by Jenika Snow
The smell of Alric and Sam filled her senses, and she turned around, burying her face in Alric’s chest. She cried, her emotions a torrent. Sam’s arms came around her a second later. Alric brushed a tendril of hair away from her cheek, and she pulled back to look at him. When he removed his hand she could see blood smeared across his fingers, and her stomach roiled.
God, she was covered in Clay’s blood.
She looked at the man that had tormented her for her entire life. His body was beaten, his face unrecognizable. Nausea rolled through her.
I did that to him.
She kept her eyes trained on the ground because she didn’t want to see the carnage, didn’t want to look at the violence any longer. Sam moved in behind her and wrapped his arms around her as well. They were nude from shifting, and the smell of blood lingered on each of them.
But the scent of their love for her overrode all of that.
Closing her eyes, she didn’t know if this was the end or the beginning.
Everything will be okay, because I won’t settle for anything less.
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One week later
The carnage was cleaned, the scent of violence and blood gone, and as strange as everything was, Dalia actually felt peace. It may have only been seven days since she’d ended Clay’s life, and the nightmare he’d made for her, but after the shock had worn off all she’d felt was warmth and solace.
After the fight Alric had faced the storm and gone to where his former pack was. They’d come to the cabin hours later and after the story had been told, she figured they’d want her gone after causing so much trouble. In her pack she would have been killed or banished, but she hadn’t expected the welcome they’d given her, or the protection they’d offered.
They’d been brought into their pack, and she’d never felt such love or happiness before, not since she’d been with Alric and Sam.
It was enough to bring tears to her eyes for the hundredth time.
“You’re doing okay, baby?”
She nodded and smiled at Sam.
“The pack physician will be up later today just to make sure you’re still doing well,” Alric said and came up to give her a cup of warm cider.
“I’m fine,” she assured them.
“We want to make sure the baby is doing okay, too.”
Sam and Alric placed a hand over her belly, and as if the little baby in her felt their presence, he gave a tiny kick.
It wasn’t until she’d been in Alric and Sam’s life that she had realized what she’d been missing. It hadn’t been until she’d felt love that she had understood the meaning of truly living. It was this life she was supposed to live, and where she was supposed to bring up her child. And it was these men that had given her the hope and strength to actually find her own happiness.
Epilogue
Five years later
Sam ran his hands over Dalia’s bare ass and gripped her and pulled her closer. The feel of his steely erection prodding her thigh had her groaning into his mouth. Their bedroom door opened, and she glanced over her shoulder. Alric walked in, the robe he wore slightly opened at the neck, showcasing smooth, tanned flesh.
“They go back to sleep okay?”
Alric smiled and nodded before removing his robe and stalking towards the bed. After Clay’s death, Sam and Alric had done everything in their power to make their home hers as well. It had been tough at first for all of them as they adjusted, but when Brayden had been born it was like a weight had been lifted.
Looking into her oldest child’s face, seeing her eyes reflected back, nothing else in her past had mattered. He may have been conceived in the most horrid of situations, but the baby that had been brought into their world had changed it for the better.
Sam and Alric had been instant fathers. Just thinking about how they’d cherished and loved their son from the moment he’d entered the world had her heart swelling. Two years after Brayden was born she gave birth to a little girl, Celia. She had Alric’s eyes, and boy did that little girl have him wrapped around her finger. Just two months after having Celia she had found out she was pregnant again. When Harrison was born she knew instantly that Sam was the father. The scent of him had surrounded Harrison. She was glad she had been able to give both of her mates a biological child, but all of them parented and loved their three children, and that’s all that mattered.
Their house was full with the sound of children’s laughter, and that alone was worth anything she had endured in the past.
Shortly after Clay attacked she’d heard rumors floating through shifter towns. Apparently after Clay’s death the Braylocks hadn’t known what to do. They’d lost many shifters—their top males, in fact— and with Clay being their most valuable asset, pack leader, and also alpha heir, they’d been lost in many senses. It seemed the Braylocks didn’t have any kind of plan on if something happened to their alpha … which was insane given any sane and organized pack would know what to do.
But it also made sense seeing as Clay had run his pack like a dictatorship. Anyone who would have tried to broach the subject would have probably been slit open and left for dead.
In Clay’s eyes he was the one and only alpha, and would apparently live forever.
Looks like his final moments had been a surprise.
Pushing all those negative thoughts aside, she focused on the here and now. She stretched on the bed and felt Sam stir beside her. “Little Celia had a bad dream, and I thought for sure she would wake up Bray and Harry, but they sleep like logs.”
“I wonder where they got that from.” She grinned and kissed Alric as he settled in beside her. Their kisses started off slowly, and she closed her eyes and just enjoyed it. And then Sam started kissing her. He trailed his smooth, yet firm mouth along her jaw. Alric then moved his mouth along the nape of her neck. Both of their erections were full-blown, and the feeling was intense. It coursed through her and didn’t let up.
Not stopping his kisses, Alric smoothed his hand along the crease of her ass, spreading the cheeks slightly and running his lubricated finger over the puckered hole. Sam gripped her thigh at the same time that he moved his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply and running his tongue along hers. When he placed her leg over his, a current of air brushed along her sensitive folds. This position wasn’t new to any of them, but it was by far her favorite. She loved the feel of both of their cocks in her, moving as one. It was a heady feeling, one that stretched her wide and filled her completely.
Alric smoothed lubrication over her anus, and she stifled the moan that threatened to erupt from her. Thrusting her ass back, she silently begged him for more. She reached between her and Sam’s bodies, grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. He bit her lip in response then soothed the sting away with his tongue. She pushed until he was flat on his back.
She straddled his hips, felt the hard length of him part her folds and closed her eyes in pleasure. Alric took position behind her and placed a hand in the middle of her back and gently pushed her forward. Heart racing with excitement and desire, she pressed her breasts on Sam’s chest, felt her nipples harden in response and slanted her mouth on his. He tasted spicy and all male.
Sam positioned the tip of his erection at her entrance, and she lifted, giving him easier access. Slowly, oh so slowly, she lowered her pussy on his dick. Both of them grunted in response.
When he was fully inside her, he deepened the kiss while he reached behind her and spread the cheeks of her bottom. The air chilled her already slick hole, but when Alric placed the hot, hard tip of his penis at her back entrance, heat exploded inside her. Going just as slowly and gently as Sam had, Alric pushed his cock into her ass. She felt the stretch and burn that always accompanied anal, but the slight sting of pain always led to unimaginable ecstasy.
He was thick inside of her. They didn’t move for several long, agonizing seconds, letting her body adjust to the double penetration. Then, as if they couldn’t wait any longer either, Alric started to pull out.
When just his tip remained he hovered there for a moment then pushed back in. That was Sam’s cue to grip her hips, too, and he slowly retreated. Over and over they tormented her. When one would pull out the other would push in. She was never empty.
“So tight and hot.” Sam sounded out of breath, and sweat glistened on his forehead. Alric grunted behind her and tightened his hold on her waist. She was close to coming, what with the root of Sam’s shaft bumping her clit and the head hitting her G-spot. Alric’s cock in her ass gave her even more pleasure as he stretched her to the point of pain then swiveled his hips to apply just the right amount of pleasure.
“It’s so good. So good.” She panted and rested her head against Sam’s neck, breathing heavily and shaking from the force of trying to hold off the inevitable.
“Don’t hold back, baby. Come for us.”
“Tighten that sweet little pussy and ass around our cocks.” She didn’t know who had spoken—their voices mixed into one pleasure-filled auditory orgasm. As if their words had been the last straw, she clamped down hard on them and came.
She cried out as wave after wave of glorious pleasure washed through her. Alric stiffened behind her, his grunts mixing with her gasps. They pumped into her twice, and on the third time they slammed home, roaring out their release like rabid animals. It was feral and exhilarating, and the fact that she could feel their seed filling her body sent another series of smaller contractions going off inside her.
Dalia could no longer support her upper body and collapsed onto Sam’s chest, breathing heavily and feeling his sweat-slicked skin slide along hers. When Alric pulled out of her he groaned and let his body fall next to hers. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, her energy depleted but in a good way. His arm was over his face, and his chest rose rapidly. Sam helped her off him next, and when she was between them, their arms wrapped around her body, all she wanted to do was sleep. She didn’t care about cleaning up. The fact that their scent covered her, that their cum filled her, just made her feel more possessed by the men she loved.
She closed her eyes, feeling satisfied as she drifted off. Knowing that this would be the end result, that this was how her life would turn out, she would gladly endure the pain and heartache all over again.
It was worth it to be loved and have happiness.
The End
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