Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 by T. A. Grey, Regina Wamba Read Free Book Online Page B

framed by a set of dark lashes and
a curved slash of brows. His cheeks were high, hollowed enough to make the butt
of his chin and jaw hard; his lips were the perfect thickness. He was the
sexiest man she’d ever seen. And she couldn’t wait to get away from him.
    “What do you want?” she said. A
smile tugged at one side of that sexy mouth, his eyes never leaving hers.
    “You asked for me to come out. I
am merely answering your request.”
    Oh God, his voice was sin. The
perfect tenor mixed with a dark sensuality that reminded her of flushed faces
and straining bodies.
    “Who are you?”
    The other corner of his mouth
curled up. The smile was almost mocking. She wanted to slap it off.
    “I think you know who I am.”
Impossible.
    “How did you get here so fast?”
    She had just turned twenty-nine.
She was in an entirely different country for goodness’ sake. His boot hit the
ground and then he was walking toward her. His gait tightened something inside
her. Something dark and sensual, something she’d never quite untapped. She’d
never seen anyone walk like that. Like he had animal grace inside him that made
his movements more fluid, faster, sharper than anyone else’s. She’d seen men
try to mimic this movement, but it wasn’t real. This man was all real. And he
stopped a foot away from her.
    “I am an Alpha shapeshifter.
Alpha over all my kind.” He said the words with pride and confidence that told
her how dangerous this man was. And completely cocky. “I can take many forms,
Willow.” She closed her eyes, suppressing a shiver at the sound of her name. It
was as if with that one word he’d caressed her breasts with a warm hand. He’s
dangerous, her mind warned.
    “Lyonis Keelan,” she said.
    He nodded in agreement. The
motion sent locks of his short hair falling over his face in an array that made
her want to push it back, not because it was messy but because she wanted to
feel it. He seemed so…pettable.
    Don’t forget who and what he is,
idiot! A control freak, a dominating man who wanted his woman to sleep at his
feet. He could have any woman. Just not me.
    “That still doesn’t tell me how
you found me so fast.”
    He lifted a shoulder—a very big
shoulder—in a way that almost made it look like she’d just complimented him. He
smiled at her, but his eyes were sharper, assessing. Watchful.
    “I flew here.”
    “Try again. The next flight to
London wasn’t until later today.” She tried not to notice how well-built he
was, as if she even could. Like a barbarian from the days of old, fighting with
bare hands and simple weapons just for food. He would have had his pick of
women. Hell, even today he would.
    Now his eyes were laughing. At
her. Willow clamped her mouth shut and wished she had something to throw at
him.
    “I flew as a bird. I don’t take
planes. That’s an unnatural way for me to travel. I tracked you by this,” he
said and reached into his pocket to take out a crumpled, folded T-shirt.
Willow’s jaw fell open as she recognized the pink shirt with white glittered
letters that read ‘Bite Me.’
    “What are you doing with my
shirt?” She reached to snatch her precious shirt but he kept it away. The
action brought her close enough to smell him—wood, mud, earth. She used to like
the smell of cologne, but whatever this man had could easily be bottled and
sold. He took advantage of her single step and stepped into her. The action put
them mere inches apart. He looked down at her with warm, chocolate eyes. Her
nipples hardened and her core dampened, readying.
    “Your father sent me this shirt.
He made sure it was not laundered so it still smells of you. I’ve become quite
intimate with your scent. It’s very…strong, feminine. I like it very much.” The
compliment staggered her heart like a tremor and should not have made her feel
so heart-racingly good. She had to remind herself of what kind of man he was.
Most shapeshifters were bad enough, but the dominant ones