blood 03 - blood chosen by Tamara Rose Blodgett Read Free Book Online Page A

you're new... but you do know you're naked as a jay bird, right?”
    Heat flared on Truman's face. Suddenly, all he could think about was his dick hanging out in front of two young women. It was, in a word... awful. If balls could shrivel (and Truman felt that was a certainty) his were walnuts.
    Alan moved in front of him and immediately Adi's eyes made contact with his own. “He stepped into the middle of everything and got changed.”
    “Sacrilege!” Slash roared. His eyes flashed and the trembling energy of his change to full form lay like heat above his skin, hanging in that precarious balance between forms. Adi gasped, and like sympathy, her own wolf rose up through the mists of her humanity, begging for release, for escape.
    “Don't,” she whispered to Slash. He would bring her wolf and she didn't want to change in front of males she didn't know, it was too vulnerable for words.
    He quelled the need, his anger and wolf so closely linked they breathed the same air, ate the same food. His wolf and his human were interlocked in a way most Were envied. The speed of his change a mere thought, intent- then it happened.
    It was not enviable now.
    Adi took a deep trembling breath, stilling that roiling heat that had risen to meet his. She gave him troubled eyes and he confirmed the trouble.
    “It is Tony who made these marks on your body.” Slash stated it as fact, ignoring the new Were, his body tense until he got answers. Answers enough to know how to proceed.
    “Yeah, it would have been more too if he could have made it longer but the Queen bitch of the east flew in on her broomstick and screwed his plans,” Cynthia said and Adi laughed.
    “What she said.” Adi hooked a thumb in Cynthia's direction and Cyn looked at Alan. In the eyes, because the swinging genitalia was kinda distracting. “Hi Boss.”
    Alan scooped up a pair of shorts off the ground, an open small pack lay on the forest floor as his form fell like a sliding rain of flesh all around him and he sunk into how she remembered him. It might seem all natural to them but to Cynthia, it was the damn oddity of a lifetime. Cyn knew if she dwelled on it too long, she'd go crazy.
    So she didn't. She watched Alan's ass muscles clench and bunch as he threw on athletic shorts over his nakedness. She fought not to cover her eyes. The more she told herself not to look the more she wanted to. Then he faced her. “Hi.”
    Cynthia took a deep breath, trying not to glance where she shouldn't, making sense of this as her boss from the restaurant, the dude who’d given her a break, stood as a human, but had just been a werewolf or something. Some break. Cyn wasn't stupid enough to think that Alan hadn't known what she was all along. Who she was.
    “You knew, you cheese whiz,” she started in, walking right into the wall of his muscled chest and poking him with the tip of her badly chipped  acrylic nail.
    “Yeah,” Alan admitted, looking down into her face. Cynthia was tall, five feet eight-ish, but Alan stood near six feet two. He'd been almost seven feet even, she figured... when he was wolfing it up.
    Spanktastic. Yet again.
    She hit him with the finger a second time. “You could have,” stab, slap... “effing let me in on the fun.” Cynthia pushed him with the flat of both palms and he didn't move a centimeter. “When I first worked for you!” she yelled, her palms becoming fists and beating on him.
    Alan grabbed her small wrists, easily controlling them. “We hoped it wouldn't come to this.”
    “Well it fucking did!” Cynthia yelled in his face.
    “Cyn!” Adi said, grabbing her shoulder and Alan released her wrists. She fought not to rub them where they ached from his restraint.
    Lying prick.
    Cynthia backed away, laying her accusation all over the top of him with her gaze.
    Alan sighed as Lawrence came to stand beside him and Karl Truman as well.
    Lawrence held up a hand that was talon tipped moments before and Cynthia swallowed hard, looking from