New In The Territories (Book 1) COMPLETED

Chapter 79 Sam

My house, full once again with shifters, which seemed to becoming a reoccurring event. After Dr. Bosje checked on Dmitri, and confirmed that he would be fine, and reassured me it was just a waiting game for him to wake up, which should be anytime. Dr. Bosje also told us that whoever shot Dmitri knew what they were doing. It took a lot to knock one of them out due to how fast their metabolism ran. Whoever it was gave him enough to knockout an elephant, his reassurance that they did not want to kill Dmitri just knock him out for a while was not comforting in the least. Everyone seemed to accept that, I didn't. I found that even more disturbing. Why did they want to knock him out like that?

My protest to take Dmitri to the hospital was outright denied. Jack reassured me that all he needed was to sleep it off and with Dr. Bosje being one of them, he was in good hands. Pulling up a chair beside the bed, refusing to leave no matter what they said, they finally left the room leaving me alone with Dmitri's unconscious body.

The adrenaline that kept me going all this time started to fade, leaving me feeling numb and tired. Rubbing Dmitri's arm I lowered my head onto the bed and closed my aching eyes.

The bedroom door being open had me jump out of the seat, fully awake and alert. Nickoli stood there for a brief second before taking two huge strides and scooped me up into his arms.

"I'm fine," my voice muffled against his shoulder. Wrapping my arms around his neck, holding on tight, my fear and tension started to melt away. I finally felt safe in his arms and at home with everyone just downstairs.

Lifting his head from the crock of my neck, staring deep into my eyes, he juts his chin toward Dmitri, "Is he awake yet?" The concern he showed for Dmitri put a smile on my face.

"He's starting to stir," I told him when he planted me back on my own two feet. Never losing contact, we threaded our fingers together.

Moving back closer to Dmitri, dragging Nickoli with me, I moved a loose strand of hair off Dmitri's face. Even unconscious with drugs, he was still beautiful and dangerous. That simple touch seemed to pull him out of it. Dmitri jumped straight out of bed, grabbing me around the waist and had us in the corner. He had blocked my view with his body in just over a second.

From that split second, I noticed his eyes were no longer ocean blue, but a much lighter blue colour, the same I had seen in a couple of the other wolves. His growling increased as the room started to fill with some of the men that were in the hall. They busted in as soon as the bedside lamp smashed to the floor with Dmitri's quick movement. Both his Alpha and, Lawrence, the Pride's leader were in the room as well. His offensive stance changed to a defensive one.

I had to try to bring Dmitri down before he or anyone else got hurt. "Dmitri? Dmitri. It's alright. We are all back at my place," I kept my voice soft, but strong while gently rubbing his back. In the back of my head I knew I should have be scared, not that I feared he would hurt me but he was not truly himself at the moment. But I wasn't, I was more relieved to have him awake. Slowly I started to wedge myself out of the corner so he could see I was safe and unharmed.

Getting his attention, with my movement, his eyes went back to his human blue. Recognition on where he was came right after. Straightening up his posture, body still vibrating with tension, he pulled me into his arms bringing his lips hard against mine. Forgetting we had an audience, I , matched his desperation with my own.

A clearing of a throat and a growl remaindered me that we were definitely not alone. Breaking free of Dmitri's death grip, the first thing I saw was the hurt and hate in Nickoli's eyes. Everything seemed to be going so well that sometimes I forgot how hard it must be for him and Dmitri. I had to make a decision soon. I had to decide who I would take as a mate or let them both go.

Dr. Bosje step through the crowded room. "How are you feeling Dmitri?" he asked breaking the silence.

"Better," Dmitri's voice still edging on a growl as the doctor step closer and he pulled me back closer to his body.

Stopping from coming any closer after seeing Dmitri shoulders tense up. "I want to check you out one more time before we head down stairs for the debrief," Dr. Bosje said in a matter of fact tone.

Before Dmitri could refuse, I jumped in, "That's a great idea. I'll clear out the room and meet you downstairs." I needed to get some space between Nickoli and Dmitri before things went from bad to worse. The way they were eyeing each other up and the hate that was coming from Nickoli, it felt like a ticking bomb ready to go off.

Not giving Dmitri time to answer i patted his chest and gazed into his eyes, "I see you in a few minutes. Be a good boy and do as the doctor asked." I pulled away and started for the door where the others had started to leave.

Looking up at Nickoli as I walked toward him, I tugged on his sleeve and thankfully, he followed. Nickoli was very different from Dmitri; Dmitri was a hot head and more times than not, and spoke before he thought. A tough, rough guy that wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to Sam. Where Nickoli was more reserved. He always thought before he spoke and never let emotions get in the way...most of the time.

Shutting the bedroom door, I reached for Nickoli's hand and headed for the stairs. Stopping at the top of the stairs, I turned to look at Nickoli. He should never have had to witness that kiss. It was not fair to either him or Dmitri. "I'm sorry Nickoli," I whispered.

His face showed no emotion, his eyes bottomless empty pits, I thought this was it. I pushed them too far. Nickoli said nothing as he dragged me to the farthest bedroom where we entered and he closed the door. Turning to face him, I found myself in his arms and being pinned up against the wall. His mouth came down hard on mine with pure animal instinct, no passion, just full of need. Legs automatic wrapped around his waist as I pulled myself even closer, needing more, wanting more. Holding me up with one hand under my butt, the other had a firm grip in my hair not allowing the smallest of space between us.

This was not my Nickoli; he was always so passionate and loving, but this was hard-core animal attraction. I was no longer capable of thinking a single thought besides the clothes that separated our bodies was an obstacle that could easily be rectified. The kiss slowed, his grip on my hair loosened right before he pulled away from my lips to rest his forehead against mine.

Every molecule of my body came alive and wanting, needing more, but now was not the time. "Hi," I breathed, voice thick with lust. The ability to thing was slowly rearing its head. "Not that I'm complaining, because I'm definitely not. But what was that all about?"

"A man is only so strong Samantha. I don't and won't fight my urges anymore when it comes to you," his tone serious. This time when he kissed me there was less urgency, but the same amount of heat.

Starting to get carried away again, before I forgot my own name I pulled away before we found ourselves naked and on the bed that kept calling to me. "We should head downstairs," I said breathing heavy and with regret.

My body throbbed with need, my nipples could cut glass, and I felt the dampness between my legs. His growl reflected that he too felt the same way, which put my damp panties into a full out puddle. When they growled it was probably the biggest turn on and trigger for me and it was started to become a little embarrassing.

Needing a minute for myself, I sent Nickoli downstairs and had a very fast cold shower. I could not go downstairs feeling like a ball of lust. That happened before, and it was not a situation that I wished to replay ever again.