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She helped him with his shirt, practically tearing the garment in

the process.

His cock now throbbed as it hung inches from her wet folds.

“You’re ours, and it’s right, Sam. It’s where you belong…with us

and forever our mate.”

Adam spread her thighs apart and teased her folds with his thumbs

as he held her gaze. She half panted and pouted then widened her

thighs and lifted her hips toward him. He took the hint with a chuckle then pressed his long, thick cock slowly between her folds, feeling his control disintegrate.

“More!” Sam screamed as she dug her heels into his rear and

pulled onto his arms, trying to get him inside her faster and against her body.

“Fuck!” he growled then shoved forward, the warmth of her

depths, the clutching of her vaginal walls against his cock sending his wolf into action.

He roared and thrust in and out of her pussy as Sam held on to

him, trying to meet him thrust for thrust.

* * * *

Sam felt herself lose control. She wanted Adam deeper, as deep as

he could possibly get. The burning and need was too much, and she

needed relief. Sam couldn’t get enough of him. She felt as if she could eat him alive. She nibbled on his shoulder and arm while Adam

lunged in and out of her. With each thrust, the burning now grew

instead of subsiding.

She felt Adam tense then roll to his back, taking Sam with him.

Her long hair swung across his chest then their gazes locked.

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Sam began to ride him while Adam grabbed at her breasts,

massaging, pulling, and tweaking her nipples.

Her hips rotated in an attempt to scratch that agonizing itch inside

of her. She ground her pelvic bone against Adam’s, nearly losing her

breath. That’s when she felt a set of hands on her shoulders from

behind.

She slowed her movements. She was half afraid to stop

completely and half afraid of what was coming next. Did they both

intend on having her at once? The thought caused more moisture to

leak from her body, and the sloshing sound echoed through the room.

A nibble to her shoulder and she knew that Trey was there.

Adam grabbed on to her hips. He continued to thrust into her as he

scooted lower on the bed.

Once again it was as if the brothers had a way of communicating

with one another. They smoothly had her in the position they wanted

in a matter of seconds.

Sam felt Trey kissing her neck, moving her hair to one side then

massaging her breasts from under her arms.

Both men touched her, caressed her together, and she loved it.

Adam took over caressing her breasts as Trey licked a pathway

down her spine then to the crevice between her legs. She continued to

ride Adam, suddenly filled with anticipation as she wondered if she

were ready to be taken in her most intimate hole. She’d never done

that before.

As if sensing her reservations, Trey spoke to her.

“I won’t hurt you, Sam. We…would never hurt you.”

His finger touched where her folds met Adam’s cock, and he

dragged the juices back over her puckered hole. Trey used the palm of

his other hand to press her back forward so she would press her chest

against Adam’s chest.

In doing so, she felt the cool air collide with the puckered hole,

and a moan escaped her mouth.

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Trey pressed a digit against the tight rings of flesh, and she felt

more moisture leak from her folds.

Adam pulled her face closer to his lips. “Never done this before?”

he asked, and the expression on his face looked carnal. She had the

feeling that if she lied and said yes that she would be in a heap of

trouble. The idea of them being jealous of past lovers kind of turned

her on. She couldn’t lie to him. To any of them for that matter. Instead she shook her head, and simultaneously Trey pressed his digit through

the rings.

Sam tightened up as she opened her mouth to moan. Adam took

that second to kiss her.

He worked at devouring her mouth and calming her anxiety. The

feel of Adam’s tongue exploring her mouth as her hard nipples and

aroused breasts pressed against his muscular chest seemed to do the

trick. He pushed up into her cunt his cock, hard and thick, rocked into her. Trey pressed in and out of her ass, and she fell into their rhythm.

They thrust into her one at a time then together, causing her to

lose focus then join them.

“That’s it, baby, just like that. Oh, fuck, Sam, you look so hot like

this. I love this ass. I want to fuck this ass, Sam. Will you let me fuck this ass?” Trey was driving her insane with his dirty talk. She found

herself saying yes and thinking that she would agree to do anything

with these men because it felt so amazing.

Her body was wet. The sloshing sound gave her desire away. Trey

pulled his finger from her body. She immediately felt the loss. Before she could protest, she felt the thick, plump head of his cock against her entrance, and then it pushed through the tight rings.

A deep growl came from her throat as she fell forward against

Adam’s chest.

They spoke to her, offering words of encouragement and

expressed their need for more of her. Sam held on for the ride, taking each thrust one at a time then feeling herself drift in and out of

consciousness. It was Adam who came first, plunging up into her then

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biting onto her neck where his brothers had bitten her, too. Soon to

follow was Trey as the sound of his balls slapping against her ass

cheeks made the burning inside her subside just as he exploded inside

of her. She felt the stream of heat run through her, the feeling of being satisfied, a hunger no longer present. Sated and spent, Sam felt the

room spin then suddenly darkness overtook her vision.

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Chapter 7

Ted listened to the three voice messages on his cell phone.

Trouble seemed to be brewing stronger in Wolf City. The first

message was from Simon Lark, head alpha of the Lark pack and

cousin to his superior officer in the Dallas PD.

A series of break-ins had occurred in four separate homes

belonging to individuals working undercover for the government. Ted

knew that one man, Clark Silesto, was secretly working for one of the

council elders and a higher up in the government’s secret operations

department. He knew what the people doing the burglaries were after.

They wanted the documents and scientific formulas that his brother

had developed and helped to protect. The third message was the one

that put true fear in his heart. It was from Samantha’s father, a

military officer and undercover government operative for many years.

He had received threatening mail and some suspicious activity around

his ranch. He wanted Ted to bring Sam back home immediately.

Ted swallowed hard just anticipating Sam’s reaction. Her safety

and well-being was his top priority. However, he hadn’t planned on

her mates being here in New York and them beginning the process of

bonding to her. Sam had no idea what her father really did for a

living, just that he was an officer in the military then a computer

analyst for the government. His position was a cover-up for what he

was really involved in. When Sam and Alex met, her father didn’t

want them involved with one another. Their bond and relationship

was inevitable. They had become best friends. When Alex died, Sam

believed she was at fault. She had cried for days on end, repeating that she should have never left him and that it was all her fault. He

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couldn’t tell her that it wasn’t suicide but in fact was murder. Nor

could he explain who Alex really was and what he bestowed upon her

in their short two weeks of intimacy. There was no doubt in Ted’s

mind how much Alex truly loved Samantha. He believed in her

abilities, her strength, and her love for his family, for the were packs and all those around them. So much, in fact, that without her

consciously knowing, he injected her with a tiny microchip filled with information that would reveal the identities of the elders and the

existence of were that enforced the laws and controlled the

government. The microchip also contained the names and locations of

secret government spies, as well as the identities of all members of the circle of elders and area pack alphas. Ultimately it could mean the

demise of were packs everywhere. The world would erupt in chaos

and criminal activity for it had been the coalition of were and human

militia that had kept order and maintained and enforced the law. With

the recent news of break-ins and threats to Samantha’s family, as well as the Silesto family, it seemed to Ted that someone knew about

Alex’s microchip and the invaluable material it contained. Someone

wanted to take over the council or the US government itself.

Now, Ted wondered, how the hell he was going to convince

Samantha and her five alpha male mates to let her go home with him

and place her in protective custody. The Valdamar brothers were part

of one of the main pack families protecting the council of elders and

the government. Their loyalty would lie with their pack, but now that

their mate’s life was in jeopardy, this could get ugly. Ted was

prepared to fight. He cared for Sam. She had been his brother’s

everything, and despite the fact that he knew he shouldn’t have fallen in love with her, he did. Ted had offered to leave his job in the police department and take his place by his brother’s side and protect Sam.

They discussed leaving the country and working on the formulas and

information Alex had to help strengthen the council and the human

government. Alex was getting closer to making the decision when his

identity had been compromised.

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Ted looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was four in the

morning. He couldn’t go to Sam now. He had to give them tonight.

He closed his eyes and tried to figure out the best way to explain

this mess to Sam.

* * * *

Samantha tossed and turned, trying to free herself from

confinement. She felt as if she were being smothered by some kind of

invisible hold. Then suddenly she was as happy as could be. She was

dancing along the sidewalk near her old neighborhood. The sun was

shining. The day was glorious and bright until she came upon the

flashing lights. She knew immediately that something was terribly

wrong. In an instant she was in the apartment, walking up the stairs

and about to enter the doorway. She saw the police officers, the

detectives at the scene, yet it didn’t appear that they saw her. The door that led to the apartment was slightly ajar, so she slowly pressed upon the metal, pushing it open. The scene was horrific. There was blood

everywhere, and her mind screamed out in horror. Then she felt the

hands against her shoulders, the pleas for her to look. The voice said,

“Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me!”
She tried to open her eyes to see who was there. Where did all the blood come from? She

noticed some familiar items in the room. The football mirror, the

matching beer mug and pitcher, the accent throw, and the woodwork

around the kitchen cabinets. Alex. This was Alex’s apartment. Her

heart hammered in her chest. The fear and pain penetrated to her soul.

There was blood everywhere. Alex! Oh, my god, Alex. Samantha ran

forward in search of her lover, her best friend, and as she reached the area where she thought he would be, she was pulled back to the

doorway and the entrance to the apartment. It was as if he didn’t want her to see him. Alex didn’t want her to see what he had done.

Then his face appeared before her. “
You left me, Sam. I can’t

believe you left me.”

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Samantha cried hysterically as she attempted to reach out and grab

Alex.

“No. Don’t go. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she cried out, her voice

sounding torturous to her own ears. But his shadow left her standing

there. He blamed her for his death. It was all her fault. Sam continued to cry then heard the gunshot and jerked in her sleep. “Alex!” she

screamed and jumped forward in bed.

* * * *

It seemed like forever that they tried to awaken Samantha from

her nightmare. She fought them, struggling to breathe then gasping

for air as she cried uncontrollably. They felt her pain, the apparent

agony she was experiencing from her nightmare.

Dustin wondered who the hell Alex was. She just kept saying his

name and crying for him. Was he a boyfriend? A lover? The thought

burned him inside. He couldn’t imagine her with anyone but him and

his brothers.

He caressed her cheeks then held her face between his hands.

Donny lay next to her, now sitting up trying to help Dustin make

Samantha wake up.

Slowly, her eyes began to flutter open. Her eyes were red, the

tears continued to fall, and she held herself as she rocked back and