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by In Her Dreams(lit)

  “Get out to the car. Now!” Johann sounded more furious than she’d ever heard him sound.

  “You don’t have to talk to her like that.” Simone jumped to her defense, surprising her.

  Samantha regained her footing, turning to look at Simone. But Rick and Marty were right behind Johann, and they all moved in front of her. She barely saw Johann grab Simone, lifting her from the ground. He turned to glare at her.

  “Go to the car, Samantha. Move it.”

  She turned and hurried out of the bar, her entire body shaking.

  “Are you okay?” Elsa asked, pushing the passenger door open for her. Rick’s truck idled next to Elsa’s car, and from how it was parked, it looked like the werewolves had skid to a stop right in front of the bar. “Where is Simone?”

  “I’m fine.”

  She didn’t have to say anymore. The two of them watched the werewolves leave the bar with Simone among them. Simone said something to Rick, and then fell backwards into Johann when Rick looked like he would strangle her. Simone obviously said something disrespectful, because Rick looked like he would wring her neck. He left her clinging to Johann and strolled over to Elsa’s car. She rolled her window down partially. Johann opened the back door and almost shoved Simone inside.

  “We’ll meet you back at the house.” Rick tapped the top of Elsa’s car with his hand and then turned toward his truck.

  “Are you okay?” Samantha got a closer look at Simone’s bruised face. Werewolves healed quickly. The bruise would be gone by the next day.

  “I’m fine.” She didn’t look fine. “I’m sure those brutes will believe what they want, but if I hadn’t gone with them, Bolton and his cronies were headed over to your house, Elsa. They knew Rick wasn’t there.”

  “Oh, shit.” Elsa twisted to look at Simone. “Did you tell Rick that?”

  “Not yet.” Simone shrugged, looking past them out the front windshield.

  The three men had climbed into the truck. Rick honked for Elsa to get moving. Samantha straightened in her seat. Worry made the inside of the car stink.

  The werewolves who had been in the bar walked into the parking lot, glaring at Rick’s truck.

  “Your pack won’t live through the night, Bolton.”

  Samantha clasped her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking.

  Chapter Nine

  Simone stared at them defiantly, daring them to challenge anything she said. She hadn’t changed a bit over the years.

  “I don’t think you understand.” Johann ran his hands through his hair, walking over to stare out the front window. “You can’t act like this anymore. You have a cub. Responsibilities.”

  “You can’t take her away from me.” Simone glanced at Rick, who leaned in the doorway toward the kitchen, listening.

  Johann didn’t need to look at the pack leader. “Prove yourself unfit, and you’re damned straight I can take her.”

  She grabbed his arm, her thin fingers cold against his skin. “Do you hate me that much, Johann?” Her expression contorted with grief, the scent of it almost drowning out her musky perfume. “I am a good mother. Jere was kept safe. She was never exposed to any danger. I did what I did for the pack, for Elsa…for Samantha.”

  He studied her, those blue eyes as light as a summer sky but with too much eye makeup. Her lips had a natural rose color, and her blonde hair had streaks of highlights he was sure she paid good money to have done every month. She looked a lot older than she used to.

  She sighed, looking away from him. “I’m sorry that I scared Elsa and the other bitches,” she told Rick.

  He nodded, turning when the phone rang. She glanced back at Johann, her gaze lowering, taking in his physique. When she looked him in the eye again, her defiance had returned. Tossing her hair over her shoulder she left the room.

  Rick returned from the kitchen, holding the cordless phone in his hand. “Tonight I will turn this territory over to Masterson. We leave in the morning.”

  The decision to turn good hunting land over to the other pack had been a tough one. Johann saw the turmoil rage in Bolton’s eyes, but he admired the werewolf for possessing the strength to make the right decision for his pack.

  “You and Samantha can stay here tonight, if you wish.”

  “Sounds good.” Johann glanced up the stairs, knowing the women bonded while they comforted Simone. Maybe it would allow Samantha and Simone the opportunity to become friends. He hoped so.

  Later that night he woke to Samantha’s dreaming again. Her murmuring stirred him and he pulled her closer where they slept together on the living room floor. Pulling the covers over them, he ran his hand over her soft skin, relishing in the soft contours of her body.

  Her chest rose and fell with her quick breathing. Johann cupped her breast, her nipple puckering against his skin. She mumbled something, her voice a mere whisper, teasing his senses, like a soft breeze on a warm day. Turning, she cuddled into him, nestling her body against his. He was hard in an instant, throbbing, aching to be inside her. The heat between her legs called to him, her moist heat spreading over him, burning through to his very soul.

  “Johann.” She spoke his name on a breath.

  He forgot to breathe, dared not move, but cradled her, waiting to hear the words. She had told him she loved him before in her sleep. And although she had been dreaming, her feelings had come forth and expressed what she wasn’t able to tell him when she was awake. He waited, hoping to hear her say them again.

  But her breathing slowed, her body relaxing against his. The softness of her skin soothed him, and he knew he would have to accept that. His precious Samantha slipped into a deeper sleep, her dream having ended.

  Johann didn’t remember falling asleep, but when he woke up, Samantha wasn’t by his side. Moving quickly, he grabbed his clothes, noting it was barely light outside. Relief overwhelmed him when he found her in the kitchen, her hair tousled and sleep still making her soft brown eyes look glazed.

  “Want some coffee?” she asked him. “Rick and Marty are already outside loading the vehicles.”

  Within an hour they were on the road, headed for Canada and their new home. Johann saw immediately why Elsa fell in love with the old place when they pulled up. They were out in the middle of nowhere, open land spreading around them for miles.

  The place needed a lot of work. But voices of approval sang out while they trudged through the place, hauling in furniture and unloading boxes.

  “Where are you going?” Johann paused on the wide staircase when Samantha started down the hallway on the second floor.

  “This is where my room is going to be.” She held a box of her things in her arms, a smudge of dirt streaked across her face. She blew at a strand of hair. “Elsa assigned all of our rooms to us right after we got here. Simone and Jere have that room.” She nodded her head to the closed door nearest her. “I have this next room. Elsa and Rick are on the other side of me, and Rocky is at the end of the hall.”

  Mighty convenient how Rick had his single bitches within earshot. He adjusted the box in his arms. “Well, let’s see if your room is any bigger than mine.”

  He followed the soft sway of her ass down the hall, enjoying how her faded blue jeans hugged her just right. More than anything he wanted to slide his hand along the seat of her pants, feel her heat through the material, hear her moan from his touch.

  “The rooms on the third floor are a lot smaller.” He put his box down on a chair by the door, and took in the solid woodwork that was in every room.

  One large window offered plenty of light, enough to see that re-varnishing the floor and baseboards would be enough to make this room sparkle. Everything seemed to be solid.

  “We have to share a bathroom that is at the end of the hall, but otherwise, it’s really nice.” She dropped her box on the floor, the thud echoing in the empty room.

  “It’s the same way on the third floor.” He turned at the sounds of footsteps on the stairs. Marty and Rocky talked to each oth
er as they started down the hall. “Marty, Toby and I will be sharing a bathroom.”

  He closed the bedroom door, noticing it didn’t lock.

  “What are you doing?” Samantha asked, her voice much quieter than a second before.

  “I’m going to fuck you.”

  She smiled instantly, her nipples puckering eagerly through her shirt. But then she crossed her arms over her chest, glancing past him, hearing the commotion going on just outside their room.

  “What if someone comes in here?”

  “Then they will see me making love to you.”

  “What if it’s Jere?” Excitement radiated around her, making her smell even sweeter than usual.

  He wouldn’t give up this moment. There was a lot of work to do, and he knew they would be busy for the rest of the day arranging furniture in all of the rooms. Turning, he slid the chair with the box on it in front of the door.

  “Come here.” He told her, loving the glow that flushed her cheeks.

  She didn’t hesitate, walking into his arms and pressing her soft body against his.

  “We don’t have much time,” he told her, wishing he could enjoy every inch of her.

  “I know.” She gasped when he tugged at her jeans, freeing the buttons with one hand.

  She helped him ease the material past her hips, her rich creamy smell filling the air around them instantly. Her scent intoxicated him, filling his senses like a wildfire. An aching pressure surged through him, gripping him like an untamed beast. He craved her like no other woman. Just touching her, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips, made him crazy with need.

  “I need to fuck you now.” He grasped at his buttons on his jeans, tearing at them eagerly. His cock needed freedom before the pain made him explode. How she managed to make him harder than steel just by being around her, he had no clue.

  “Yes, Johann.” She ran her hands under his shirt, her small hands grazing over his chest. Her touch was like a wave of electricity, charging his muscles, making them itch to grow.

  She brought out the beast in him; carnal and wild, he could barely think when she wrapped her arms around him. Her soft lips brushed against his, moist and hot. He needed more, had to be inside her in every way possible.

  Spearing her mouth with his tongue, he swallowed her gasp, lifted her while he devoured her mouth. Her hands were in his hair, brushing over his cheeks, touching him everywhere, charging him with a need he couldn’t master.

  He barely had his cock free, his pants hugging his hips, the material parted enough so that his hardness was no longer confined. And when she wrapped her thin legs around him, clinging to him, her heat absorbed through his shaft, saturated his scrotum, drowning him before he was even inside her.

  “Damn, woman.” He pressed her back against the wall, catching his breath while he reached between them, positioning his cock at her entrance.

  She thrust her pussy forward. “Now, Johann. Fuck me now.”

  He dove deep inside her, her muscles parting and sucking him in. It took all his strength to hold her up, her heat sweltering, burning him while he buried himself deep inside her.

  When she would have cried out, he pressed his mouth to hers, allowing her to release her passion into his mouth. Her tongue danced with his while he impaled her again. Her muted gasp was buried in their kiss, hot and passionate. She dug her nails into his shoulders, her thighs clamped against his hips while he fucked her, pounded her hot cunt while her thick juices threatened to drown him.

  The room filled with the scent of their lust, hot and heady, so thick he could hardly breathe. With every thrust, his cock grew, pressure building so fast he couldn’t control it.

  “I’m going to come,” he hissed, breathing heavily into her mouth.

  “Yes,” she cried, her muscles tightening around him, suffocating him while her orgasm ripped through her.

  She held him so tightly while her body shook, her heat absorbed through him, filling him with power like no one else could give him. The dam broke inside him, his juices streaming through him like hot lava. He fought to catch his breath while he emptied himself deep inside her.

  A solid knock on the door made Samantha jump. She clung to him, gasping.

  “Some of us have work to do,” Marty teased, his laughter echoing in the hallway.

  Rocky giggled, their footsteps fading as they reached the stairwell.

  Chapter Ten

  There were only a few packs in Ontario. Over the following weeks, each pack leader welcomed them to the district. Elsa and Johann served as interpreters to the French pack leader who visited from a territory north of them.

  “There are no packs within several hundred miles of us,” Rick told all of them while they sat around the long dining room table. “You couldn’t have purchased a more prime piece of land if you’d spent months researching the project.”

  He beamed at Elsa, who blushed beautifully.

  “But you bought it on a whim,” Rick added. “And that reinforces my belief that we are destined to be successful in our new territory.”

  “Here. Here.” Marty raised his water glass, offering a toast.

  Samantha lifted her glass, too, along with the others. The smell of the steaks lingered in the air, and the rich irony aroma of the greens distracted her. Maybe the huge meal after helping wallpaper the living room all day had been too much.

  “I’m not clearing your dishes for you,” Miranda announced. “If anyone wants some of my chocolate cake, you better get your dishes in the sink and scraped.”

  A loud scuffling of chairs sounded, everyone talking at once.

  “Cake.” Jere cried out her excitement. “Mommy, I want some cake.”

  “You’re on kitchen duty with me.” Rocky nudged Samantha, pointing at the schedule Elsa had printed up and hung on the refrigerator.

  “We’ll eat our cake later.” Rick already headed toward the back door. “Werewolves, let’s get back to work.”

  Samantha glanced out the back door at the house frame that stood behind one of the outbuildings. Marty had announced to everyone that he had finally gotten Rick to approve of him mating with Rocky. Ever since then the men had been working on a cottage out back for the two of them. Johann swatted her on the rear end before following the others out back.

  She envied Rocky, but kept her feelings to herself. She had no idea how Johann felt about her, other than the fact that he loved to fuck her.

  You’re being too hard on the werewolf. She knew her emotions were running high right now. Johann cared for her very much. She saw that in his actions. And as isolated as they were, she knew he wasn’t seeing any other bitches.

  “I can’t believe how quickly everyone has bonded.” Elsa stared out the back door, watching the men get to work.

  “Isn’t it wonderful?” Rocky started giggling. “And I wish you all would have told me how wonderful sex was a long time ago.”

  Elsa burst out laughing, turning and wrapping her arms around her friend. “Rick would have killed me if I’d done that.”

  “Rocky, you’ve gone and fallen in love.” Simone chuckled, her deep sultry laugh causing her daughter to giggle too.

  “It’s wonderful.” Rocky rinsed the dishes she’d been scrubbing and put them in the strainer. “I swear he tells me he loves me every five minutes.”

  Samantha forced a smile. Johann may not love her, but he did care about her. She would have to accept that. She scraped the leftovers into dishes to save as late night snacks after their runs. Hopefully the men wouldn’t work too late into the evening. A late-night run with wild sex under the country sky sounded like a perfect end to the day.

  Ever since they’d started working on the cottage out back, Johann hadn’t come to her room as much. Often he would stop by to kiss her good night, and then tell her he needed to get some sleep. Only once had he snuck her upstairs to sleep with him. She sighed, craving his warm touch, those powerful arms wrapped around her. Life just seemed better when she was with him.


  “As soon as we’re through here, I’ll help you sort through that video collection you’ve got.” Rocky looked at her, her tone softer.

  Samantha wondered if her emotions could be smelled. “That would be great.” She didn’t feel like spending the evening alone in her bedroom anyway.

  “Look what I’ve got.” Simone sauntered into Samantha’s bedroom that evening after having put Jere to bed.

  Rocky and Elsa sat on the floor, looking through the boxes of videos while Samantha stood at her shelves. All three women looked up at Simone.

  “Wine,” Elsa explained, grinning at the bottle in Simone’s hand. “I’ll go get some cups.”

  “No need.” She extended her teeth and pulled the cork out of the bottle. “We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves by going downstairs.”

  She offered the open bottle to Elsa, respecting her title as queen bitch.

  “This will be fun.” Elsa held the bottle in her hands, turning it, watching the fluid inside. “The men all went on a run, claiming the territory as theirs. And with Miranda and the others asleep, we can have our own little party.”

  Elsa sipped and then offered the bottle to Samantha. She stared at the blood-colored fluid inside.

  “We can get drunk and share all of our dark secrets,” Simone said.

  Samantha looked up at her, wondering what dark secrets she had. Glancing back at the bottle, she took a small sip. It tasted nothing like blood but went down almost as easily. Her stomach bubbled around the intrusion. She passed the bottle to Rocky.

  “I don’t know if I should.” Rocky stared at the bottle.

  “Why not?” Elsa asked.

  Instead of taking the bottle, Rocky looked down at her hands, her soft brown curls falling around her face. When she looked up, tears had welled in her eyes. One streamed a path down her cheek.

  “Ohh…” Simone rubbed her hands together. “You’ve got a secret to share.”