Free McKenzie, Cooper - Autumn Healing [Welcome to Sanctuary 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Cooper McKenzie

We’re here for you. No one will ever again lay a hand on you, not even our brothers. We love you too much and will never let you be hurt again,” Evan said. He hugged her from behind as Frank rubbed a hand up and down her side.
    “You love me?” she asked, trying to look into their faces.
    Though she’d known them less than twenty-four hours, she recognized the love that flowed through her. She was surprised that they felt the same way. After all, weren’t men supposed to be the ones who balked at commitment and saying the L-word?
    “Of course we do. Shape-shifters have one mate, and the challenge of their lifetime is to find the person that Fate has destined them to spend their lives with. We would rather cut off our own arms before hurting our mate. We will protect you from anything and anyone who tries to harm you, even if that person is yourself.”
    “I think I love you two, too,” she admitted softly.
    Her words caused her men to shift even closer together. Their arms wrapped even tighter around her. She enjoyed it for a minute until she realized she couldn’t breathe.
    “Can’t breathe,” she gasped.
    They immediately eased their hold. Feeling brave since they hadn’t run at her confession, she voiced the fears that had silently nagged at her since seeing her sister’s pregnant belly.
    “What if I freeze again? What if there are complications? What if I kill Spring and her babies?” Autumn began to sob, burying her face into Frank’s shirt.
    She felt a soft hand touch her cheek. Opening her eyes, she turned her head and met Bridget’s serious, though loving, gaze. “I’ll be right there beside you. And if need be, Thomas and Michael can step in and take over. They had to deliver all of our boys. But that won’t be necessary because you’re going to do just fine,” Bridget assured her.
    Just then, a door squeaked, and someone stepped out onto the porch. “Spring says she needs to see Autumn.”
    The men reluctantly dropped their arms, allowing Autumn her freedom. Then they each kissed a cheek before they stepped back, releasing her completely.
    “You two need to finish then you can come and join the party,” Bridget said to her sons. She then took Autumn’s hand and led her into the house.
    “You’ve got them well-trained,” Autumn said as they walked through the living room.
    As they did, she made a quick note of the beautiful antique furnishings and decorations. Though a bit fussy than she liked, she wondered if she should consult Bridget when it came time to decorate her new home.
    “It’s taken a lifetime. Before the wedding, we’ll sit down, and I’ll share the secrets of how to handle Sullivan men,” Bridget said with a wink and a smile.
    Bridget led her to an open doorway just off the kitchen. Autumn paused in the doorway and found the small room was painted a soft peach. The only furniture was a large brass bed in the center of the room and a table in one corner.
    Spring was in the middle of the bed, propped up on pillows with a sheet covering her from waist down. Brock and Adam reclined on either side of her murmuring softly. Each man had a hand on her belly, rubbing circles as they panted with her, breathing through a contraction.
    Before approaching the bed, Autumn stopped at the table and checked the supplies piled there. A stack of towels and an empty basin. Turning to Bridget, she said, “I need the large red bag from my truck. It has everything else I’ll need.”
    “I’ll get it,” one of the fathers said before leaving the room.
    “What can I do?” the other asked, looking uncomfortable.
    “Could you boil some water, please?”
    “Sure, no problem,” he said, heading for the door. At the last moment, he turned back. “How much water do you need?”
    Autumn smiled gently. “A quart or so should be enough.”
    “Okay,” the man said before disappearing.
    “Coffee?” Bridget asked with a raised eyebrow.
    Autumn shook her head with a grin. “Tea. I gave