His Perfect Wolf (Mystic Wolves Book 2) by Elle Boon Read Free Book Online Page B

to have him nuzzling on her. The thought of
how it would feel to have him between her legs had heat rushing through her,
threatening her resolve.

 
 
 
    Chapter Four

 
 
    Niall adjusted his
dick. Her scent had man and wolf ready to claim her as their mate, bu t he was coherent enough to step away from the alluring
temptation. He didn’t think he’d bitten her hard enough to cause a worry, not
like his brother Zayn had dealt with when Nolan had bitten Cora. Their
situations were completely different. Nolan was an innocent
child who’d been injured and had accidentally bitten the good doctor, causing
the first bite in the change. His brother Zayn was the one who couldn’t keep
his dick and fangs to himself, and then turned the woman into one of them,
taking her for hi s mate. Niall was older and wiser.
He was alpha and wouldn’t be getting an accidental
wolf for a mate like Zayn, no matter how badly he wanted to fuck her.
    Her scent had
intoxicated him when she’d come from his sucking on her luscious breasts. No
woman had ever done that before. He wanted to reach
between her thighs and stroke her, bring her essence into his mouth and see if
she tasted as sweet. Instead, he took a step away, followed by another. He
picked up the shirt that had fallen on the floor and tossed it her way, not trusting himself to get close enough to
hand it to her.
    “I’ll fry up some
bacon and eggs, while you…um get finished.” He waved in her general area.
    Call him a pussy for
rushing out of the room. He didn’t give no fucks. He beat feet into th e
kitchen. The large space made preparing scrambled eggs and bacon quick and
easy. His cell sat on the charging dock, showing he hadn’t missed any calls.
    After calling his son
to see how his night was, and hearing all was great, Niall hung
up and pulled th e eggs off the fire. His stainless
steel stove had eight burners, and he’d long since learned the art of cooking a
fast breakfast on the fly. The toaster dinged, popping out four slices, adding
to the others he’d already toasted and buttered. Within minute s he had breakfast done and was waiting for his sex-on-legs
guest.
    “Smells
delicious. Can I help?”
    He tipped his chin
toward the side-by-side fridge. “Milk,
OJ, or coffee?”
    “Coffee
and OJ. You can’t eat bacon without having orange juice.”
    Her brown eyes sp arkled, reminding him of his favorite woman, Payton, when
she was happy. The image made him pause, but his guest already turned around.
She’d tied the shirt in a knot at the back, giving him a glimpse of her
tattoo-less waist. Her jeans were snug as hell, riding
low on her curvy hips. She had an ass that was made for holding onto when going
for a long hard ride. When he’d held her ass, each cheek fit perfectly in the
palm of his hands, the same as her breasts. He was definitely an ass and breast
man. Perfec t was the word he’d use to describe
everything about her. Dangerous.
    “Do you want any jam?”
she asked, her head in his fridge.
    His mind went straight
to the gutter and stayed there. “No,” he said more harshly than necessary. “I
mean, no, thank you.”
    Her ro unded ass was enough to make a grown man get down on his
knees and salivate. Watching her wiggle had his dick hard as a pike and his
brain not functioning on all cylinders. She brought his favorite raspberry
jelly out and sat across from where he stood at the
granite counter. He was glad the top kept her from seeing just how hard he was.
    “I clearly love bacon
and scrambled eggs. I keep seeing a woman who looks very much like me cooking
them for me.”
    She even looked sexy
when she talked with her mouth half-f ull. “That’s
good.” He pointed his fork at her.
    “My mother makes the
best lasagna, ever. She doesn’t put that gross ricotta or cottage cheese shit
in it though.” He shuddered, making her laugh.
    “Not
a fan, huh?”
    Niall raised his
eyebrows. “If you tell me y ou like it, our
association is