War and Peace and Pancakes

Timmy's Reward

For the first time in what seemed like ages, things were calm at work. No one had died, hunters were quiet, Meri was keeping Alesky from being too much of a jerk, and Ryke was being much less of an asshole since he'd found his cowboy. I knew that this was probably the calm before the shitstorm, of course, but the relative peace enabled me to worry about my personal life on the drive home in a way I hadn't been able to in a long time.

I had been going through one hell of a time in the two years since I'd found out I was Sam's familiar. On the plus side, I was also her mate, and I was irrevocably in love with her. Even better, we'd found out we weren't alone and we both were also madly in love with our other mate, Urdu. Sure, it had taken me awhile to process the fact that I was a vampire mate for the witch and the female demon, but we three worked well together for some reason.

On the down side, I found myself worrying...a lot. I worried about Sam, especially after those hunter bastards had tried to take her and do who knows what kind of experiments on her. Luckily our Urdu had wreaked havoc on the hunter caravan, and between her, my team, and Alesky, we managed to not only eliminate the threat but also enact our revenge.

Oh, and there was the time Sam, Meri and the cowboy had nearly died from some sort of mutant flu virus. Sam had always been petite, but as the illness wracked her body and fever drove her to delirium, she'd felt so small in my arms. It was then that I fully appreciated how vulnerable the witch was. She was powerful beyond all measure, yet she was still so fragile. In the end, though, she had survived; they all had.

I also worried about my Urdie considering she was one of Lucifer's generals and was always either doing her dark lord's bidding or constantly under threat of attack from people who sought her position.

I remembered the first time Sam and I had gone to Urdu's place after she was attacked. Our demon had been so stubborn, so adamant that she needed to stay away from the two of us. It took all the patience I had to wait for her to finally admit what I'd felt since the first time I went to the tattoo shop in search of Antoinette and found her: she was mine as much as I was hers.

Furthermore, when she met our witch for the first time at that strip club, when Samantha had bounded right up to her and wrapped her in the tightest hug imaginable, I knew in that moment Sam was part of this, too.

Sighing, I parked my car and got out of my vehicle.

Neither woman appreciated my concern. They said I was too growly sometimes, but on some level, I knew they at least understood my protectiveness and worry because they themselves tended to worry just as much.

Well, to be honest, our relationship was mostly me and Urdu worrying about Sam. Our witch was incredibly powerful but at times adorably reckless with her abilities, teleporting away at inopportune moments just to go get ice cream or visit her friends in Urdu's reality.

I knew it drove Urdu crazy that Sammy refused to wear the bracelet which would help her maintain a mental connection with the witch similar to what Sammy and I shared naturally, but whenever I asked why our demon didn't bring it up to Sam, she always said something about the witch clearly having her own 'reasons.'

And don't get me started on the sex thing. Urdu and I enjoyed a highly active, deeply satisfying, and very...diverse sex life. Recently, Sammy had been insisting she wanted to join us romantically, something that terrified me to no end. Sam was always hesitant about intimacy, and I didn't want her participation in that sort of thing to alter what the three of us were, especially since part of me was convinced that the only reason she wanted to be with us was because her mental connection with me enabled her to feel how much I adored Urdu.

Don't get me wrong. I'd wanted Sam in the same way I craved Urdu. I had desired her for a long time, but I never would have acted on those urges. It would be wrong to coax Sam into something she wasn't sure she wanted, and I would never forgive myself if I thought I had done something like that.