The Wolf's Call (Two-Natured London) Read Free

his instincts rule him.
    This
wasn’t the first time a woman had excited him during his hundred and
thirty-four years, but for the first time he was aroused by a woman he hadn’t
even seen. It was also a first that he was drawn to a woman so dominant. He
tended to go after docile, submissive creatures that were fun for a while and
then didn’t bother him after he was done with them. Yet it was undoubtedly her
strength that had got him so worked up. A dominant female with a strong alpha
streak, who could have thought he would find one here? There were some dominant
shifter women, but not all of them had the alpha quality that could raise them
to clan leaders over physically stronger males.
    To win
such a female, a male had to be truly worthy. It was the notion of being worthy
of her that had him so excited. It was a challenge.
    Please,
gods, let her be a wolf.
    Rafe
had seldom uttered a prayer more sincere to the twin deities governing the
spiritual wellbeing of the two-natured people. Another predatory shifter would
do as well, but a wolf would be perfect.
    Then
he shook himself. He couldn’t stand outside the door all day, dreaming about
her. But he couldn’t go to his meeting with Mr Latimer sporting a raging
hard-on either, and so he forced his body under control with the ease of a
truly strong alpha shifter. Only, he couldn’t control his heart, and it raced
in anticipation as he pushed the door open and entered the office. He was sure
she heard it, but he didn’t care. She should know he intended to have her. That
was part of the chase too, the anticipation.
    The
office didn’t match the image he had gotten from the outside. The firm was
located at the London’s newer business district of Canary Wharf, so he had
expected chrome and glass and the energetic atmosphere of making money fast.
Instead, it more resembled the traditional chambers around the Inns of Court,
its décor like a copy of the firm he had dealt with since 1910. The family-run
firm had recently ended its operations when there had been no one to continue
it, putting him on the market for a new solicitor. The hardwood and antique
leather furniture, heavy drapes, and oriental carpets the vast office was
decorated with represented the unhurried excellence to which he was accustomed.
    As he
made his way along the aisle towards the back of the room, he took in the six
groups of desks with their occupants, seeking the one he wanted.
Air-conditioning was working against him so he couldn’t get a scent, but as
five desks were occupied by men, his task was easy. His eyes shot to her and
met a gaze exactly as strong as he had hoped.
    To his
utter relief, she was a gorgeous young woman. He had been half afraid that she
was an older matron, her strength of will accumulated over a lifetime, but she
looked about his age – the age he seemed to be anyway, somewhere between thirty
and thirty-five.
    He
could tell by the long stretch of stocking-clad legs neatly folded under her
chair that she was tall, but that she wasn’t ashamed of her height, judging by
the way she held herself straight even when sitting down, and by the three inch
heels of her black shoes. Standing in them, she would be close to his six foot
five. He usually dated short women, but now he couldn’t understand why. Of course
his woman would be tall.
    Suddenly,
an image of the two of them stretched naked on a bed flashed in his mind. He
would be able to kiss her and thrust into her at the same time. The fantasy was
incredibly vivid, transporting him to another place. He could practically smell
the scents of their lovemaking and from a half a floor away he saw her nostrils
flare too. She clearly had the scent of his arousal. Good. Her nipples were
growing hard in response, pressing against the fabric of her expensive white blouse.
The blouse was deceptively modestly cut, but it couldn’t hide the shape of her
nicely-rounded breasts that would more than fill his large hands.
    The
only thing