to make us all dinner.”

                “Good,” Marcus stomach growled. “I’m hungry.”

                “You’re always hungry,” Abbey laughed.

                Flashes of what Marcus was truly hungry for flashed through his mind. Abbey naked and sprawled out on his bed begging him to make her come. Abbey  bent over his bed while he took her from behind and she threw her head back in ecstasy. He hungered to have her sweating, panting and clawing at him. He wanted to see her eyes wild with uncontrollable passion and her lips red and swollen from his kisses…………

                “Goddammit,” Marcus growled as he threw the truck in gear.

                “What?” Abbey questioned cautiously. “I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

                “I’m not angry at you,” Marcus promised, forcing himself to calm down and ignore the throbbing in his pants. This woman was killing him.

                And then it happened. In the quiet of the truck cab as they rode alone the empty back road Marcus nearly crashed them into a snow bank when Abbey’s hand was suddenly on his neglected and aching cock.

                Instantly his blue eyes went to her and he saw that she was red-faced, seeming embarrassed but also determined as she bit her lip and focused on her hand which was now stroking him through the fabric of his denim pants.

                “What are you doing?” he managed to ground out between his tight jaws. His grip on the steering wheel was nearly painful and he forced himself to loosen it before he broke the damn thing off.

                “I.. I owe you don’t I?” Abbey questioned and Marcus would swear that she was teasing him. Was this a side of Abbey that she’d kept hidden from them all, possibly even from herself her entire life, that was finally coming to life. A feisty, teasing little sex kitten?? God he hoped so!

                “As much as I want you to continue what you’re doing, Abbey, I don’t want you doing it just because you feel like you owe it to me…”

                “I want to take care of you, Marcus,” Abbey met his gaze and he could see that she meant it. “I want to know if I can satisfy you this way.. I’ve never…. I want to learn…”

                Marcus swallowed hard and tipped his head, “Yes, ma’am. Consider class to be in session.”

                Abbey’s cheeks reddened further and the little half grin she gave him nearly had his coming right then and there, “I can’t believe I’m doing this…”

                “I can’t believe you’re doing either, sweetheart, but don’t even fuckin’ think about stopping now,” Marcus growled. He took one hand off the wheel and unsnapped his pants. It took a few moments of maneuvering but Marcus freed himself from his pants and Abbey stared at him with wide eyes.

                “What should I do?” Abbey whispered.

                Marcus took her wrist in his hand, being as gentle as he could with the desire raging in his blood and laid her palm against the proof of just how badly he was wanting her. “Stroke it, Abbey.”

                Marcus wasn’t sure how he managed to keep the truck on the road as Abbey’s tiny hand wrapped around him and began stroking. Anytime he looked at her face he was struck with just how innocent she really was. She was focused entirely on what she was doing and biting on her tongue as she did so.

                Abbey took Marcus higher and higher right there in the cab of the truck. Never before had Marcus been a man who could find his relief from a hand job alone but he knew that Abbey was going to cause him to do just that.

                Marcus pulled her hand away and unclicked her seatbelt. She looked at him with passion darkened eyes, “What is it?”

                “I want more.”

                Abbey nodded and began to undo her own jeans. Marcus stopped her, “No. I won’t have our first time be inside a cramped truck cab,” he growled. Marcus let his gaze go to her full lips. They glistened as she ran her tongue across them. “Take me in your mouth, Abbey.”

***

                Abbey stared at Marcus with surprise. Her mouth? She’d only done that once before in her life and it had been a long time ago and Joseph had laughed at what he called her pathetic attempts to get him off.

                “Dammit, Abbey, give me your fuckin’ mouth,” Marcus urged, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

                Abbey felt her own passion rising when she heard the need in his gruff voice. Abbey had never truly known power. She had never had power with her overbearing parents and certainly never had power with her abusive husband. But with these brother’s she was learning that power was something she did possess.

                She had a seven foot tall, well-muscled, deadly killing machine of a werewolf begging for her…. That was something that made a woman feel powerful.

                Abbey forgot all about the fact that she wasn’t any good at loving a man with her mouth and she got on her knees in the truck seat. She heard Marcus growl as she bent over his lap and the big man swatted her on the ass (which was sticking in the air), causing a mixture of pain and pleasure to course through her.

                Abbey studied his cock, so big, thick and long. How was that supposed to fit in her mouth? She might be able to pull it off if she were a porn star but she was only Abbey. Abused housewife, mother of two……and mate to two incredibly sexy werewolves. Yep that was the Abbey she needed to call on just now.

                She gripped the base of his cock and tilted her head before running her tongue quickly over the tip. The roar of expletives that left Marcus’s mouth as he buried his hand in her hair sent a jolt through Abbey’s body.

                “More, Abbey,” Marcus moaned.

                Abbey was aware that the truck had stopped. Marcus had one hand in her hair and one hand on her ass gripping her tightly.

                Abbey took as much of him in her mouth as she could and alternated between moving up and down and swirling her tongue around the tip.

                She kept one hand around his base to keep him from choking her and pumped it as well. Marcus’s hips began to thrust into her, his grip on her ass tightened and the hand in her hair pushed her further and further onto his cock.

                “God, yes, Abbey!” he gruffly exclaimed. Abbey knew he was about to come. She could feel the tightening of him in her mouth. She should pull away but she wasn’t going to.

                “Fuck!” Marcus yelled and Abbey closed her eyes as he found his release and she drank him down greedily just as he had done for her in the barn.

                Abbey pulled away from Marcus then and got back in her own seat. She pulled her buckle across her chest, clicked it in place and then glanced at Marcus. He was sitting there, staring out the windshield, his hands tight on the steering wheel and his face blank.

                “Are you okay?” Abbey whispered, feeling awkward as she shifted in her seat.

                “Yeah…” Marcus cleared his throat. “You’re good at that.”

                Abbey blushed and couldn’t stop herself from smiling, “I am?”

                Instead of responding right away, Marcus fixed himself in his pants and threw the truck in gear, “Sweetheart, you know damn well you are.”

                Abbey just smiled a bit more proudly as she glanced out the window. How wrong the man was. She’d had no idea that she was good at doing that. Now that she did know however she was eager to do it again.

***       

                As Marcus and Abbey fell into easy conversation about the pups Marcus was still trying to cool the heat in his blood.

                Yes, Abbey had given him one hell of a release but it hadn’t been enough. He had to have her body and he had to have it soon or he was going to self-combust. Again he wondered if that woman knew just what she did to him.

                There was one thing he was going to make a mental note of and keep in mind. His mate seemed to really like necklaces and giving her necklaces led to one hell of a good time.

                Yep, the tiny jewelry store in town was about to start getting a lot more business.