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  “Fuck me,” she whispered, and he wanted nothing more than to do just that.

  He watched her remove her clothes, her hands trembling while she pulled her shirt over her head. Large breasts almost fell out of her bra, the lacy material no match for the full soft mounds. He cupped them, squeezing them together, wanting desperately to place his cock deep between their fullness.

  She unbuttoned her jeans, smiling up at him with such eagerness his body ached for her.

  “Come here, wolf man.” She slid out of her jeans, leaving them as a puddle on the floor while she backed up toward his bed. “Fuck me. Hurry.”

  He stepped out of his jeans as well, then pulled his t-shirt off with little effort. Climbing over her, he spread her long thin legs, the scent of her pussy drowning him like a rich sweet drug. The heat of her cunt reached his cock before he touched her. But when he pressed against her moist folds, he could hardly breathe. Lust hung so thick in the air he drowned in it, unable to focus on anything but being deep inside her.

  “You asked for it, little bitch.” He gritted his teeth, feeling the pressure grow in him while his beast’s cravings battled to take over.

  He drove into her, filling her instantly. She slid across the bed, reaching for him, her nails dragging over his skin while she cried out.

  “Shit. Oh—fuck.” She clung to him, her eyes wide as her mouth formed an adorable circle.

  “This is what you want, isn’t it?” He pulled out of her, feeling her thick cream cling to him while her muscles contracted around him.

  “Yes,” she managed to gasp, and then clawed at the air when he drove into her again.

  He knelt on his haunches, spreading her legs, her perfumed lust filling the air. Burying himself deep inside her again, her heat tormenting him, feeding his lust. He pounded her cunt, feeling his come swell inside him. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. But she felt so damned good. Her silky-smooth muscles wrapped around him, sucking him deeper inside her. If he could only hold out, enjoy being inside her just a few more minutes…

  “Samantha, I…” Everything inside him begged to explode. He struggled to bury himself just a bit deeper, relish in her pleasure for one more second.

  Her heat suffocated him, her muscles clamping down so hard, demanding his climax. Johann let go, releasing his hot fluid. Her muscles trembled around his cock while she went over the edge with him.

  “Damn,” she breathed, reaching for him, pulling him over her, wrapping her arms and legs around him, holding him inside her. “You are so awesome, Johann.”

  He smiled, hearing her satisfaction. Rolling to his back, he nestled her on top of him. The pack would call for them soon enough. But until they did, he wanted nothing more than to be alone with Samantha.

  As he stroked her back, she relaxed over him, her heart slowing its beat against his chest. It didn’t take long before he knew she’d fallen asleep. His thoughts strayed to what might lay ahead of them. An adventure. A new home. And although both of them had known a lot of running, jumping from one pack to the other, this time they would do it together. Or at least he hoped she would stay with him.

  Chapter Three

  Samantha woke up slowly to the phone ringing.

  “It’s four o’clock in the morning. Who would be calling at this hour?” She stared at the glowing numbers on the clock radio. The phone next to it rang again.

  Johann reached over her and grabbed the phone before it rang a third time. Samantha untangled herself from twisted covers. Her legs were wobbly when she stood, rich cream saturated her inner thighs. Her pussy throbbed, and she turned to stare at Johann’s gorgeous body, the sheet barely covering the thick muscles that rippled under his skin.

  “Hello,” he said into the phone, while reaching for her, stroking her pussy with one finger. Fire ignited inside her instantly.

  “What’s going on?” She opened her eyes when he pulled his fingers away, wondering why he had stopped.

  “Get dressed. We’re headed over to Rick’s house.” His tone made her stomach sink. The pack had endured an attack earlier. Now what had happened?

  Fortunately, humans weren’t nocturnal. The roads were isolated, making the trip across town take only minutes. Several other cars were parked in the driveway at Rick’s when they arrived, and Samantha heard voices in the kitchen before they entered through the back door.

  Rocky, Rick’s cousin, stood talking with Elsa while she made coffee. Elsa’s worried expression faded noticeably when she saw Johann.

  “I’m so glad you’re here.” She walked into his arms, hugging him before reaching for Samantha, offering her a reassuring smile.

  Samantha ran her fingers through her hair, certain it was disheveled. Worry hung so thick in the air she could hardly breathe.

  “Where’s Rick?” Johann asked, releasing Elsa.

  In the next second, Marty and Toby, two other packmates, strolled through the back door, their expressions grim. Marty pulled Rocky into his arms, kissing the curls on top of her head.

  “Is it true?” Rocky whispered.

  “Is what true?” Samantha wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging herself.

  Everyone looked sick with worry, while tension filled the air. Rick entered the kitchen from the living room, the disgustingly sweet smell of outrage needling the air around him.

  “It sounds like it‘s true.” Rick put his arm around Elsa possessively, heavy worry lines under his eyes when he glanced at everyone in the kitchen. “We’ve got a run going on. And it’s another pack—not good.”

  “A run?” Samantha couldn’t hide her alarm and stepped back, pressing against Johann. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

  “Is it the Duluth pack?” Johann asked, holding her close to him. She could feel his heart pounding against her back. His anger filled the air around them.

  “Yup. We got word down at the bar that they’re coming through and claiming the territory.” Marty’s expression was chiseled in stone.

  Everyone in the room turned their attention to Rick, waiting for his instructions.

  “How many are there?” Rick’s grip tightened around Elsa, and Samantha watched her stroke his arm. She knew he feared the worst.

  “Man, I’m not sure.” Marty had pulled Rocky up to his chest.

  She rested against him and Samantha could see tears welling in her eyes.

  “There are enough that they’ve drawn the attention of the local police department,” Marty continued. “That’s how we heard of it—can you believe it—it was on the TV. Some kids partying south of town spotted them heading this direction. Scared the shit out of them from what was reported on the news.”

  “Dammit.” Rick’s arm muscles flexed noticeably. “The last thing we need are humans in a panic.”

  “Ethan Masterson is taking over the territory.” Marty’s voice sounded a bit more garbled than it had a second before. Teeth bulged against his lips. “But if he isn’t careful, he will make it so that no werewolves can live here.”

  Tears fell down Elsa’s cheek and Johann reached for a napkin on the counter. He handed it to her, her smile fading quickly when Rick growled. Samantha felt the room spin around her, the air too clogged with emotions. She knew Rick didn’t like Johann. Elsa and Johann had grown up in the same pack. In fact, Elsa’s pack had tried to make her mate with Johann. If Rick wouldn’t accept Johann, would he move with the pack? What if Rick chased him off? Her mouth suddenly felt drier than sandpaper. She didn’t want to leave with the pack without Johann.

  Johann let go of Samantha, squaring his shoulders as he faced Rick. The room grew deathly silent.

  “I’m here to help. You need werewolf power, and you can count me in. If you’ll have me.” Johann didn’t seem to notice, or he intentionally ignored, the hardened look their pack leader gave him.

  Rick let a moment pass before answering, his tone no more than a growl. “I’ll take your help—if that is in fact why you are here.”

  Samantha wanted
to cry. Her heart pounded so hard against her ribs that it hurt. Rick had taken her in, given her a home, and treated her with respect even though she’d been a single bitch out running on her own. Most packs shunned such a woman, whispering atrocities about her whether they were true or not. But Rick hadn’t done that, and she’d been appreciative of him giving her a chance to show she wasn’t a slut.

  And she just couldn’t believe that Johann wanted Elsa. She’d seen no signs of it. She wanted to jump in between the two werewolves and yell at them to stop thinking with their cocks. Emotions ran strong at the moment, but they were all on the same side.

  “Rick. He is here to help the pack—nothing else.” Elsa turned to face her mate, her long blond hair streaming down her back.

  Rick nodded, wrapping his arms around Elsa, but giving Johann a hard look before turning his attention to the others in the room. The phone rang, and Elsa pulled free to answer it.

  “Everyone might as well get comfortable in the living room. I’m sure we’ll have the whole pack here before long.” Rick stood to the side, allowing the others to stream out of the kitchen.

  Johann reached for Samantha taking her hand before following everyone else into the other room. He gestured to the couch, and she sat down, disappointed when he moved to stand against the wall. She would have to turn to see him, and didn’t want to make a fool out of herself by gawking at the werewolf she knew she was falling in love with.

  Tension ran thick through the air, but she couldn’t stop dwelling on her own fears. Johann was an alpha male. She saw that. And she was definitely attracted to him because of it. But a pack couldn’t have too many alphas. And if one existed who wasn’t pack leader, he had to learn to submit, or leave. She doubted Johann would be able to submit. But if he left, would he take her with him?

  Johann had a strong pedigree. His Lunewulf heritage ran thick for generations. She had Lunewulf blood in her, but the breed frowned even more on half-breeds than they did on American werewolves. She had nothing to offer him. Nothing but herself.

  And she had given all of herself to him.

  Everyone chatted quietly around her, but she focused on her hands, remembering how she had touched Johann. Her fingers tingled when she pictured his smooth skin, bulging muscles rippling underneath, moving when she ran her hands over them. The dark hair on his chest tickled when he had pressed against her. Her nipples hardened at the thought.

  Her inner thighs still ached from when he had held her legs, keeping them spread wide while he’d fucked her. Closing her eyes, she had a clear picture of watching his cock disappear inside her. When he pulled out, her thick white cream covered his shaft. Her pussy throbbed at the thought.

  She remembered the look of determination on his face, his teeth gritted while he pounded her. A hint of silver would swirl in his blue eyes when he fucked her, the beast within him threatening to take over. Their lovemaking was so primal, so raw, so perfect.

  But that wasn’t all that made Johann the catch of a lifetime. Here he was, with a pack that stood in jeopardy, in a home where the pack leader was moments from attacking him. Johann would take on a challenge. He didn’t shy away from danger. Now if she could only get him to commit to her.

  Rick entered the living room, his angry scent grabbing her attention. There were people on his couch, sitting on the floor, and leaning against the wall. Samantha jumped up when Elsa entered so she could sit down. Rick stood behind her as he addressed his small pack.

  “I don’t have to tell any of you that we have an uphill battle ahead of us.” He let out a large sigh and looked around at the somber faces staring back at him. “Our pack has existed for six generations in northern Minnesota. We fought hard to establish our hunting grounds and we have damn good land to feed us.”

  “That’s why Masterson wants our land.” Harry spoke up after plopping down on the corner of the couch next to Elsa.

  “I’d say they’re after more than hunting ground.” Johann glanced over at Rocky. “They want your bitches, too.”

  Several loud outbursts followed. Marty jumped in front of Rocky and Rick moved quickly to get between him and Johann.

  “We won’t be able to defend our territory worth a damn if all we do is fight among ourselves. Masterson said those werewolves weren’t part of his pack.” Rick finally got everyone into his or her seats. “Either way, Masterson’s pack outnumbers ours and I fear Ramona fed him more information about our pack than any of us wants to believe.”

  “And up until recently, some of us felt free to interact with their pack.” Miranda looked pointedly at Samantha.

  Several of the bitches had run freely with the Duluth pack in the past. Rocky had invited her to run with the pack several days after she’d arrived here.

  “And I didn’t have a problem with that,” Rick was quick to point out.

  “Their pack has some nice tails we chased after a time or too,” someone yelled out and immediately more comments flew.

  Samantha looked around trying to follow the conversation, but everyone started talking over one another again. She looked up when Rick yelled for silence.

  “Folks, we need to stay focused here. We have a pack headed this way. The local law will slow them down somewhat, but we all know they won’t be able to stop them.” Rick had everyone’s attention now.

  “If this pack is trying to run us out of town, they won’t care if they kill a few humans. It will bring the heat down on us, not them,” Marty added quickly.

  “Right. The four of us.” Rick gestured with his hand to include himself, Marty, Toby, and Johann. “We’ll head out to the edge of our hunting ground and see what direction this run is headed.”

  “I can help,” Lyle piped up.

  “Me too,” Harry added. “Millie is willing to have her two sons help out. She has several folks at the Inn so she can’t shut down for the night.”

  Rick shook his head. “I’ll make sure Millie is told thanks, but we can’t risk our young ones. Her boys can help run errands if we need it, but I don’t want them out on a run.”

  Elsa nodded her agreement silently and Rick rested his hand on her shoulder.

  “All right, let’s head out.”

  The sun rested on the horizon by the time everyone was settled. Rocky and Samantha sat at the kitchen table when Elsa trotted down the stairs.

  “I’m sure the men will be back soon.” Samantha got up to start more coffee while Elsa sat down to brush out her damp hair.

  “I’ll make a large breakfast.” Elsa put the brush down and began searching through the cabinets and refrigerator to see what was on hand.

  Samantha watched Elsa search the kitchen. “I have an idea.”

  “What are you going to do?” Rocky watched warily while Samantha slipped her shoes off.

  “I’m going to get some fish. It’s not that far away to the nearest lake. I’m sure I can outrun any of that Duluth pack anyway. I do have some Lunewulf blood in me.” Samantha slipped her sweater off and walked to the door.

  “Johann could catch you,” Rocky said with a giggle.

  Elsa twisted her hair behind her back. “I think he’s already caught her.”

  “I sure hope you’re right about that one.” Samantha wagged her eyebrows, determined to look confident so her friends wouldn’t worry. “I’ll be right back.”

  Chapter Four

  Samantha opened the broiler and sniffed the wonderful aroma of the cooking trout. Elsa stacked hot biscuits onto a plate. Several hours had passed since Samantha had returned with the fish and she wondered when the men would show up. The sun was well into the sky and no werewolf was safe in his fur during daylight hours. Their delay meant only one thing. They had traveled further north to burn their dead.

  “Here they come.” Rocky peered out the back window and turned to the door as the men ambled in from the cold.

  Elsa looked at the forlorn men and quickly took charge. “Samantha, make sure there are fresh towels in the bathroom. Rocky, run over to
your place and do the same. Marty and Toby, you can shower over there. Johann, you can shower here once Rick is through. As soon as you’re clean, there’s plenty of food ready to eat.”

  “Go on upstairs.” Rick nodded to Johann. He then turned his attention to Elsa, telling her about two of the pack members who were killed when they took on some of the Duluth pack.

  Samantha saw her friend’s tears and knew she should comfort her, or help contact the dens. Miranda had stepped in, and Elsa cuddled into Rick’s arms. Suddenly feeling awkward, she turned her attention to Johann.

  He looked tired, his hair streaked with blood and sweat. There were scratches on his arms, and his clothes were wrinkled and damp, more than likely from being left in a pile outside while they fought the other pack. He didn’t look her way, but turned toward the stairs, running grass-stained fingers through his hair.

  She hesitated for a minute before following him, stopping again when she reached the stairs. Maybe she shouldn’t go after him if he needed time alone.

  Halfway up the stairs Johann turned, looking down at her. His expression still looked torn, sorrow and anger mixing with the smell of sweat and something earthy. He studied her for just a moment, but her heart constricted during that time. She should have left him alone, not followed him. She was being a pest.

  He reached for her, extending his hand. “Come,” he said, and she was up the stairs before she thought about it.

  Murder wasn’t part of a werewolf’s nature. She didn’t know what Johann had witnessed, or what he had done, but she wouldn’t press him to talk. He held her hand, leading the way to the bathroom at the top of the stairs. Closing the door behind them, he pulled off her shirt before taking off his own clothes. She continued to strip while he started the water.

  Johann pulled her into the hot shower with him, still not speaking. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her securely against him, almost to the point where she couldn’t breathe.

  Steam drifted around them, thick with the smells of their bodies, and their lust. Johann’s heart pounded against her chest, the muscles in his arms tightening and relaxing. Whatever demons coursed through his body, she would give him this time. Relaxing in his arms, she hoped he would see that she was there for him. She supported him. Dammit to hell. She loved him.