Taming Heather [Cariboo Lunewulf 1] by Lorie O'Clare Read Free Book Online Page A

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    Well, my little bitch, you won’t capture on film what you imply you despise.
    He leapt toward her, and she screamed. It wasn’t the first time he gloried in the fact that he lived outside of town. No one would hear her cries unless another werewolf was in the area. And in their fur, different codes of laws were followed. This unmated bitch was on his land, in his den. She was his to deal with. And right now she was about to learn a valuable lesson.
    “Oh God.” She howled again and turned to dash around toward the front of his yard. “Please. Please don’t hurt me.”
    He fought the change, something he hated doing. But he would allow her just one moment to hear his words.
    “Learn now, precious bitch. I will never allow any pain to ever touch you.” His voice had altered, his mouth barely capable of speech in his half-changed body.
    She stopped moving and simply stared at him. He hated how fear covered up her beautiful scent. Taking the camera out of her hands, he hurled it as far as he could. She didn’t fight him, didn’t look after the camera, but simply stared at him, dumbfounded.
    He wanted to scream at how his appearance so obviously terrified her. Unable to hold out another moment, he quit fighting the change, which was worse than holding your breath under water for way too long. He no longer controlled the natural release that soared through him.
    Falling to all fours, his body completed the transformation, allowing his natural pure state of Cariboo lunewulf to take over.
    “Do you understand me?” she asked, her fear still filling the air around them, but her curiosity coming forth.
    He fought back a toothy grin, knowing that would probably scare her. Instead he moved closer, nudging her face with his. He ran his tongue over her cheek, tasting her. Everything inside him hardened when her sweetness once again filled the air. He had to be very careful, fight the natural instinct that worked to be free inside him. Heather wouldn’t understand how instincts took over with werewolves.
    She took a small step backwards, immediately wiping her face with her hand. But she smiled, an absolutely adorable smile.
    “I’m sorry that I called you a monster,” she said quietly.
    Her hands were shaking but the fear around her slowly subsided, its thick, pungent odor dissipating.
    Again he moved into her, brushing his large head against her breasts, feeling how soft and full they were. She stepped away from him again, wrapping her jacket around her, covering her frail human body from the cold night.
    “Okay. I can take a hint. I’ll go.”
    The last thing he wanted was for her to leave. But it was probably a damn good idea. The longer he stood in front of her the harder the urge to fuck her surged through him.
    “And…and you don’t look like a monster.” She still sounded a bit too nervous. “Your white coat is very pretty under the moonlight.”
    Pretty? He’d show her pretty.
    She took another step backwards and he lowered his head, following her slowly. Heather half-turned to walk to her car, and managed at the same time to walk backwards, keeping an eye on him.
    It would take no effort to stop her, change back into his human form, fuck her right here in his front yard. At the moment that sounded damn appealing.
    She got into her car, started it, and then almost popped her clutch trying to drive off.
    Damn it. There went his chance to run off his pent-up frustration. There was no way he could let her drive back into town in her current condition. Her nerves were frazzled, and although Heather needed to see that she’d bitten off more than she could chew, he accepted full responsibility in ensuring she got home safely.
    He waited until she’d driven out of his driveway, then returned to the back of his house. The change reluctantly soared through him and he grabbed his sweatpants, then went inside to grab a shirt and shoes. He would follow her home, then return for his much-needed run. More than