Ours

by Hazel Gower

  Growling, she stormed in front of them and switched the TV off. “What the hell are you two doing in my house? For Christ’s sake, Philip, you live next door, and, John, can’t Dad feed you?” They looked anywhere but at her. “You two better not have eaten all my dinner.”

  She groaned when two sets of puppy dog eyes fell on her, and Philip whined out, “Oh come on, sis, I could smell the lasagna last night when you were cooking it, and you know it’s one of my favorite dishes that you do.”

  Snarling, Sandy went over and slapped both their heads. She grabbed the last miniscule piece of lasagna and walked away yelling, “If you’re not out of my house by the time I shower and dress for bed, I swear I won’t be accountable for what I do. And stop eating all my food.”

  Shoveling the last of the lasagna into her mouth, Sandy slammed her bedroom door and walked into her bathroom to turn on her shower taps. Placing the empty plate on her bathroom vanity, she took her clothes off, chucked them in the hamper, and hopped under the calming hot spray. She rinsed her hectic, long day off.

  Sandy closed her eyes and knew if she didn’t get out soon, she would fall asleep in the shower. She turned off the water. Praying her brothers listened to her for once, she grabbed the towel, wrapped it around herself, and strolled out to her room. Hearing quiet, she collapsed on the bed so she could rest her eyes for a moment or two before she cleaned up her brothers’ mess. She moaned as an image of a tattooed, tall, muscular, sapphire blue-eyed man and an older, taller, tanned man with short black hair and emerald green eyes came into view the second she closed her eyes.

  Sandy hadn’t stopped thinking about Jake and Zack since she met them. They were gorgeous, every woman’s desire. Sandy wished she could have just one night with them. She knew they were out of her league and probably went for skinny blondes, or at least women who weren’t in double digits. But any time she thought of Jake and Zack, her body seemed to beg for their touch. It was like she was in heat.

  Groaning, she took a couple of deep breaths and let her imagination go as she nodded off.

  ****

  Zack looked at the cottage in front of him as he pulled his Harley into the driveway and watched Jake’s black Porsche pull in behind him. After getting off his bike, he walked to the front door and knocked. He waited while he heard Jake stomp up behind him.

  “All the lights are out, and you got here a good couple of minutes before me. Were they out then?” Zack shook his head and his cousin muttered, “I’ll just open the door. Susie said she would go to bed early as she had the morning open shift for work today.”

  Zack looked to see if his cousin was serous. Yep, there was no mirth in his eyes. “You have got to be joking. Aren’t you a cop?”

  Jake shrugged. “She’s our mate.”

  “Really. You are okay with breaking into our feisty little mate’s house. The mate that kicked you in the balls and showed no remorse.” Zack groaned as Jake grinned and pushed past him.

  “I’m not breaking in. The door is going to open.”

  Zack raised his eyebrow at his cousin.

  “Well, it will with shifter strength. We will buy her a new door tomorrow.”

  Not even bothering to argue with Jake, Zack watched as Jake turned the handle and heard the strain and the pop as the door burst open.

  “See, Zack, it was open.”

  They walked into a small hallway that had a door to the right and on the left an arch into a lounge room. The house was quiet. They walked farther down the hall to the kitchen and family room. Zack took a deep breath and followed his nose to where the strawberry and honey scent was the strongest.

  A room at the back of the house had the door shut. Slowly opening it so not to disturb their mate if she was sleeping, Zack crept into the room. In the middle of the room against the wall were a queen-sized bed and the prize he and Jake were looking for.

  Sandy lay in a pink towel in the middle of the bed. She looked like a little pixie taking a nap. Sandy’s fire-engine red hair sprawled around her. The towel had slid open, and he could see her creamy white flesh with little freckles splayed across it begging for him to play connect the dots. Her large breasts and pink, pointed nipples made Zack’s mouth water, and he knew she was the only woman who could cure his lust. Gazing hungrily at the rest of her body, he slowly removed his own clothes to join her on the bed.

  He heard Jake mutter, “She’s too beautiful to leave here like this and not have a taste.”

  They climbed on the bed, awed at the gift they had been given. “Our mate is enthralling. Like a little sprite calling to us in her dreams.” Zack looked over at Jake, who nodded his agreement. Zack’s hungry eyes never left their mate as he studied her. “I think we should wake her.” This time he grinned wickedly over at Jake.

  “I think we should too,” Jake replied before leaning down and licking one of her nipples. He groaned. “Yum, she tastes better than she smells.”

  Zack leaned down and licked her other nipple. She shivered and let out a moan, arching toward Jake. This time he sucked the tip of her nipple into his mouth before he took more, circling it with his tongue. Zack leisurely moved his hands down her stomach, pushing away the last of the towel. Finding the treasure he was seeking wet and ready for them, he slid down her body to lap at her cream.

  She surprised him by sighing out his name. “Oh, Zack.” Well, well, my little firebird does like me.

  He couldn’t help the grin as he gave a gentle tug on her clit and sucked it into his mouth. He looked up to watch as her arms come around to hold Jake’s head to her breasts.

  “Like that, Jake.”

  He and Jake both froze, glancing at one another before checking Sandy’s face to see her eyes still closed. She whined and arched towards them. Chuckling, he and Jake got back to their tasks with extra zest.

  Zack didn’t know how much longer he could last without taking her. His bear was riding him to claim their mate. Easing a finger into her pussy, he bit his tongue as her muscles squeezed around the digit. “Jake, she is so tight and sopping wet. Let’s make her come before I take her.” Jake gave him a nod and lightly pinched one nipple while sucking the other in. Zack dove down, adding a second finger, and gave a gentle nip on her nub. Sandy screamed as her body pushed down on his fingers and clamped around them. God, he couldn’t wait any longer.

  Removing his fingers, Zack sucked them into his mouth so he didn’t waste any of her honey and moved up her body until he aligned his cock at her entrance. He was slowly moving into her body when she awoke, sleep-dazed, and her lust-filled eyes popped open.

  “Oh God, if I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me. I want this so badly.”

  He gritted his teeth as she moved down on his cock, yelling in pain and freezing as tears slid down her cheek. Sandy was way too tight. He wondered if she’d done this before. She was in her twenties.

  Studying her eyes that were now wide awake and staring at him and Jake, Zack wiped at the tears rolling down her face. “I’m so sorry, little Firebird. Are you a virgin?” She looked at him and Jake and then down at their joined bodies.

  “I was a virgin. I’m not now. Thank God Susie bought me that Lady Finger for my birthday. Otherwise, I’m sure that would have hurt a lot more.” She wiggled her bottom and moved it up, testing his endurance. “How on earth did you two get in here? What are you two d—”

  Jake didn’t let her finish. His mouth come down on hers as Zack slid carefully out.

  Zack snarled as she arched up trying to push him back into her tight slick core. “Sandy… Firebird, you have to let me control this. You’re so tight and it’s pushing me over the edge.” Jake pulled away and Zack watched as she closed her eyes and tried to calm her rough breathing. But she still panted.

  “More, give me more.” She gave a shy smile to Jake. “Suck on my breasts again.” They both complied, and they heard her whisper, “Just for tonight. They will be my fantasy for the night. I’m going to have what I’ve wanted from the moment I met the
m.”

  Zack shot a look at Jake who let his eyes fall and mumbled, “Ours. We claim her and show that we will be hers every night.”

  Smiling, Zack nodded at Jake and took a hold of Sandy’s hips, pulling himself almost all the way out of her pussy before thrusting home. When she yelled his name, a shiver of pleasure went down his back, and he picked up his pace.

  Zack roared, not able to hold himself back any longer. Leaning down, he lifted her up so her chest met his and bit her shoulder.

  Sandy screamed out her orgasm. “Oh, Zack.” Her vagina squeezed every last drop of cum from his body.

  More sated than he’d ever been in his life, he eased out of her body and laid her back down as Jake moved to take his place.

  Reaching the head of the bed, he lay down and placed his mouth over hers. “Thank you, my little Firebird.”

  Sandy moaned into his mouth as Jake slowly moved into her pussy.

  ****

  Jake was in heaven as he eased into his Little Red’s body. Her nipples were hard ripe strawberries, pointed high in the air as she tried to help take his thick cock into her. She was so tight, and he was glad Zack had gone first as Jake was thick and round where Zack was long.

  He fought his bear to be gentle as they now knew she had been a virgin. He groaned when her mouth left Zack’s and she panted, “Jake, you are so thick. I don’t …um, oh my.”

  He focused on her lips as he slid all the way in. Sandy bit her bottom lip as her hands gripped Zack’s, and Jake could see the marks from her nails.

  Zack leaned down and licked his mate mark and Jake’s own bear growled. Claim. Take. Make her ours. Picking her legs up, he wrapped them around his waist and held her to him as he pistoned into her.

  “Jake, Jake, give me… I need… Oh please, I need.”

  He grinned down at her as she pushed herself up, trying to get what she needed. Zack sat up behind her and kissed down her back. Jake closed his eyes to block the images before him, but that just made it worse as he then focused on the sensations coursing through his body. Sandy’s hot pussy fit him like a glove.

  Jake opened his eyes to a goddess staring at him. Her passion-filled eyes gazed into his, her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, and her hair lay in wet curls that clung to her body.

  “Little Red, you are the most enthralling sight I have ever seen.” His lips brushed hers. “I’m in awe at the goddess before me.”

  She moaned against his mouth, and she reached up and ran her hands through his short hair.

  “I don’t need the beautiful words. Just fuck me. Make me come, Jake. I want to scream your name.”

  Resting his forehead against hers, he breathed in her scent and looked up at Zack who nodded and mouthed, “We have forever to convince her, make her ours.” Jake let himself go and felt his bear come to the surface. With a roar, he picked up his pace, pushed her breasts up, and leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth.

  Sandy sighed into him and held his head in position. “That’s it. Right there. Give it to me, Jake.”

  Her encouragement was all he needed to put him over the edge. Lifting his head, he growled and bit down on her other shoulder. Zack lapped at his mark. Sandy shouted his name as her core quivered around his cock, milking every last drop of cum from him.

  Collapsing back on the bed, Jake turned them to the side and felt the weight on the bed change as Zack got off and wandered into the bathroom. He came back with a towel and a washcloth.

  Jake kissed Sandy’s forehead as a wince escaped her when he slipped out of her, and Zack gently cleaned her with the warm cloth.

  Sandy buried her face into his chest and groaned, “Thanks.”

  Jake watched as Zack took the towel and cloth back to the bathroom. Then he joined them on the bed.

  They both kissed their mate marks and mumbled, “Ours.”

  Sandy sighed and snuggled between them, and Jake watched as she drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Three

  Sandy woke to aching muscles she didn’t know she had. Stretching, she thought that the self-defense class at the gym last night must have given her a more of a workout than she thought. But when both her hands came in contact with hard muscular bodies, Sandy let out a squeal and sat up as all of last night’s events came back to her. She stared at the two gorgeous men in her bed as they looked back at her.

  “Holy shit, you guys are really here?” A hysterical giggle escaped her as they both gave her wicked grins. “How on earth did you get in? I’m sure I locked my front door, and my brothers would have taken the side exit. Did they leave that door open?” They both shrugged, and she narrowed her eyes. “Why are you here? Why me? I’m sure I’m nothing like the women you usually go for. I’m short, fat, and to top it off, a redhead.”

  They both snarled and sat up. Zack pulled her over to him and kissed her with a passion that left her almost begging for more. As his lips left hers, he smacked her bottom. Speechless she stared at him. “Don’t let me her you hear say that about yourself again. You’re perfect.” Jake grabbed her and gave her a morning kiss too.

  Zack jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom, grinning. “Morning, my little firebird.”

  Jake moved her so she straddled his naked body. Finding her voice, she shrieked as she realized she was also naked. “You’re naked. I’m naked.”

  Jake didn’t answer except his lips came down on hers again, and his tongue snuck out, tracing the seam, before she opened and her tongue meet his in a tangle. They pulled away panting when the bed dipped, and Zack took her from Jake, leaned over, kissed her shoulder, and then got off the bed. “Good morning, my Little Red. And I feel the same way. You’re beautiful.” He trailed his fingers down her chest and squeezed her fleshy stomach.

  She shot Jake a glare as he wandered to the bathroom. She turned that glare on Zack too. “Stop calling me those things, and answer my questions.”

  Sandy’s words seemed to have no effect on them in the position she was in. Growling, she pushed on Zack’s hard chest. A sigh escaped her and her traitorous body started to heat up as her hands trailed down rock-hard abs. Oh God, what was is it about these men that turned her into a weak woman?

  A banging on her bedroom door broke the spell she was under, and she jumped out of Zack’s arms as her brother yelled, “What the hell are a Porsche and a friggin’ Harley doing in your driveway?”

  She shot a shut-up look at both men as growls escaped them, and they seemed to grow and their eyes glowed. Oh shit. What was going on? Glancing at them before she turned back to the door, she muttered, “Explanations later, now quiet.” They didn’t say anything, and the hair that had started to grow on their humongous bodies receded.

  Taking a deep breath, she said in a calm-as-possible voice, “Give me a minute, Philip, and I will explain. I just need to shower and get dressed.”

  Turning to the two men she mouthed, “Stay.”

  There was a pause before her brother answered, “Five minutes tops and I’m coming in, Sandy.”

  Sandy groaned and ran to the bathroom. She shut the door and turned the shower on. After getting in, she washed the crazy thoughts of what she saw in her exhausted state out of her mind. She must have imagined it.

  Closing her eyes, she dunked her head under the spray, only to open them as hands came around her waist and pulled her into a hard body. Lips came down on her shoulder, and hands leisurely travelled up her stomach to cup her breasts.

  “Zack, I don’t have time to play.” He hummed against her shoulder, and his hand slid down to dip into her pussy.

  “Firebird, there is always time for play.”

  Her head fell against him as ecstasy set in. “Where is Jake?” She panted as he nipped at her neck.

  “He went out to meet Philip.”

  Sandy tensed, spinning in his arms. “He what?”

  She pushed at Zack and jumped out of the shower without bothering to dry herself before she ran into her room to see it empty. She heard a loud cras
h from the direction of her kitchen. Grabbing the closest thing to her, she shoved it on and ran out of her bedroom.

  Arriving in the kitchen, Sandy screamed at the sight before her. On her kitchen floor were smashed glasses and two men she knew well fighting. One was her lug of a brother, and the other was one of the idiots she slept with last night.

  “Stop. Stop right now.” They continued beating the crap out of each other. After growling in frustration, she screeched, “Stop! Stop right now, you two, or so help me God, you will not like the consequences.”

  Sandy stomped her foot for more emphasis and winced when a piece of glass cut her. The fighting came to a stop instantly, and she heard a snarl from behind her as Zack picked her up. Her cut was forgotten as his bare chest glistened with water droplets. Her eyes followed trails of water down his chest and watched them hit her body. Oh wow, his chest was magnificent. His tattoos stopped at his shoulders. Sandy slowly traced a water drop down.

  Zack took a deep breath and whispered to her, “I would cut that out, little Firebird, if you want to get this mess sorted out.”

  Her brother gave a huff as he fixed his shirt. “The only mess we will be sorting out is why the hell you two are in my sister’s house.” Philip walked over to Zack and tried to take her out of his arms. “Give me my baby sister.”

  Zack growled and she shot him a glare. “Put me down n—” She was interrupted by the sound of her front door slamming open and her father and brother yelling for her.

  “Oh my God. This is so embarrassing.” Sandy buried her face into Zack’s chest, only to realize what she was doing. She pushed on his chest when she heard her dad’s booming voice. “Zack, put me down.”

  He held her tighter and kissed her forehead. “No, you cut your foot because of these idiots.”

  Sandy groaned as her dad snarled, “What is going on here? Why are you holding my daughter? Baby girl, why are these men in your house? These men aren’t bothering you, are they? And what the hell happened to your front door?”

  Pushing at Zack’s chest again and getting nowhere, Sandy sighed. “Dad, I’m fine. Everyone was just leaving, weren’t you?” The “No” answers were unanimous around her. “Crap! Well, can we move out of my kitchen?”