Page 53 of Fated Redemption
“I look forward to you getting off…work.” She grinned and hopped off her barstool. She grabbed her drink and swung her hips from side to side as she walked away, leaving Rhys groaning behind her.
When she sat down, Giddey simply held up his fist. Without saying a word she gave him a fist bump and settled in to watch sweet Peyton kill his zombies.
Chapter Nine
“Everything put away?”
“Check.”
“Locked up?”
“Check.”
“Turned off?”
“Check.”
Rhys eyed Abby as she stood by the stairs, her arms crossed, leaning against the doorway. She had been watching them in amusement as they raced around like mad men closing the bar. Peyton had gone to bed an hour ago completely wiped from celebrating his victory.
“Ready for bed?” Moe asked.
“Check and check.” Rhys grinned and then they turned their gaze to her.
For a second she looked like a lone gazelle in the open on the plains. When Rhys shifted his weight forward she gave an undignified yelp and ran up the stairs. He and Moe took turns reaching out to pinch her rear or run a finger down her back. Screeching and laughing at the same time she hit their apartment door at a run and ran straight for the bed.
She hopped on and sat at the end grinning at them.
“Gorgeous isn’t she?” Moe asked, removing his shirt and pants already. Rhys not to be outdone quickly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants.
“Rhys, can we try something?” Abby’s voice sounded hesitant.
Rhys stopped. “Of course, we can try anything you want.” He walked over and sat beside her on the bed. “We’re your mates. You can ask us for anything.”
Abby dropped her eyes guiltily.
“Abby wants you to try and claim her,” Moe said, gently sitting on the other side of Abby, comfortable in his nudity.
Rhys stood, shaking his head. “No! Absolutely not. I’ll hurt you.”
“Rhys, I don’t think you will. If you get out of hand, Moe is here, he can pull you away. I think once you taste our blood and see that it’s not the same as the others, that the blood lust won’t be triggered. Then you can easily claim me and Moe.” She stood and walked over to him.
She tried to wrap her arms around him but he moved to step away from her. He shook his head over and over again. He paced the floor in front of the bed, rubbing his arms. He hated to see the rejected look on her face, but he couldn’t risk hurting his sweet girl.
“Maybe we’re pushing him too far.” Moe looked torn.
“Bullshit. He can do this, he will do this. Fate has made us a ménage mating and dammit we’re going to be mates. Rhys, all I’m asking is that we try. Just once,” Abby pleaded.
Rhys felt like he couldn’t think. He felt cornered.
“Rhys, please?” Moe asked, his voice quiet and sad.
Rhys stopped his pacing and looked at his mate. Until Abby he had had no idea how much Moe was sacrificing every day denying the need to claim him. This man had dropped everything to nurse him back to health, opened his home and his heart to him. He looked at Abby, her eyes pleading. He knew she was trying to help him. There was nothing he wanted more than to claim his mates. He had to try, at least once, he owed them no less.
“I get to say when it’s too much,” Rhys said, taking a step forward.
Moe’s eyes brightened. “Of course, baby. How do you want to do this?” Moe beamed at him.
Rhys could tell he was proud of his efforts to try, he swallowed past the knot forming in his throat. He needed to do better by his mates.
