Promising Peter (Bad Boy Alphas) (Shrew & Company Book 6) by Holley Trent Read Free Book Online

other Bear’s job. What the goddess had been thinking in steering him toward the timid woman, he’d never know. He’d always assumed that if he felt a pull toward any particular woman, his mate would be like his mother—brash and assertive. Cutting when she had to be, but maternal to a T. She was a pretty beast in lipstick and high heels, and nothing incited her ire worse than her children being threatened. Her children could take care of themselves just fine, but that didn’t stop Mama Ursu from being on the defensive, anyway.
    Andrea, though…
    He slipped his fingers under her chin and tilted her face toward him.
    Wide-eyed and expectant. Wary, but not frightened. Beautiful brown eyes and generous lips he should have been kissing instead of forcing himself to ignore.
    “Pretty girl…” he said in a whisper.
    She cringed and closed her eyes.
    “You are. That is why Gene harassed you, isn’t it?”
    “He did that because I had the right body parts.”
    “I don’t think so. While he may be derisive toward women in general, he’s like any man and would gravitate toward beauty. He’d want to claim you, but you’re not his to be claimed.”
    “Hopefully no one is.”
    “I can’t say if anyone is or isn’t, only that you’re not his. If you’re anyone’s, you’re mine, and that’s bad enough.”
    She opened her eyes only to roll them. “If you don’t really want me, let me go home. We can pretend this never happened.”
    “You know I can’t let you go home. Even if my inner bear would allow me to let you leave, I’m not so certain the part of me that’s just man would be so enthusiastic about seeing you walk away.”
    She blinked at him.
    “I didn’t say I didn’t want you, Andrea. Obviously, I do.” The enduring erection pressed between the two of them should have been evidence enough of that. She smelled so damned good—so fertile —and his inner beast was getting impatient. He worried the time would pass, and he’d have to wait for weeks for another chance to inseminate her. The bear wanted a cub. The bear obviously didn’t give a shit about obstacles.
    If Peter didn’t slake off some of the edge soon, he might do something he’d regret, and he regretted so many things already.
    “Come here.” He took her hand and led her back to the sofa.
    He lay on his back and wedged her on her side between his body and the cushions.
    She put her head on his shoulder and he moved her hand down to his stimulated cock.
    Her grip was tentative, but he made her tighten her hold around the shaft. He figured that since she’d caused the erection, she should have some hand in providing the relief.
    “Every time I see you, it does that,” he said into her hair. “Even outside the mating season, I can’t think about anything else than you being naked and ready for me.”
    “I’m here,” she said.
    “But you’re not ready.”
    She might never be ready.
    She gave his cock a squeeze that was probably meant to be punishing, but the action only served to force more pre-ejaculate from his slit and down to her fist.
    He wrapped his fingers around hers and tightened her grip. “Like that. If you’re gonna do this to me, make sure I can feel it.”
    He pulled his hand away and twined his fingers behind his head.
    She settled in, wrapping her top leg around his right one, and began slow, languorous tugs of his shaft that had his toes curling and inner bear howling.
    “Just like that.”
    She swiped her thumb across the head and played with the sticky sap at the top for a moment before spreading the liquid downward.
    He closed his eyes and lifted his left leg to improve her access to his sack when her fingers flitted lower. “Been waiting so long for you to touch me.”
    “Why didn’t you ask me?”
    “There are certain kinds of women you don’t ask such things, and you’re one of them.”
    “What kind of woman am I?”
    “A woman to be taken seriously.”
    “I think there are lots of women like