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Authors: T. E. Ridener

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“Oh, screw it.” She muttered softly as she crept back to the bed and peered beneath it. Ah, at least her shoes were there. She carefully eased onto the bed with her shoes in tow, putting each one on as quietly as possible. Now she just had to figure out how to sneak out without anyone noticing.

The wind picked up again, making it sound like a freight train was chugging through as she tied up her laces and glanced upwards again. The snow would arrive soon and she didn’t want to get caught in it. Damn. Damn.
Damn.

But wait. She had an idea!

Opening the door to her room, Sammy made her way out into the dim hallway with nothing more than a hospital gown and her shoes on. She approached the nurse’s station casually, staring down at the blonde haired woman seated there with a book in her hands.

“Excuse me.” Sammy said in a firm tone.

“Oh!” The woman clutched her chest, nearly jumping out of her chair as she looked up. “You scared me! What are you doing out of bed?” She frowned.

“I need a smoke.” Sammy lied. She’d only ever had one cigarette in her entire life and it nearly choked her to death. She supposed that’s what happened to a person when they tried to act ‘cool’ among their peers.

The nurse frowned, giving her a once over before tilting her head to the side, “I don’t recall your charts saying you were a smoker. It isn’t very healthy, you know.”

“I’m aware,” Sammy muttered as she placed a hand on her hip. “But this is America and I have rights. I want to go down for a cigarette. Do I need to sign something?”

The nurse seemed flustered by the way Sammy spoke to her, but Sammy had never been the type of person to take lip from anybody. She would do what she damn well pleased and they could like it or lump it.

“You’ll have to sign this sheet here,” the nurse said, placing a clipboard on the counter. “And I can only give you ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?” Sammy rolled her eyes. “Trust me, lady. I only need five.”

“Very well,” the nurse huffed. “But I don’t believe there were any cigarettes with your belongings.”

“Speaking of which,” Sammy said pointedly, “Where are my belongings?”

The nurse put her book down, obviously irritated with Sammy interrupting her precious reading time as she disappeared into the small office behind the nurse’s station. She returned a few moments later with the familiar tan coat between her fingers.

“Here is your coat,” she nodded. “I reckon you may want it when you venture out there. It’s going to start snowing at any moment. The last thing we need is for you to catch a cold. Doctor Xiong won’t be very happy about that.”

“Doctor Xiong?” Sammy echoed.

“Oh, yes,” The nurse nodded. “That’s your doctor, Miss Calder. He’s not here right now, but he’ll be back in the morning.”

“Right.”

“Is there anything else I can get for you?”

Sammy shrugged her shoulders as she took her coat from the woman’s hands, quickly putting it on over her hospital gown.

“No,” she shook her head quickly. “I need a smoke, so I’m gonna go do that,” she scribbled her signature on the dotted line before glancing at the nurse again. “I’ll be back.”

As she hurried down the hallway towards the elevator, she was pretty certain she heard the nurse saying something about odd patients and their bad habits. Not that it mattered now. Sammy would be gone in about five minutes and this nightmare would be behind her.

At least that’s what she thought as she pushed the elevator button.

Six

“D
inner was good, wasn’t it?” Presley asked as she put away the last of the freshly cleaned dishes.

Lorcan glanced up at her from the sink, giving her a small grin before nodding, “Yeah, Darlin’. It was great. I think my mom was seriously impressed with your skills.”

He felt the light smack to his shoulder and he couldn’t help but to laugh at her. The night had gone so well, and everyone seemed to be in relatively good moods. Even Arnold had managed to keep his opinions to himself and made it through the dinner without making any remarks about Natalie. Thank Urseth.

“Well, I’m glad that everyone enjoyed the pasta bake. It’s the first recipe I’ve tried out of the cook book your mother gave me. Did you like it?”

Lorcan turned the faucet off, his eyes soon landing on Presley’s beautiful face as he smirked.

“Of course I liked it,” he said softly. “But I’m really looking forward to that dessert you promised me.”

He took pleasure in watching the heat rush into Presley’s cheeks. She was too adorable to handle sometimes. He immediately pulled her into his arms as his lips brushed against her forehead.

“I’m just teasing,” he mumbled against her smooth skin. “If you’re not in the mood, I won’t push it.”

Presley pulled back, staring at him with a frown on her lips.

“Who said I wasn’t in the mood?” She asked. “Believe it or not, I think pregnancy makes me more…..open to the idea than usual.”

“Oh,
really
?” Lorcan asked huskily. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style down the short hallway that led to their bedroom. They didn’t have much-yet-but they did have a nice queen sized bed. It was the one he’d had when he lived with Liam in town, but now it was here and that was okay. Of course, that meant Rutley didn’t have a bed to sleep in since he and Dimitri had taken over residency at the apartment, but…..

“Lorcan!” Presley gasped, squirming beneath him as his lips attacked her neck. “That tickles.”

He chuckled, careful to keep his weight off her as his knees dug into the mattress. He kissed down to her collarbone and nipped playfully before lifting his head to gaze at her.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, drinking in the sight of her flustered skin and sparkling eyes.

“I’ll kill you if you do.” She smiled, moving her hand to the back of his neck and pulling his lips down to her own. She kissed him sweetly, but he could feel the hunger growing inside her. The scent of her arousal screamed out to him, and Lorcan would answer the call.

“Oh, Lorcan.” Presley whimpered as he made his way down her body. He kissed between her breasts, pushing her shirt upwards before planting a softer kiss just above her bellybutton. Their baby was in there. He could hear its tiny heartbeat. It made his heart jump and do backflips.

“I love you,” Lorcan whispered before lifting his eyes to gaze at Presley. “And I love you, too.”

Presley was gazing at him. Her green eyes were filled with love and Lorcan couldn’t thank Urseth enough that her love was for him and their cub. He was a damn lucky man.

“I love you.” Presley whispered, allowing her head to fall back against the pillow as Lorcan carefully unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them away from her legs.

It wasn’t long before their clothes were piled up on the floor, and Lorcan sank between her legs. He pressed a kiss against her hip bone and traveled back to her lips as he rubbed his pulsating length against her inner thigh.

“Oh, please.” Presley whispered. Her small, warm hands glided up and down his muscular arms as he caught her lips in another kiss.

She would never have to ask twice.

Lorcan pushed his hips forward, burying himself in the heated sanctuary he liked to call home. Presley’s moan was stifled against his mouth as he kissed her again, thrusting gently as the mattress creaked beneath them.

“Oh, yes,” Presley panted as she raked her nails down his back. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, baby.”

“Never.” He promised. He kept his weight off of her as his hips connected with her thighs again and again. His heart was hammering against his ribcage as he nipped at her jawline, listening intently to the sound of her breathing.

“Lorcan!” She gasped, arching her back as her nails bit into the flesh of his upper back. He could feel her trembling beneath him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he brought her to her peak.

“Go ahead, darlin’.” He whispered huskily, biting at her shoulder delicately. He knew that spot like the back of his hand. The memory of their coupling was still very fresh in his mind; the night they became one in the eyes of Urseth. The night he promised to be hers and hers alone, forever and for always.

As Presley’s breathing became labored and shallow, Lorcan took it upon himself to push her further over the edge. He hooked his fingers beneath the bend of her knee, lifting her leg higher so he could reach her sweet spot from a new angle. He gazed at his beautiful mate in pure awe as she lost herself in ecstasy.

A few moments later, he found himself experiencing the same level of euphoria. He stilled atop of her, groaning loudly as his orgasm washed over him. He carefully rolled off of her, but quickly collected her trembling body against his chest.

“I love you,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “You’re my world, Presley Goult.”

“I love you more,” Presley promised in a tired voice. “You’re my universe, Lorcan Bamey.”

———————————-

S
ometimes Dimitri felt like he was babysitting rather than serving as an alpha. Rutley was a lot to handle occasionally, but he was confident he could keep the reigns tight until his new beta learned everything he needed to know.

Rutley wasn’t just a beta though. They were friends, and lately that friendship had been tested, especially since the she-wolf came into play. Who the hell was she, anyway?

Dimitri had too many questions and not enough answers. Worries still plagued him and the whole A-Douchebag-Could-Be-Your-Dad thing wasn’t helping. At all.

Things had been visibly tense between Rutley and himself. Even at the dinner, Mrs. Bamey kept giving them worried glances, though she said nothing. Good. He wasn’t sure he could handle any more Mama Bear concern at the moment. He knew she had good intentions, but this was something he needed to work through on his own.

He wasn’t even sure if she’d forgiven him for the kissing incident in the bedroom that night. Hell, he wouldn’t even know about it had he not read Rutley’s mind one evening. That had been a shit storm and a half…..

But still, Dimitri couldn’t be bothered with any of this. Not right now; maybe not ever. There was too much he needed to be focused on. He needed to be prepared for when Breslin returned to Kadenburg. Things were running smoothly for now, but he knew Breslin would be back one day. Everyone needed to be ready for that day to come.

“Have you seen the snow yet?” Rutley asked eagerly as he popped his head into Dimitri’s room. It had once been Liam’s room, but now it was his. His love’s scent still lingered on the walls, and Dimitri took comfort in that. God, he missed Liam…..

“Nope,” Dimitri replied as he closed the lid on his laptop and glanced up at him. He pinched at the bridge of his nose, sighing. “I suppose it’s coming a doozy out there, huh?”

“Doozy is an understatement,” Rutley replied excitedly. “Dude, kids will be lucky if they have school within the next week!”

“Is it that bad?” Dimitri pushed the computer chair backwards, standing from it before he made his way to the window. He pulled the curtain away to stare outside. All he could see was white. “Holy shit.”

“Right?” Rutley was by his side suddenly, and Dimitri tensed. He didn’t need to be so close…..

Dimitri immediately closed the curtain, turning his head to glance at the other wolf. Sometimes Rutley was like a kid. He got excited easily, and he was amused by the simplest things. Liam was like that in a lot of ways, too.

“Do you think the power will go out?” Rutley asked after a moment. “I found some flashlights beneath the sink and there were a few candles in the living room closet. I thought they might come in handy; just in case.”

Dimitri nodded, “Good thinking.”

“Well, I’m not stupid,” Rutley chortled with another smile. “And since I know diddly-squat about kerosene heaters, I figured we ought to call Mr. Bamey and see if he’s got a generator we can borrow.”

Freaking kerosene heaters…..

“That’s probably not a bad idea.” Dimitri agreed as he stepped towards the doorway.

“Hey.” Rutley said quickly.

Dimitri stopped, turning to gaze at him again.

“Are you still mad at me?” Rutley asked. And he didn’t just ask with his voice. He was asking with those damn puppy dog eyes and a small frown that twisted Dimitri’s innards into smithereens. What the hell?

“No,” Dimitri sighed. “I wasn’t mad at you earlier either. I just want you to be careful.”

“Why is everyone always saying that to me?” Rutley scowled. “I can hardly go anywhere without you all being paranoid my dad will see me and kill me. I’m tired of being careful. I just want to do what I want to do.”

“I know,” Dimitri’s nostrils flared as his brows lowered on his forehead. “But I’m not going to risk your father pumping you full of silver like he did me; like he did Greg.”

“You have no actual proof he shot Greg,” Rutley frowned. “That could’ve been anybody.”

“And how many werewolf hunters do you know in this town?” Dimitri’s arms crossed over his chest as he waited for a reply. There were only two werewolf hunters in Kadenburg, and one of them didn’t have a reason to hunt anymore.

“I’m just saying…if my dad was responsible for Greg, then Greg would be dead.”

“That’s not true,” Dimitri argued as he made his way down the hallway and entered the kitchen. “Greg is different. The silver wouldn’t affect him like it would you or me. He’s part ursithrope too. Unless your dad used a pepper laced silver bullet that kid is basically invincible.”

He was surprised by the profound silence lingering in the air as Rutley didn’t seem to know what to say. That was definitely a first. Rutley always had a comeback for everything. He was a motor mouth, or as Liam had once called him, ‘The Mouth of the South’. Dimitri totally understood.

Picking up his cellphone from the countertop, Dimitri slid his thumb over the screen until he found Mr. Bamey’s home telephone number. He pressed the call button and lifted the phone to his ear, listening.

After five rings, he decided that it must’ve been too late to call. Glancing at the clock on the wall, Dimitri instantly wanted to kick himself. Of course it was too damn late to call. It was nearing two in the morning. Where had the time gone?

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