Moving around the truck, he enjoyed watching Samantha stretch while she peeled off her shirt. He moved around her when she bent over to slip out of her jeans. Taking her clothes, he tossed them in his truck as well.
“Where are we headed?” she asked.
He had no direction planned. There were decisions to make, and several werewolves relied on what he decided. He had to discuss things with Samantha and Simone. And he had to make sure he made the best choices for Jere. He would not let that little cub out of his life again. Hell. The child barely knew him. And he planned to change that. The best thing to do when options weighed heavy in his thoughts was to run, allowing the primal side of him to cleanse him. After that, his thinking would be clearer.
He allowed the change to ripple through him, blood accelerating through his veins while his bones altered their shape. Fur covered his naked body, his arms shortening and moving forward. His legs bent, no longer strong enough for him to stand on them. Dropping to all fours he sniffed the air. It was the perfect morning for a run.
Samantha dropped to all fours next to him, her petite size and glossy white coat that matched his; a dead giveaway that Lunewulf blood surged through her veins. But she had silver streaks, beautiful strokes of silver that proved she wasn’t pure blood. In her fur she was the most erotic creature he’d ever seen.
Circling her, consuming her scent, he brushed alongside her, then tasted her. Licking her face he knew that even in their fur, he couldn’t keep away from her. The little bitch had gotten into his senses, her adoring look captivating him.
She nipped at him, wagging her long sleek white tail friskily, and then took off running. She’d been blessed with the speed of the Lunewulf. But she was smaller than him, and he had no problem keeping up with her.
So you want to play, do you? He barked and sped past her, allowing himself the freedom to run without care, even if for just a bit.
His nature took on the primal side of him. The carnal, rawer instincts taking over while they ran. Samantha had no problem keeping up with him, although he kept a close eye on her. If there were other werewolves out here, he would kill anyone who got too close to her.
And she seemed aware of that fact. Samantha glowed with contentment; her silver eyes squinted against the wind, while she panted. Her sleek coat covered her slim figure, rippling while she kept up the pace.
They slowed at the first of the lakes in the area. Again he sniffed the air, making sure no one was around who could bother them. A flock of geese took to air as soon as they noticed the two dangerous predators invading their sanctuary. Samantha skipped into the water, lapping at it, making no attempt to be quiet. She was at peace, and he willingly stood guard, allowing her this time to relax and have no worries. When she looked up at him, her coat soaked around her mouth, she appeared to be laughing.
Dear God. She was beautiful. His cock hardened just watching her.
Glancing around again, checking the direction of the wind, and assuring they were alone, he knew they couldn’t stay out too long. The sun rose higher, the warmth soaking through his thick hide, making him pant. Daylight hours weren’t safe for a werewolf, not in their fur.
But this time was necessary for both of them. In their human form, emotions were suppressed, feelings kept at bay. Taking on their animal form allowed everything to even out, a soul cleansing. And with the times ahead of them, they both needed this respite.
Samantha strolled out of the water, strutting around him. Her scent consumed him while he looked down at her, knowing what she wanted.
We can’t fuck during the daylight, little bitch. He growled at her actions, nipping at her when she tried to lick his cock.
Had enough for one day, wolf man? Her teasing yelps created a smoldering fire between his hind legs. He would have difficulty running if she kept up her teasing.
Lowering his head so they saw eye-to-eye, he growled a low warning. Her ears flattened and she backed down instantly. Everything was so much simpler in their fur. He ruled and she submitted. No explanations needed. It was a law that was centuries old.
Samantha nuzzled up to him, cuddling while she brushed into his side. He could fuck her right here so easily, mount her and ride her without a thought. Pressure built inside him, urging him to do just that. Without thought, he pushed her tail to the side, tasting the sweet moisture that already started to saturate her coat.
Instantly she dropped down on her front legs, sticking her adorable ass in the air, preparing for him. Never had this woman told him no, not in her skin, not in her fur. She would give him whatever he asked if he wished it. But he needed to be responsible for both of them. It was his duty to protect her. And here and now, it was not safe to fuck.
Dammit to hell. He growled at her, causing her to turn and look at him, confusion in her eyes. Don’t tempt me like this, woman.
She turned on him, snarling in return. Don’t treat me like this. She didn’t understand.
Turning, she took off across the meadow, headed back the way they had come. Leaping after her, he endured the pain of his hardened cock, of the pent-up desire brewing inside him. She would learn that when he said it was okay to fuck, they could fuck, but when he said no, he wouldn’t tolerate her snits.
Several deer ran out of the forest, altering their direction quickly when they noticed the two of them, and racing off in the opposite direction. Johann chastised himself immediately for not noticing the change of smells, his thoughts preoccupied with Samantha.
She slowed ahead of him, too, turning to find him behind her, and then sniffing the air.
We’re not alone. He caught up with her quickly, nudging into her to keep her going. Stay next to me, he growled, unsure what other werewolves were out here.
It didn’t take long to reach the truck. He circled it once, insuring their safety, while Samantha changed to her human form and hopped inside. She had her jeans pulled over her hips when he slid in next to her.
“Who else would be running during the daytime?” She asked what he had been wondering.
He didn’t like it. If Masterson’s pack was that cocky, Bolton would do well to move his pack quickly. They had taken risks running in their fur after the sun was up. But he would never be fool enough to hunt during the daylight.
He dressed quickly, his movements slowed in the limited space, and then headed back toward town. By the time they reached the Inn where he had a room, he knew he needed to tell Bolton about the werewolves hunting. More than likely he would get an earful about taking Samantha out during daylight hours. But he wasn’t worried about that. He wanted to know when the pack would be moving, and where Bolton planned on taking them.
But first, he needed to relieve the pent-up energy his little blonde had created.
“I can’t believe we didn’t notice there were werewolves out there.” Samantha stood in front of the mirror on the wall, opposite his bed.
“Which is why we couldn’t fuck while we were in our fur.” He pulled off his shirt, enjoying how her nipples poked through the fabric of her t-shirt.
She looked at him, realization passing over her pretty face that she’d been the distraction that had prevented him from being more aware.
“I could smell your lust,” she said defensively.
“When I say no, it’s not because I don’t want you.” He unbuttoned his jeans and took a step toward her. “I am looking out for us, and you need to trust me.”
“I do trust you.” She took a step backwards when he approached, reminding him of prey that has just been cornered.
His wild side still lingered in his bloodstream. Grabbing her by the arm, he yanked her to him. She didn’t fight when he devoured her mouth, intentionally rough, needing to release the carnal desires he’d denied while in their fur.
Her mouth was hot, her tongue dancing around his while he crushed her to him. Reaching between them, he undid her jeans, tugging at them until they slid past her hips. His cock burned with need, the pressure almost painful. Wh
en he felt her fingers brush against his skin while she worked to free him from his jeans, he almost exploded.
He broke the kiss, loving how she gasped for air while hints of silver streaked through her brown eyes. He squatted in front of her, pulling her jeans down and nestling his nose between her legs. “Where do you want me this time?”
“I’m absolutely soaked.” She stepped out of her jeans, spreading her legs to allow him to stroke her pussy with his tongue. “Damn, Johann. That feels so good.”
“Give me more.” He held her hips while stroking her cunt with his tongue. Her thick cream was like nectar, sweet and intoxicating.
He turned her around. “Bend over,” he instructed, already painfully hard from just staring at the magnificent view of her shaved pussy and ass.
“Oh, God. Johann.” She rested her face on his bed, spreading her arms out as if seeking something to hold on to.
He squeezed and stretched her adorable rear end, running his tongue from one hole to the other.
“I want your ass,” he told her, enjoying her groan of approval. Anything. She always gave him anything he wanted, just as eager to experience it as he was.
Blood rushed through him when he stood, his heart throbbing so loudly he could hear it pumping through him. His cock danced an angry and eager dance, as he swore. He needed in her now, or he feared he wouldn’t be able to stand much longer, the pressure in his cock at a dangerous level.
“Damn, Samantha.” The way she bent over the bed, her expression glazed when she looked over her shoulder at him, brought out all of his animal instincts.
His vision blurred when he slid into her pussy, her gasp of delight enough to put him over the edge. Squeezing her rear he forced himself to stay coherent, to enjoy her moist heat, and not come before he was ready. Her muscles constricted around him, sucking on his cock. Blood surged through him, her heat flushing over him, making him dizzy.
He pulled out of her slowly, her white cream covering his shaft. Dipping in once again, her heat absorbing through him, he barely had the strength to stand.
“Johann.” She cried out his name, gripping the blanket with her hands.
“Is this what you wanted?” He barely had the strength to control himself.
“More. I need more.” She buried her face in his bed, stifling a cry when he thrust deep inside her.
Moisture soaked his cock, the rich cream seeping around her pussy. Using his thumbs, he traced a pattern with her come from his shaft to her ass.
“I’m going to give you more. Don’t worry.” His cock hardened even more in anticipation while he soaked the entrance of her rear end with her cream.
“Johann. Oh, God.” She lifted her head, turning to look over her shoulder.
The curve of her back, her narrow waist, and wonderfully perfect ass made such an incredible sight. For a moment he moved in and out of her, relishing in how good she felt, and how beautiful she looked.
“I want your ass, baby.” He pulled out as he spoke.
“Okay. Yes.” Bent over in front of him, her pussy and ass soaked with her white come, she gave herself to him.
He positioned himself, pressing his cockhead against the tight, puckered hole. Pressing gently at first, he immediately felt the tightness of her skin begin to suck him in. So hot. So wet. So willing.
He glided inside her, the tightness of her ass nearly suffocating him. “Dear God.” She would squeeze every drop of life right out of him.
“Oh, damn.” Her cries fed his carnal nature. She grabbed the bedspread, fisting it in her hands. Arching her back further, she threw her head back, crying out while he drove deep inside her tight ass.
He wanted to pound her ass, ride her without mercy. She was so tight, so incredibly on fire, her heat rode through him like a mad fever.
All he could do was focus on his cock; watch it disappear inside her while he gripped her ass, kneading the soft flesh. She sucked him in, her moisture lubricating his journey, easing his path.
Pressure built, carrying him over. He had to move faster, knowing that doing so would break the dam built up inside him that he could no longer control. Leaning forward, he grabbed the bedspread next to her hands. Lowering himself, he relished in her sweet scent. Her lust was an intoxicating smell while he rode her ass, gliding in and out, faster and faster. The pressure within him rushed through his body, growing painfully. Falling. Floating. She milked him. The dam broke. Pleasure rushed through him until he thought he would pass out.
“Samantha. Dammit.” He pulled out just in time to soak her ass with his thick white come, drenching her rear end until he could come no more. “You are incredible, woman,” he gasped, collapsing on top of her, then rolling to his side.
She nestled up next to him, her heart pitter-pattering when she pressed her body next to his. “So are you,” she whispered, relaxing contentedly in his arms.
Within minutes he knew she was asleep. Kissing her forehead, he lifted her, pulling the blankets down so he could wrap her in them.
“Where are you going?” She stirred, looking up through glazed brown eyes. She had that just fucked and very content look. He loved it.
“I have some things to take care of. Sleep.” He kissed her forehead, relishing in her scent one moment longer before he had to leave.
“What do you have to do?” She sounded half awake. So beautiful.
He could so easily blow off his responsibilities and sleep the day away with her.
“I need to talk to Simone.” He found his jeans. Already he didn’t look forward to the meeting he had to have with the woman who had whelped his cub. But time was running out. The pack would move soon. And he wouldn’t lose his daughter.
Samantha stared at him. He knew she didn’t understand. She would. He would see to it. But for now, the best thing for her to do was rest. When the pack was ready to move, he would have her by his side. But until then, he had matters to deal with.
Chapter Seven
Samantha woke up starving. It was almost dark outside, which meant she’d slept all day. And Johann had been gone all day. After showering, she called Elsa.
“I told Rocky I would spend the night with her, but I guess I’m stranded here.”
“I’ll be over in a minute.” Elsa had told her ten minutes ago. “Rick doesn’t want any of the women in the pack going anywhere alone since the Masterson pack seems to be swarming the town.”
Now, pacing the small room, she wondered where Johann was. She bounded out the door, ready to get away from that small room, with the rich scent of their lovemaking still lingering in the air. It seemed forever had passed when Elsa finally pulled into the parking lot.
“Did you end up babysitting Jere?” she asked, noticing the cub wasn’t with Elsa.
“I watched her for a couple of hours today.” Elsa had worn-out jeans on and a snug fitting sweater that showed off her petite figure. She brushed her long blonde hair over her shoulder, smiling at Samantha. “Simone came and got her right before you called. I guess she wasn’t too happy with whatever Johann told her. But I’m sure you know all about that.”
Samantha didn’t have a clue what Johann discussed with Simone. And she was dying to know. She found small satisfaction in the fact that Simone wasn’t happy after visiting with him. Now if she could only find out what it was they talked about.
She pondered this while she rode with Elsa. They had pulled into Rick’s driveway when Samantha heard gravel crunching behind them. She spotted Rick’s truck pulling in behind them when she looked in the rear view mirror.
Both Rick and Johann hopped out of either side of the truck. “Shit,” she gasped, as she turned around quickly and looked at her feet. “It’s Johann, and I look like shit.”
Elsa couldn’t stifle a giggle and playfully punched Samantha in the arm. “He’s just a werewolf. What impresses me is that the two of them are together—and not fighting.”
Elsa’s smile disappeared as she turned toward the house. “What the hell?”
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Simone sat on the front porch, a suitcase next to her, and Jere on her lap. She stood slowly, tight blue jeans showing off her long thin legs and flat tummy.
The two women got out of the car as the men came up from behind. Rick grabbed Elsa by the back of the neck, kissing her, and then guided her to the house. Johann’s attention was on Simone, and Samantha edged near him. She would make sure Simone knew Johann wasn’t available.
“I didn’t expect such a going-away party.” Simone smiled at everyone, but Samantha sensed the tension and fear swarming around the woman.
“What are you talking about, Simone?” Johann sounded dangerous, his tone low and demanding.
Samantha looked from him to Simone, the two of them staring at each other. Simone looked away first, holding her head high, and gripping her daughter’s hand. But Johann continued to stare at her, his muscles tense and rippling underneath the shirt he had on.
“I wanted to thank you, Elsa, for letting me into the pack.” Simone took a step toward them, but paused, looking at Johann and then quickly back at Elsa. “We’re headed back to our home pack. I thought we would say goodbye before we left.”
“You would disappear on me again with my cub?” Johann raised his voice, moving in on Simone.
Elsa jumped in between them, but Rick grabbed her, pulling her back to him.
“I didn’t disappear on you. You disappeared on me.” Simone wrapped her hand around her daughter’s head, pressing her to her thigh.
“I didn’t know you carried my cub,” Johann snarled, then took a step back, running his hand through his hair. “Samantha, take Jere inside. She doesn’t need to hear this.”
No. She wanted to hear this. Samantha fought the urge to cry out that she didn’t want to be left out of this conversation. The sad reality though was none of this was her concern. Johann had a past, and he was right. If voices were raised, the cub didn’t need to be part of it.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Samantha is a wonderful lady. I’ll be inside in just a minute,” she heard Simone whisper to her daughter.
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