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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.

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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, a queen-sized bed sat, 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.”

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