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Slater lapped at her and moaned as she came hard against him. Her arms didn’t hold her weight, and she fell, burying her face on the bed. Teeth sank into an arse cheek, and she squealed lifting herself back up.

“No time to rest. It’s time to ride my cock.”

Slater moved between her spread legs until they were face to face. His hands came to rest on her waist and then guided her to his cock. She didn’t take her gaze from his as Slater lined his cock up to her core. Sammy came down on his dick slowly. When he was seated fully inside her, she sat enjoying the full feeling.

She rose and fell back down. The flames came instantly back to life, and she basked in the feeling of being the one in control. Sammy set an easy pace watching the blissful look on Slater’s face. She bounced on his cock until her speed wasn’t fast enough.

Slater grunted, and his hands came to rest on her waist once more as he helped her with the strokes and the pace. “Play with yourself. Touch yourself. Please, beautiful.”

Cupping her breasts, she ran the pads of her fingers over her nipples and tweaked them as his cock eased out. Slater’s eyes hooded, and a guttural moan left his lips as she trailed her fingers down and rubbed her nub.

Slater started slamming his hips up to meet her, and she ground herself against him. Sammy knew she was close. She let out a squeal as a finger rimmed her anus before it pushed in.

“I’m going to take you here.” Slater’s muttered words as his finger pushed further in to her virgin arse had her screaming in pleasure and coming undone in a quivering mess.

“Slater.”

Slater’s snarl turned into a roar as he pushed up into her and yelled her name, his cum shooting up into her.

Spent, she dropped to Slater’s chest and basked in the ecstasy. “Mmm, that was sooo good. I feel perfect now.”

Slater chuckled, and she felt his dick slip out of her. “I’m glad you feel better.”

“I do. I’m going to sleep now. I love you.”

Slater kissed her head. “I love you, too.”

Chapter Ten

Brock didn’t get home until early hours of the morning. He was happy with what they had accomplished. Breakaway precinct needed a clean out. It was full of corruption and many more things than they originally thought. It helped that the shifters had broken first knowing we would be able to smell any lies.

They’d arrived at the barbeque and had been just like everyone else there catching up with friends and talking about what they’d been up too. The shifters had stayed quiet, only talking when something was said that was truthful until Sammy had come out. It was the shifter cops who started swearing up a storm and knew they were screwed and no point denying anything. The humans held out for hours, denying any accusation, even when his chief showed them the confessions of the shifter cops.

Brock was one step closer to making his mate safe. He’d proved today that he could protect his mate and find any threats to her. He deserved a mate.

Opening the front door, he shut it quietly, careful not to wake his angel. As he walked down the hall to their room a naked Slater came out of it, and Brock noticed that he looked furious.

“Outside now, I’m not killing you in the house.”

Brock could see as Slater started to grow and shift that he better get outside and find out what was going on. Not turning his back on the predator, Brock backed to the door, opened it, and got out as Slater pushed him further back.

“Move back. I need it out of hearing distance.” Slater snarled at him.

Brock jogged backward until he was a good distance from the house. “What’s all this about, Slater?”

Slater huffed, and Brock could see he was fighting to stay human. “Don’t tell me you’re so stupid you don’t know what the fuck you did to Sammy,” Slater yelled at him.

“I just eliminated a threat to her.” He growled.

A fist came at him hitting his nose.

“You’re fucking kidding me, aren’t you? You terrified my mate. Brock, she ran from the bloody barbecue feeling betrayed that you did that to her. You fuckwit. They let Greg get away with almost killing Sammy.”

Brock noticed how Slater said his mate and not theirs. He knew Sammy had been upset, but Slater had seemed angrier than Sammy. “She will forgive me when I tell her that I have put Breakaway precinct to rights.”

“How the hell are we related? How can you not see what you did was unforgivable? It’s taken us months and months to gain Sammy’s trust, and in one night you fuck it up. I had to call her back from her hiding safe place. I never want to do that again. It broke my heart to see her curl in a ball shaking and rocking in a trance. I will never get that image out of my head.” With that Slater let his bear take over, and he attacked him.

Not caring about his clothes Brock changed into his bear. He knew Slater was going for the kill.

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