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by In Her Dreams(lit)

  “Turn around,” he growled, at the same time taking her arms, and turning her so her back was to him. “I need inside you.”

  Samantha’s heart skipped a beat, then started pounding furiously. She pressed her palms against the shower wall, arching her back while his hands caressed her. Water streamed down her skin, her hair sticking to her face. She closed her eyes, her insides tightening when he grabbed her ass.

  His hard cock pressed against her, pressing first against her ass, then pushing down further toward her cunt. Excitement rushed through her. The thought of fucking in someone else’s home, in their shower, made her heart beat even faster.

  “Your pussy is so hot.” He pushed his cock toward her hole, her folds swelling with need.

  “I want you in me. Please. Johann.” She tried to look over her shoulder, to see his face, but water sprayed off his shoulder, blinding her.

  “Like this baby?” He shoved, and in spite of the water rushing over her, moisture soaked her cunt, allowing him to dive deep inside her with his first thrust.

  “Yes. Hell, yes.” She braced herself to maintain her balance against his thrust.

  He had aimed deep, and with the angle just right, impaled her fully when he entered her. She stifled a cry, doing her best to keep from making too much noise in their pack leader’s home. Johann spread her ass, the hot water trickling down her, teasing her while he moved slowly in and out of her.

  “You’re always so tight,” he breathed, kneading her rear end, gripping and squeezing, his breath growing louder with each thrust.

  She leaned against the shower wall, pressing her cheek against its coolness. Pressure built inside her with each thrust, the water washing free her cream while it dribbled down between them. It made her feel so clean, his cock bringing to life every nerve ending inside her. She could feel every movement, his muscles contracting, his shaft sliding in and out of her.

  A dam of desire within her threatened to break, releasing a flow of passion and almost unbearable pressure.

  “Johann. I…” She almost told him she loved him. But those words hadn’t been spoken, and she couldn’t bring herself to ruin the moment if he didn’t love her, too.

  “Come for me, Samantha.” He slid his hands to her hips, pulling her back while he continued to thrust forward. “I’m going to explode inside you.”

  “Yes. Oh, yes.” His movements were rough, his grip hard, the water splashed off of them while he moved faster and faster.

  Heat surged through her, his cock hit just the right spot to send electric currents flying through her. Arching her back as far as she could, encouraging his penetration to go as deep as possible, the pressure exploded inside her, wave after wave rushing through her while her orgasm seemed to rip her in two.

  Johann made one final thrust, wrapping his arms around her, burying himself deep inside her. She relished in the hot sensation that coated her pussy, knowing his seed squirted deep into her womb. For a moment, she wished she weren’t on birth control. Surely such an intense act would cause conception. But their relationship wasn’t at that level. And she had no idea if it would ever get there.

  The water hit her at a different angle, not quite as hot as it was when they first got in the shower. Johann continued to hold her while he straightened, his cock slowly sliding out of her but resting in the crack of her rear end, hard, hot and still throbbing.

  For a long moment he didn’t move, but kept her wrapped in his arms, holding on to her like she was his lifeline. Or at least she imagined that was what he was doing. She knew in reality he was a strong enough man that he didn’t need her to lean on. But for that moment, she enjoyed resting her back against his chest, his muscular arms crossing between her breasts. Cuddling into him like this seemed like the safest place in the world.

  “Let me wash you before the water gets cold,” she whispered, hating to end the moment, but knowing others needed to shower too.

  He relaxed his grip, allowing her to turn in his arms. Without looking up at him, she reached for the soap and washcloth, created lather, and began stroking his soft skin that covered his solid protruding muscles. She washed every inch of him, taking care to remove all grass and mud stains from his body. By the time she’d finished, they rinsed in tepid water.

  Samantha could see Rick standing in his bedroom when she walked out of the bathroom. Steam filled the air around her, and she knew their lust saturated the moist air. He turned his attention to her, his masked expression unreadable.

  “Go downstairs,” Johann said from behind her. “I need to talk to Rick.”

  “I’ll make you a plate of food.” She turned to look at him, but Johann had his attention on Rick, his expression just as unreadable.

  There wasn’t a scrap of food left when everyone started to mingle in the living room. Johann was one of the last to enter the room, wiping remnants of food from his mouth while he approached her.

  Rick paced on the other side of the room behind Elsa, who sat in a rocking chair talking quietly to Miranda. Both women looked up toward Rick when he cleared his throat.

  “I think we proved today that we aren’t large enough to defend our territory.” Rick seemed to watch the expression on everyone’s face carefully. No one said a word. “We lost two good men today—two men in their prime. I won’t lose any more of you to a battle we won’t be able to win in the end. I’ve decided we’re going to meet with the Duluth pack leader, make a formal announcement, and then we’re moving. I plan to move quickly on this so if you need to give notice at your jobs than I suggest you do it.”

  “Rick, this is our land,” Marty interrupted. “Our parents fought for this territory. Your dad led our pack and ruled this territory. Are you sure about this?”

  “I haven’t opened the floor for discussion. This is how it’s going to be. Are you questioning me as pack leader?”

  Samantha turned to look at Johann, who sat on the edge of the couch next to her. She saw an expression on his face she hadn’t seen before. His features might as well have been chiseled from stone. Not a muscle on his face moved. His blue eyes were darker than a thunderhead ready to explode. He didn’t take his gaze off Marty.

  “Man, you know I’m not…and that’s not what I meant by what I said.” Marty sat next to Rocky on the floor. He looked relaxed, but his expression was serious. “I just wondered if we couldn’t try to reason with Masterson.”

  “I plan to call him. In fact, I thought I might do that tonight. I’m going to let him know that we’re moving—and to give us a month or so before they move in.” Rick remained standing and he looked at everyone in the room.

  Samantha glanced around at the others in the room. Everyone seemed to be squirming in his or her seats, but no one said a thing. Nor did anyone make eye contact with Rick. She knew Rick’s words didn’t sit well with any of them. Admitting defeat, backing down without a fight…these weren’t traits of a werewolf. She understood why Rick made the decision he did. She could only imagine how difficult the decision to retreat had been for him.

  She wanted to reach out to Johann. She wanted to know what he thought of all of this. Not once had he commented to her either way whether he supported Rick’s decisions or not.

  Samantha didn’t pay much attention to the rest of the meeting. She sat next to Johann and leaned back in the couch. She was aware of his leg brushing against hers from time to time. It simply aided in reminding her how powerful he was…and the expression that appeared on his face when Marty questioned Rick left no doubt that he was willing to use that power. Somehow, that thought sent a warm rush through her body. She ached to fuck him again already.

  Chapter Five

  Everyone congregated around the front door after the meeting. Several left right away, needing to get home and shower before heading out to work. Two-week notices would be given out today. The pack was preparing to leave town.

  Samantha helped carry empty glasses and coffee mugs to the kitchen. Rocky stood in there alone, staring out t
he back door. She turned when Samantha put the dishes in the sink.

  “It’s a beautiful sunrise,” she murmured.

  Samantha thought she still looked a bit pale. “How are you feeling?”

  Rocky shrugged, an attempt at a smile playing at her lips. “They grabbed me, but they didn’t get away with much.”

  Marty lumbered in, his size filling the kitchen. Agitation swarmed around him although he offered Rocky an impish grin. “I would have been mad if you had already left.” He winked at Samantha.

  “Oh, yeah?” Rocky moved into his arms, a rosy pallor spreading across her cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”

  Their easy affection for each other was enviable.

  “Come with me while I run over to my apartment,” Marty rumbled into Rocky’s hair.

  Elsa entered, carrying more coffee mugs, with Johann at her side. Apparently he’d just said something to make her laugh. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. He playfully tugged at her long blonde hair.

  Rocky turned to look at Elsa. “Do you need me around here to help you with anything?”

  “If you feel okay, I don’t see why you can’t go if you want.” Elsa gave her friend the once over.

  Rocky glanced at Samantha, and then at Elsa. Rocky had led a fairly sheltered life thanks to her older cousin, Rick, being pack leader, and his father pack leader before him. The wild look in Rocky’s eyes outraged Samantha. Rocky was damned lucky she hadn’t been raped.

  “Physically I feel fine, but look…” Rocky held a shaking hand out, standing in between Samantha and Elsa, so the others couldn’t see.

  “Then go,” Elsa whispered. “I think Marty wants to take care of you.”

  Samantha sensed the worry surrounding Elsa, but her calm tone made Rocky smile. Elsa would make a good queen bitch. She handled the situation well. Samantha would have wanted to find those brutes and kick some ass.

  “I know he does.” Rocky couldn’t stop the blush that started at her neck and quickly spread to her cheekbones.

  Rocky hugged each of them before cuddling into Marty and letting him guide her out the back door.

  She turned before leaving. “Samantha? Would you like to stay with me tonight?”

  “Sure.” Samantha reached out, squeezing Rocky’s hand.

  “Good idea.” Marty nodded his approval, and then led Rocky out the door.

  Samantha would have preferred staying with Johann, but her friend needed her. And at least if Johann didn’t suggest she stay the night, she wouldn’t have to pace in her small apartment wondering where he was. It would do him good knowing she wasn’t always at his beck and call. If he wanted to see her, he would have to go to Rocky’s.

  “Elsa.” Rick appeared in the doorway. “Simone is on the phone. She wants to talk to you.”

  Elsa had just started rinsing dishes. “Tell her just a minute.”

  “Do you want me to talk to her?” Johann stood behind Rick, his attention on Elsa with a gentle expression he seemed to reserve for whenever he talked to her.

  Samantha studied him for a moment, knowing he would do anything for Elsa. But she realized that his compassion for Elsa was brotherly. She caught Rick’s gaze, dark and speculative as he watched her. She looked away, turning her attention to Elsa.

  “I can rinse the dishes for you,” she suggested. “Go see what she wants.”

  She would rather Elsa talk to Simone than Johann. She’d never seen him give Simone a brotherly look.

  Elsa tossed the dishcloth to Samantha. “Help yourself,” she smiled, and then headed toward the phone.

  Rick turned to follow her, while Johann moved to the side, allowing the two of them to pass. Samantha watched him look into Rick’s face when they brushed past each other. She hated that she couldn’t read his expression. When he stepped into the kitchen, shifting his focus to her, she thought she smelled irritation.

  “Will you always do your best to keep me from Simone?” He moved behind her, his breath hot against her neck.

  Heat rushed through her, embarrassment burning her cheeks that he’d found her so obvious. But the smell of him so close made her insides feverish with lust. She ran one of the coffee mugs under the water, her hands suddenly clammy in spite of the dishwater.

  “Probably,” she muttered, seeing no point in trying to dodge the truth.

  Johann chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist and nibbling on her neck. She was suddenly soaked, need for him consuming her to the point where she could hardly think straight.

  “You have nothing to worry about,” he growled, tickling the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.

  “I’d better not.” She flicked dishwater at him with her fingers, suddenly feeling bold.

  Looking over her shoulder, she couldn’t look away from his dark, possessive gaze. She could see so much in those deep blue eyes. Confidence and a touch of arrogance, knowledge and strength. The strong outline of his jawbone, his expression etched in stone, with blonde curls bordering his face that almost gave him a boyish look. All of that made him just about the sexiest werewolf she’d ever laid eyes on.

  “Getting possessive on me?” His hands stroked her sides, barely touching her breasts as he moved down until his grip rested on her hips.

  She fought off a shudder, his touch sending the heat swarming through her straight to her pussy. The flushed heat hadn’t left her cheeks, and she looked down, hurrying to finish the dishes. She knew rejection, had experienced it more times in her life than she cared to remember. It was so unclear to her where this relationship was headed that she couldn’t stand it. But she wouldn’t let him see her insecurities, or her fears. Open herself up and all she would be doing was inviting in the pain.

  “I see something I like, and I go after it.” She reached for the last coffee mug, suddenly anxious to get out of there. “I’m no different than you.”

  Johann chuckled. Backing away from her he gave her rear end a sharp slap.

  “Ouch. What was that for?” Tingles raced through her. The spot where his hand had smacked her rear burned slightly, but she loved the feeling.

  “Because I felt like it.” That boyish charm that she knew probably got him anything he wanted when he was younger seeped through.

  She shut off the water, wringing the washcloth and then laying it over the edge of the sink. Turning, she held out her wet hands toward him and he grabbed her wrists, pulling her to him while he pinned her hands behind her.

  “What do you feel like doing now?” she asked. Hopefully he would want her with him after they left Rick and Elsa’s.

  Elsa’s scent reached her at the same time that Johann looked over her head. He let her go, and she turned to see Elsa staring at them, a frown on her face.

  “Did Simone upset you?” Johann moved toward Elsa, but stopped when Rick entered the kitchen.

  Elsa glanced at him but then turned around and reached for Rick. She wrapped her arms around Rick, but smiled at Johann.

  “No. Not at all.” The worry didn’t leave her eyes when she glanced at Samantha. “She wants me to watch Jere. And she wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

  Samantha saw Johann tighten, his muscles hardening under his clothes. He wanted to know why Simone wanted a babysitter.

  “We’ll get out of your hair.” Johann looked at Samantha when he spoke. He pulled his gaze away from her finally and his expression changed as he studied Elsa. “Don’t worry so much about things. The pack supports Rick’s decision to move, and will go where he says. All you need to focus on now is getting everyone ready to go.”

  Rick nodded contemplatively, indicating he agreed. Maybe the two werewolves would be able to get along. The last thing their pack needed right now was more trouble.

  Chapter Six

  Johann sucked in the morning air, more than relieved to be out of Bolton’s house. The werewolf had his good points, Johann would acknowledge that, but he still managed to get on his nerves. Elsa loved him though, s
o Johann would put up with him. But that was the only reason.

  After running with the pack, realizing how small they were, and then losing two werewolves to the Masterson pack, he knew major changes needed to take place soon. And not only with the pack. He needed to make some decisions, too.

  “Let’s go for a run.” He turned in time to see the surprised look on Samantha’s face. “Scared to take a run when the sun is coming up?”

  “Are you daring me?” She was so beautiful when he challenged her, pushed her to be the incredible woman that she was.

  “Nope.” He walked toward his truck then opened the passenger door for her.

  Her bleached blonde hair was still damp from their shower, and her skin had a rosy blush to it. She climbed into the truck, her long thin legs accented nicely in her jeans.

  Driving out of town, he parked his truck at a rest stop. Clouds passed over the rising sun, adding shade to the area.

  Sitting for a minute, he listened to the chatter of the birds outside. Peaceful and relaxed. There were no humans around. No one to cause them any grief. He turned his attention to Samantha, smelling her nervousness. But when she looked at him she smiled, her look determined. She would run with him because he wanted her to. Her loyalties lay with him. And that was what he needed to know.

  Rick Bolton had taken her in when other packs had shunned her. He knew a bit about her past, that she’d been cast off from her den at an early age, that her lineage had made her an outcast. Lunewulves were snobs. His pack had made a big mistake in letting such a strong, beautiful woman like Samantha run. But their mistake was his gain.

  “Let’s go before the sun gets much higher.” He opened his car door, standing and then pulling his shirt off. He stripped completely, tossing his clothes in his truck.