The Wayward Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Free Page A

stroking the soft sheets. Fresh clean cotton was like an aphrodisiac to me. The effect was similar to giving me a diamond ring. Give me a pair of awesome sheets, and I’d toss the diamond in a heartbeat.
     
    “Redthorn stared down at me for a long minute, and I wondered what it was he saw. Did he see a woman desperate for sex? Maybe a temptress using every weapon in her arsenal? Or a horny knight who didn’t care if the consequences of her actions came back to bite her in the morning?
     
    Then again, he might have just been looking at my hazel skin, curling dark brown hair, and wide chocolate eyes. I’d been told a time or two that was how I looked, but to me, I just looked mixed. Desserts didn’t describe my skin or my eyes, they described dessert. But for Redthorn, I was willing to be every dessert, every flavor of chocolate and melted caramel he could ever desire.
     
    “I want you. Now,” I bit out, my wolf coming to the surface.
     
    Redthorn leaned close to me and reached over to yank down my skirt. I didn’t have time to register that I was naked, before his hands were on my body, holding me down so his tongue could tattoo my skin.
     
    When had desire felt this… consuming? I couldn’t remember another time I had wanted a man so badly, that I hadn’t been worried about him seeing me naked in the light, every one of my imperfections on display. I just couldn’t dredge up the insecurity that usually followed with sex.
     
    It. Felt. Great!
     
    “More!” I whispered as his tongue dipped into my belly button. I could feel his fingers on the inside of my thighs, spreading me wide. For a second I paused, wondering if I should have gotten that wax. Did men like women who were shaved? Would he hate it? God, what if he—
     
    But I worried about the wrong thing, because Redthorn wasn’t like any man I’d been with. His wolf was in control, and he set the beast loose! There was no inhibiting his animal nature, no fights with himself, but total surrender.
     
    I felt his tongue between my legs stroking high into me. I couldn’t register the pleasure before I was suddenly coming, and his tongue was entering my slick channel, the texture abrasive, the length longer than a human's.
     
    My head snapped back and my entire body arched as his fangs rubbed against my engorged clit. “S-stop. I c-can’t take it.” I cried out.
     
    I tried to turn and scoot away, tried to close my thighs, but he never relented, never gave me a moment to rest. Redthorn’s wolf was completely in control, taking me with a single minded obsession.
     
    “No.” his wolf growled low and flicked his tongue, hard against my clit.
     
    Another orgasm hit me and I cried out, tears streaming down my face as every muscle clenched, released, quivered. Spots were in my vision, and I couldn’t so much as lift a finger. Sated didn’t even begin to describe my state, and the man had barely started.
     
    “Come on, little wolf. Not going to quit on me, are you?” Redthorn chuckled as he pulled off his sweater and chucked his jeans.
     
    The wolf inside of me lifted her head at the challenge, eyes glowing neon orange in anticipation. Redthorn noticed my eyes immediately and paused, looking down at me. I couldn’t decipher the look he was giving me, but after another second it didn’t matter, because my wolf had jumped to the forefront.
     
    Before my brain could process what my body had done, I’d launched myself at Redthorn, sending him tumbling back into the wall. I kept him pinned there as I rubbed up against him, coating my body with his sandalwood scent.
     
    I felt a growl rumble against his chest before he shifted, and was suddenly behind me. I felt his callused hands as he stroked my ass. I pushed back against him and growled, needing him with passion only animals knew.
     
    There was no finesse in our joining as he thrust into me, driving my body up the wall. It was about sating the wolves inside of us, giving them what they’d