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Brock placed her onto the end of the sofa, placing a hand on her stomach to help her lie back. Brock moved off the sofa and kneeled on the lounge and moved her ripped tights and panties further down.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He drove his face between her legs, and she squealed as his lips touched her nub and his tongue came out and licked. She felt a finger ease in and out of her pussy and start a rhythm with his licks and sucks.

The doorbell rang, and she panted gripping at the sofa. Brock added another finger and pumped them faster. She was so close. Sammy reached for something, anything, to muffle herself with, finding a throw pillow and holding it as she flew over the edge yelling, “I’m coming.”

The doorbell rang again, and she slumped back into her sofa. Brock grabbed a piece of her ripped tights and wiped his mouth. He stood and had a huge smirk on his face. “Go get dressed and sorted out. I’ll let your friend Jane in.”

Brock walked towards the door, and she got up and rushed to her bedroom. She went to her en-suite and moaned as she looked in the mirror at her flushed face.Great, just great.Sammy thought.Jane’s going to know exactly what took me so long to answer the door.

After showering and getting dressed, she walked out to Jane who sat on the sofa answering Brock’s questions. He seemed to be interrogating poor Jane. As soon as Sammy sat down the relief on Jane’s face was obvious.

“Well, we better go. I said I would pick Gwen up from her house. Your mother picked Matty up about ten minutes ago,” Jane said to Brock as she grabbed her hand and dragged her to the front door.

Sammy debated whether she needed to tell Brock to make sure everything was locked before he left but didn’t need to as he yelled, “I’ll lock up and make sure everything is safe. Be careful.”

Grabbing her bag by the front door, Sammy left and they both got in the car. Jane sped off towards Gwen’s house. “Wow, Sammy, he’s intense.” A light came into Jane’s eyes. “I’m glad you’re getting some though.”

Sammy groaned, and Jane laughed.

Later that night as they got ready Gwen turned to her and sighed. “Look, I really like you, Sammy. You’ve become a really good friend, but I have to ask … how much longer are you going to leave my brother and cousin hanging? It’s dangerous for a shifter to go as long as they have without claiming their mate. I feel sorry for anyone who’s around them when you’re not there.”

Sammy ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m ready. I’m just waiting for them to ask me again.” She closed her eyes and tested out saying what she’d been feeling. “I think I love them. No. I know I love them.”

Gwen beamed and pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so happy for you. I wish I were as brave as you.”

Sammy hugged Gwen back. “What are you scared of? It sounded like your fiancé wanted you happy and was pissed you were—are—willing to give your soulmates up.”

Gwen pulled away and went to the window. Jane went over and patted her back. “I thought I had a mate once before, but I was wrong.” Gwen’s shoulders sank. “I don’t regret what I did. I got Matty out of my mistake, but I’m curious now. I want to give Philip and John a chance, but what if I’m wrong again? I don’t know if my parents would forgive me this time.”

“I can look after Matty anytime. Then you can get to know Philip and John better,” Jane said.

“I can, too. I’m sure Brock would love to spend more time with his nephew.”

Gwen turned, and tears ran down her face. “Thanks so much. Are you both sure? Matty can be a handful.”

“Matty will be fine. Plus, I’m a childcare worker by trade. There is nothing a kid can get by me.” Jane winked at Gwen.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it. And anyway, what’s the point of having two men for mates if they don’t help?” Sammy smiled, realizing that having two mates may better than she could have ever imagined.

Gwen wiped her eyes. “Thanks, guys. You don’t know how much what you’ve agreed to do means to me.” Gwen hugged her and Jane tight before she let go. “Come on, let’s go party. Tonight is girls’ night. No more talk of men.”

They cheered and left the hotel.

The three of them got into one of the hottest clubs, and they went straight to the dance floor. Sammy, Jane, and Gwen shook what they’d been given, screaming, and laughing in delight at the freedom they felt and the fun they were having.

Sammy felt sexy. Sammy felt alive. Sammy knew what she wanted, and she was going to celebrate tonight.

Chapter Seven

Slater had organized the date. Brock’s suggestion they go to Hogs’ Breath or the local pub for dinner wasn’t a very romantic setting for what they had to ask Sammy. They wanted to do this right. Slater had seen and set up so many romantic dinners with his restaurants that he knew exactly what to do for this important date. He’d ordered a limo, and it would pick him and Brock up from his house at quarter to seven. Then they would head over to Sammy’s house, pick her up, and start the wooing process.

Slater heard the front door slam as Brock got home from work. Brock sounded more cranky than usual as he stomped down the hall to his room.

“The fuckwit got let out for good behavior and never having a criminal record before this. I say we go and kill the bastard before he comes near our mate again. I still don’t believe the idiot didn’t have anything to do with the shifter killings. I’d know if my partner Kegon went on a killing spree.”

“Crap. When was Greg released?” Slater felt his bear rise and his fist clenched as he tried to keep himself calm.

Brock raked his fingers through his black curly hair. “This afternoon.”

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