Den and Breakfast: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Honeycomb Falls Book 1) by Cassie Wright Read Free Book Online Page A

What does one do for two years alone in the dark?
    I should be getting inside. Locking the door. There are wild and dangerous animals out here. But as I climb out of the car, I realize I don't want to be safe. I don't want to snuggle under a comforter all by my lonesome. I want to tread the darkness in search of predators. I want to be hunted. Desired. Devoured.
    So, half scared, half exhilarated, and not really knowing what I'm doing, I creep off the gravel into the knee-high grass and around the house. The moon hangs low above the tree line, painting the garden in shades of cobalt blue, silver gray and stark black. My senses are alive, and I can smell night flowers from somewhere, the aroma sweet and light. There. His shed. Its front door is outlined in white light. He's home.
    I bite my lower lip. My nipples are hard. What am I doing? I have no idea, but still I creep closer.
    I just want a peek. I know that's wrong. I know I'm invading his presence. But I just want to see him with his guard down. Not trying to act human. Fully a wolf. Does he sleep naked? Oh, what I wouldn't do for one image of his perfectly sculpted body to tide me through the night, adding rocket fuel to my fantasies. I part the tall stalks of goldenrod and creep up to the shed wall. There's a small window in the side, four panes of glass set in a warped frame. Should I? I bite my lip, uncertain, desire muddying my thoughts.
    "Lost, Ms. Wilder?" Blake's voice sounds from behind me, and I spin around, suddenly terrified and mortified both, pressing my back against the shed wall. He's just a shadow against the trees, tall and powerful, his golden eyes gleaming as they catch the faint light of the moon.
    "I - I was coming to ask you if you need anything." My voice shakes, my knees are weak. What was I thinking?
    "You were going to ask me through the window?" His voice is darkly amused. He begins to walk closer to me, making absolutely no sound.
    "The window?" I laugh weakly. "Oh. I was going to make sure... you were awake... before..."
    I trail off as he gets closer. And closer. And steps into the light streaming from the little window over my shoulder. Oh god. He's only wearing his jeans, low slung over his hips, a faint fuzz of hair rising up over the top button across his abdomen. I swallow. Abs. I've heard of six packs, but an eight pack? I fight the urge to count them. Blink and look up. His chest. Powerful and muscled. Shoulders that are deliciously rounded. Up to his eyes. That are glittering with amusement that does little to hide his hunger. His need. He's the predator I was looking for. I've found him, and now he's stalking me. Hunting me. And like a deer in headlights, I can't move.
    "Before what?" His voice is husky and low, raw in a way that sends a jolt of electricity right down to my pussy. He steps right up to me, his body only an inch away. I want to rub myself against him, every inch of his ripped magnificence. He leans in, and I can smell him, his masculine scent, a wild smell that speaks of the woods and clean fur, something inhuman and intoxicating. He leans in and I thrill, his nose almost touching my skin, scenting me, moving slowly across my cheek then down my neck. I stand frozen, trembling. Helpless.
    Did he ask me a question? I know I should answer, but all I can do is groan as he slides a hand around the back of my neck, his skin rough, his fingers long, his confidence complete. I barely have time to inhale as he brings his lips down onto mine. A faint brush at first that sets off fireworks within my mind and sends a second surge of passion down to the fork between my legs, and then a full kiss, his lips firm on mine, his tongue entering my mouth, owning me, demanding that I submit. It's like no kiss I've ever had, pure lust and desire. I moan, his hand firm on the back of my head, our tongues slipping over each other with sinful need.
    I press my hands against his chest, marveling at the heat that radiates from his smooth skin,