Love's Protection (Passion Moon 3): (A Shifter, Supernatural Romance) Read Online Free PDF

his chest as I shuddered.
    “Kotie?”
    “Just a nightmare,” I groaned, holding him tight. Forrest would never abandon me. He would always come to save me. He loved me. It was just a nightmare.
    “Are you okay?”
    “It's just the stress of the wedding.” I let out a nervous titter. The dream was so foolish. “I was being chased through the woods in my wedding dress. And you weren't coming to save me.”
    “I would never abandon you,” he said, his arms tightening. “Never.”
    “I know.” I sighed, the dream fading out of my mind they way they always do. But fragments lingered. Green eyes watching. Passion moon burning. I frowned. “And...I think my father was watching me.”
    “Like out in the mountains last night?”
    I blinked. Was the dream a warning that my father was in town? “I think someone was watching me. A witch. Maybe it was my father.” My insides twisted. Who was my father? What did he want? Why did Burt have to die before he could tell me anything useful? “I don't know.” I shook my head. “It was probably just stupid dreams. I bet every bride has a nightmare about being abandoned by her groom before the wedding.”
    “You said you were being chased?”
    “In my wedding dress,” I sighed, my trembling fading. I squirmed on the sheets. I didn't like how wet they were, my sweat had drenched them. I glanced at our window. The sun was already rising, peaking yellow through the pine trees. “I guess there goes sleeping in,” I muttered.
    Forrest yawned. “We can go back to bed. Unless you're afraid of more nightmares.”
    “Feel the sheets. I soaked them with sweat. They have to be changed and washed. And I need a shower. I'm all sticky now.”
    Forrest groaned.
    “I know. I'm exhausted, too.” I gave him a kiss before rolling out of bed. “But we'll be on our honeymoon in a week. We'll have plenty of time to lounge in bed then.”
    A hungry grin crossed Forrest's face.
    “No.” I told him, putting my foot down. “We have a lot to do today. The wedding's less than a week away.” 
    Forrest stood up, his body so strong as he walked around the bed.
    “It's not happening, mister,” I told him, folding my arms beneath my breasts. Damn, why did he have to be so sexy?
    His arms swept me up, holding me against his chest covered in barbed wire. I frowned, snatches of the dream coming back to me. Why would Forrest chase me? He would never hurt me. Stupid nightmares.
    “Let's go shower,” Forrest grinned. “We'll get you all nice and clean.”
    The shower was pure delight. Between the warm water washing over my body and Forrest's skilled hands soaping my body, I had forgotten all about my nightmare. The hot water held out long enough for us to enjoy each other and wash. Forrest took me hard. It was a quick fuck. Pure passion. We both gasped and moaned as we held each other's soapy, slippery bodies.
    I was buzzing when I stepped out of the shower. Cleaned and loved, wonderful. The nightmare banished.
    We spent the morning readying the napkins and the seating cards for the reception. Forrest cursed as his thick fingers learned to fold napkins in the clever, fancy way. We had little money, so we had to do as much of the wedding prep on our own as possible. While he did that, I had a silver fountain pen and was writing down all the names of our guests on little cards that would mark their seats. It took me an hour just to get the hang of writing with the fountain pen and making the curly calligraphy before I was ready to start on the actual cards. Next, I set about making the pink and white bows that would decorate the ends of the pews at the church for the wedding ceremony itself. Forrest, by then, had mastered napkin folding like a pro.
    At one, we left for our meeting with the Reverend. It was our final counseling before the wedding. Reverend Marshal insisted on it for couples he married. It was a little tedious—Forrest and I were made for each other—but some of the questions the