Samantha took the little cub’s hand and went inside. She was glad when she found a TV show that Jere liked. Samantha relaxed, admitting she’d been worried the cub wouldn’t want to be with her, but with Simone.
“I’ll see if I can find you some juice, sweetheart.” She ran her hand over the cub’s pale blond hair, noticing again that she had her father’s eyes.
She walked into the kitchen and put her fists on the counter, taking short, quick breaths, trying to calm the carnal instincts that made her so much more than human. Her blood begged to pump faster. Her bones ached to grow. Her muscles hurt with the desire to give her strength…strength to kill with her bare hands. She couldn’t remember the last time fury overpowered her ability to control when she changed into fur.
And she was just as angry with Johann as she was with herself. He had pushed her away, leaving without discussing what he planned to do earlier. It was as if his private affairs were none of her concern. Well, she wasn’t a doormat, to be used and cast aside when matters of importance came up.
She forced her hands to relax on the counter and noted the silence outside. Where was Johann? Had he left with Simone? It didn’t sound like he would have been willing to drive her to the bus station. And Simone didn’t sound like she would leave without her daughter. She closed her eyes and prayed for patience when she heard footsteps approaching. She gathered all the strength she could and turned around, hoping she appeared composed.
“Thank you for bringing her inside.” Simone held Jere in her arms, and stopped in the doorway to the kitchen. Her eyes drifted around the room. “This is a nice house.”
Since Samantha had little to do with how nice the house was, she simply nodded her head. She relaxed her facial muscles when she focused on Jere.
“How old is she?” Samantha tried to get the little cub to smile.
“Three.” Simone gave her daughter a slight squeeze.
Elsa appeared behind her, smiling at the cub. “We can put you in a room upstairs. Although to be honest, I don’t know how long we’ll be here. Rick is talking about moving us soon.”
Samantha felt her gut tighten into a knot. She strolled toward the front door, pausing when she noticed Rick and Johann out front in what appeared to be a rather heated discussion. Once again she wondered if Johann would move with the pack. The only thing she knew for sure at this point was that he didn’t want Simone and Jere going anywhere without him.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the screen door, and stepped out on to the porch.
“Johann. You need a committee formed to take a cub from its mother. There’s pack law to consider.” Rick stopped talking when he saw her and ran his hand through his tousled hair.
“I don’t plan on breaking any laws.” Johann noticed her and moved to her quickly, grabbing her hand.
She barely had time to think before he dragged her past Rick. “Walk with me. I need the fresh air.”
“Are you going to tell me what is going on?” she asked after she’d managed to keep up with his stride for over a block.
“I want my daughter with me.” He didn’t add any more information. Apparently he felt that summed it up.
She nodded, seeing the determined set of his jaw. Cool air wrapped around her, the smells of the city drowning out the fragrance the breeze brought. Her thoughts were in turmoil though, and she needed some answers. She had to have some kind of direction, anything just so she could have peace of mind.
“Do you plan on moving with the pack?” she asked, looking up at him, searching his expression.
“I think it’s the best idea for the time being,” he told her, taking her hand when they crossed the street.
Her mind raced. Johann had no idea how worried she was about being with him. Therefore it wasn’t something he was concerned about. Either he assumed they would stay together when the pack moved, or their being together wasn’t foremost on his mind.
“I guess I should start packing.” Her small apartment wouldn’t take long to organize.
“You’re right.” He looked at her as if that thought hadn’t crossed his mind. “Pack only what you absolutely need to have, and we’ll haul everything else to Goodwill.”
Once again Johann left her, this time at her apartment. “I’ll call you later tonight,” he told her after kissing her on the forehead. “Maybe you can talk Rocky into helping you get stuff sorted.”
It was a good idea. Rocky’s place would need to be cleaned out too.
“The big chore will be packing Rick’s home,” Rocky told her later that evening after they’d managed to pack up her tiny apartment. “My place won’t take much longer than it did here.”
It was after midnight when they finally had both places cleaned and organized. Rocky sat down in the middle of her living room when the phone rang.
“Do you want to run with Rick, Elsa and Marty?” she asked, her smile showing she liked the idea.
“I think I’d rather take a shower.” And figure out where in the hell Johann had disappeared too. At least she knew Simone was staying next door, and so he wasn’t with her.
Someone rapped on the front door, and she knew her delight was obvious when she grinned from ear to ear at the sight of Johann.
“You two could earn a living doing this,” he teased, glancing around at stacked boxes and trash bags.
“Not on your life,” Rocky retorted, pushing herself to her feet. “Well, I’m going to go run with the others. You two have a good night.”
The others stood outside waiting. Samantha barely had the energy to tell them good night before she climbed into Johann’s truck.
Later that night, she stretched contentedly under the warm blankets. Johann’s long body kept her entire side warm. She reveled in how well their bodies fit together. The cool air in Johann’s room tickled her nose. Hints of moonlight peeking through the closed curtains, begged her to come out and play. Silently, she slid out from under the covers and padded across the cold floor.
“I’m going to follow you.” A rumbly voice spoke from underneath the blankets.
Samantha giggled, thrilled at the idea. “Hmm, should I let him catch me, or not?” she mumbled loud enough for him to hear.
She slid into her jeans, then grabbed her sweatshirt and ran from the room, without putting it on, when Johann growled again and worked to untangle the covers.
Fall would come early this year—and it would be a short season. The night air slapped at her cheeks the second she shut the motel room door behind her. It was a shame she couldn’t run alone. But she knew she had to wait for Johann to appear, and then walk through town with him before allowing the change.
The cold night air woke her up. Even though she knew they had only slept a few hours, she was glad they weren’t missing at least some of the evening. Johann held her close while they walked, until they reached the edge of town, where the trees grew thicker. They were trudging through the forest when Johann decided it was okay to strip out of their clothes.
The change rippled through her, and she danced under the moonlight as she trotted through the trees. Breaking into a full-fledged run, she left Johann behind. Dried leaves crunched behind her, and she knew Johann was in hot pursuit.
The cold air made her frisky, and she darted to the side, willing to play a game of cat and mouse. But as she curved to the right, Johann barreled into her, and she rolled over crushed leaves, the world spinning around her.
What the hell? It took her a minute to realize that his instinct worked in full beast mode. He would take what he wanted.
She struggled to get to her feet, but a powerful werewolf hovered over her, his glossy white fur filling her vision. His cock was huge, protruding between his hind legs, and he growled and nipped at her ear, sending sweet pain rushing through her.
You will submit, my sweet bitch, his growl seemed to say. She had never considered saying no. Besides, he had her trapped.
And she didn’t want to deny him. I am your sweet little bitc
h. She growled and looked up into possessive eyes, his massive head hovering over hers, lust clouding his expression, dagger-like teeth pointing down at her.
He pressed his cock against her leg, and she lifted her tail to the side, allowing him access. She watched his eyes cloud over, and he didn’t hesitate in driving into her.
Holy shit! She yelped at the new sensation, his long thick cock, shaped differently than in his human form, plowing into the narrow crevice of her werewolf pussy.
She laid on her side, and spread her hind legs so that he could penetrate her further, slide deeper into her hot cunt, fill her with his animal cock.
His hindquarters begin to move, as he speared her again and again, building pressure unlike any she had ever experienced as a woman.
This carnal act was raw, untamed, and without pretense. Instinct drove her, her body filling with an orgasm, thicker and hotter than any she had felt up until now. He showed no mercy, beating her with his cock, slamming her tender pussy, filling her womb with a pressure that only he could appease.
She cried out, howling underneath him, which seemed to feed his madness and make him beat her soul with his lust. He grew inside her, with each plunge he swelled, her pussy juices soaking both of them, until he impaled her with so much force she thought she would slide out from underneath him. But his cock held her in place, gripping her from within, securing her, locking the two of them, bonding them together.
She panted underneath him, sated and content, feeling the security of her world around him as he hovered over her. Minutes passed, the world around them calm in respect, until finally he slid out of her. He nudged her swollen pussy with his nose, and she spread her legs willingly as he stroked her fiery hole with his tongue.
You are so good, she wanted to cry out, his tongue sending her into a state of bliss. But her beast’s mouth could only growl her pleasure. He speared her tender pussy with the tip of his tongue, lapping up their cum, and she felt her insides swell once again.
Shit. Oh, shit. She yelped and contorted her body, but his large head between her hind legs made it too hard to move. Wave after wave of sweet pleasure rippled through her, like a fresh spring racing over jagged rocks. She exploded, gushing with hot cum, filling the air with her beast’s lust.
When she opened her eyes, Johann stood, looking down at her, his long red tongue licking her cum from the fur on his face. He looked very, very pleased with himself.
She struggled to stand, proving that four wobbly legs were no better than two, and he gently gripped the nape of her neck with his teeth until she had the strength to move.
They loped side-by-side back to where their clothes were, and she dressed quickly after changing into her human form. Turning she saw Johann watched her in his fur.
Slowly, he walked toward her. With him in his animal form, they were almost eye-to-eye. He was a huge, menacing looking creature. Samantha held her hand out and rubbed the side of his head. He pushed his head into her hand. She could feel teeth as long as her palm, brush across her skin.
He continued to move closer until he rested his head on her shoulder and tickled the nape of her neck with his cold nose. She wrapped her arms around his huge neck, and he was almost able to lift her feet from the ground.
“I love you.” She kissed the coarse white hair on his cheek, and he blinked at her, then took his huge red tongue and licked her across her face.
“Johann!” she cried out, and then rolled over realizing she wiped her face with the blanket, and not her sweater.
It had been a dream. Nothing but a dream. She looked up into his sleeping face, wondering if she’d actually spoken out loud. And if so, had she just told him she loved him?
Chapter Eight
Over the next couple of days, the pack seemed to be in complete disarray. Rick held several meetings, and Samantha heard along with the others that the house Elsa had bought would be their new home.
“It used to be an old boarding house.” Elsa glowed with excitement when she described the place to them. “I know it needs a little work, but we can make it our home, and it sits on a thousand acres. All of that will be pack land. We can build on it, hunt on it, live the way we are supposed to live.”
A few members approached Rick telling him they were moving on to another pack, but most agreed to go. Now the men went from home to home, helping to pack, load furniture, and haul unnecessary items to charity centers.
She stood in the kitchen that morning at Elsa and Rick’s house, talking to Rocky, while they pulled pictures from the walls, cleaning and packing at the same time. Simone had left early that morning, leaving Jere with them. The cub sat on the floor playing with several dolls Johann had bought her.
Elsa stacked another picture on the table when the phone rang.
“What is it?” Samantha noticed Elsa’s worried look after she hung up the phone.
“Miranda is down at the diner.” Elsa chewed her lip while she looked down at Jere. Rocky had sat on the floor, looking much like a little girl herself, helping to dress the dolls. “We better head down there.”
She left the kitchen, Samantha and Rocky right behind her.
“Simone just left with a couple of Masterson’s pack members,” she whispered, keeping her eye on the kitchen. Obviously she didn’t want Jere to hear. “But she didn’t look to happy to be leaving with them. Miranda is worried that she is in trouble.”
Damn. Damn. Damn.
“Someone needs to stay with Jere.” Rocky glanced back toward the kitchen, the cub now singing to herself in the other room.
“I don’t want to go alone.” Elsa looked at both of them.
“I’ll go with you.” Samantha knew she had more street sense than Elsa or Rocky, but she never dreamed she would use it to rescue Simone.
“We need to find the men,” Elsa said after backing her car out of the drive. “I know they planned on packing up several dens this morning.”
“Did Miranda have any idea where Simone and the werewolves were headed?” Samantha stared out the window, trying to figure out why Simone would agree to go with the other pack members if she didn’t want to.
“One of the werewolves had mentioned killing some time playing pool. I guess they would have gone to the bar.”
“Why don’t you drop me off there? Wait long enough for me to find out if she is there. And then you can go find the men,” Samantha suggested.
“I can’t leave you alone like that.” Elsa shook her head. “Rick would have my neck. Not to mention Johann would be outraged if I left you in a situation like that.”
Samantha looked down at what she was wearing. Loose fitting jeans and a sweatshirt, and she wasn’t wearing makeup. “Look,” she said. “There is a reason why Simone left with them. And I doubt it was to partake in an orgy.”
Elsa looked at her wide-eyed, but quickly turned her attention to the road.
“All I need to do is find out why she is with them. No one will notice me.” She gestured at her attire, knowing she was far from attractive at the moment. “Believe me. If they have Simone, they won’t give me a second glance.”
“Don’t cut yourself short.” Elsa frowned, but turned in the direction of the bar. “You are a lot prettier than Simone.”
Elsa must not see Simone for the sexy woman that she was. More than likely because they had grown up together. But Samantha smiled at the compliment anyway.
Elsa pulled into the parking lot, and the two of them stared at the bar for a moment. Not many cars were there this early in the day. And those that were parked in the gravel lot looked familiar.
“I’ll let you know if they are in there.” Samantha jumped out, her stomach in knots. She had no idea how she would play this out if Simone were in the bar.
Her eyes adjusted quickly to the softly lit pool hall while she stood in the doorway for a minute. Simone sat at the other end on a bar stool, her back to the door, watching a couple of men play pool. Samantha noticed immediately the black mini-skirt Simone wore
with black pantyhose and flat black boots. Even with the baggy sweater she had on, Simone turned heads. She was no comparison to the sexy, well-built bitch.
Turning and nodding to Elsa, she entered the bar, wondering if she even had any cash on her. Maybe she hadn’t planned this out so well. And Simone didn’t appear to be in any real danger.
One of the men playing pool must have made a good shot. He whooped with delight, turning to Simone and pulling her off the bar stool. The werewolf kissed her soundly, running his hand up underneath her mini-skirt. Simone didn’t appear to be resisting, but she almost fell onto her bar stool when he let her go. The other werewolf laughed, and then he came up to Simone, grabbing her by the hair, and leaning her head back while he stuck his tongue down her throat.
Samantha thought she might gag. Her mouth went dry, and she leaned against the bar counter, trying to figure out what to do.
“What can I get you?” The bartender glanced her way, but then looked to the end of the bar where Simone sat.
“Give us another round,” the werewolf who had just made the good shot yelled. He was a heavyset man with bushy brown hair. Simone could do a lot better. “And get the pretty lady down there her drink too.”
Simone did turn around then and stared at her. A nasty green bruise covered her cheek. Samantha simply stared for a moment, realizing they had already roughed her up a bit.
Simone stood and walked toward her. “Get out of here. Now.” She didn’t smile, and her words were harsh.
“Not without you.” Samantha straightened, not breaking eye contact with the pretty Lunewulf bitch.
“I can’t leave. But you can. Go get help if you want. But get the hell out of here.” There was a desperate edge to Simone’s tone.
“Help is on its way.” Or at least she hoped so. She lowered her voice, noticing one of the werewolves had realized Simone no longer sat with them. “Let’s go. You know we can outrun them.”
The heavyset werewolf started toward them, a leer on his face. “You got a friend, little bitch?” he asked.
Light flooded the bar when the door opened behind Samantha. Simone’s eyes grew wide at the same time Samantha smelled outrage. It saturated the air around her. She didn’t have time to turn around before large hands grabbed her, causing her to stumble backwards.
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