Shea: The Last Hope (16 page)

The big man nodded and said, "Uh, I really don't know how to say this without being completely dramatic, and quite honestly weird."

Kira rolled her eyes and said, "We know what you planned tonight, and you have to go ahead with your plans. Trace you are the Chosen but your seat remains unclaimed until you have mated fully. You know that. Well, we had a vision about the future of the Council; we shared it with Quin, and the Alpha's, they agree."

Bama frowned and said, "What does this mean? Trace has been accepted into the Council already."

Blaine nodded and then said, "Of course he is, that is not the issue." He looked at his mate nervously and then looked at the three of them and cleared his throat. "Shit, I’m just gonna say it. The prophesy says the Chosen have to be mated, claim their seat and be pregnant for our destiny to be realized. You kinda need to at least mate to claim your seat and then, um, yeah."

Kira laughed and slapped her mate's arm teasingly and looked at Bama. "We know we are all having the ceremony, that is a given. We just know that you have to mate to claim Trace's seat before something happens. Our vision was a little unclear on what is going on. Roarke is still out there, and we are a little worried he is planning something.

Anyway, not to give any pressure or anything, we just wanted you to know."

Bama looked at the two Seers of the Council and felt uncomfortable. Had they seen them making love? She wondered and then looked at her mates with a panicked expression.

Blaine caught the look, turned red, and said quickly. "No! Nothing like that, we only see things like the way things should be, or the way things need to happen. We don't see that stuff."

Kira held her hand to her stomach and said. "Nah, when I have a naughty dream it’s never about any of you.” She teased.

Bama felt a rush of relief and then said, "I really like you all so much and feel much better after I have spent time with you, but some things are still new to me, and I was afraid about that."

Trace laughed and hugged her to his side and said, "No one is seeing you naked but us, sweetie."

Blaine blushed again and looked helplessly at his mate. Kira patted him on his arm and then said to the trio. "I knew after the meeting that you would maybe feel like you have to wait. We decided to come and talk to you because, seriously Trace you have got to claim your seat. You know how we had to wait to do our claiming it was really hard. But you are in the opposite position. We are seeing that something will happen soon if you haven’t taken your seat on the Council."

"Wow, awkward talk,” Shane said and shifted on his feet.

"Hey, you should try having these things in your head and then having to explain to Quin what we saw drives me batty sometimes. I wish that we could just have like a projector attached to our heads and let them play when we have one," Blaine said dryly.

Trace laughed, "So I guess our plans will go along as scheduled tonight."

Bama laughed and hugged her men and then said to Blaine and Kira, “If you will excuse us."

"Hey, don't let us stop you, go, and have some fun.” Kira teased and the three walked back out of the room.

"Wow, that kinda felt like talking about sex with my mom.” Shane said and shivered.

Bama and Trace laughed, and then Bama said, "Yes, but they were right, we really should have thought about that before, and I’m sorry. I’m the one who has been the hold out for all of this, holding on to silly girlhood dreams."

Trace pulled her to a stop with his hand and frowned at her. "No, it was a choice we all made. Don't you dare feel bad about wanting to have a traditional mating? I loved every minute of the last few weeks getting to know you and Shane better. I think it will make us stronger. Besides, the anticipation has been awesome."

Shane smiled and said, "Of course, if there is something you would like to do to make it up to us; I would not be opposed to it."

Bama laughed and walked to the stairs, "Dinner first, I’m starving."

The guys laughed and grabbed her hand and ran up the stairs to their suite. Trace held his hand over her eyes when he opened the door. The caretaker of the Bed and Breakfast had done exactly as he asked and had the meal brought up when they entered the building. He could smell the food from the doorway. It had just been brought.

Shane walked around them and then arranged the flowers and lit the candles they had set up in the living and dining areas. Trace waited and then kissed Bama's cheek as he released her eyes.

"Oh,” she cried and covered her mouth with her hand and looked wide eyed around the room. She had been in here setting up the furniture she purchased, but it hadn’t looked like this, she thought. They went to a lot of trouble for her. There were wild flowers everywhere, her gaze snapped to Shane's, and he grinned. She remembered what he told them about his parent's mating. Tears began to form in her eyes, and she thought they were going to have to plant a garden in the new home with all of these flowers, because she would make sure their children maintained this tradition.

It was amazing; the lights had been dimmed, and the candles flickered off the walls casting a romantic glow around the room. Bama knew they had made it special for her, and she loved them even more since they had gone to so much trouble.

"So, what do you think?" Shane said and rocked back on his heels.

"I think I have the two most wonderful mates in the world,” she said and hugged them both before turning back to the room and taking it all in a second time.

Trace walked forward and held out the chair for her at the table they had set up with the food. She grinned and sat down, letting him push her in. Shane pulled out a napkin and draped across her lap, before pulling out the bottle of wine they had been chilling and pouring her a glass first.

Bama took a small sip and then nodded. It was all so wonderful, she thought and watched as her men settled themselves in their chairs and pulled the covers off the plates in front of them. The food looked wonderful, she glanced up and saw that they we waiting for her to take the first bite.

She picked up her knife and fork, cut a small piece of steak, and then put it in her mouth. It was perfection, she grinned and said. "Wow, delicious."

Shane smirked and then said, "We had it specially made for just us."

They talked about the Council as they ate, and then the ceremony Bama was planning.

Bama was glad that they had become so comfortable with each other it made it so much easier to think about the night ahead, without worrying about other things. She was glad she had waited, although her mother would never have allowed her to become one of those women who slept around until they found their mates.

She thought of the lingerie Willow had given her and the garment she decided to wear tonight and blushed. She hoped they liked it. When they were finished with their meal, Trace stood and turned on some soft music. She was touched to hear a ballad from her home country playing in the room.

"Dessert can wait for later,” Shane said gruffly and then stood and held out his hand.

Bama willing allowed him to draw her to her feet and Shane took her in his arms and swayed to the music. She closed her eyes, rested her head on his shoulder, and allowed him to lead her around the room.

She could hear the soft noises that Trace was making removing the dishes and table.

When the song was finished, she opened her eyes and was surprised yet again. Trace had not only cleaned up, but he had changed into a red robe. He held out his arms; she went into them, and they danced to the next song that was playing. Once again, when they were done Shane had changed also. And she turned red and waited.

"Sweetheart, it is your turn,” Trace said softly and pushed her gently to the changing room. She nodded, “Wait here for me please, there are some important things I need to tell you about before we go into the bedroom,” and took a deep breath and then walked and closed the door. The bag she put there earlier was still in the same spot, unopened.

She was so happy they had not peeked.

Bama quickly changed into the garment and then looked in the mirror that was on the far side of the wall. She had decided not to wear the pale yellow. This was her first time, and so she had worn white a shade which matched her hair. Supple leather boy shorts with zippers on each side so they were easily removable and a leather and lace strapless pushup bra that stopped just under her nipples. There were feathers sewn along the tops of the cups that lightly rubbed against her breasts as she moved, causing her nipples to become erect so, and they would play peek-a-boo as she walked. She reached into the bag and pulled out the other pieces of her ensemble that she had ordered to be made especially for her. She had ordered several colors, but this time, she wanted them to see her in all white. Each cuff was made precisely to her measurements, so they didn’t need buckles instead they had a clever locking closure that sealed the cuff closed tightly without pinching her skin. She first placed the cuffs around her biceps and wrists and then the larger ones just over her knees and finally, her ankles. Each cuff was thick leather lined with the softest fleece, and each had a built in ring. Lastly, she put the collar around her neck, turning the ring to the back. She picked up the sheer flowing cover and hooked it to the collar and the arm cuffs, if she crossed her arms, it would wrap around her like a cloak.

She was about to be claimed, claimed in a manner that would be the most fulfilling to her men and answer her own deepest desires. Her heart raced, and she raised her hand to see that it was trembling. Was everyone so nervous when they took this step, she wondered and then turned to the door and settled herself by breathing deeply. She was ready.

When she opened the door, Shane and Trace had taken spots on the wide couch. One on each side with a large area in the middle she assumed was for her. She looked at their eyes and seeing the heat in their gaze made it easier to step forward. The desire and passion she saw took her breath away.

"You are beautiful,” Trace whispered and Shane could only nod in agreement. She gave them a sultry smile and then twirled around and smiled when they both sat up to watch her walk towards them. She gave an inward silent giggle when she saw their eyes drop to her chest, they had noticed her peek-a-boo nipples, and in response, they tightened and poked out even more. Instead of sitting between them on the couch she sat on the coffee table facing them, she needed to see their eyes when she spoke. She motioned for them to move towards the center of the couch, so she could see both of their faces at once.

She waited a moment, she didn’t know where to start and started to panic; seeing this in her eyes each of her mates instantly sat forward and reached for her hands. This was better; they all sat forward so they were close to each other. She wiggled her hands, and then when they let go, she placed them on their knees as they moved their hands to her wrists, looking at the cuffs. She looked into their eyes and spoke, “Like many women I’ve thought and dreamed what my life with my future mate would be like. I never thought there would be two though.” And they smiled at her, “My wildest sexual fantasies and deepest desires were to give myself over to my mate when it came to the bedroom. I am intensely private when it comes to my sexuality and do not wish for our private lives to be bantered about or made comment on. And you both know that I can’t help being dominant outside of the bedroom. However, once we pass that threshold, I need you to know that I give over-all power to you.” She lifted one hand and reached into her cleavage withdrawing two small keys, one silver and one gold. Opening her palm and holding it up to her mates, she gestured for them to each pick one. After they’d each taken a key she continued, “These are the keys to my cuffs, the only copies so you are the only ones that can release me from them.” She shivered at the increased heat in her mate's eyes when she said that. “You both saw the bed, what you may not know is that I had that bed specially made for us and placed in the furniture store. You noticed the horizontal and vertical brass rungs inside the wooden frame of the headboard? Well, the decorative rings at the joints of the rungs are not decorative.

They're made to withstand the strain. I’ve placed ropes, silk scarves, butt plugs and other toys in the drawers built into the sides of the headboard you’ll also find more of these cuffs in various colors there. Your keys also open the drawers. On the shelves, you’ll find lubricants and massage oils.” With each word, she spoke, she could see their breath coming faster, and their muscle's tightening. “The only thing I will not allow is pain or blood. You remember what happened to me when I was captured by Braden?”

She spoke quickly then because she didn’t want to see the pain continuing in their eyes.

“I’ve had many nightmares since that day, I want to be bound, and I need you to make those memories fade into pleasure. I won’t ever be able to go fully into the realm of BDSM, and I need you to accept that. I will do all else that you ask or demand of me.

Once again, on the other side of that threshold, you are in complete control, I will submit to you and be yours. However, you like in any way you like. I know that you would never hurt me, that you love me as I love you. I need to give you this gift of my body into your keeping. The only ones who have ever touched me and the only ones that ever will," she finished speaking and bowed her head.

Seconds later, she felt her chin being lifted. She saw a flash of fierce love before Trace swooped in to claim her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and stood bringing her with him. Shane rose and walked towards the bedroom door he was panting heavily as he saw Trace release their mate’s mouth and hold out a hand to walk with her to the door. Shane opened the door and stepped through, and Trace followed him. They both turned towards Bama and held out their hands and waited. She took a deep breath and stepped into the bedroom.

Trace took her hand as Shane closed the door; she heard the lock click and smiled. Her mates were ensuring that they weren’t disturbed. Trace spoke, “Turn and face Shane my treasure, he needs to kiss you now.”