The Billionaire Shifter's Curvy Match (Billionaire Shifters Club #1) Read Free

brakes, a small thump registering in the dim recesses of what remained of Gavin’s human mind. In the cheap streetlight’s glow, Gavin could not tell what they had hit, and as his body pounded, blood pouring into limbs as they stretched and filled, joints loosening and lengthening as he shifted without control, he barely cared.
    Twisting his head and resisting the urge to rip the door off its hinges and lunge up the building, he found her.
    Her.
    The throbbing beat in time with hers, an ancient sound neither could deny. Tale after tale had been told, in hushed tones and passed through more generations than anyone could count, over centuries or—perhaps—millennia, of the Beat, but Gavin had dismissed it. His own father said it was a fairy tale, a gibbering fantasy spewed by weaklings who believed in fairies and wood nymphs.
    Gavin was not weak.
    Therefore the legends must be true.
    “Smoky!” he heard a woman’s voice cry out, the sound carrying like music through the air.
    Manny got out of the limo and muttered something about a dog as Gavin stared up, nose smelling her, the blend of musk and cinnamon, pencil lead, and sweetness tearing through his nose and straight into his throat.
    Her.
    Her.
    Her.
    His arm snapped up to open the door but missed the mark. He fumbled with the window, desperate to roll it down but so focused on her scent he could no longer control his fingers. Finally he stabbed the button and the glass lowered. He reached out to touch her and could see his change begin, the dull, pale human flesh turning robust and textured, joints thick and long with promise and power.
    This, too, was part of the legend. That he would lose control in the face of the Beat. The One. Until he mated with his chosen soul, he would have no power over his own body and heart. It would come back when he was complete.
    With her.
    A blur of blonde and white rushed out of a doorway, a young woman wearing light cotton pajamas, hair wavy and loose. Security lights behind her made a halo about her head, the effect ethereal, brown eyes wide and thick like pools of mink fur.
    Her.
    She bent down and scooped up the dog—which Gavin could see now—and his own lupine paw reached for the door handle once more. If he could not open it, he would crawl through the window to touch her. Stroke her.
    Take her.
    Their eyes locked for a split second, a thousand lifetimes, and as her chocolate orbs widened with desire—not fear—his heart changed, too. One look spoke one million words, just as one touch would be worth one million years.
    He had to have that touch.
    And the taking would be mutual.
    “My God,” he said to her. “You’re real.”
    Manny looked back at him just as the Beat changed. Whatever Manny saw when he glanced at Gavin made him move swiftly, his thickly muscled bodyguard’s form leaping with remarkable speed. His driver climbed back into the limo, peeling out, the word caught in Gavin’s throat as he barely held back, knowing he should not go to her—not now, not ever —and yet how could he fight it?
    For the Beat became a siren’s song, a female timbre joining his own to create a melody so sweet he would dream it for a thousand years.
    Mine.
    Mine.
    Mine.
    Manny raced around a corner, turning left, then right, as Gavin’s changed body struggled for freedom. His nose elongated and his leg muscles thickened, ready to lunge. The call of the moon made him scramble out the lowered window, forelegs hitting the pavement. The fall barely registered as he shot forward, the wind tickling the fur that covered his changed body.
    No one called his name.
    No one knew his name. Not even Gavin at this point. He was white light and pure feral form now, his nose and eyes his guide. Words eluded him in this state, fully transformed to a wolf, his body moving with languid heat as he circled back to her den.
    Her.
    The scent of her filled his nose, his blood thumping hard against his veins, warming his skin. Eyes caught every