Living Extinct by Lorie O'Clare Read Free Book Online

iron smell of blood tickled her nostrils. Lowering her head, she edged closer to him, sniffing the air around him. His heart still pumped strongly in his body. And it was a damn fine-looking body at that. Muscles corded and bulged under his creamy white male flesh. Hair blacker than night fell straight around his face. The same-colored hair sprinkled over his chest, his arms and his legs. And even soft, his cock distracted her, making her think of a predator sleeping that could wake at any moment and pounce.
    Her pussy grew damp and began throbbing. He was absolutely beautiful. Every inch of him perfect. And even lying there, his dominating scent made her drunk with need. She could mount him, take him, ride him, making his cock as hard as the rest of his body. He wouldn’t stop her. Hell, he’d probably try and control the act. God. He’d be one hell of a damn good lover. With a body like that, rubbing her breasts against his coarse chest hair, digging her fingers into his flesh, nipping at his neck…shit!
    She must be out of her fucking mind.
    Drooling over a dangerous alpha was not what she needed to be doing right now.
    Using the elements to control his mind, to keep him from seeing her, drained physical strength. The gift had its drawbacks. Altering someone’s vision, using their mind to create images not there, or in this case, create the thought that she’d disappeared, meant entering the man’s mind. Slumped against the wall, his virile body relaxed, it was almost like the illusion was now played on her. Moira wouldn’t believe for a second that he was as helpless as he appeared.
    Praying he would remain knocked out long enough for her to figure out what the hell she should do next, she let the change take over. Suddenly naked, her teeth chattered while damp sweat made her even colder.
    She hurried to the table, pulling the chair closer to the laptop. Cursing her trembling fingers, she grabbed her bag, fighting with the zipper. Frantically searching for clothes, she kept shifting her gaze to the man on the floor in front of her although he didn’t move. Ripped clothing lay scattered on the floor near him. Worst case scenario, she’d add the destroyed clothes to scraps of wood later to keep warm. If wolf man wanted to share the only roof on this side of the mountain with her, that was his business—if he learned some manners. It was here or finding a cave and curling up in his fur. And she’d kick his tail out in the cold, no matter how fucking sexy he was. No werewolf pushed her around.
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    Lorie O’Clare
    The laptop hummed when she opened another file on the disc. Pictures of the three criminal werewolves she was supposed to sniff out appeared on the screen. It didn’t surprise her that the male in front of her wasn’t one of them.
    She glanced over the top of the screen at him. He was a hell of a lot more appealing to look at than any of the three criminals. Even relaxed, long corded muscle twisted under his pale skin. Dark curly hair covered his chest, his arms and his legs and pooled around his cock that relaxed against firm, hard-looking abdomen muscles. If only she could use the gift to make herself think that he wasn’t there. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way. Even if it did, too much perfection sprawled out before her. Clearing her thoughts would be damned near impossible.
    It dawned on her that he didn’t have any other clothes. Unless he had a bag waiting for him outside the cabin door, he’d entered with nothing but the clothes on his back.
    They lay crumpled on the floor, torn to bits, along with her clothes. Damn shame he’d have to remain naked while with her.
    She didn’t have a clue what to do with him. Well, other than fuck him silly. He told her he was there to take her home. Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Moira no longer had a pack, a den or anything to return to. And he knew that. He wasn’t one of her thieves, he’d known she would be arriving here, which