Prowling the Vet Read Free

together.”
    Tyler’s
head shot up, his eyes already changed to tawny yellow and his nose beginning
to disappear into the face of the lion.
    It
was too late. Tyler’s human body was gone and in the pool of his clothes stood
his lion instead.
    “Go.
Quick.”
    Tyler
took off through the house and Brandon followed. Even so, Brandon still felt an
incredible lightness of heart as he watched his brother transform into his
shifter animal and leap out the open back door. He disappeared into the dark
and Brandon picked up Ty’s clothes and threw them into the laundry before
returning to the kitchen. He took a swig of beer, the cold hops relieving some
of the dryness in his mouth and throat.
    I think we’ve found her.
    He
sympathized with his brother because he knew what had caused Tyler’s shift.
Even with his control over his lion, the shifter in him was standing and pacing
along with the wild emotions running through him. He hadn’t kissed her yet, so
he couldn’t be sure, but he was beginning to believe his father may have been
telling the truth about their destiny.
    Brandon
had always hoped their father would be wrong. How could there be just one woman
destined for them? And if they were part of some grand fated plan, it didn’t
mean he had to just fall into line. He did have some say in how he lived his
life. He wasn’t being told what to do and who to mate with.
    But
the touch of her skin against his had been nothing short of brilliant. The
other problem was that she was nothing like Brandon had expected, let alone what
he looked for in a woman. Physically, she wasn’t thin or dressed to impress,
and he could see the intelligence in her eyes. She wouldn’t be easy to talk
around to his way of things.
    His
brother losing control like that wasn’t a good thing. He’d learned how to
control his lion in his teenage years, letting it rise and fall enough times to
know how to accept it as part of himself . Tyler
hadn’t.
      “Brandon?” Laura’s smooth, sensual voice
called out to him and he turned like so many men had before him, responding to
the call of their siren. The hairs on his arms prickled as he gazed upon her.
    “Can
you help me get Belle into my car?”
    Brandon
nodded and placed his drink down, not trusting himself to speak as he walked
forward and swung the tiny blonde up into his arms.
    He
couldn’t help the instant comparison that flashed through his mind.
    Belle
was a Barbie doll. Skinny, pretty, and incredibly common. He’d talked to her for an hour, like he always had to when he spoke to these types
of women. He was a builder, not an architect like his brother, yet he still
struggled to engage with airhead women. Dumbing down every
sentence while flirting to keep them interested. He generally ended up
bored out of his brain, but at least she agreed to come home with him. He hated
sleeping alone and his sex drive had hit an all-time high recently. If that was
on account of finding her, then she better be able to handle him.
    Laura
walked ahead of them, her lush ass swinging seductively in her jeans. Okay, he
had to admit it. Laura was pretty sexy, beautiful even. Magnificent
green eyes without a hint of makeup distracting from them and delicious-looking
skin. He didn’t usually go for overly fleshy women, but she had perfect
proportions. Her huge breasts were just begging to be stripped and sucked.
Blood flowed straight to his cock, arousal sweeping through him as he imagined
what she’d feel like beneath him.
    Perfect, probably.
    “Thanks
for this,” she said as they walked down the stairs and she opened the car door
for him.
    He
deposited Belle onto the seat, groaning and burping like a baby. She still
smelled like vomit, too. Just lovely.
    “I’ll
strap her in.”
    He
stepped back to allow Laura to slide by him and he got a whiff of her
incredible scent. Honeysuckle and daisies—fresh, earthy, and
clean. He wanted to roll in the smell, close his eyes, and get lost in
it.
    Fuck…move