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“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.