Wild Love (Wilding Pack Wolves 2) - New Adult Paranormal Romance Read Free

report. It was starting to freak him out.
    She pulled back and looked directly into his eyes, her face only inches away. “You are so beautiful.”
    Okay, that was enough. He shifted quickly, capturing her in his arms before she could back away. It took less than a fraction of a second and wrenched a gasp out of her, but by the time it was done, he was holding her in his arms and pulling her against his naked body.
    “We usually prefer the term handsome,” he said with a smirk.
    Then he kissed her.
    Damn, she was soft—the dress, her silky blonde hair spilling over his hands, her lips melting under his. It took her a second, but then she was all over him in return—small hands clawing at his shoulders, tongue eager in his mouth, her skirt hiking up as she hitched one of those luscious legs over his bare hip, bringing her body even closer. He slipped a hand inside the soft silk of her dress and cupped her breast, moaning as he found her nipple already hard for him. His cock sat up and pressed into the infinite softness that was her body—and he was instantly aching to bury it in her for real.
    He pulled back from the kiss to lower his mouth to her neck.
    She moaned and tipped her head back.
    “You have too many clothes on,” he whispered between wet nips at her skin.
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    He backed her toward the bed, slowly. They’d gone zero-to-sixty in less than five seconds—there was something about her obsession with shifters that was sending his wolf into overdrive—and he seriously hoped she was telling the truth about not being a virgin. Because he was suddenly dying to take her hard, slamming the flimsy motel bed against the wall and hearing her scream out his name.
    If she liked wolves before, he aimed to make her a permanent fan.
    He had her nearly to the bed—and her dress inched up past her waist—when voices suddenly exploded in his ear.
    “Ten o’clock!”
    “I see him!”
    “What the fuck—”
    “Jimmy, stay here. Murphy, Simpson, take the far flank. Ashton, you’re with me. Go, go, go!”
    Noah yanked back from kissing Emily. Something was going down outside , and he was standing in the motel room, naked with a hard-on. Shit.
    He abruptly left Emily teetering at the bedside and raced back to where his clothes lay in a heap on the musty carpet. As he hurriedly pulled them on, she was sputtering out something while wrapping her arms tightly around herself again.
    “I have to go,” he said, roughly, yanking his shirt over his head. The shouts were growing louder and more frantic in his ear.
    “I… did I… do something wrong?” She was shaking.
    Fuck. He didn’t know if she was involved in this, whatever it was, or if she was just an innocent bystander, but he didn’t have time to explain.
    “I just have to go.” He shoved on his shoes and raced to the door. Right before he reached it, he heard a series of pops that had to be gunfire. Shit! He flung it open, lurched outside, and remembered to turn on his mic. “What the hell’s going on?” he shouted over the growls and grunts coming through his earbud. He raced to the end of the balcony where he could to get a good look at his car and the van parked below. His pack had swarmed over a guy, taking him down hard against the pavement. One of them had shifted, but he was lying prone on the ground while the others held the perp down.
    Noah pounded down the stairs and hauled ass toward the downed wolf.
    No, no, no… its relatively slender body, short-cut brown fur… it had to be Jimmy.
    Noah reached Jace’s side, where he was bent over Jimmy. Jace had been a medic in the Army, and he was already probing Jimmy’s wound, which was somewhere on his head—it was covered in blood. Noah couldn’t tell how bad it was, but he’d seen plenty of head wounds overseas, and they were bad news. Jimmy’s eyes were closed, his face slack.
    “Jace?” Noah held back, chest tight, not wanting to get in Jace’s way.
    His hands were all over