Page 29 of Doubly Bound

“Alright, enough!” She snapped her fingers at both men looking pointedly at Mikhail and Ross who were bent over under the force of the head Alpha and Omega’s displeasure.

“We’re gonna go to our bungalow, give you three a chance to talk.” Ginger winked and grabbed her mates, dragging them out of the room.

If only she could be like Ginger, so easygoing. But Sage had experienced too much loss in her life for that. She would not be forced into accepting anything she wasn’t ready for. The thing that really stuck in her craw was that she wanted it. She really did. Last night had been amazing, and the idea of having these two with her forever sounded super good. But it had to be on her terms. She wouldn’t be forced into Shifter mating jail, or anything of the kind.

“Sage, please,” Landry said. “This isn’t a bad thing. Mates are not prisoners or anything else you’re thinking—”

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Our matebond,” her Dragon said softly.

“You guys can read my mind?”

“Aye, love, to an extent,” Callan grunted. “Look, Sage, I know this didn’t go exactly as planned, but I swear to you, we would never ever hurt you.”

“He’s right,” Landry inserted, and she sensed the desperation in him, in his Liger, as he gazed at her through pale blue eyes. “You are our fated mate. We could no sooner hurt you than ourselves.”

“But I don’t want you guys to be stuck with me,” she blurted.

Twin shocked stares assaulted her from across the room and she could’ve kicked herself. A blurter at heart, she turned around trying to compose herself while wiping the fresh tears that sprung to her eyes. The sounds of their footsteps echoed in the room as her mates rounded the sofa and pressed against her on either side.

“Oh, Sage,” Landry’s voice held the whine of his beast. Instinctively she reached out and clutched his hand in hers.

“We aren’t stuck, love,” growled Callan softly against her neck. “We’re the luckiest bastards in the whole bloody universe because we get to have you.”

“Oh, yeah?” She snorted softly and shook her head. “I’m a prize, alright.”

“Eh,” he growled and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Damn fucking straight you are! Our prize. And anyone who doesn’t want their eyes ripped out of their heads best damn well know it.”

“Oh.” She cleared her throat. “How do we make sure everyone knows it then? I mean,” she said, and licked her lips at the growing tide of arousal that threatened to topple her over, “I wouldn’t want you to rip anyone’s eyes out on my account.”

“Come here.” Her mate, her dragon, the Alpha of their Triad, growled with power as he pulled her close.

He dipped his head, nudging her face slightly with his deliciously crooked nose, and claimed her mouth with his. Sage moaned, pressing against him even as Landry closed in behind. Her Liger had not abandoned her as he stroked her shoulders and back, cupping her ass, and then her sex over her pants. Her pussy moistened, clenching on air as both men nuzzled and petted her body while filling her mind with impressions and feelings.

Maybe she’d dismissed love too easily, she thought with wonder as the depth of their emotions flooded her. Once he lifted his head, she turned to Landry, capturing his lips in the same desperate kiss she’d shared with Callan.

“Before we get caught up in this,” she began, reining in the fierce desire that flared to life whenever she thought of both men, “I think we should have a meeting with the Witches you employed to oversee the inviting of humans to this island.”

“What?”

“I am trying to accept this whatever this is between us—”

“Fate, love,” Landry insisted.

“Okay, fate, but obviously something wrong happened here. We should find out, don’t you think?”

“You see, you are our perfect mate, lass. You’re already thinking like a leader.” The Dragon puffed out his chest proudly.

“Of course, she is, Callan. She’s ours.”

“Yes,” he growled. “Ours. Call the Guard. Tell them we’re coming home.” Sage took their praise and held on to it with both hands.

Her mates had their own private residence adjacent to the hotel’s property. Complete with their own secluded beach and mountain view. Moongate Island was small, but it was amazing. The house was more mansion than not. The layout dazzled her with floor to ceiling windows throughout, seven bedrooms, five baths, a restaurant sized kitchen, and an infinity pool complete with enormous open deck.

“Callan needed a place to land.” Landry winked as they rolled up in an open topped Jeep.

The men took her luggage, but she jumped down on her own. Several of the men, Guards she heard Callan call them, Shifters, she could tell by the glow in their eyes, not to mention their superb physiques, approached. Twin rumbling growls alerted her to the fact her mates had caught that little wayward thought, and she grinned.

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