Free Trinity Bound by Carrie Ann Ryan

radios. Well crap. It looked as though they’d have to wait out their growing strength before they made it home. Wherever home was for his two mates. Reed couldn’t be so lucky to think their home would be his.
     
    “There are no phones, are there?” Hannah whispered.
     
    Reed shook his head. “No, but when we get rested, we can go to my Pack, the Redwoods. They’ll take care of us. Protect us.” He held his breath, waiting for her response.
     
    Hannah nodded. “Okay.” A sad look came into her eyes. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
     
    Reed felt for her. How horrible would it be to be Packless? Have no connections? No family?
     
    “I’ll take care of you,” he promised.
     
    She batted his arm. “I said I can take care of myself.”
     
    Reed smiled. “Then you can take care of me, too.”
     
    She smiled back. “Sounds like a plan.”
     
    They paused as the heat grew between them. Reed shifted, his arousal increasing as he inhaled her luscious scent.
     
    Hannah’s breaths came in shallow pants. Her cheeks reddened as she lowered her eyes, her eyelashes dusting the tops of those rosy cheeks.
     
    “I think I’ll try and get some sleep in the room across from Josh’s, the heat reaches there.”
     
    She stood up quickly, and practically ran to the room like a frightened rabbit.
     
    Too bad Reed was a wolf and liked to chase.
     
    “Sounds good to me. Let’s go.”
     
    Reed ignored his wolf. He looked down the hall where his two potential mates lay across the expanse of the hallway from each other. No, this wouldn’t be complicated at all. Right.
     

 
     
    Chapter 8
     
     
    Josh cracked open his eyes, straining at the glow of the roaring fire by his bedside. He quickly shut them again against the raging headache currently doing an Irish jig on his temples. Crap, where was he? Images of wolves and sharp teeth, curly brown hair, then green eyes flooded his mind. Oh yeah, Reed and Hannah.
     
    He’d saved them. Well, he got them out; they seemed fit enough to save themselves. Another image, this time of the man—no demon—with deep black eyes and sharp teeth impaling his flesh. He flinched at the memory, causing pain to lash up his arm.
     
    Fuck.
     
    When he opened his eyes again, he surveyed his surroundings. The large wooden sleigh bed he slept in took up most of the room. Dark, musty drapes covered the windows so he couldn’t tell if it was day or night. But cold seemed to slip through the slits, letting him know the storm was either just starting fully or in the middle of its downpour.
     
    On the side wall, a large brick fireplace stood out, heating the room. Josh guessed that either Reed or Hannah had lit it for him, not wanting him to be cold. For some reason that warmed him from the inside out.
     
    Josh tried to swallow, but it caught on his tongue. It felt as though he’d eaten dried rags and then chased them down with cotton. He needed water or something to sooth his aching throat, but couldn’t call out for help or find the energy to get out of bed and get to Hannah and Reed. How was he supposed to leave the cabin and go for help if he couldn’t even get out of bed?
     
    He shook his head, trying to clear it of sleep as flashes of his dreams came back. Memories of demons with forked tongues, fire burning flesh, and screams made him want to shudder in fear. But he didn’t. He couldn’t be weak. Not when others needed him.
     
    But those weren’t the only dreams bugging his subconscious. No, they mingled with images of a gray-eyed beauty and her green-eyed companion. Reed and Hannah had loved and kissed and sexed him throughout his fantasy. Panting, moaning, and thrusting interplayed with chanting and proclamations of forever and love.
     
    Josh didn’t know which of the two dreams frightened him more. Painful death by fire and demons or the love of two supernaturals.
     
    Not to mention the fact he’d never known he was attracted to men. But, damn, Reed was sexy