Arielle and the Three Wolves (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Dani April Read Free Book Online Page A

Don’t bother me until the morning.”
    The wolf came after her and was inside the bedroom door before she was. She shut the door behind them and headed to the bed. After she had the covers turned back and had gone beneath them, she turned around and expected the wolf to leap after her. It remained on the floor. Apparently it wouldn’t join her tonight. This was a first.
    She yawned and turned out the bedside light. “I think that’s a good idea,” she told the wolf. “The bed is too small for both of us. Good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
    She rolled over onto her side, hiked up her knees and closed her eyes. She was asleep in ten minutes.
     
    * * * *
     
    When she awoke before sunrise the next morning she turned around and was in a man’s arms.
    He opened his eyes and looked at her in the dark.
    Arielle screamed. She struggled against him. His naked chest was hard and would not yield to her. Engulfed in his arms, she tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he held her like iron. Her fists balled, and she pummeled him. Every effort she made was like a twig snapped against the side of a mountain. She couldn’t get away from him.
    Finally he must have seen the terror written on her face, and he let her go. Immediately she flew back out the side of the bed and fell to the floor. She was naked. In her panic she could find nothing to reach for to cover her body.
    Tears flooded her eyes, and she scooted away from the bed across the carpet. He just peered over the side of the bed at her as if annoyed by her behavior. The discarded T-shirt lay a foot away from her. When she saw it, she made a grab for it and held it over her front. Now with a paltry cover she felt like she could get to her feet. Her knees were shaky as she rose off the floor.
    “Who are you?” she asked the man in her bed.
    “You know me, Arielle.”
    “I’ve never seen you before in my life.” Frantically she looked around the room for the wolf. He might be able to come to her rescue in this situation. He might be able to save her, but she didn’t see him anywhere in the room.
    “Don’t be afraid of me, Arielle.” His voice was calm when he spoke, deep and with command.
    “What are you doing in here?” She knew her voice was hysterical when she spoke. She couldn’t help it. Her worst fears had come true.
    “Now calm down, Arielle. I think it’s time we talked.”
    He made no attempt to go to her or restrain her. He just calmly watched her from under the covers of her own bed. Her fear mixed with anger. She nudged her way over to the dresser. She reached behind her, but never took her eyes off the man. She felt blindly into the top drawer until she felt the cold metal touch her fingers. Then she grasped it in her palm and brought it out before her.
    She pointed the pistol straight at him. “Don’t come any closer to me,” she warned him, though he had not made a move off the bed.
    “You’re not really going to shoot me, Arielle,” he told her in that deep, calm voice. He pushed off the covers and slowly got out of bed. He was as naked as she was. He was a huge man, and there was a lot of him to see. Arielle tried to keep her eyes above his waist and the aim of the gun true.
    “I said don’t come near me!” she screamed at him. She wanted to get her phone. She couldn’t remember where she had left it last night when she had come home from the clinic. She wanted to call the police. When she couldn’t see it in any of the usual spots in the bedroom, she decided she must have left it to charge out in the living room. Somehow she would have to make her way out there and retrieve it. The only problem was he stood between her and the door to the bedroom.
    He took a couple of steps toward her, and she backed away from him an equal distance. When he walked she noticed he had a limp and favored his right leg. She brought the gun out farther in front of her body with a single shaking hand. With her other hand she covered her nudity