Trio of Mates
Chapter 63

Xander:

I walk outside with Zak, Brandon, Charlie, and the pack elders. This is it. Our mate will be here in a matter of minutes. My heart feels like it is going to thunder out of my chest and I can’t help but reach out to the hand closest to me. It happens to be Brandon’s, which causes a sudden movement from Charlie and an almost glare from Zak before they see my face. I’m sure I’m as white as a ghost.

Brandon looks into my face and squeezes my hand. “It’s ok, Xander. I know that this is incredibly hard, but it will be ok. The Goddess promised. You will see your mate today and then you will have her forever in two days. We’ll be here for you and you’ll have Dev. You just have to be strong for a little longer.”

I nod, absentmindedly. I didn’t really hear anything Brandon said, but his tone seemed comforting.

Suddenly, I hear cars turning the corner of the drive and the Blue Crescent Pack is in view.

How far away are you? I link Devin. I thought that I’d be able to do this on my own, but now I feel like I’m going to pass out. Maybe he can get here quickly.

We’ve got about another mile to walk. Lucille is still having trouble getting her stamina back after Mother Selene took over her body. We’ve had to stop and rest a few times. Is she there yet?

The cars just pulled around the corner of the drive. They’re almost through the gates. I know that Devin can feel my anxiety and apprehension through our link. Dev, I don’t know if I can do this.

Of course you can, Xan. It’s not like this is life-changing or anything. We’re just going to meet our mate and start a civil war. No biggie. His voice is full of dry humor and I can’t help but laugh out loud. I get weird looks from those around me, but I don’t care. Devin knows exactly what to do to help me relax and get me out of my head.

Thanks, babe. I needed that laugh.

Anything for my Honey Bear. Immediately the mental image of me pouring honey all over his d!ck last night before slowly l!cking it off fills my mind.

Mmmm. I like that nickname. Might have to have a repeat performance tonight.

I’m going to hold you to that. Now, get your head in the game. Our mate must be pulling up now. I’ll be there in 10 minutes max.

I look up to see that Devin is right. Both cars are pulling to a stop and the passengers are preparing to get out of the car. I search the vehicles to get a glimpse of our mate, but there are three women with the pack. I’m not sure which one she is.

They’re here. Hurry. I love you!

I love you, too, Honey Bear! His voice sings through my head and I can’t hold back a smile.

Just then, the car doors open. A breeze wafts their scents to us and I catch the most wonderful scent of lavender and honey. The irony of our mate’s scent does not escape me before I zero in on her beautiful face as it whips towards me.

Suddenly all the anticipation and nervous energy leaves me and all I’m filled with is…her. Her latte colored brown skin is flawless and her curly, black, afro-styled hair waves in the breeze, sending her scent into my nose. Her almond-shaped, chestnut colored eyes widen as they look at me, her full lips making a perfect “o” at her surprise. She takes a step away from the open car door, letting me see her lithe, muscular form. She is shorter than Devin and me, but taller than Charlie, putting her around 5’10”.

Her initial step breaks me from my daze and I whisper, “Mate.”

“Mate,” she confirms, her voice deceptively melodic and soft, a far cry from the emotions I see roiling in her eyes.

I run to her and she meets me in the middle. We crash together, hands wrapping around each other, lips meeting in a passionate k!ss. I pull her close, my hands going to her back and her as-s, and she runs her hands to my hair, fisting them and pulling my body impossibly closer to hers.

There are wolf whistles and cheers around us, but I barely hear them. My senses are filled with her. Her touch, her scent, her taste. I don’t want to let go.

All too soon, we have to break away in order to breathe. I keep her tucked in tight to my body and look into her beautiful eyes. “What’s your name?”

She swallows before answering, her fingers tracing my cheeks, her eyes darting to take in all of my features as if she is trying to memorize me. “Arya. Arya Vegter. Delta of the Blue Crescent Pack. What’s yours?”

“Xander Hawthorne. Delta of the Artemis Pack.”

“Xander.” The way that my name flows off her tongue has me harden against her body. She feels it and blushes, looking at me through her eyelashes. “My Xander.”

“Yes.” I chuckle and rub my knuckle against her cheek.

A loud, booming voice breaks through our moment and I reluctantly look away from our mate.

“Congratulations, Delta.” I look to the man who must be Mathias Blackthorn of the Blue Crescent Pack. He is about my height and muscular, as most weres are. His long dark hair curls around his forehead and ears and his strong jaw has a short beard. His words are kind enough, even his tone appears happy, but his copper eyes tell another story. He seems…angry? Why would an alpha be angry that his Delta found their mate? Unless…unless he wanted her as well.

I barely managed to contain the growl that grows in my chest. It won’t help the situation that is about to explode.

Turning to Zak, Mathias says, “Looks like we have something more to celebrate, other than our packs’ meeting.” He walks towards Zak and holds out his hand.

Just then, I smell pine and sage. I turn to see our other mate walking through the packhouse door, his nostrils flaring and his eyes wide.

Devin:

As I walk through the packhouse, I can smell the most intoxicating scent of lavender and honey floating through, mixed with Xander’s scent of oak, nutmeg, and leather. It’s her. She’s here and with Xander.

“Go, Gamma,” Lucille smiles at me as she sees me scenting the air. “Meredith will help me from here. We’ll be right behind you.”

I gently release Lucille’s hand from my arm and place it on Meredith’s. I smile at her warmly before hurrying out of the house.

I hear the loud voice of a male wolf say, “Looks like we have something more to celebrate, other than our packs’ meeting.”

I figure it is Mathias, but I don’t even spare him a glance as I take in the sight of my two mates holding each other. Seeing the two of them together is the happiest, most er0tic sight of my life. They can’t keep their hands off each other and it’s all I can do not to run to them and l!ck every inch of their bodies like a lollipop.

Xander senses me and turns. She’s here.

She’s perfect.

Her beautiful chestnut brown eyes fall on me and her breathing seems to hitch. She slowly pulls away from Xander, a look of shocked awe on her face. She steps towards me and I run to her arms.

“Mate,” we breathe at the same time.

My eyes roam her face as I hold her to me. Her hands work their way up and down my torso. Sparks litter their way along my body where her hands touch the bare skin of my arms or accidentally lift my shirt as they move along my body.

I lean in tentatively, holding her like fine porcelain. I have never been with a woman, never wanted one. But the feel of her softer body against mine brings out the protective instincts in me. I want to shelter her from the bad things that I know are coming. I want to keep her safe with Xander and me. I never want to let her go.

I also want to know what it would feel like to have her naked and pressed against my body. To have her under me. Or riding me. Or…shit, I’ve got to stop thinking like that. I haven’t even k!ssed her and I’ve already got an er3ction that could drill a hole in concrete.

She answers my tentative lean with a more assertive one and her lips land on mine. She dominates my mouth, all tongue and teeth, and I gr0an into her, holding her as tightly as possible.

When we pull away, stunned silence greets us, particularly from the Blue Crescent Pack. But I pay them no mind. I pull her hand up to mine, k!ssing it, then biting her finger with a playful smirk on my face. “I’m Devin Laoch. Gamma of the Artemis Pack.”

“Arya Vegter,” she says, a lilting accent making her voice like a song. “Delta of the Blue Crescent Pack.” Her eyes darken when I bite her finger and I can smell her arousal in the air.

My gaze turns predatory as my eyes zero in on her lips. I watch with the fascination of a horny 16 year-old as she bites her bottom l*p and press my er3ction into her.

Her eyes widen and her lips move to hover over mine just before I feel Xander wrap his arms around us from behind her. The three of us hiss at the sensation of the sparks flaring when we all touch each other.

Arya pulls Xander and my faces close to hers. Her eyes dance between us and a beautiful smile grows across her face. “Mine.”

“Yes…” Xander breathes out as he bites her earlobe, his hand going into her hair.

“We’re all yours,” I whisper, k!ssing along her jawline.

It’s then that we hear a roar of rage. “WHAT THE F**K IS THIS?”

Immediately, Xander turns, pushing Arya behind him and away from danger. He sinks into a fighting stance, prepared for the danger to our mate. I push her even further behind me with her body closer to my pack and the building. I stand in front of her, my body facing parallel to Xander’s so that I can see danger coming from all sides.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mathias. He’s panting heavily in his anger. His eyes are completely black and his hands have partially shifted. His warriors, still by the car, are in fighting stances, as are our warriors around the perimeter. More wolves begin pouring from the packhouse and run up the drive.

The only ones not in ready stances are Zak, Charlie, and Brandon. But they are facing the Blue Crescent warriors with Zak looking straight at the angry alpha.

Zak’s voice is low and commanding, his alpha aura leaking out. “I would suggest that you shift back, Alpha Mathias, before our meeting becomes a lot less friendly.”