Race to Destiny

  When they pulled into the compound and circled around to the main house, Mia could feel her exhaustion really pulling at her. Eric helped her step out of the SUV and then when Striker joined them, they all followed the Alphas into the large mansion. Sawyer, Conal, and their men joined them, bringing up the rear. As they entered, all of the members of the Senate greeted them. There were introductions made and then Cat had asked everyone to go into the sitting room where snacks had been laid out.

  As everyone moved to go in, Cat and Cami pulled her to the side. "We can see how tired you are, why don't I take you to your bungalow, and you can have a hot bath?” Cat suggested as she looked puzzled by Striker and Eric standing in the doorway.

  "Oh, um, that would be great, but...” Mia looked at Cami for help.

  Cami turned to Cat. "It seems Striker and Eric are her mates, Cat. They need to go with her."

  Cat smiled. "I see. Well then, let me show all three of you to the bungalow so you can get cleaned up and rest. We can meet later."

  "Thank you, Cat. We appreciate it,” Eric told her.

  Cami squeezed Mia's hand and said, "I will see you when you wake later. Come find me."

  Cat glanced at Orfeo and Mia knew they were having a conversation because Orfeo's lips twitched at one point then he nodded. Cat turned back to her and said, "Follow me."

  They walked through the house toward the back yard, then out a set of patio doors. Cat led them on a pathway that led down to the east side of the house. Mia saw a small, two story bungalow and Cat told her that it was where Fredi and her mates lived. They continued down the path a ways and came upon another bungalow.

  "This is your place,” Cat said as she pointed to the quaint bungalow. She pulled a key out and unlocked the door.

  Striker put his hand out and said, "If you don't mind, Cat, we would like to take a look first."

  Cat stepped back and said, "Of course, please."

  Striker and Eric stepped into the bungalow while the women waited at the door. Cat looked at Mia and said, "Mates are always like this. Protective and aggravating. Always take it in stride."

  Mia laughed and said, "Good advice."

  The men came back out and nodded to the women, telling them it was safe to come in. Mia snuck a peak at Cat and Cat rolled her eyes. Mia giggled as they went inside. The whole bottom level was an open floor plan with a large living room that led into a small dining area, which flowed into a nice size kitchen. It was decorated in earth tones that were comforting and Mia said as much to Cat.

  "Thank you, Jax and Fredi helped me decorate it for you,” Cat told her.

  "You all did this for me?” Mia asked, surprised.

  Cat nodded. "Of course, we wanted you to feel welcome here. Feel you were at home."

  Mia's eyes filled with tears. "Thank you,” she whispered and then laughed softly as she wiped at her eyes. "Sorry, I think I'm more tired than I thought."

  Cat gave her a hug and said, "No worries, hun. We can talk later. I am going to head back up to the main house. If you need anything, our numbers are programmed into the phone and the directory is next to it."

  Mia thanked her again as did Striker and Eric as she left. When Eric closed the door behind Cat he turned to Mia and said, "Come on. I'm going to take you upstairs and get a bath ready for you."

  Striker came over to her and swept her into his arms. "I get the pleasure of making sure you are ready for said bath."

  Mia threw her arms around his neck and blushed at his words. He carried her up the stairs behind Eric and Mia glanced around as they went. She saw there were three rooms upstairs. One was a spare bedroom, on looked to be an office and the third was the master bedroom. When Striker carried her in, he set her gently on her feet just inside the doorway.

  Mia looked around, astounded at the size of the bed, it looked huge. This bedroom was decorated in earth tones as well with cream-colored walls and a deep blue comforter set on the bed. She walked past the two of the three dressers in the room and saw there were also two walk-in closets as well.

  As she went to peek into the master bathroom, Striker's hands descended on her shoulders, stopping her. He spun her around and walked her back to the middle of the room by the large bed. He slowly pulled her t-shirt up and off, throwing it into a corner of the room. Then he knelt down at her feet, undoing her jeans and slowly sliding them down her legs, taking her underwear with them. When he got to her ankles, he slipped off her sneakers and socks then slid her clothes the rest of the way off her legs. She closed her eyes and listened to the water running in the bathroom.

  He stood slowly and circled around behind her to undo the clasp on her bra. He used his fingers to slide the straps down her arms and then walked back around to stand in front of her. Mia looked up into his eyes and saw they were dark with desire as he slowly took her bra the rest of the way off. She now stood in front of him completely naked and was a little self-conscious. She dropped her gaze to study her feet, wondering what he was thinking, when he placed his finger under her chin to tilt it up again.

  He looked deep into her eyes as he said, "You are so beautiful.” He leaned down and kissed her deeply before reluctantly letting her go. "Come, Eric is ready for you."

  He turned her around to face the bathroom and gave her a gentle shove toward Eric who was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She watched Eric's eyes rake down her body, looking over every inch and then coming back up to meet her eyes. When she reached him, he ran his fingers down the side of her neck.

  "You are stunning. I want to touch every inch of your body,” Eric said to her and then added, "But first, you need to soak in the hot bath I drew for you."

  He took her hand and led her into the bath to help her into the water. As she stepped in, she marveled at the size of the tub. It was large enough to fit three adults comfortably. She sighed as she submerged herself into the nice, warm water. Eric smiled at her and said, "Be back in a few. If you need anything, call out."

  Mia smiled at him and closed her eyes, sinking more into the water. She didn’t know how long she laid there before she felt a hand slide up her calf. She jerked in surprise and opened her eyes to see her men kneeling down beside the large tub. She saw they had both had a shower, as their hair was still damp. Both had no shirts on but she couldn’t see below that, the tub was blocking her view.

  Striker was at her feet and he began to soap up a washcloth, drawing it up first one leg then the other. He paid special attention to her feet, even going between her toes, making her giggle. Then he moved a little higher, washing her thighs and the creases where they joined her hips.

  Eric began with her shoulders and washed her arms, neck, and then the top of her chest. He then moved to wash her sides and stomach. He had her sit forward so he could wash her back and then sat her back again.

  Just as Striker's fingers ran through her folds, Eric's hands cupped her breasts and she moaned loudly. Both men paid close attention to what they were doing and she enjoyed the attention. Then they released her and she moaned at the loss.

  "Time to get out,” Eric said to her as he held out his hand to help her up.

  As she stepped out of the tub on to the plush bathmat, she noted that both men were only wearing boxers. Striker was holding up a large, fluffy towel to dry her off. She held her arms up as he began to towel her dry. He made thorough work of it, drying each and every part of her body, setting her on fire inside. When he was finished, he handed her off to Eric, who led her into the bedroom.

  Eric slipped a large t-shirt style nightgown over her head then led her over to the bed. She noted the covers had been turned down already. Eric lifted her up and laid her down in the center of the bed. Then he and Striker both slid in beside her. The drapes had all been drawn, making it nice and dark in the room. Both men laid sweet kisses on her lips and then snuggled down beside her.

  Striker turned her toward Eric who took her into his arms. She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes. Striker wrapped his
arm around her middle, pulling her bottom against him. She took one of her hands and laid it on top of his, intertwining their fingers. All three fell asleep, happy, and content in their bed.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Mia woke later that afternoon, out of a deep sleep by two sets of wandering hands on her body. For a moment she tensed up, wanting to curl into a ball, scared from what had happened to her in the past, but then her men came into her mind. She smiled sleepily and stretched her body, offering it to them with pleasure. She knew that was all they offered her, pleasure.

  “We want to mate together now, sweetheart, are you ready?” Striker whispered.

  Mia moaned when she felt their fingers becoming more firm and exploring more. She nodded and turned so both had better access to her, and she to them. They untied the robe she had fallen asleep in and pushed the edges over her shoulders revealing the naked flesh underneath. Her cheeks grew warm and she wanted to giggle for some reason. They must have seen the look on her face and both of them paused.

  “Yes?” Striker said with an amused looked.

  “Hey, I think she was gonna laugh when we were trying to get her excited. That means she is questioning our manhood right?” Eric smirked.

  “I think you are right, Eric,” Striker said and she saw the appreciative smile on their faces as they looked at her body. Then she heard one of them growl and she smiled.

  “No way, I would never do that,” she said innocently.

  Striker laughed and pulled the robe away from her body completely. She saw both of their eyes darken with desire.

  “What about my romance?” she whispered.

  “How about a massage first?” Eric whispered and flipped her over suddenly.

  He smiled when Mia groaned into the pillow and closed her eyes. Striker reached over and grabbed a bottle on the nightstand, they would have to thank Cat later. A light, citrus scent filled the air as they smoothed the oil on her creamy skin.

  Striker grinned as he mirrored Eric’s motions across her shoulders and up and down her spine to her lower back. It made both of them grin as they went slowly and Mia began wither. They took their time stroking her and when they reached a certain spot she would moan and arch her back, both men fought their impulses of rolling her over and taking her.

  “Baby, are you a virgin?” Eric whispered.

  “No…but not recently,” she moaned.

  Taking it slow, they massaged every inch of her skin, including her feet and hands. She started moving more and when they both reached their destination between her legs they pulled back, making her protest with anticipation of what she was expecting. They smiled and looked down at her, and Eric slowly turned her over so they could massage her front as well. The way they could scent her arousal, she was going to be more than prepared soon. The glistening of her juices was evident as she was exposed to them once again.

  Her cheeks were rosy this time with passion and her nipples were just begging for attention. Eric stroked her stomach and moved lower as Striker instinctively took over massaging her top. The dual sensations almost drove her wild and Eric smoothed more of the oil on her thighs and lower legs, making sure he missed the apex between her thighs. While Striker did her shoulders and then abdomen, watching her nipples harden as they continued to touch her.

  Striker circled her breasts, avoiding the tips until she was moaning. Then Eric smiled and Striker bent and took her nipple in his mouth. She cried out loudly when his mouth closed over her nipple, and with one hand he pulled the other one gently at the same time.

  Eric leaned forward and kissed her lips, exploring briefly before he moved his way down her body. Eric settled between her legs and Striker helped by pulling one of her legs over his, exposing her core to him to admire. Eric kissed her up her inner thigh and then slowly ran his tongue up her slit, then moved to the other side and did the same thing. She was squirming with impatience. Eric slid two fingers into her suddenly and she whimpered at the feeling.

  Striker leaned up and took her mouth in a demanding kiss, making her confused on what she was reacting to. His mouth was demanding and hard, but she gave as good and she got, opening her mouth and inviting him to take what he wanted. Eric began pumping his fingers into her, and she moaned against Striker’s mouth. When Eric suddenly bent forward and sucked her clit into his mouth, she gasped and pulled away. With a growl, Striker grabbed her cheek and turned her back, continuing his onslaught as Eric and he somehow worked a rhythm that drove her crazy.

  She moved wantonly against them, practically begging them to finish what they had started quickly, she was going to go nuts in a minute. When Striker pulled back and whispered in her ear, “Come.”

  Mia screamed and let go, feeling herself shatter around him, but they weren’t even close to being done, they quickly switched places and repeated it again, this time the opposite. She was going to pass out from the pleasure. By the time she came again this time against Strikers mouth, she could have curled over and gone to sleep but apparently, they were nowhere close to being done. When Mia opened her eyes it was to see both men grinning at her sated expression smugly and Striker moved toward her, covering his body with her. She smiled and gazed into his intense eyes. She reached down and tried to wrap her hands around his impressive girth, she wondered how this was going to work, but Striker kissed her and all thoughts went out of her head. He pulled her hand away and then pinned both of her hands above her head, making her breast rise to his eager mouth. She kissed him and was so lost in the sensation of the feel of his touched as he moved from her mouth down to one breast and then back, and then he did the same thing on the other side. Damn, her men were fucking hot.

  Finally, Striker placed his blunt head against her opening, and he slowly moved until he was ready to enter her. He nuzzled her neck and she responded to him, her wetness growing again.

  Mia thought about her previous experience and she knew that these men would wipe them out of her mind forever. She was still untouched in their eyes, as either of them had not taken her yet. No other men would even compare to these two and she could feel herself finally admitting to herself the depth of her feeling for these two men. They had grown on her slowly. Making her fall in love with them before she even realized it, she grinned, she would tell them later.

  She arched her back and moved against his hot cock, giving him permission to move forward. He took it without a beat of her heart passing and he thrust firmly but slowly into her. She gasped at the feeling of fullness, she experienced nothing like it ever before. Striker moved slowly and deliberately unit he was buried inside her. The feeling was like no other. This was the romance she was wanting, forget the other stuff, this was heaven being taken by them.

  Mia surrendered herself over to them with the knowledge that she was giving them her heart as well. Striker moved in and out of her until she was ready to scream, he hit her in just the right space, and just the right time, where she could feel her body getting ready to explode. She met him stroke for stroke with her hips adding to the sensations. When her released her hands and began to move faster, she held on for the ride. Striker leaned over and licked the side of her throat, and she shivered, it was right where he had bitten her before. Giving her a minute to catch her breath before he claimed her. Striker moaned in satisfaction when he bit her and she convulsed around him.

  Mia couldn’t hold back, she screamed her love for him, which filtered through his foggy brain and he released her neck. “Baby, I feel the same way, you are my world and I love you,” he whispered and she felt their bond snap into place.

  Striker rolled off her, kissing her shoulder gently as she moaned from his withdraw. Eric sat to the side and grinned. “That was fucking amazing, watching the two of you together.”

  “Come on, big boy, you’re next,” she grinned and waited.

  “Are you sure you aren’t too sore?” he asked and she rolled her eyes.

  “We were meant for each other right, well let’s seal this shit.” She lau
ghed and Eric grinned happily, moved to lay on his back, and pulled her over him.

  “Ride me,” he said and positioned her above his straining cock. “Take it slow, äskling,” he whispered, and she nodded.

  Her pulled her to him and kissed her. Allowing her to set the pace. She sunk over him slowly and he had to fight to remain still as she took him all into her.

  Mia sighed, he was just as thick and long as Striker was but from this angle, she was able to slide smoothly over him without waiting. When she was finally full, she leaned over, laid against his torso, and kissed him. Their mouths tangling as she began to move. Slowly she caressed his cock as she slid up and down his shaft. It was amazing to feel the difference of their bodies, but both feeling so right inside her. She couldn’t wait to feel them together at the same time, the connection would be out of this world. The closeness she could feel with both men right now was overwhelming.

  She signed as Eric began kneading her breasts, making her passion rise even faster than Striker had. She could feel the tightening of her pussy walls as it readied to explode yet again. Mia picked up the pace as the need grew and finally Eric couldn’t hold back, he reached and took her hips and held her in place as he took over, rising into her at a fast pace. She gasped as he hit her in the sweet spot every time. The emotions flowing over her. Mia opened her eyes and saw the light radiating from Eric—it was beautiful and golden. Like nothing she had ever seen, it wrapped them in a blanket but she could see Striker was with them as well. Covering them. Joining them.

  Mia screamed when she felt herself fall over the edge. “I love you.”

  Eric repeated the phrase to her and held her fast as she collapsed on top of him. He held her as she passed out in exhaustion.

  “Wow,” Striker said.

  “You can say that again,” Eric said breathlessly.

  “Wow,” Striker said and the men felt their mating snap into place and Mia sighed deeply as if she felt it too.