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by In Her Dreams(lit)

  IN HER DREAMS

  An Ellora’s Cave Publication, April 2004

  Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

  PO Box 787

  Hudson, OH 44236-0787

  ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-865-0

  Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):

  Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML

  IN HER DREAMS © 2004 LORIE O’CLARE

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Edited by Raelene Gorlinsky.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Lunewulf 3:

  In Her Dreams

  Lorie O’Clare

  Chapter One

  Samantha Williams squinted against the bright sun as she stepped onto the old porch of the realtor’s office.

  “I’m Elsa Rousseau.” Her friend shook hands with an older, pot-bellied human. “We’re here to see some land.”

  “Yes. I remember you calling.” He stepped out onto the porch, wiping his hand on his faded jeans. “I’m Tommy Arnoldson. We can take my jeep, and I’ll show you the old place.”

  Half an hour later, Samantha was being jostled in the back seat of Tommy Arnoldson’s jeep. Human sweat lingered in the leather seats turning her stomach. Not even the rich smells of the countryside drowned out the odor. But she grew alert when a large, rambling house came into view.

  “Is that it?” She nudged Elsa, who sat up front next to the realtor.

  Elsa turned, grinning. “Yeah, isn’t it awesome?”

  It looked dilapidated and way too big, but Samantha nodded. “It looks great.”

  Samantha climbed out of the jeep after the realtor parked, and stared at the three-story house. More than one shutter appeared ready to fall off with a good wind. A wide front porch wrapped around either side of the front of the house. Their footsteps echoed as they walked across the old floorboards, worn and unsturdy, creaking while she stepped on them. The entire house was almost devoid of paint, making it impossible to determine what color it once had been. The harsh winters had weatherized the wood, giving it a natural, rustic look.

  Tommy stopped and gestured with a wide swoop of his hand. “This old thing sits in the middle of a thousand acres. Over a hundred years ago, it was a rather prosperous boarding house.”

  Samantha watched Elsa glance inside, and then walk around the large wraparound porch.

  “I’ll take it.” Elsa grinned at her, her happiness drowning out the smell of the human.

  “Well, I’ll be darned.” The pudgy man clapped his thick hands and then rubbed them together. “Let’s go back to my office and I’ll do up some paperwork.”

  *

  Samantha’s thoughts drifted while she and Elsa drove in amiable silence. Every time Johann fucked her, touched her, entered the room she was in, her insides flip-flopped. No werewolf had ever made her crave him just by walking into a room. Even now, returning to town, knowing he was here working with Rick, made her pussy swell, her nipples harden. She couldn’t think about Johann without getting wet. Damn. She had it bad for the werewolf. Really fucking bad.

  Elsa pulled into the gravel parking lot of the diner where most of the pack congregated by midday. Samantha glanced around at the lack of cars.

  She felt more nervous than a trapped doe when they parked in front of Harry’s diner. What would Johann think? Elsa had just purchased a boarding house with her inheritance money. Rick would move the pack immediately. She had no choice but to stay with her pack; she was a single bitch.

  But Johann…She wanted to be with Johann. Would he move with the pack?

  “Closed?” Samantha stared at the sign hanging crooked on the glass door to the establishment. “Why would they be closed?”

  “When was the last time the diner closed?” Elsa’s bewilderment filled the air around them.

  “It’s open twenty-four hours, in case anyone wants to stop in after a run.” Samantha peered through the glass, staring at the empty tables inside. “This doesn’t make sense.”

  She turned to stare at Elsa. “I wonder where Johann is.”

  They both turned at the sound of popping gravel. Simone DeBeaux, the Lunewulf bitch who’d joined the pack when Johann had, pulled to a stop in front of them, dust from the gravel filling the air.

  She rolled down her window, lifted her sunglasses and squinted at them. “Johann sent me to look for you. Everyone is over at Miranda’s. Better hurry.”

  Her tone left no room for argument. She let her glasses drop over her nose and brushed her hair with her fingers while she drove off. Samantha stared after her, unable to stop the twinge of jealousy that ran through her. Simone had known Johann from their previous pack, both of them being Lunewulf. And even though Johann ignored Simone for the most part, the two of them had a cub together. She knew Johann well enough to know he would look out for his den, legitimate or not.

  “Johann doesn’t want her. Trust me.” Elsa squeezed Samantha’s arm.

  She turned to search Elsa’s concerned expression. “We better go find out what is going on.”

  Minutes later they entered through the back door at Miranda’s. The smell of anger and pain flooded Samantha’s senses, tying her stomach in knots. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

  “There you are.” Miranda looked up from a salve she stirred in a wooden bowl.

  “I had some business to take care of. What are you making?” Elsa wrinkled her brow as she sniffed the air. “Is someone hurt?”

  “You’ve missed some excitement.” Miranda nodded toward her living room and carried the bowl in that direction.

  Samantha followed Miranda and Elsa into the living room and gasped at the makeshift hospital in front of her.

  “What happened?” Elsa looked at Miranda, who began covering a rather deep gash on Lyle’s arm with her pink-gray poultice.

  “Two rogue werewolves did this. They thought they could enter town and find themselves a piece of tail.” Lyle spoke through gritted teeth as he watched his arm being wrapped in gauze.

  Miranda secured the gauze near her mate’s elbow. “We thought they were from Ethan Masterson’s pack, you know, trying to claim the territory. But he didn’t know them. They went after Rocky.”

  “Holy shit! Was she hurt?” Samantha looked around the room for her friend.

  Elsa started helping Miranda, immediately assuming the role of queen bitch. But Samantha wanted to know where everyone was, where Johann was.

  “Rocky got a little beat up I’m told. Marty is bringing her over, although I hardly know where to put them.” Miranda looked around at her three patients. “I can only tend to them so fast. I guess we can put her in one of the bedrooms upstairs.”

  Elsa shook her head. “Let’s take her over to Rick’s house. There is plenty of room there.”

  “Where did this happen?” Samantha watched while Miranda gathered several herbs to send with Elsa.

  “At the diner. Harry had to close the place. I guess Rocky was sitting at the counter and Harry was back in his office. He tried to stop the two men when they decided to help themselves to things that weren’t on the menu.” Once she was satisfied with the medicinal supplies to be sent with Elsa, Miranda reached for her phone. “You might as well head on out. I’ll call Marty and have him tell Rick that his queen bitch is executing her rights.”

  Samantha chewed her lip all the way over to Rick’s. She wondered where
Johann was. He would go after those two rogues. No matter what Rick ordered. Johann would take matters into his own hands. But what if there were others? A sick feeling rose in her stomach at the thought of Johann getting hurt. With a new pack moving in, werewolves would test their boundaries, disregard pack leaders’ orders. Anything could happen.

  “Why don’t you go find Johann?” Elsa patted her arm after they parked in Rick’s driveway. “You’ll feel much better after you do.”

  Samantha smiled, but she couldn’t stop the dread that grew in her gut. Uneasiness rolled in the air around them. Bad times lay ahead.

  Chapter Two

  Johann stood outside the gas station where he’d stopped to fill his tank, and listened to the two werewolves share their stories about the attack at the diner.

  He glanced up at the familiar car pulling in to park. Simone hopped out, catching the attention of the werewolves with him immediately. Having grown up with her, he knew he must not see what everyone else saw. Her youth was gone, more than likely from being a single mother. He didn’t like how much makeup she wore, or the cheap perfume she always seemed to douse herself with.

  His mood turned sour watching her. “Did you find Samantha?”

  “Yes. She and Elsa are headed over to Rick’s.” She held his daughter’s hand, who was staring up at him with innocent sky-blue eyes. Jere was quite possibly the most beautiful cub he’d ever seen. So petite, her beautiful pale blond hair falling past her shoulders.

  “Where are you headed?” he asked, wanting to take the cub in his arms, snuggle with her for just a moment.

  His daughter, Jere; the daughter he’d just recently learned he had. It would take a while for him to forgive Simone for keeping her existence from him. At first, Simone hadn’t known where to find him. And he had no idea he’d left her pregnant. The casual relationship had been just that. Never in his dreams would he have guessed such a beautiful cub would have come from it.

  “I thought I would grab Jere a snack and then see what the pack is doing.”

  Pulling out his wallet, he handed her some money. “Let me pay for it.”

  She hesitated for a moment before accepting the cash. He knew she’d had it rough, struggling to make it even before her cub came along. Handouts were something new for Simone, but she would have to get accustomed to it. He would be part of his cub’s life. And he would support her.

  Another car pulled up, and he spotted Samantha sitting in the driver’s seat. She didn’t get out right away, but watched the two of them, her hesitation apparent as she chewed her lip. Excusing himself, he ruffled Jere’s hair before walking over to Samantha.

  Just watching her, those full red lips of hers pouting while she glanced past him at the group of werewolves, he wanted to pull her into his arms. Her blonde hair, dyed almost white and cut short around her face, was windblown. She had a self-confident look about her, but then that’s what he liked about her. Samantha always seemed a bit on the cocky side. It had taken getting to know her to see that her rough exterior covered up hesitation and uncertainty.

  He smiled, opening her car door for her. “Hey, sexy.”

  She swung her long thin legs out of the car, standing while he blocked her so she couldn’t move.

  “What are you doing?” She sounded irritated, jealousy lingering around her. Its stale smell didn’t cover up the fact that she was also aroused.

  “I was about to ask the same of you.” He hadn’t liked not knowing where she was when he’d heard that Rocky had been attacked at the diner. “Where have you been all morning?”

  “Elsa asked me to go look at some land with her. She bought it.” She gave him her attention, finally.

  “Good. I’m sure the pack will be able to move soon then.”

  Her tongue darted out, running over her lips. His cock hardened just watching the small action. He knew all too well what that mouth was capable of. Those full lips, so soft. He ran his thumb over them, enjoying how her eyes darkened to a dark brown.

  “I don’t like not knowing where you are,” he whispered, moving closer.

  The car door blocked them from Jere’s view. He pressed against her, his insides tightening while his blood raced through him straight to his cock. Just touching her brought out every predatory instinct in him. He wanted to mark every inch of her—mine. But she always looked so hesitant, almost shying away from him.

  “I’m not that hard to find.” Defiance appeared in her expression. She pursed her lips, narrowing her gaze on him. “It’s a small pack.”

  “And it was attacked today. If I’d known where you were, I wouldn’t have worried.”

  Everything in her expression softened, a small smile tempting her lips. It would take time to make her see that she answered to him now. Samantha had been on her own most of her life, running with several different packs. It wouldn’t be that way for her anymore, not if he had anything to say about it.

  “Don’t you think I can take care of myself?” Samantha always had to show her tough side.

  He didn’t buy it for a moment. “Not against an entire pack.”

  She didn’t discuss a lot of her past with him. But he knew a single bitch running on her own faced the threat of being attacked by a pack of werewolves up to no good. Her cheeks flushed. She understood what he implied.

  But she had nothing to worry about. He would protect her. He wanted to protect her. Reaching for her, brushing his fingers over the flush in her cheeks, feeling her heat, he knew he would kill for her.

  Pressing against her, he kissed her. The heat from her mouth spread through him like wildfire, igniting faster than he could control it. His cock hardened to the point of pain inside his jeans. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her while he devoured her mouth like a madman.

  She didn’t fight him, made no attempt to slow the kiss. And that was what he adored about her, among so many things. No matter where they were, she never stopped his advances, never suggested their behavior wasn’t proper. Samantha had a sexual appetite that was endless. She always wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

  “If you fuck her right here in the parking lot, can I watch?” Simone’s sultry chuckle grated on his nerves.

  Taking a deep breath, he pressed Samantha to him, not wanting to see the irritation on her face. He felt it enough for both of them. Looking over her at the car parked next to Samantha’s, he glared at Simone. She’d managed to walk past them without him noticing, and had just shut the car door after securing Jere in the back seat.

  “Go over to Rick’s house and see what you can do to help,” he told her.

  She straightened, ready to tell him to go to hell, he imagined. But then without answering, she turned and got into her car.

  Looking down at Samantha, he saw the question in her eyes. She didn’t understand that he had an obligation to Simone. As sire to her cub, he would have to take care of her too, until he could find a suitable mate for her. Werewolves took care of their own.

  “I need to fuck you.” He would show her what it meant to be taken care of. All the explanations in the world wouldn’t work as well as showing her. “Follow me back to my room.”

  She nodded, once again licking those adorable full lips of hers.

  Pulling into one of the parking spaces in front of the Inn where he was staying, he waited for Samantha to join him. He took her hand, her warm skin so soft to touch.

  “I want you in my mouth,” she whispered, while he unlocked the door.

  His fingers shook, and she giggled when he couldn’t unlock the door right away.

  He pulled her into the room, shutting the door behind them. “You want me to fuck your face, baby?”

  “Oh yes.” She smiled up at him, her fingers dancing around his cock while she fumbled with his zipper.

  His heart pounded blood straight to his cock, the pressure building so fiercely he worried he would explode before she could release him. She smiled but the slight tremble he saw creep through her drove him wild. S
amantha could hardly wait to get to his cock.

  She went down on her knees in front of him, not bothering to shed her clothes, or even go to the bed. His cock finally freed, her tongue darted around it, moist heat rushing through him fast enough to make his head spin.

  “I love how you taste.” Her breath washed over the sensitive skin on his shaft, while her fingers held him like a cherished gift.

  She was gentle and rough all at the same time. Stroking him with her hand, she guided him into her mouth, her lips soft while her tongue lashed at him, offering no mercy.

  “Dear God, woman.” He could smell her desire. He loved how sucking his cock turned her on.

  She moaned, vibrations caressing him while chills raced through him. Johann ran his hands over her hair, gripping her head, while he began slow, controlled movements in and out of her mouth. She let go of his shaft and ran her hands up his chest, submitting completely to him while he fucked her face.

  Her lips stretched around his cock, over half of him disappearing into her mouth, and then sliding out over those full, luscious lips. Her eyelids fluttered and then she looked up at him. Long eyelashes draped over her glazed stare.

  “You are so beautiful,” he murmured.

  She answered him with an evil dance of her tongue around his shaft.

  “Fuck.” A growl escaped before he could stop it. Electric currents darted through him where her fingertips grazed over his chest.

  He could feel her heat, smell her lust; the fire burning from her mouth surged through him, awakening the beast inside him. Blood pumped faster through his veins, his heart racing in his chest, almost painfully. A wonderful erotic pain. Holding her head, he thrust deep inside her mouth, feeling her throat tighten around him. He would spill his seed in her mouth if he wasn’t careful.

  Working to focus, he stared down at her. Her eyes had closed. She would endure all he would give her. But he wanted her to enjoy this, too. Samantha could scream in pleasure, and those sounds carried him through the day. He wanted to hear her pleasure, see her lust satisfied on her face, watch her body spasm with joy.

  Pulling his cock from her mouth, he enjoyed her dazed expression before reaching for her, lifting her up.