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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.
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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?
Simone sat on the front porch, a suitcase next to her, and Jere on her lap.
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