Shifters of Grrr 1 by Emerald Wright, Terra Wolf, Shelley Shifter, Artemis Wolffe, Wednesday Raven, Amelia Jade, Mercy May, Jacklyn Black, Rachael Slate, Eve Hunter Read Free Book Online

legs became jelly as she gave thanks to already being on the floor and having little space to fall. Casually, she slid over to him and walked on all fours over him, laying him out on his back.  
    Never having been the aggressor, Emily was fast taking charge of knocking 'one night stand' off her list as her fingers flew to undo his shirt. Fabric pulled from out of his pants as he had tucked it in as her hands went to undo his pants.
    He picked her up off him, pulled her crop top over her head, and buried his face in her breasts. Licking and sucking each tender nipple, he alternated between light and hard nibbles. The sounds Emily made were getting louder and his cock strained against his zipper.   He wanted her, all of her, and he wanted it in the worst way.
    Her breath quickened and his bear could feel her excitement. Holden breathed in the intoxicating scent of Emily and he was already sliding his hand down her body, finding the sweet, wet folds. His fingertips circled her hard nub as he played with her clit and his finger slipped inside her. Her gasp was music in his ears and his bear was ready to claim her.
    It was only then that he thought of his vow. If he gave in so easily what would he learn? This was no way to begin a search for true love. His bear was angry and raged inside, forcing itself to the surface. Holden panicked as his claws started to form and bits of fur began to break through where there was once skin.
    "I can't do this, Emily, I'm so sorry." He said as he ran from the room. He couldn't let her see him like this and there was no way he could stop it from happening, he was too far gone as it was.
    He stopped in the storage area, panting for air and waited for his bear to calm. He could still smell her making his cock twitch harder. He was locked in a battle inside his own body, full of lust and logic. Two opposing sides desperately wanting out.

Chapter Six: Fallout
    By the time he was calm enough to believe that his bear was not going to shift to the surface, Emily was gone. He tried texting her to tell her he was sorry but had no words on how to explain what must have been baffling behavior.  
    Holden was mortified. What kind of man just runs out on a date in the middle of when most men would be begging to stay?  
    He walked home in silence, hoping that somehow she'd find a way to forgive him and they could work it out. He gave serious consideration on telling her the truth about why he left.
    Emily woke the next day with more questions than she had answers. She wasn't able to mark 'one night stand' off her list, but more quizzical was why he bolted from the middle of it. I don't think I've ever seen a man move away from me as quick as he did. Was I that bad?
    She looked down at her phone and saw a text and a missed call from Holden. The text simply apologized and told her he'd explain it all in due time while the call went to voice mail without a message left. She could hear him sigh before hanging up.
    She made the promise to herself to text him back later, after she was done shopping for the day, but for now she was still too full of anxiety over why he suddenly stopped wanting her to worry about it. She needed to check a few more things off the list while she still had time.
    She went online and tried to get a few friends to go along with her, as she'd been more tired than usual lately.   While they all had plans and tried to get her to postpone the event until later, Emily was determined to go without them.
    Through mini-skirts, tunics, and strappy tank tops, Emily was sliding on clothes that were nothing like what hung in her closet. She was finding fabrics that clung to every curve and accentuated every soft ripple of her body. Emily looked at herself in the mirror, taking in all the changes that she had already done, and smiled. She rounded up her bags and hit the nearest salon for an impromptu haircut.
    "Are you sure?" the stylist asked again for the third time as she ran her hand through