Addict (Hunter #2)(98)

I am with Marcus and he looks down at the ring he’s recently placed on my finger, and I remember the way she cried as we left the ceremony.

Jacob’s voice intrudes. Hold on. Not much more. He’s almost there.

I flash through a hundred wedding nights, some changes so minute I wouldn’t recognize that they were different if I wasn’t in this place.

Gray tears down the door, attacking Marcus, and I am helpless as they fight. They will kill each other and I will be alone.

Shift.

Trent holds me while I cry, mourning my lost husband. Shift.

My whole body is flush with desire as I look down at my brand new husband. Trent smiles up at me, my Boston boy.

“I love you. Take me you crazy she-wolf. He’s not going to wait forever.” Trent’s massive hands tug on my hips, and I can feel his big cock begin to enter. So good. I’ve waited so long for this night.

A perfect sense of happiness settles on me. There is nothing here but joy between the three of us. We need each other. There is no one else waiting, no other destiny. We’re the right people at the right time.

I need them. My demon and my wolf. The war we averted could come back to haunt us, but I know we’ll be stronger then.

We’ll have children to protect. I’m already carrying him.

“Relax, Kelsey mine.” Gray gently pushes me down.

I know what he’s planning. My men love to get me in between them. I’m convinced they like the feel of their cocks sliding against one another, though they’re far too manly to ever admit it. They claim we’re a perfectly straight ménage, but I have hopes.

I’m having lunch with the queen tomorrow and I intend to ask her how to get my men to play.

My body is pressed against Trent’s. Chest to chest. I look into his eyes, a hint of his wolf there, claiming his mate. Claiming me. His cock fills me, but I can’t be completely full. Not without Gray.

I feel him. The broad head of his cock begins to press inside. So much pressure, but it doesn’t matter. I know the pleasure it will bring. He is relentless.

The scene shifts and it is Marcus beneath me as Gray thrusts his way inside.

“That feels so good, bella. You’re so tight this way.”

I kiss him as Gray begins to thrust in earnest. Marcus presses up and my men go to town. I’m lost in between them. Lost in the pleasure they bring me. Lost in their overwhelming love.

Pleasure crashes over me and I scream out their names.

The scene shifts and I scream as they drag Gray from my arms. So many demons. I don’t know how they fit into the room. I try to hold on to him, but they’re too strong. They can’t take him from me. Not now. Not when we’ve just started our lives together. I watch his eyes as he fulfills his contract and he’s lost to me.

Another shift and I’m weeping in Trent’s arms. I’ve lost them both.

“It’s all right, Kelsey. I’ll take care of you.”

The scene shifts and it seems as though the whole world stops. The room is the same, but I feel a change. Time has shifted as surely as the fates do. I am older. There’s a child bouncing on the bed. A boy with dark hair and my eyes. I yell at him to stop jumping on the bed. It’s a nice hotel. I don’t mention that’s probably the bed he was conceived on.

His sister joins him. Little she-wolf and my demon child. They jump and laugh and I can’t help but give in and join them. When their fathers walk in, they laugh at us, too.

A bright light flashes and I try to hold on. I don’t want to leave this scene. This potential is everything I desire. God, I didn’t even know I wanted it until this moment, until I can feel the love I have for them. My husbands. My children. In this scene, I am complete and happy and everyone I love is whole and alive.

But the scene slips away and I continue on.



I woke on the hard floor, a chill shaking me to reality. My head pounded like someone was taking a hammer to it.

“Are you all right?”

I hated that voice. So very upper-crust and British, and so wrong coming from my brother’s mouth. Placing my palms on the stone floor beneath me, I lifted my head and saw Jamie sitting there, leaning back against the wall of the prison we found ourselves in. “Get out of my brother.”

My brother’s normally brown eyes shone a nasty red. “When my brother is safe and not a moment before. Now be polite and tell me if you’re all right.”

I flipped him off. All right was definitely not a phrase I would use at that moment. My stomach wasn’t resting easy, but I didn’t think I was going to puke.

So many choices. I’d seen so many possibilities, and I had zero idea how to make any of them come true. I’d seen a piece of the tapestry but not the threads that came before or after it.

Even as I sat up, the images were fleeing my brain. I couldn’t hold on to them. They were too fast, too many of them, so I chose one.

Those children jumping on the bed. Little monkeys. I loved them so much.

One memory of something that might or might not be. Not a memory at all really. Just a hope. I’d been happy there. I’d been complete.

“Whatever happened in that place, it’s changed you,” Matthew said quietly. “I can feel something from you I’ve never felt before. It’s as if you finally found what you want.”

For that second, I’d understood what it meant to be more than me. I was part of something, integral but not alone. That was my family.