Hers

by Hazel Gower

  “Thanks for coming tonight. I know you had to leave your restaurant with a low staff, and it must be stressful worrying about it, but I really appreciate what you did.”

  Slater kissed her head. “I would do anything for you. You’re more important than any of my restaurants.”

  Sammy looked up at him. “I hate him, you know.”

  “Who?”

  “Greg. I hate him for making me so terrified at the thought of him. Those people who said that stuff, do you know I met them four times? Once at the local cop pub, at a birthday celebration, and the other two were at barbeques just like I went to tonight. The second time I met them I was covered in bruises from a beating from Greg. I can’t remember what I’d done. I told them that I tripped and fell down the stairs. The third time I met them I had a black eye, and I think I’d cracked a rib. I told them I was playing a game with Greg’s dog, and he jumped me, head-butting me. The last time I just said I ran into a door.”

  Sammy sat up and got of the bed. Now she was safe she could let her anger out, and she was furious. Slater sat up on the bed and didn’t say anything. He just looked at her. She could see his eyes flashing bear, but otherwise he seemed calm.

  “They were cops, for crying out loud. I knew they weren’t good cops, especially after the things I learned, but you think they could fake being good ones a bit better. The last time I didn’t even try with my excuse. I mean, come on. Even I would know if a woman told me they ran into a door what it really meant. You know something? I … I know I’m not the only woman they didn’t help, that they hurt. There are not many women in that precinct for a reason. I spoke to one nice police girl, and then I didn’t see her again. I asked about her but got a broken wrist for that question.” Sammy scrubbed her hand over her face. “Do you think I should have done more?”

  Now that she thought about it, Sammy wondered if staying silent and making sure she was safe had been the wrong thing to do. Sammy stared at Slater and hoped he didn’t think she was selfish for going into hiding and worrying only about herself.

  Slater got off the bed and came to her. His hands undid the zipper on her dress and slid the straps off. It pooled at her feet. “I think you are amazing. For you to go have through what you did and come out sane is a huge feat. You reported what happened to yourself, and nothing was done. It got worse. Of course you wouldn’t have tried to check on the policewoman. What more could you have done?”

  Sammy closed her eyes as the tips of his fingertips glided over her arms, shoulders, and down her chest. “What about when I got to know Jake? Or even Brock before he did this?”

  His leaned down until his lips were inches from hers. “It was too late. Your trust in people, especially cops, was gone. I’m so proud of how far you have come. You are incredible. I can’t believe after what you just told me you still had the courage to go to the barbeque and be among a bunch of cops.”

  Slater’s mouth took hers, and he pulled her close to him. Sammy threw her arms around him and climbed up his body. One of his hands came to help hold her to him, and he turned backing to the bed and laid her down. Slater eased out of her hold and stripped his clothes off until he stood buck naked. His erection stood long and proud.

  “Beautiful, I love you and am so damn proud of you. I feel very lucky to have you as my mate.”

  Staring at his magnificent body as he slowly settled himself over her so he caged her, Sammy thought she was the lucky one. Slater’s eyes smoldered with lust, and his lips were curled in a secret grin that made her melt. She ran her hands up and down his hard muscled chest loving the ridges of his six pack abs as she moved her hands over him.

  His fingers hooked into the seam of her undies, and he pulled them down whispering against her neck. “Lift up so I can show you how much I love you and think you’re amazing.”

  Wow. Sammy had no idea what a silver tongue Slater could have. His words had her heart beating faster and her anticipation building. She lifted herself up, helping slip the undies off. Slater took her breasts out keeping the bra on so it pushed them up like an offering.

  She moaned as Slater leaned down closer and rolled them so he was on the bottom with a massive smile on his face as he stared up at her. “I want you to ride me. I want to watch your tits as they bounce while you move yourself up and down on my cock.”

  Slater’s words had her pussy clenching and eager for what was to come. This was what she wanted, too. She wanted to explore his body. Have her way with him. Have fun.

  Running her hands over him she scooted down and rested between his thick thighs. She looked at the dick in front of her and experimented. She licked the side and up and over. Slater groaned, and she brought her hand down to wrap around it. Slater’s dick was rock hard but almost smooth and soft at the same time. She pumped it and sucked the head in getting a taste of salty pre-cum.

  “Fuccckkk, that feels good.”

  Having never done this before because Greg had said only sluts and prostitutes did it, Sammy was nervous. She was happy with Slater’s praise. Letting one of her hands rest on his chest she took more than just the head. Slater groaned, and she licked his cock and moved her mouth up and down until she got into a rhythm.

  “Sammmyyy, I’m going to come. You have to stop, please.”

  She hummed around his dick, and Slater roared. He took his cock from her mouth and flipped her so she was on all fours. Her mouth came crashing down on her pussy, and she shivered as he licked her clit and to her anus. His hands spread her arse cheeks, and she bit her lip as his tongue probed her core.

  Sammy gripped the sheets as a quivering in her built and spread. One of his hands let go of her arse, and his fingers came around to rub circles around her clit. She closed her eyes as a burning in her grew. Slater growled against her pussy, and she crumbled, letting herself go as he squeezed her arse and pushed down on her nub.

  Slater lapped at her and moaned as she came hard against him. Her arms didn’t hold her weight, and she fell down burying her face on the bed. Teeth sank into an arse cheek, and she squealed lifting herself back up.

  “No time to rest. It’s time to ride my cock.”

  Slater moved between her spread legs until they were face to face. His hands came to rest on her waist and then guided her to his cock. She didn’t take her gaze from his as Slater lined his cock up to her core. Sammy came down on his dick slowly. When he was seated fully inside her, she sat enjoying the full feeling.

  She rose and fell back down. The flames came instantly back to life, and she basked in the feeling of being the one in control. Sammy set an easy pace watching the blissful look on Slater’s face. She bounced on his cock until her speed wasn’t fast enough.

  Slater grunted, and his hands came to rest on her waist once more as he helped her with the strokes and the pace. “Play with yourself. Touch yourself. Please, beautiful.”

  Cupping her breasts she ran the pads of her fingers over her nipples and tweaked them as his cock eased out. Slater’s eyes hooded, and a guttural moan left his lips as she trailed her fingers down and rubbed her nub.

  Slater started slamming his hips up to meet her, and she ground herself against him. Sammy knew she was close. She let out a squeal as a finger rimmed her anus before it pushed in.

  “I’m going to take you here.” Slater’s muttered words as his finger pushed further in to her virgin arse had her screaming in pleasure and coming undone in a quivering mess.

  “Slater.”

  Slater’s snarl turned into a roar as he pushed up into her and yelled her name, his cum shooting up into her.

  Spent, she dropped to Slater’s chest and basked in the ecstasy. “Mmm, that was sooo good. I feel perfect now.”

  Slater chuckled, and she felt his dick slip out of her. “I’m glad you feel better.”

  “I do. I’m going to sleep now. I love you.”

  Slater kissed her head. “I love you, too.”

  Chapter Ten

  Brock didn’t get home until early ho
urs of the morning. He was happy with what they had accomplished. Breakaway precinct needed a clean out. It was full of corruption and many more things than they originally thought.

  Just the sight of Sammy had made the weaker in the bunch break, and once Internal Affairs had interrogated them they’d told them all they needed to know. Brock’s skills as a shifter and being able to smell lies and other emotions helped the case, and it had helped the investigation along.

  Brock was one step closer to making his mate safe. He’d proved today that he could protect his mate and find any threats to her. He deserved a mate.

  Opening the front door he shut it quietly, careful not to wake his angel. As he walked down the hall to their room a naked Slater came out of it, and Brock noticed that he looked furious.

  “Outside now, I’m not killing you in the house.”

  Brock could see as Slater started to grow and shift that he better get outside and find out what was going on. Not turning his back on the predator he backed to the door, opened it, and got out as Slater pushed him further back.

  “Move back. I need it out of hearing distance.” Slater snarled at him.

  Brock picked himself up and jogged backward until he was a good distance from the house. “What’s all this about, Slater?”

  Slater huffed, and Brock could see he was fighting to stay human. “Don’t tell me you’re so stupid you don’t know what the fuck you did to Sammy,” Slater yelled at him.

  “I just eliminated a threat to her.”

  A fist came at him hitting his nose.

  “You’re fucking kidding me, aren’t you? You terrified my mate. Brock, she ran from the bloody barbecue feeling betrayed that you did that to her, you fuckwit. You put Sammy in front of people that mistreated and terrified her, and from what I heard want her dead for information she has on them.”

  Brock noticed how Slater said his mate and not theirs. He knew Sammy had been upset, but Slater had seemed angrier than Sammy. “She will forgive me when I tell her that I have put Breakaway precinct to rights.”

  “How the hell are we related? How can you not see what you did was unforgivable? It’s taken us months and months to gain Sammy’s trust, and in one night you fuck it up. I had to call her back from her hiding safe place. I never want to do that again. It broke my heart to see her curl in a ball shaking and rocking in a trance. I will never get that image out of my head.” With that Slater let his bear take over, and he attacked him.

  Not caring about his clothes Brock changed into his bear. He knew Slater was going for the kill.

  A big fat bear claw batted him to the ground with strength Brock didn’t know Slater had. He got up and they wrestled, but Slater was stronger than he’d ever been. Slater’s teeth ripped into his neck, and Brock grunted, fighting to get away

  Slater had him on the ground, and he struggled. He knew in that moment he wouldn’t win. Brock was going to die.

  “Slater, let him go now.” Sammy screamed at them.

  Brock struggled to see Sammy in his last moments. She wore a robe, no shoes, and she ran towards them.

  “Don’t, Slater. Don’t kill him. I get to be angry at him, but don’t kill him.”

  Slater’s hold eased on him. Sammy came to them both. She held the robe together and glared at the both of them.

  “Change back now.”

  Neither he nor Slater changed. Sammy placed her hands on her hips and stomped her foot.

  “Change back now, both of you, or so help me God I will do something neither of you will like.”

  Slater’s bear mouth came off him, and they both changed back, the change healing him. Slater was on top of him, his arm across his neck cutting off air flow.

  “Let Brock go and move away now, Slater.” Sammy spoke slowly to Slater, but she stared daggers at Brock. “What the hell is going on?”

  Slater shrugged. “I was killing him.”

  Sammy shook her head. “And you.” She stepped forward and pointed at his chest. “What were you thinking?”

  “I didn’t start it.” Brock knew he sounded like a little kid, but he was tired. “I came home and come in the door, and he attacks.”

  “Arrrgghhh,” Sammy yelled at the sky, before taking a deep breath and looking back at him. “That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about yesterday. Why on earth did you put me through that hell? I can’t believe you did that to me. How could you do that to me? Brock, you knew how I felt about that precinct. What you did was cruel. They want me dead. I haven’t told their secrets for fear they would do what they threatened.”

  Brock felt his heart crack as she wiped tears from her eyes. He could smell the pain and hurt coming off of Sammy in waves. He had no idea what to say. He stood there naked and stared at her, unsure of what to do.

  When the minutes ticked by Sammy sobbed, “Answer me please.”

  Brock was too scared to answer, so he shrugged.

  Sammy slumped and moved further from him. She wrapped her arms around herself and in a guttural voice mumbled, “Why? Why? I hate you. Why did you do this to me? Please answer me why.” She repeated herself until she was hoarse.

  Brock looked to Slater, and he could see his eyes shining with his own tears as he watched their little mate almost collapse with her pain.

  He gathered Sammy to him, and she cried out. “Don’t you touch me. Don’t you ever touch me until you tell me why you did what you did?”

  Clearing his dry throat Brock debated if he should tell her the real reason or the reason he told himself. He glanced at Slater and knew he wouldn’t be any help. “I’m not good enough for you. I’ve never been number one at anything, or two or three for that matter. Mother always told me that another shifter would and could always do it better than me. I’ve never been good enough for anything. I remember when I first mentioned you to Mother eight or so months ago she told me to leave you be. A human would do better than me. So I thought if I could keep you safe better than anyone else I wouldn’t feel so inadequate. I would know that if I found out all those that hurt you and taught you how to defend yourself no other man or shifter would be better for you than me. I’ve done the opposite. I’ve proven I’m not good enough no matter what I do. I’m not better. I haven’t protected you from pain and hurt.”

  Brock could see Sammy’s eyes scanning his face. “You put me through last night because you wanted me safe and because you feel like you contribute nothing to this relationship? Because your mother is a stupid, spiteful bitch?”

  “Um, yeah. I also wanted to make sure what happened to you doesn’t happen to anyone else. Don’t you want those who hurt you brought to proper justice?”

  Sammy nodded and yanked her hands out of his hold. “Why haven’t you told me this before?”

  “It’s not something I wanted you to know. I have already failed.”

  “Ha, I don’t know about fail, but pissed me off majorly, that is a given.” Sammy held his hand and took a deep breath slowly letting it out. “You are not inadequate. You’re a huge part of this relationship. You’re the only one who’s had the patience to teach me to drive. You were the only one before last night who could calm me when I have a panic attack and go to my safe place. But put aside all that, you are the man I love. One of the men I love. I love you and Slater. I don’t know any other men who would have been as patient as you two or as supportive. I talked to Gwen, and she said shifters don’t usually wait as long as you did to take your mates. Most shifters are like your brothers. They take what they want and damn the consequences.” Sammy closed her eyes and pulled him along. “I’m still fuming mad and hurt at what you did, Brock, but I can see where you’re coming from. I have felt what you felt of never being good enough with Greg. I know you feel what you did was for me. I’d know if you were lying because Slater is pissed.”

  Sammy turned and winked at Slater. “There are some benefits to having two men, especially when they’re angry with each other. Come on. Let’s go inside. I need you both to hold me.
”

  Brock saw out the corner of his eye Slater’s smirk. He took deep breaths in and relaxed when he couldn’t smell pain or hurt radiating out of Sammy.

  Following her as she pulled him inside he thanked every god he could think of that she forgave him and still loved him. Brock promised he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her again, and he would learn to communicate even if it killed him.

  ****

  Sammy dragged Slater and Brock to their bedroom. She’d awoken in bed alone and gone in search of Slater, only to see out the window of the upstairs lounge room two big bears attacking each other. Knowing instantly who they were she had gone out to separate them.

  She still felt the pain and betrayal of what Brock had done, but in the morning light she could see that what he’d done was the right thing if it saved other people. When the boys changed back and Brock finally explained why he’d put her in the situation yesterday, she needed to know they both loved her and still wanted her. Sammy also wanted to make sure Brock knew he wasn’t inadequate. He was important and an equal in their relationship.

  Letting go of them, she undid her robe and climbed onto the bed. “Come cuddle me.” She couldn’t help the huge smile spread over her face as two naked men got on the bed. Slater came on her left and Brock on her right. Turning to Brock she snuggled into him. “I’m still furious at you, and my trust will take a while to come back. Don’t stay quiet anymore. Talk to me, or if not me, talk to Slater. What you did was wrong. Breakaway precinct being there was sprung on me after I’d been there and thought I was safe. I’m telling you now, Brock, I will never go to a police barbeque ever again. That’s a promise.”

  Sammy closed her eyes and leaned into Brock wrapping her arms around him and listening to his heartbeat as Slater rubbed her back.