Howling Passion (Paranormal Alpha Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Free

scattered patches of white, brightly illuminated by the full moon above.  Sparkling lakes dotted the boreal forest below, some bordered by small groups of cabins, and others not.  New York City was impressive, but this vast territory was home.  The comfort it brought was indescribable. 
     
    Connor felt the same.  There was no mistaking the warmth that radiated from him.
     
    We were soon swallowed up by towering spruces that lined the road, absorbing  the glow from Connor’s headlight.  We wound our way up the ribbon of ash felt, leaning hard into every perilous corner.  I was forced to hold onto him even tighter as we tilted from one side to the next.  But I wasn’t afraid.  I had every confidence in Connor’s abilities to handle his beast.
     
    The Harley’s engine roared, easily giving Connor the extra power he demanded to climb the steep inclines.  Then the throbbing slowed as we dropped into the yawning valleys, the pulsing cadence on my pussy somehow becoming stronger.  It was impossible, until eventually, mercifully, we turned onto an unmarked fire trail.
     
    Connor gently eased us along the unsealed access road.  Fresh tire tracks in the snow led the way, not that it was necessary.  We had been here hundreds of times before.  But this was only my third time for such an occasion.  Every fifteen years on the first full moon after the first snowfall.  I had been too young to remember the first, and too immature to care about the second.  But this time, a great deal was expected of me.
     
    We broke into a small clearing at the base of a rocky outcrop.  About thirty cars were already parked in a neat row at the edge of the tree line.  We were early.  There would still be another hundred or so vehicles to join us.  Connor pulled up next to a Volvo SUV, its metallic blue paintwork glimmering in the moonlight, and killed the engine.
     
    I eased myself off the bike and brushed my hands over my ass, kneading out the knots from the long ride.  As discreetly as I could, I sniffed at myself to make sure there was no odor from the wetness between my legs.  Thankfully, the versipelli seemed to be doing its job. 
     
    I made eye contact with four of the pack who were making their way to a crevasse at the base of the cliff, and exchanged a silent greeting.  Setting off after them, I noticed Connor was still sitting astride his motorcycle.  I shot him a quizzical look.  “Are you coming?”
     
    I just need a minute.   His words echoed in my head.  The awkward embarrassment emanating from him was palpable.
     
    It took me a second to figure it out.  The realization that Connor was trying to hide his arousal thrilled me.  I couldn’t help but look down at the straining bulge between his legs.  I felt the corners of my mouth curling up with satisfaction.  He was turned on.  By me?
     
    “I’ll see you up there,” I giggled, quickly turning away so he couldn’t read my thoughts.  But I still felt his embarrassment blooming as I strode away. 
     
    I followed the others into the tight crevasse, climbing the roughly hewn steps until I emerged at the edge of the Caldron.  It was a circular plateau, about a hundred feet across, with steep, uneven, rocky walls all around.  The tops of countless spruces and pines encircled the jagged rim, watching over the gathering within.  Those already there congregated in small groups around the perimeter, having already paid their respects to the Alpha and the other pack elders.  The freshly fallen snow in the center remained pristine, almost glowing from the moon and stars above.
     
    The four males in front of me rubbed themselves against the Alpha in turn.  They each dipped their heads submissively, allowing him to rest his chin on top of them, before holding them in a tight embrace.  The respect and affection between them all filled the air.  They repeated the greeting with the Alpha’s mate, the White Queen, an Emeritus Alpha herself.  I stood