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arousal. He knew that honey and lavender scent; it belonged to Roxanne, and so did the arousal. He pressed his face against his sheets and inhaled deeply. There was only his scent and Roxanne’s.
    Roxanne had been in his bed and she had pleasured herself. His body responded to the scents. His cock was full and primed. Without much thought, his cat pushed him. He rubbed his body all over the bed, trying to cover himself with her scent. Her scent was very strong, which made him think that she had been there recently.
    His head hit his pillow and he could smell her there too. He reached for his cock and began stroking himself. If he was going to have a girl get off in his bed, he wanted the same opportunity. What he wouldn’t give to have her there watching him. Fuck, that was a hot image!
    He pumped himself, squeezing slightly to give himself a bit of pain with the pleasure. Connor closed his eyes and imagined the beautiful Roxanne there, watching him with her pale blue eyes. She had knowledge in those eyes of hers. Of course she did, she was much older than him. He had never thought of himself as liking older women before, but then again, Roxanne looked like she was in her twenties.
    She had long platinum blond hair and a body that was sculpted for pleasure, but there was so much more to Roxanne than her outward appearance. He had noticed the few times he was around her that she was extremely kind to others. She had been so patient when helping Sam learn about her new werewolf abilities. She showed respect to his mom and Ric, and in turn many respected her. She had so much to offer a mate, she could have her pick of any werewolf she wanted. Why was she still unmated? Connor wished he could . . . No, thinking like that wouldn’t help him. He pushed those thoughts away and remembered instead an vision of Roxanne when she undressed once to shift to her wolf form.
    Shifters weren’t shy about their bodies. He wondered if his mother still had issues. He was there the first time his mom shifted. She looked about his age now, which was a little awkward. He was happy that his mother finally found the love of her life. He wished he could find that. Thinking about his mom almost made him lose his arousal. No thinking of Mom at times like this.
    Another image of Roxanne came to his mind. He imagined Roxanne taking a shower in his bathroom. He would lick the water from her body. Then he would lift her up, press her back against the shower wall, and plunge into her sweet channel. She would be tight and hot. She would wrap her legs around his waist, taking more of him in. She would demand a faster pace and he would be happy to oblige.
    Faster . . . harder . . . deeper. He would take her with all the pent up emotions that he had. Until finally . . . He pumped his seed out onto his hand and the sheets. Fuck!
    He hadn’t masturbated like that in years. He wondered if Roxanne thought of him when she touched herself. She had to have been. Why else would she come here? Unless his mom had her staying here for some other reason.
    It didn’t matter. He wouldn’t be staying long enough to find those answers. He wiped himself off with the sheet and threw it on the floor. He’d wash it in the morning. Right now his body was relaxed and he was in his own bed for once. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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    Roxanne stretched her arms as she got up from her bed. It was still dark outside. The house was strangely quiet. The pack house was never quiet. Something was different. She inhaled and smelled a familiar cinnamon fragrance. She knew that fragrance, an incense that her friend Diana used whenever she came to Roxanne in her dreams.
    “I knew you would recognize the scent. I have missed your company.” A pretty brown haired woman walked closer to Roxanne’s bed.
    “I’ve missed you too, Diana. But why are you here? In my dreams? Is it about what the pack soothsayer foretold?” As far as Roxanne knew, she had been the only person that