City Wolves: Paranormal Shapeshifter Werewolf Romance Bundle (Master of the City / Mistress of the City) Read Free

Not a place any pack wanted to be.
    “Really?” His eyebrow winged up. He leaned forward and whispered another kiss over her lips. “Now that’s a pity, because you’re very much my sort of thing.”
    A thrill shot through her at his words, at the warm scent washing over her. Her wolf wasn’t too weak that she couldn’t pick up the arousal rolling off him in waves.
    He didn’t lift up, instead nipping the lobe of her ear as he walked her backward. The sharpness of his teeth, even blunt in his human form, sent a shudder of need through her. “And I think I’m yours. I can smell the need on you, little wolf. The lust.”
    His arms around her, she didn’t worry about where they were going. He wouldn’t let her fall. His lips wandered down her neck and she tilted her head back, giving in with a shudder. He was right, she needed this. Wanted it.
    “That’s it, little wolf,” he tangled his fingers in the thin strap over her shoulder and dragged it off. His warm lips wandered over the revealed skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She bit her lip to stop from murmuring in pleasure.
    “No,” he ordered, his breathing ragged as he yanked down her other strap. “I want to hear it. I want to hear it all. Every moan and cry of pleasure. I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”

3
    C yan gasped as his hand closed over her breast, thumb locating her nipple. In a second, it beaded to a hard peak, begging for his attention. His low growl, the deep rumble in the back of his throat, warned her that his wolf was close to the surface, threatening his control.
    Rather than scare her, the thought just turned her on. Her pussy tightened, her clit aching.
    “Yeah, you want this… Fuck you smell fantastic.”
    He bent and scooped her up, striding across the empty room. With a squeak, she grabbed for a hold across shoulders that were broader than when she’d first seen him. She didn’t say anything, silent when he pushed open a door. It wasn’t the one she’d entered the ballroom through, but a smaller one hidden behind a pillar and the sweep of a deep red drape. It opened onto a small corridor.
    Silence stretched between them as he strode along it. She risked a glance up at him. His jaw was tight, a tiny muscle jumping in the corner. She bit her lip, fighting the temptation to lean in and plant a kiss there. The aura of tension and seriousness that surrounded him gave her pause. This wasn’t romantic. They weren’t a couple. He was the Master of the City and she was his bed-partner for the evening.
    As though aware of her scrutiny, he turned and caught her gaze. “Don’t look so worried, I’m not going to eat you.” He flashed a small grin. “In a bad way at least.”
    The small grin eased her nerves, leaving just heat. She leaned in and kissed the corner of his jaw. “Well, that’s a relief. Now, shall we get on with it? Or do you plan to walk around the place first?”
    “Sassy wench.” He chuckled, then with a quick move, heaved her up over his shoulder. She squeaked in surprise, but his large hand landing on her ass with a loud smack silenced her. Had he just spanked her? “Behave, or we’ll be back to that punishment we were talking about.”
    “Uh-huh. Is that a threat or a promise?” she managed breathlessly, most of the wind knocked out of her at his quick move. His shoulders were broad, not cutting into her stomach. She grabbed a lung full of air, only to have it escape her lungs in a rush when he slid a large hand up between her legs. Parting her thighs, his questing fingers brushed over her satin-clad pussy lips. Her damp satin-clad pussy lips.
    “Hot,” he rumbled, his wolf clear in his voice. “And wet. I can’t wait to taste your cream when you come for me, little wolf.”
    She couldn’t think of anything to say. Not that she could answer because as he spoke, he slipped his fingers beneath the satin. She sucked a hard breath in as he stroked along the groove of her pussy. His