The Cougar and the Wolf Read Free Page A

years older than he was and he probably had her safely categorised as ‘older woman’. Nothing more pathetic than mutton dressed as lamb. No, bad analogy with a werewolf. She didn’t want him to eat her, unless it was in the oh yeah baby, fuck me now sort of way.
    Forearms crossed casually over the steering wheel, he looked at her through long strands of dirty-blond hair. The amber of his wolf had receded to a ring of fire around his pupil that fascinated her. Did that mean he was just a little bit wolfy? Dark and dominating rather than charming as he had been when he arrived to pick her and the car up? Or was it a warning sign that he was more into the full-on bad kind of eating? Her breath caught suddenly as she realised that, despite her best friend being a werewolf, she didn’t actually know that much about them.
    “Easy,” he grinned. “Mom’s a bear, dad’s a wolf. I work with my uncle Marty, he’s a bear too. And you don’t need to worry, I won’t hurt you.”
    “I’m not worried.” She blinked, her frown broadcasting her confusion. “How did yo—”
    “Fear is a sharp, obvious smell.” He tapped the side of his nose, a wicked little expression on his face.
    Fuck. Of course, Kelli had always been able to pick up when she was scared, especially when they’d snuck out at night…and known when she’d liked a boy. Could he…
    “So,” she said suddenly, ignoring the rush of heat to her cheeks. “How does that work. Are you like half-bear, and half-wolf?”
    His deep chuckle curled around her, reaching into parts that other men’s laughs missed. She nibbled her lip as her body responded, a rush of liquid heat dampening her panties. Trying to keep her movements natural, she pressed her thighs together and hoped like hell he couldn’t tell the effect he was having on her.
    His eyes darkened, his gaze dropping for a second to her crotch. Fuck, she’d been caught out.
    “Nope, just a wolf,” he replied as he pulled the keys from the ignition and opened the door, holding her gaze with his. “Mom’s a non-shifter, and none of us kids have manifested as bear. I’m all wolf…” he reached out to loop a curl of her dyed hair, a deep rich scarlet, around his finger. “So better be careful, Red, or I might eat you all up.”
    Oh God, yes please.
    Before she could answer, he was gone, dropping to the ground out the driver’s door with a dull thud as his booted feet hit the dirt. She swallowed, trying to ease the fire roaring through her blood but before she could get anywhere close, her door opened and he was there.
    Heat pulsed through her body as he encircled her waist with his big hands, and she bit her lip.
    “God, don’t do that,” he begged, his voice hoarse as she mangled the plump flesh of her lower lip with her teeth. His gaze latched onto her mouth, the amber and blue all but swallowed in turn by dark heat.
    “I can’t think straight…not with that and your scent—” he broke off with a groan, closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them, they blazed with amber and she was caught. Pinned by the power and magnetism that radiated from him like the blast from a furnace. She wasn’t worried about him hurting her. Somehow she knew he wasn’t going to be into the bad kind of eating, no matter what manner of creature lurked beneath his human skin. It was that skin, the body of the human male below her, that she was interested in. More than interested in…fascinated by.
    “Fuck, you smell fantastic,” he said, the edge of a growl in his voice.
    He lifted her easily, his casual display of strength startling and turning her on all the more. She wasn’t a lightweight by any means. Not overweight, she was still curvier than most directors liked but she didn’t care. Any suggestion she go on a diet was met with a one-fingered reply. Kyle lifted her as if she weighed less than a wet kitten, holding her easily as he buried his nose against her stomach and breathed in.
    A growl