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by Hazel Gower


  “We live a couple of houses down from Susie and her brood. We bought the house only a couple of months ago as soon as it came on the market. Brock’s and my hope is that you would move in and live with us.”

  Sammy nodded and stared out the window in anticipation at seeing the house they’d bought. She didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t seen the house to know if she liked it and was willing to move. Sammy was comfortable where she was in Susie’s old house.

  Slater passed Susie’s turn off and drove for another couple of minutes before he turned down a bumpy, rocky road with lots of twist and turns. He slowed as they came around a wide bend, and then a big timber house that looked almost like a giant wooden cubby house was in front of her. It sat perfectly against the forest background with its gleaming wood style. The roof was a dark blue color bond, which fit nicely with the dark rustic blue wooden balcony that surrounded the whole top part of the square house.

  “It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see inside.” Sammy glanced at Slater to see him beaming at her.

  “I’m glad you like it. Brock and I can’t wait to show you it.” Slater parked out the front.

  Brock got out first and came and opened her door and guided her to the elaborate carved wooden double doors. Slater stepped forward and undid the door and went to the side panel and typed a code into the alarm.

  Slater took one of her hands, and Brock took the other as they took her through the home. The home was set out differently from Susie’s. The bedrooms were downstairs with three bathrooms, and upstairs was a big open plan kitchen, dining, and family room. In the far left corner there was another toilet and bathroom.

  The house was amazing, but there was hardly any furniture. It was sparsely placed, and what furniture there was very bland and bachelor-like. Her men must have seen her eyeing the furnishings because Brock spoke for the first time since entering the house.

  “We didn’t choose anything for the house because we thought you’d like to do that. Sammy, we want you to live here with us. We want you to be our mate. We are dying to be with you and make you ours. Please don’t make us wait any longer.” He stroked her cheek, and she leaned into his touch.

  “I’m not going to make you wait any longer. I was going to tell you both tonight that I’m ready to be your mate.”

  Two male groans of satisfaction were her response before Brock picked her up and ran with her down the stairs. “Our first time with you will be special, and it will be in a bed,” he whispered as his lips trailed kisses down her neck.

  Sammy gripped him tight around the neck and watched as he walked into the second room she’d seen, the one with the biggest bed she’d ever laid eyes on. Brock placed her gently on the bed and stared down at her.

  “Angel, you don’t know much I’ve dreamed of this moment when you’d say you’re ready to be with us.” Brock started stripping out of his clothes, and Sammy focused in on his big broad muscular chest. Her heart started beating faster at the sight of him, and her body heated up, and she became hot and aching to get out of the itchy fabric she wore. Slater got on the bed already naked.

  “Hey, beautiful, you look gorgeous. You always do, but right now you’re overdressed.” Slater’s fingers caressed her shoulders before they moved down, and he eased her shirt up and off. “We want you naked.”

  Sammy felt the flimsy worn fabric of her tracksuit pants rip, leaving her in a matching lace and undies set.

  “Mmmm, better. Much better.” Brock moaned as he climbed onto the bed.

  Two sets of hands brushed over her body. Brock’s and Slater’s honey and chocolate smell surrounded her, and she took in deep breaths of their scent. She was ready for this. She’d wanted this even before the bad news she’d had.

  Glancing between both men, Sammy wondered why she’d waited so many months to give them a chance, but she was glad she did. She was one hundred percent sure they were right for her, and they’d given her the chance to get her confidence back. They were both every woman’s dream. Tall, dark skinned, handsome, sweet men, who were good to their woman, and on top of it all they both had bodies to die for and they were all hers.

  Sammy ran her hands up and down their chests, a hand on each set of tight, toned muscled abs. “I love your bodies. They’re amazing.”

  They both grinned at her. “We think your body is a wonderful, wonderland delight. I personally can’t wait to get to explore it,” Slater said as his fingers traveled up and down all over her body, leaving trails of burning desire in their wake.

  Brock kissed his way up her body pausing at a breast to suck one nipple in before doing the same to the other. His hands slid up and down her body, never being anywhere close to Slater’s. Sammy closed her eyes as sensations bombarded her, and the beginning of something Sammy hadn’t felt before started to build.

  Slater whispered against her breast, “I have to taste her pussy.” Slater scooted down her body trailing nips against her fevered skin along the way until his mouth hovered over her pussy, and he licked her from top to bottom.

  Sammy screamed in pleasure at the first contact of Slater’s rough tongue and Brock’s fingers as he tweaked her sensitive nipples and sucked at her neck.

  “Oh Brock, she’s soaking.” Slater licked her pussy and sucked on her clit with such force she gripped down on Brock’s head and felt his teeth sink into her shoulder on a growl as she came undone.

  “Oh God!”

  Slater looked up from between her legs and smirked. “No. Not God. Slater. This time when you come scream my name.” He moved back to her pussy, and he became relentless, fingers added to his brilliant tongue.

  Brock’s mouth seemed to be everywhere else on her body. His hands stroked over her leaving trails his mouth followed.

  “Brock,” she whispered as his breathed over her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. She closed her eyes unsure if she could take anymore.

  Brock’s mouth and fingers left her, and she moaned, “Noooo.”

  “Protection, do I need to get a condom?” Slater’s eyes were dark, and Sammy could see the bear flashing through.

  “I’m on the pill. I have been for years. I’m clean. I was tested before I left the hospital. Is there any reason I need you two to wear one?”

  “No, beautiful. Shifters can’t catch anything. We’re clean.”

  Sammy nodded. “Take me. Make love to me.”

  “Shit. Brock, I can’t wait. My bear’s about to burst through. I have to claim her.”

  Brock moved away as Slater glided up her body. She felt his cock line up at her entrance, and he pushed his way in. Sammy arched into his touch, searching for her second release. Slater’s hands came up cupping her face so she looked into his eyes as he eased all the way in.

  “We’re going to claim you now, Sammy. You’re our mate. The other half of our soul. Once we do this we won’t let you go. You’ll be ours. No going back.”

  Sammy nodded. She wanted this so bad. She wanted Brock and Slater to be hers and hers alone.

  Slater’s mouth took hers in a kiss that left her mindless. He started to move, and the warmth that covered her body spread. Nothing had ever felt this good. Sammy had had sex before, but nothing like this … this consuming passion.

  His thrusts got faster, and she moved her hands around to cling to his back. Growls vibrated from Slater. He pumped into her, and she knew she was about to go. Slater pulled away from her mouth, and she panted for air as he leaned down biting where her shoulder met her neck.

  “Slater!”

  Her release washed over, and she dug her nails into his skin. Slater grunted against her, and she felt him stiffen as he tore his mouth from her shoulder and yelled, “Samantha!”

  Slater leaned back down and lapped at her shoulder for a moment before he groaned and kissed her, then moved off her.

  Sammy was in a fogged-out bliss. Her body felt like mush, and when Brock came up and took the place Slater had vacated, she sighed.

  Brock wrapped his
arms around her and sat her up, placing her legs around his body. He sat on his haunches and slowly moved her down so he slid into her. Sammy quivered at the feel of Brock inside her. He was thicker than Slater, who was longer, but Brock’s thickness felt good as he kept an easy pace. The burning need built again, and she shook her head as she didn’t know if she could explode again. Sammy had never orgasmed more than once, let alone three times.

  “I can’t take anymore. No, I … please. Brock, I need to … I’ve never….”

  Brock snarled and held her tight to him. “I have waited for you, for this. You can come for me.” He pistoned into her becoming relentless, and in her already sensitive state she couldn’t take anymore.

  Brock crashed his mouth to hers, and she felt Slater’s lips kissing his way up her back. Shivering at the onslaught, she yelled her release as Brock growled and bit down on the opposite shoulder from Slater.

  Euphoria settled over her, and for the first time in her life she’d had three intense, mind-blowing orgasms. Sammy felt like she floated on clouds. Brock fell forward on top of her sweat-coated body. He rolled to the side and kissed her shoulder.

  “You are ours now. Samantha Gardner, you are our mate.”

  Sammy felt Slater snuggling behind her, and she relaxed back against him. These two men were now hers.

  ****

  Awakening with Sammy lying on his chest was Brock’s idea of heaven. He looked over to see her feet tangled with Slater’s. Her thick, long chestnut hair tickled his chin, and her arms wrapped around his torso hugging him.

  Brock ran his fingers up and down her back. His mind went over the small facts he had learnt about Breakaway precinct. They’d done nothing when Sammy had reported Greg. They claimed to not have known that Michael, Greg’s partner, was a serial killer. Brock had been working with the internal affairs searching for things on Breakaway precinct. They had found a lot of suspicious things but nothing they could use. What Sandy had told him at the hospital had been some help, but they needed more.

  Brock’s captain had a plan. He wanted to help Brock and the Internal Affairs catch the corrupt cops. There were a few weak links that just needed a push before they would crumble and give Internal Affairs what they wanted. Brock knew Sammy could be that push. He didn’t want another woman to be treated like Sammy had. The plan his captain had was risky, but with Greg out they needed to take action. Brock didn’t trust the guy.

  Sammy was everything to him. Brock knew he would worry about her until he could get Greg and the culprits for letting it get as bad as it had. Brock would never forget the image of the first time he’d met Sammy. She had lain in the hospital bed battered and looking close to death’s door. Brock would never let anything hurt her again.

  Taking a deep breath of her scent he smiled as the smell of his and Slater’s scents clung to her. Sammy was now officially their mate. Holding her tighter to him he knew he loved her more than anything in the world.

  Brock was going to make her safe. Decided, he kissed her head. He would call his captain today and get the ball rolling on the plan.

  Chapter Eight

  Sammy had moved in the day after he and Brock mated her. Slater had never been happier in his life. He and Brock had kept a close vigil on her since the news of Greg getting out of jail. If he wasn’t with her Brock was.

  Today he’d taken the whole day off, and he and Sammy were going furniture shopping. Brock was going to join them in the afternoon. They had gone to the mall first, and Sammy had chosen an outdoor setting, quilt covers, towels, and little bits and pieces. Sammy, he, and Brock had discussed if they should bring hers and their furniture together, or start fresh and get things they both liked. They’d settled on starting fresh. They had a new house and were now mated, so they wanted fresh and new stuff to move forward with.

  They were at the first furniture store, and Sammy had chosen antique green leather lounges. Slater was surprised at Sammy’s choice. She’d walked in and gone straight to what she liked. It was nice to see Sammy sure of herself and what she wanted.

  The salesman come over to them as Sammy sat on the sofa and wiggled her bum and lay back checking if it was comfortable.

  “Ma’am, can I be of any insistence?”

  Sammy smiled up at the sales assistant. “Yes. Do you have this in two seats? I like the three seat sofa and the single, but I’d like the two as well.”

  The sales assistant’s eyes lit up, and Slater could see the dollar signs flashing. The assistant clearly didn’t notice Slater standing behind him gazing at Sammy.

  “Do you like it, Slater? Do you think Brock will like them?”

  “I like them, angel. I think they’re a good choice.” Slater grinned as Brock came in and went straight to Sammy, sitting next to her and leaning in for a kiss.

  Sammy’s face lit up as she beamed at Brock, then turned her gaze on him and held out her hand. “Come on, Slater, sit. Tell me what you think.”

  Slater didn’t hesitate. He sat on the other side of Sammy. The sofa was comfy, and they fit perfectly. “This is what you want, beautiful?”

  Sammy leaned in to him. “This will look so good in that big area. I say a three seat, two singles, and a two seat sofa.”

  “I agree, but are you sure you don’t want to look at the other shops first?”

  “No. I know what I want if you two are happy, too.” Sammy gripped his hand, and he could see the excitement in her eyes.

  “Okay.” Slater turned to the sales assistant, who stared wide eyed at them. Sammy was theirs. In their world she was more than a wife. “Could we please order what my wife said? A three seat sofa, a two seat one, and two armchairs that match.”

  Slater tried not to laugh as the sales assistant went back and forth among the three of them. Humans and their boxed in rules of how relationships should be were weird.

  “Sure. I’ll get that moving, sir.”

  Brock stood and helped Sammy up. “There is other furniture we need to look at. Why don’t you wait until the end after we’ve looked at everything as we may buy more?”

  The sales assistant nodded, and both Brock and Slater held Sammy’s hands. Together they wandered around the big furniture store, picking lamps, a coffee table, lamp table, and stools for the kitchen bench. They looked at dining room tables, but Sammy didn’t find anything she loved and was certain about like she had been with the other things. So they visited other stores.

  Slater was so exhausted by the end of the day that he couldn’t wait to just get home and snuggle with Sammy on the lounge. Sammy seemed to be filled with energy, and she was the one who reminded him that they had self-defense classes tonight.

  Brock was quieter than usual, and Slater could feel something was up. Slater even became the lead instructor that night at self-defense. He debated if he should ask Brock what was wrong, but he knew Brock would say something if it was a problem he needed help with.

  ****

  Sammy had been living with Brock and Slater for a week now and was the happiest she’d been in a long time, and the safest. Today, though she was nervous, she was going somewhere where it would put her out of her comfort zone, a barbeque with all of Brock’s precinct.

  The last time she’d met a bunch of cops it hadn’t gone well for her. It had started out okay, but then Sammy had overheard a conversation she shouldn’t have when she’d gone to the bathroom. Two of the men Greg had introduced to her were talking about one of their deals going bad and that they’d had to get rid of a guy and covered it up. She’d backed away and told Greg and his partner, only for Greg to then beat her and tell her not to say or breathe a word of what she’d heard. Sammy had been terrified.

  The next visit to a barbeque had been worse. They picked on her from the start and had all threatened to beat her or kill her if she told their secrets. And Sammy still hadn’t told their secrets.

  Sammy studied herself in the mirror. She wore her loose fitting clothes, the ones Greg made her wear to any event, that is, black pan
ts and a baggy grey top. She’d pulled her hair back in a ponytail and only had lip gloss on. Sammy was nervous. She didn’t want to do this again. She didn’t want to go through the nasty banter, the badge bunnies sneering at her and so on. She prayed they weren’t going to be anything like Breakaway precinct.

  Slater was supposed to come to the barbeque but had an emergency at one of his restaurants. She wasn’t happy to be going to the barbeque as it was, but with Slater not going she was willing to try anything to get out of it.

  She groaned, because she really had no choice but to go to the barbeque if she wanted to keep Brock happy, and she did. Sammy slipped into her black boots and walked to the lounge room where Brock was ready and waiting for her. He’d gotten ready in one of the other bathrooms, so he didn’t distract her. Brock stood as she came into the room, and Sammy’s breath caught at the sight of him. He looked good enough to eat. He was clean shaven, and his jet black locks were slicked back. He wore black jeans and boots, with a white and blue striped long sleeved, fitted shirt.

  Wow. Sammy almost came right there. He was heavenly. Brock smiled, and she stumbled back. Brock was dangerous, so who knew he could look like a god? He’d been gorgeous before, but tonight, tonight she wanted to forget about the barbeque and have him all to herself.

  “You didn’t forget about the barbeque, did you? We got ready separately so you would get ready. How much longer do you need?”

  Confused, she shook her head and tore her gaze from the dark angel before her. “None. why?”

  “Because you’re not dressed. You look ready to stay in and watch a movie.”

  “You don’t want me to wear this?” She pointed to her baggy top and pants.

  She stared at him, and she could see his eyes turning a darker blue. She squeezed her thighs together at the intense look. She backed up as he stalked her.

 

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