Hers

by Hazel Gower

  Brock cleared his throat. “Angel, you’re my first real relationship. Before you, my relationships were two of us getting what we wanted and parting ways. You have changed the game for me. What I’m doing right now I’ve never done with another woman.”

  Sammy closed her eyes relishing the soothing touches of her men. She liked knowing she was the only woman that Brock had lain in bed and cuddled.

  “I wanted to make sure you are safe. I need you. I love waking up to you in the mornings. I love coming home to you. Even when you weren’t living with us it felt so good to know I could come and see you and you would touch and hold me. I love knowing you’re mine. Ours.”

  Brock kissed her lips gently at first before his tongue slipped into her mouth. Slater’s hand came down her back and massaged her arse. She felt Slater’s hot breath on her skin, and her relaxed body came alive at the feeling of both her men. Sammy didn’t want to talk anymore. She wanted her men to make love to her.

  Pulling Brock closer she devoured his mouth and dug her blunt nails into his back as Slater bit her arse cheek and growled.

  “I told you I was going to take you here. I’m dying to feel your virgin hole around me.”

  Sammy felt cold lubricant slid down her crack and a finger slowly ease in and out. Brock moved his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her neck. She let go of his back and moved around to his chest. She needed something to hold onto as the strange sensations of Slater’s finger easing in and out of her arse and nothing in her pussy made her focus on it more.

  Brock rubbed his cock against her clit, and his hands tweaked and caressed her breasts. Sammy needed something. Her body was awash with building pleasure. Slater added a second finger. The pain and pleasure with Brock’s mouth and hands were getting too much.

  Sammy gripped Brock’s muscular arms moaning as the two fingers that had been pumping in and out of her arse eased out. She felt a strange loss as the slight pleasurable pain went. The feeling came back as more lube was put on her arse, and this time she felt the head of Slater’s cock nudging the ring of her anus.

  “Relax, and push out,” Slater whispered against her ear.

  Doing as she’d been told she relaxed back against Slater and tried to keep her breathing easy as he pushed farther in. The burning paining intensified, and she panted, squeezing Brock’s arms.

  Brock’s fingers came down to play with her nub, and his cock rested at her empty core. At the feel of Brock’s fingers rubbing her clit she closed her eyes and concentrated on the different feelings, a stretching pleasurable pain and a delicious tingling that coursed through her body at the feel of a forbidden delight.

  “Kiss me. Help me. I need … I feel…” She panted at Brock unsure of how to reach the orgasm she wanted.

  “What do you want, angel?” Brock whispered against her lips

  “You. I don’t know. I need help. Please.”

  “Fuck. Brock, she’s so tight. I don’t know if we’ll both fit. I’m fighting to get fully seated in her and not come.” Slater sounded like he was in agony.

  Sammy pushed herself back on Slater pushing him deeper. She whimpered as he smacked her arse.

  “I’m in, Brock. I’m not going to last.”

  Brock groaned, and Sammy squealed as she felt Brock’s dick slowly thrust into her pussy.

  “Oh my God. I feel so full. Nothing has ever felt like this.” An onslaught of wicked sensations bombarded her. It was like her senses overloaded. Sammy didn’t know what feeling to go for as they all came at her.

  Sammy was done for when Slater and Brock pistoned into her, one coming out as the other slid in.

  Slater moaned. “I’m sorry, beautiful. Next time we’ll last longer.”

  Brock murmured against her lips as he pressed a kiss to them every now and then. “Angel, you feel soooo good. We’ll make it better next time.”

  Christ, if they made it any better than what Sammy felt right now she’d die of ecstasy. Their thrusts became faster, and she let herself fall. She blew apart screaming as the best orgasm she’d ever had washed over her.

  Her men swore, and two loud roars soon joined her groaning. Euphoria settled over Sammy as she became limp. The only muscles that worked were the ones she could feel pulsing around Slater and Brock.

  “Mmm. That was heaven.” Sammy snuggled into the bed. “I love you both so much. I’m one lucky girl. That is worth anything that anyone can throw at us.” She closed her eyes, not able to move even if the house burnt down around them.

  Brock brushed his lips over hers, and Slater nipped her shoulder. “We are the lucky ones,” Brick said as he brushed back some hair stuck to her face.

  Sammy didn’t respond. She just needed to rest for a moment or two.

  ****

  It took Sammy a while to fully forgive Brock for his betrayal, but he touched her anytime she was near and he held her throughout the night and apologized every morning for his behavior. Sammy told him that she’d forgiven him and that she loved him, but he still said it. Sammy had done one of the hardest things ever and talked to the DEA. She told them everything she knew. Sammy didn’t know if she would have the strength to testify in court and face any of Breakaway precinct, but she would try. She felt lighter for telling the secrets, and she knew she’d done the right thing. Sammy tried not to think about what they said they would do to her if she told. She had to have faith that her men and the DEA would protect her.

  Brock took her for a driving lesson every day, even when Sammy knew he was tired from work. She told him not to bother, to sleep and relax, but he’d told her she needed to learn. It would help her with her independence. She would have an extra way to get around and away if she ever needed it.

  As much as Sammy hated to admit it, what Brock had done at the barbeque had helped her. Sammy knew she was stronger than she’d thought, and she would fight if anything came at her like Greg did ever again.

  Sammy asked Slater and Brock to work on her self-defense moves. She was determined to never be the victim again. Slater or Brock drove her to her therapy, and twice now they had come and supported her at her group therapy. Slowly she was starting to settle in and come out of her cocoon.

  Tonight they were having date night. It was her turn to choose where they went, and Sammy had chosen ice skating. She knew the boys weren’t happy with her choice, but Sammy didn’t care. She’d endured barbeques, football matches, car rallies, and thriller movies, so tonight she was going to the ice skating rink and having fun.

  Sammy had spent the day looking at jobs. She was ready to get back to childcare full time. Her men never left her alone. They said until Greg was found and either killed or put back where he belonged, they weren’t leaving her alone. Brock had taken a couple of days off here and there, today included, but next week he would make up for the time as he was working overtime.

  Slater was due home any minute. Once he was changed they would go out to date night. The doorbell rang, bing-bonging through the house. Brock, who sat next to her as she sat with her laptop and looked through jobs while they waited for Slater, kissed her cheek and got up to answer the door.

  Sammy was surprised when Gwen came in with Matty in Brock’s arms bouncing up and down as Matty babbled. “Mummy took me to the fire station today. And guess what? Two big guys named Philip and John showed us everything. I even gotsta hold the big hose that water comes out of. How cool, huh?”

  Matty was so adorable. The look on Brock’s face was priceless as he tried to keep the squirming boy in his arms and not drop him. The love in his eyes for the boy shone through, and there was no mistaking what this boy meant to him.

  “That’s awesome, buddy. They were nice to you, were they?”

  “Oh yeah, Uncle Brock. Do youz know that they said Mummy is very pretty and they like her a lot.”

  “Really.” Brock set him down next to her, and Matty bounced up and down.

  Sammy had met Matty a couple of times before when she’d visited Gwen. He was a gorgeo
us, vibrant, four year old boy.

  “Aha. They said they were going puppy shopping next week, and I could go and choose their doggie.”

  Sammy laughed as Brock rolled his eyes and shot Gwen an “I can’t believe you let them say that to him” look. “What a bribe. Matty will love them for life,” he muttered.

  Gwen shrugged and didn’t look at her brother. “I broke the engagement off. I’m giving Philip and John a chance.” Gwen bit her lip. “Mum doesn’t know. She’s too busy with Susie’s and Sandy’s babies.” Gwen sighed. “Little Abby changed to a bear cub yesterday. Sandy is horrified. She thought she had a lot more time before they could change. Zack and Jake told her the babies wouldn’t change for months. They were right. They shouldn’t be able to, but for Abby and even Emily to be able to change means they’re strong alpha bears. Mum is ecstatic. She’s bragging to everyone.”

  Sammy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “No way, the babies aren’t even three months old. Why didn’t Sandy call me? I would have come around and…” Crap. She had no idea what she would have said or done to help Sandy.

  Gwen smiled sadly. “Yeah, she probably didn’t call you because you couldn’t have helped. Mum is happy to help. Mum and Dad are lapping up having cubs.”

  Sammy felt bad. She knew Matty was human and couldn’t shift. Sammy knew how Adele felt about it, too.

  Gwen shook herself like she was shaking off bad thoughts. “Look, I can find a babysitter if you say no. I know what I’m going to ask is last minute, but … Mum can’t look after him because then she’d find out and … and…” Gwen was getting herself all worked up.

  Sammy stood and hugged Gwen. “You don’t even have to ask. I would love to look after Matty.” Sammy let go of Gwen and turned to Matty, who was jumping on the sofa and all over Brock. “Would you like to come over and play with me, Uncle Brock, and Slater? Maybe you could sleep over and play Skylanders all night.”

  Matty’s little brown eyes lit up, and he squealed. “Yes. Yes. I’ll stay tonight and kick Uncle Brock’s butt.”

  Sammy laughed. “Not tonight, but tomorrow, or the next day would be awesome.”

  His little fist pumped in the air as he said, “Oh yeah.” Then Matty launched himself into Sammy’s arms.

  “What have I missed?” Slater said as he came in and took Matty out of her arms and flew him around the room.

  “Guess what, Uncle Slater? I’m coming to stay the night this week, and I’m going to kick your butt at Skylanders.”

  Slater placed Matty on the ground and tickled him. “No one can beat me. I am the games king. Arhhhh hahaha.” Slater tickled Matty until he was screaming for mercy and saying he would let him win at least one game.

  Sammy watched the scene as Brock pretended to come in and save Matty. Gwen laughed next to her. Wow. Slater and Brock would be awesome fathers. She was so lucky to have them. As she watched the scene before her, Sammy fell even more deeply in love with her men.

  Chapter Eleven

  Matty giggled as he slapped his hand down on the Snaps card. “Aunty Sammy, you’re really bad at Snap. You’re going to lose again if you’re not quicker.”

  Sammy smiled down at the adorable four-year-old. His brown eyes shone, and his dark curly hair sat in tangles on his head. Gwen had dropped him off a couple of hours ago so she could go on a date with Philip and John.

  Adele, Matty’s usual babysitter, was helping Susie and Sandy with their twins. Gwen also didn’t want her mother to know she was dating John and Philip and that she’d secretly called off her engagement. The man Gwen had been engaged to had bowed out happily when he’d learned that John and Philip were Gwen’s true mates.

  They all knew Adele would be furious. She’d been excited that one of her children would mate a shifter and keep the bloodlines pure, as she called it. So everyone had kept quiet about the situation. Sammy offered to look after Matty when Gwen went out on late night dates, and Gwen happily took her up on her offer knowing how much she loved Matty.

  “I am usually really good at Snap, but you’re just super-fast for me. This will be our last game tonight as your uncles should be home soon, and I need to get up and turn the oven off. I don’t want to burn the roast turkey.” This was the first time since finding out about Greg that they’d left her without one of them.

  “Yay! Uncle Brock and Slater will play Skylanders with me before I go to bed.” Matty jumped up, the Snap game forgotten, and ran to the lounge room yelling. “I’m going to go set the Wii set up.”

  Sammy laughed at Matty’s antics. He was so cute. She wanted a child as wonderful as he was, someday. Picking up the cards she put them away and went to the kitchen, checked on the roast, and turned the oven off. Turning the kettle on, she got the gravy out, as well as the gravy bowl, and started making gravy.

  The doorbell rang, and she glanced at her watch. Seven thirty-five. Later than she’d thought. Her boys should have been home half an hour or so ago. Sammy wondered who could be at the door at this time.

  Walking to the front door she looked through the peep hole and almost staggered back in shock. Adele stood on the other side. Crap! What did she do?

  “I can smell you. You might as well let me in. I can smell you’re mated to my son and Slater. I see I’ve been neglecting my duties.”

  Sighing, Sammy opened the door. Adele pushed past her inside.

  “Where is my grandson?”

  “In the lounge room getting Skylanders ready to play with Brock and Slater when they get home. I have a feeling he got distracted by the figures and is playing with them.”

  Adele nodded. “Is there anywhere we can talk?”

  “I was just making gravy in the kitchen. Come on, we can talk there.”

  Sammy walked back to the kitchen, cautious of Adele following behind her. Sammy went back to the gravy and started mixing it.

  “So what do you want to talk about?”

  “This silly notion you have that you can join my family and help my daughter break her engagement. You have made me look like a laughingstock.” Adele poked her finger into her chest this time. “You, little fat human, have changed all my plans by going behind my back.”

  Sammy had to stay calm. She could see Adele’s bear flashing in her eyes. Sammy knew if Adele changed she was dead. “Look, I think you need to talk this over with Gwen. I didn’t tell her to break her engagement. She did that all on her own.”

  “Gwen would never do that if she hadn’t felt she had the support,” Adele yelled at her.

  Sammy tried to keep her voice even as lights swirled around Adele and she grew. “Steven, he was the one who told her to go for it. He said he didn’t want her unhappy. I said I would help where I could, and I love Matty so I offered to look after him.”

  Adele changed, her clothes ripping and the tattered remains falling to the ground. She advanced on Sammy in bear form now, and Sammy knew she had to be very careful. Brock and Slater should be here to help her any minute, she hoped. Sammy prayed Matty stayed away. He shouldn’t see his grandmother angry like this.

  Sammy maneuvered herself to the French doors opening them and easing outside as the massive bear came at her. “Adele, remember Matty is here. Please change. I—”

  Shots were fired cutting off what she was saying as she hit the floor. The bullet scraped her arm and hit Adele in her bear form. She roared as bullet after bullet hit her. After the fourth shot she hit the ground almost on top of Sammy. Screaming at the sight of blood pooling around the bear Sammy crawled back into the house. She had to get to Matty.

  Matty came running out.

  “Move back now.”

  “But Grandma!” he cried.

  Standing up Sammy did a quick look for the shooter before she picked up Matty and ran behind the kitchen sink, crouching low. Sammy placed Matty behind her as Sammy’s worst nightmare came into the house and her view.

  Greg.

  “Hello, Sammy. I hear you’ve become a slut and an animal lover.”

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sp; Sammy stood making sure she hid Matty as much as possible. “Why are you here, Greg?”

  “I came to save you from the animals that have brainwashed you. I’m going to make you happy again and protect you.” He glanced behind him at Adele. “Looks like I got here just in time.”

  Sammy could feel her heart almost beating out of her chest. She was terrified. Matty was quietly sobbing behind her. Sammy told herself she needed to be strong for him.

  “Why did you come back for me? This time when they catch you, they won’t let you off so easily. If you go now I won’t report that you’ve come here to anyone. I’ll let you go free. Please. I’m not the same woman you knew. I won’t put up with how you treated me or talked to me.” Sammy moved towards an exit keeping Matty behind her. “If you go now you’ll live. If my men get home they will kill you. If you get any closer I will fight to my last breath to kill you myself. I’m not going back to that hell I lived in when I was with you.”

  It was the wrong thing to say. Greg lunged for her at the same time as she yelled.

  “Run, Matty. Run.”

  Sammy hit the kitchen tiles hard, ignoring the pain, knowing she was in a fight for her life. She told herself to fight. She’d prepared herself, and she could do it. Everything Brock and Slater taught her came to her in a whoosh, all the best spots to hit to make the most amount of damage. Brock and Slater had encouraged her to learn to protect herself. Brock had even said if all else fails, hit the balls as they are one of the most sensitive areas on a man.

  Greg pulled her hair bringing her up and slamming her head back down against the tiles. Sammy kicked and fought as hard as she could.

  “You’re mine. If I can’t have you no one else can,” Greg yelled at her.

  “Fuck you.” She went still and found where she wanted to hurt. Using all her strength she kicked Greg between the legs. He squealed and rolled off her, and she scrambled to get up. She couldn’t let him win. She would kill him if she had to. Grabbing the knife she’d been using to cut the dinner with she let herself go, all her anger, all the pain and frustration of what Greg had done to her. She knew by the end he would be dead, or she would be.