Sinful Instincts (Woodland Creek) by J. D. Hollyfield, Woodland Creek Read Free Book Online

that wouldn’t fill me up, let alone the beast sitting at my counter, I begin to worry. I can give him the three eggs and make him the pancakes, and I think I have some Triscuits that I can pour some syrup—
    “Do you have a place we can order food from?” he breaks my internal breakfast battle.
    I look at him as he stares me down. “What, why? Um— we do, but we’re fine. Do you not like breakfast?” I ask, trying to grab for another egg. While I bring it to the pan, I crack it and it decides to slide out down the outside of the pan instead. “Are you serious ?” I argue with the damn egg. Only in times of need does this bullshit happen.
    “Order food in. I’ll take care of it,” Sin states with no remorse of my poor cooking skills.
    I turn, annoyed. “Why? Do you think I can’t cook a simple meal?” I bite back.
    My harsh comment doesn’t faze him. “No, it seems from the looks of you, you haven’t had a decent meal in some time. You are too thin for your size. And I think you need to eat.” He stops to register my reaction. Once he sees I’m not going to attack, he continues. “So order. Anything you want. Double it for me. And we will eat. Then we will talk.”

    After I swallow a gigantic bite of the best and fluffiest pancakes I’ve ever eaten from Duck and Pond’s restaurant, I stare down Sin. “So, spill. What are you?” I ask bluntly, stuffing more pancakes into my mouth. The food was definitely a smart idea. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until the delivery guy brought us, I kid you not, eight bags filled with food.
    I originally started ordering random stuff, wondering if he would cut me off or tell me to stop and just leave. But he didn’t even flinch. I also wondered how he was going to pay for it all since he technically didn’t have a wallet, let alone any clothes. But he didn’t bat an eye and when the doorbell rang, he insisted on getting the door. Before I had a chance to eavesdrop on the exchange, he was already shutting the door, holding all the bags of food. “Wait… How did you just pay for that?” I asked, but he just kept walking into the kitchen, brushing off my question.
    So now I’m taking advantage of the free meal, no matter how I got it, knowing it will probably be a while until I get a full meal again.
    “I am a leopard shifter. An animal shape-shifter,” he calmly announces while placing his fourth piece of toast up to his mouth.
    “Like a shape-shifter?” I repeat, beginning to chuckle as I stuff my mouth with more fluffy pancakes. “Sure you are. So… what was that drooling crazo in the alley? A Demon?” I joke and continue eating.
    “He is a shifter, as I said before, but in his kind he’s a purebred. He also has been gaining powers since I’ve last seen him.” He pauses to chew more bread before continuing, “He’s in search of a list of items that will result in immortal life for him. I’ve only witnessed his first initial power, but since then, I can feel it’s multiplying. His specialty is luring in helpless women at night to suck their blood and feed off their skin. It makes him stronger. More powerful.” He ends, placing another bite into his mouth.
    I, on the other hand, have half-chewed pancake falling from my opened mouth.
    “Excuse me?” I counter, scared I heard him correctly. “So, wait….” I pause, closing my eyes, hoping he’ll come at me with an ‘I’m joking’. I reopen my eyes and focus on him, his intense orbs glaring back at me. “You’re joking, right?” I ask. Hoping.
    His look tells me he’s not. Shit. “Tell me you are joking.”
    “I cannot,” he replies nonchalantly, placing more bread into his mouth. Jesus Christ, how much bread can one person eat? Before he can take another bite, I swat the piece from his hand. “Seriously, tell me you are joking. This is not funny. You’re talking some straight nonsense. And I get it. You may not be right, and I will help you, but what you’re saying... That