Fated Redemption [Kindred of Arkadia 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

“Moe!” He screamed and came harder than he had ever come in his life. Jets of semen erupted from his

cock and shot down his mate’s eager throat. Slowly Moe pulled off of Rhys and eased him down the wall.

Standing was beyond him. Just as his knees gave out Moe was there to lift him gently and hold him

close. He was spent. Mentally, emotionally, physically, sexually. Tears of regret for not being the mate his

man needed mingled with the tears borne from the shame of his actions, and dripped down his face. He was

unable to do more than just lay in his arms as Moe walked back up the stairs.

“I can suck cock, huh?” The outlandish question had Rhys struggling to sit up and turning in Moe’s

arms to look at his mate. Moe was grinning down at him. Rhys felt his mouth drop.

“I can’t believe you. I just totally lost it down there and that’s all you can say?” he demanded.

Moe stopped, thought about it for a second, and then with a megawatt smile said, “I love you.” Rhys’s

heart stopped. It was too much. Tonight had been too much. He sobbed into the broad chest of his mate

uncontrollably.

“Shush, baby, I have you. And I’m never letting you go.”

Rhys was beyond speech. He felt Moe gently place him on their bed and strip off his blood-soaked

clothes. Minutes later a warm wash cloth caressed his skin in soft circles. When he was clean Moe joined

him in their bed, spooning up behind him, holding him close.

“I love you too,” Rhys whispered, clutching Moe’s arm to his body tightly, afraid that if he let go he

would lose this godlike man.

“Just keep loving me. All I need is you.” He felt Moe’s warm breath on the back of his neck. He nodded

before curling up and letting sleep take him.

* * * *

Rhys kept smiling shyly over at his mate the next day at breakfast. They held hands under the table at

the diner. Moe looked like the cat that ate the canary. Moe had woken up extra early to clean up the kitchen

so Peyton wouldn’t freak out when he went down for his morning tea.

He really didn’t deserve this man. He yawned and sat up straighter, stretching his back.

“Thanks for watching Aidhan, Ma. Becca really needed the break,” Aleks said, kissing the top of his

son’s head.

“Oh my god, yes. Thank you, Ma!” Sebastian echoed. Ashby nodded.

Rhys smiled at the men. They looked exhausted.

“I had seven boys. Handling these three angels will be no trouble.” Ma bounced Aidhan on her hip and

tickled Lucian.

“We are totally going to have some guy time, right?” Ashby asked Nic and Sebastian. They nodded.

“Yeah, we’re going to down some drinks, watch the ole boob tube and eat like pigs,” Nic said in a gruff

voice.

“You mean you’re going to drink some of Gabriel’s best wine, watch reruns of
Highlander
and eat

cheesecake?” Felix asked.

Ashby giggled. “Yup.”

“Wish I could join you but I have an appointment with my mate’s cock,” Felix said urbanely.

“Felix, geez!” Sebastian slapped his friend’s shoulder.

“Just saying.” Felix shrugged. Maddox shook his head and sipped his coffee.

“Okay I don’t want to jinx us, but do you guys feel that?” Nic asked, rubbing his chest.

“No. I am ignoring it. I want my cheesecake!” Sebastian pouted.

“Is it Rebecca?” Aleks asked, reaching for his cell phone. He quickly dialed home.

“Hey, baby, you okay?”

“I feel okay, except a little funny, okay a lot funny, but then I’m kinda funny you know, haha.”

Rebecca’s ramble was strange even for her.

“Becca?”

“So did you know I can see sounds? They are like swimming itty bitty dots in my eyeballs. Some are

green. I like the blue ones.”

“Is she fucking high?” Rian asked, his eyes wide.

“I feel sad.” Ashby rubbed his eyes.

“Baby, are you sad?” Aleks demanded, clutching his cell phone.

“I’m not, but my chest is. Well, not the parts you licked earlier this morning, you know when you

wrapped your tongue around…”

“Becca!” Aleks blushed to his hairline.

“Well if you’re not talking about the happy outside parts, then yes it’s like my inside heart is sad. Cool,

the green ones are whispering to me.”

“What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with her?” Felix looked concerned.

Nic’s phone rang. He looked down and answered immediately.

“Yeah Kate, we know something is wrong with Becca,” he said immediately.

“I am a horrible mother! Oh my god why did I think I could do this? I can’t do this! I can’t! There’s

four of them. Someone is always hungry or wet or crying. I don’t have enough time to cuddle them all! I’m

not enough for my babies!” Kate’s frantic voice worked its way up in octaves.

“You are an amazing mother. It’s okay, Katie Bell,” Nic crooned into his phone.

“I don’t like the red ones! Fuck off,
red
!” Becca screamed.

Aleks gripped his gun.

“That’s it. Becca, what in the hell is going on over there?”

“Since my human body can’t even feed my own baby, I realized I could have coffee again. I made

myself a pot this morning.”

Aleks visibly relaxed.

“Thank god it’s just coffee.”

“Aleks,” Connor called from behind the counter.

“Becca, honey, why don’t you get some rest like we talked about?”

“No, I want more coffee-e-e-e-e.”

“Aleks!” Connor yelled slamming his hands on the counter.

Aleks covered up the mouthpiece of his phone with his hand.

“What!”

“Did you guys buy a coffee pot?” Connor asked, looking worried.

“No, we only have that thing you bought her for her birthday,” Aleks said and Connor’s face turned

from a sick panicked look to one of terror.

“Aleks, I bought her an espresso machine, it doesn’t make pots of coffee! How many espressos has she

had?”

Aleks looked down at his phone as if it were a live snake.

“I should just die!” Kate sobbed into the phone. In the background they could hear Bran and Caleb

trying to calm her down.

“Stay the fuck away. Your penises did this. We’re never having sex again!” Kate screeched. Caleb and

Bran were now frantically trying to soothe their mate.

“Becca, go upstairs and lie down, I’ll be there soon,” Aleks said as if he were talking to a ledge jumper.

“No way! I have to defeat the Red ones. Die! Red! Die!” There was a pause.

“But if you’re coming home, can you stop and get me some cookies? Love you bye bye!” she said

sweetly, which added a whole dimension of scary to her color induced death rant. Then the line went dead.

Kate had just dissolved into sobs, and Nic was sobbing right along with her.

Felix looked at Maddox, they sighed. Not saying a word they both stood and each placed a balled-up fist

on their palms.

“One, two, three.” Maddox threw paper and Felix threw rock.

“Thank goodness. You get to deal with Rebecca.” Maddox let out a relieved sigh.

“I’ll trade you for a blow job,” Felix offered.

“It’s Rebecca.”

“Two blow jobs.” Felix held up two fingers.

“It’s an over-caffeinated Rebecca, who is hallucinating and possibly armed, as she tries to defeat the

color red!” Maddox exclaimed.

“Three blow jobs, a rim job and I’ll do that thing you like when I do you know what,” Felix countered.

Maddox took a deep breath.

“Deal. But if I get shot you get tied up all weekend.” Felix’s eyes lit up.

“Aleks, does she have her gun with her?” he asked eagerly.

“I don’t know! Fuck!” Aleks looked like he was two seconds away from crushing his phone.

The sound of hands clapping together had everyone looking at Ashby.

“Okay people, here is what we’re going to do. Aleks, Maddox and I will head to the Arkadion Ranch.

We’ll do whatever it takes to get Rebecca back to normal.”

“Normal?” Rian snorted. Ashby glared at him.

“Nic, Sebastian, Felix, you three head to Kate and see what is wrong. It’s not like her to get depressed.

That woman doesn’t know the meaning of ‘self doubt’.” Ashby bit his lower lip worriedly.

“You boys go and don’t worry about these little ones. I’ll call Gabriel, Kent and Liam later to pick them

up,” Ma said, standing beside the car seats.

Rhys stood.

“What can we do to help?” Beside him Moe stood nodding.

“Moe, can you go to Kate? She likes you and always smiles at your nickname,” Ashby asked.

“Sure.”

“Rhys, you’re with us. We may need your vampiric speed to catch Rebecca and scrape her off the darn

ceiling.” Ashby sounded exasperated.

Rhys turned to Moe.

“Have fun.”

“You too, don’t let Rebecca shoot you.” A smile twitched on Moe’s lips. Rhys leaned forward and

kissed his mate, surprising him. Moe leaned down and whispered.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Rhys brought Moe’s hand up and kissed his knuckles before heading out with Ashby,

Maddox and Aleks.

* * * *

“Dammit, Rebecca, I could be eating cheesecake right now!” Ashby said, sounding surly.

“I was winning, why did you take my coffee?” Rebecca demanded.

“Because you’re about to go into arrhythmia!” Maddox exclaimed.

“I didn’t want to have to do this.” Ashby turned to Maddox.

“Sedate her.”

Maddox looked over to Aleks who nodded.

“Maybe she can just sleep it off,” Aleks said. Rhys could see that the man was worried for his tiny mate.

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Rebecca protested, struggling in Aleks’s arms.

“You were trying to shoot red dots when we got here!” Ashby yelled.

That was when Rhys began to get concerned. This was not how his sweet prince normally behaved.

“Maddox,” he said in an urgent whisper.

“I know, I’ve noticed too.” He put the syringe away.

“I have a better idea. Rebecca, Ashby, I think the two of you need to go visit Kate. She sounded really

upset don’t you think? She could help you out with the colors, Rebecca,” Maddox said reasonably.

“I do want to make sure she’s okay,” Rebecca admitted.

They all piled into Aleks new Suburban and drove to the pack house.

“My breathing is funny,” Rebecca said from the passenger seat.

“That is because you drank enough caffeine to stun an army platoon. How you’re still standing and

conscious is a medical mystery.” Maddox shook his head.

They got to the pack house and Aleks didn’t even bother with knocking. By this time Rebecca had

turned morose and lethargic. Ashby was just weeping silently. Aleks kicked the door in and carried Rebecca

inside. Rhys followed carrying his prince.

“Aleks, what in the hell is going on? Sebastian and Nic got here then all three of them started crying.”

Bran’s hair was sticking out at every angle as if he had pulled on it and it had stayed that way. Caleb looked

worried sick.

“I don’t know but these two started to get that way when we hit the bottom of your driveway. Where are

they?” Aleks asked, shifting Rebecca in his arms.

“Family room. We pushed the sofas and ottomans together to create a huge bed,” Caleb said, leading the

way down the hall. He opened a heavy wooden door and the sounds of sniffling and crying could be heard.

“Aleks, Rhys, just lay them down with the others,” Maddox advised. Aleks walked over and lay

Rebecca next to Kate and Rhys put Ashby next to Rebecca. All five wept and sniffled for about thirty

seconds before they all fell fast asleep curled around each other. Maddox motioned to Felix and Moe and

the six men left the room closing the door behind them.

Just then one of the younger wolves came bounding down the hallway.

“Hey Alpha!” he called out, waving, oblivious to the day’s turmoil.

Maddox’s hand shot out and he grabbed the pup by the throat.

“Your Alpha, Alpha Mother and the Inner Court are in there asleep and exhausted. You wake them up

and I will eviscerate you,” Maddox threatened.

“Oh fuck that got me hard,” Felix moaned. Maddox released the young man who took off in the

opposite direction at a run, passing Riley and Logan as they walked up to them.

Riley Conrad glided toward them with the grace Rhys usually associated with one of the lions. Despite

his lean build he was a beta to be reckoned with. His vicious fighting skills had kept more than one would-

be troublemaker in line. As usual his brown hair was shaggy and cut at different lengths. Rhys could

imagine the man simply taking a pair of scissors to his hair and cutting it whenever it got in his way. The

beta’s hazel eyes that were normally more jovial looked worried.

Beside him one of the pack’s enforcers moved silently next to his beta. Rhys had to admit he was

impressed. He had never seen a man his size move that silently unless he was a vampire. Logan Tiernan

stood shoulder to shoulder with Caleb, putting him well over Bran’s six foot four inches. He reminded Rhys

more of a bear than a wolf. Logan’s shoulders seemed to fill the hallway. Despite his size there wasn’t an

ounce of fat on him. Like Moe, the man seemed to be made of pure muscle. His brown hair was pulled

back into a ponytail and his brown eyes seemed to look past the group as if constantly evaluating the threat

level.

Bran’s raised voice brought Rhys back to the discussion at hand.