Her Wicked Wolf by Kendra Leigh Castle Read Free Book Online Page B

thought sadly. He was warning her. Maybe he
thought the truth would repulse her, or frighten her. Instead, she got to her
feet, placed her hands gently on his chest, and leaned down to press a soft kiss
to scar after scar, lingering on the ones over his heart.
    “I want you naked,” he said, his voice rough, his hands far
gentler than his voice as he wound them in her hair and urged her to stand
upright again. She straightened, and he skimmed his fingers down her jaw before
letting them drop to his sides and stepping even closer, eyes burning down into
his.
    “Now,” he said in a whisper that brooked no refusal.
    Brie swallowed hard at the command, so different from the
perfect manners he usually showed her. But this was what she’d asked for—the
wolf. And there was indeed something predatory about the way he looked at
her.
    The firelight played over the hard, lean muscles of his bare
torso, and Brie gave herself a moment to enjoy the sight before she did as she
was told. Scarred or not, he was beautiful. Slowly, she lifted her own sweater
over her head, leaving her in nothing but her simple black bra. She shivered in
spite of the warmth coming from the fire, then reached behind her back to unhook
the clasp.
    The focus in his glowing eyes as she pulled away the fabric to
bare her breasts was like nothing she’d been subject to before. Her nipples
pebbled in the cooler air, and her breasts felt full, heavy, aching to be
touched. She shook her hair back over her shoulders. Undressing for him this way
felt wicked, erotic.
    She heard his sharp breath, watched, fascinated, as he stepped
back and his hand dropped to unbutton his pants. One button, then the
zipper...and then a pause, an arched brow.
    Brie knew what he wanted. He’d already made it perfectly clear.
And it seemed this was going to be a give-and-take. She slid out of her jeans
quickly, stripping off her socks afterward. Then she was left in nothing but her
underwear, simple bikini briefs that matched the discarded bra. That was where
she hesitated.
    “Everything off,” Alistair said. “No turning back now.”
    No, there certainly wasn’t. Nor did she want there to be. Brie
slid the scrap of fabric down her hips to the floor, then stepped away from
them.
    Alistair’s gaze as it raked over her body burned hotter than
the fire. She heard his shuddering intake of breath, saw the preternatural flash
of his eyes.
    “So beautiful,” he growled.
    “Now you,” Brie said, but he shook his head. She frowned, not
understanding. Unbuttoned and unzipped, his pants hung open just enough so that
she could see the thin, enticing trail of hair that vanished beneath. When she
raised her eyes to his again, what she saw there gave her pause.
    He looked...hungry. It wasn’t until that moment that she
realized how much he was still holding back. And how close he was to snapping
that tether.
    “I want to take a good look,” he rasped, “before I’m on you. In
you. Mine .”
    She swallowed hard, her heart pounding.
    “Show me,” Brie said, barely getting out the words. She could
hardly breathe.
    “My bed. Or maybe the floor.” His lengthened, dagger-sharp
incisors flashed when he smiled at her. The reserved man she’d known was gone.
This was the wolf. “Run.”
    She spun and heard the rustle of fabric as his pants came off.
Brie sprinted away, almost giddy with a potent mixture of desire and fear. Not
fear of Alistair, but the primal fear that being pursued always inspired, the
impulse to get away, knowing that a predator was right at your heels. She knew
she’d be caught—she wanted to be caught—but that didn’t stop the adrenaline from
bursting through her veins as she sprang through a doorway and down a short
hall. She could feel him, could hear his breathy snarl as he closed in on
her.
    Brie only made it two steps into the bedroom before she was
seized around the waist. She made a single, sharp sound of surprise as she was
tossed into the middle of a