What a Bear Wants by Nikki Winter Read Free Book Online

towards both bears. “Trust me, sweetheart, my pack females would chew you up and spit you back out in forms that not even the Kama Sutra could emulate.” Standing straight, she pivoted on the balls of her feet and started back towards the exit. “This way gentlemen.”
    She snorted just a bit when she heard Maddox whisper to his brother, “Guess I shouldn’t tell her I’m a little into the pain/pleasure dynamics should I?”
     
     
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              “Do you want to keep those eyes?”
              Ransom’s brows drew downwards at his brother’s fiercely whispered question but he never took his gaze off of Fallon as she walked ahead of them, making her way past the surrounding shopping center and into the parking garage. He was too busy staring at the healthy golden glow of her creamy skin. It was like watching gold dusted milk chocolate when she moved. “What?”
              “If you don’t stop staring at her, she’s going to rip your eyes out of the sockets and roll them like dice.”
    “You’re so poetic, little brother. You should work for Hallmark.”
    “Do you not understand how temperamental she-wolves are? Do you not understand how temperamental this she-wolf is?”
    “We’ve been with her for five minutes. You don’t know shit about—” Both brothers suddenly pulled up short as Fallon halted , her head tilting back, nose in the air as if she smelled something odd. Then her line of sight suddenly went to the left where a few feet away two male wolves stood...staring.
    The snarl that came from her really shouldn’t have made his dick hard but it did.
    “Having a nice day, Wilder?” One of the males asked casually enough, taking a few steps towards her along with the man next to him. Both were a bit shorter and thicker. Clearly red wolves, unlike Fallon who was powerfully built and purely arctic.
    “I was until I caught sight of your face...which makes me want to maim.” One of her hands came up, claws slowly sliding out. “Now which one of you boys want to volunteer to cure that particular urge?”
    The bolder of the two smirked, staring at her with open resentment. “We allowed your two pets to get away with that shit they pulled but don’t think—”
    “ Allowed?” Fallon interrupted, stepping forward. “The scars on your face and neck tell me that my betas fucked you up rather nicely. You should be grateful for that, Jericho...because had I been there, I’d still be picking bits of you from between my teeth.”
    “Tell me again that she’s not temperamental, I dare you.” Maddox whispered.
    “It won’t last for much longer.” The other one sneered, walking just that much closer.
    Ransom’s eyes narrowed on that one as he determined exactly how much effort it would take to pop his head off and play putt-putt with it. But before he could move Fallon was doing a double tap on the little bastard’s kidneys and bringing him to his knees before she brought her own knee up, breaking his nose. The sound of cartilage crumbling along with the spray of blood made Ransom pop his jaw.
    “I’m sorry, Aaron.” Fallon said with a saccharine sweetness. “Sometimes I’m just a bit clumsy.”
    The one she’d called Jericho stepped forward as if to reach for her and Ransom went to snatch her away but Maddox stopped him.
    “Do. Not. Get. In. The. Middle.” His brother warned him and he understood why when Fallon spun on the ball of her left foot and used the right one to come down on the male wolf’s thigh, buckling his leg and sending him to his knees along with what Ransom guessed was his pack mate.
    She gripped that one by the throat, digging her claws into the still healing flesh. “I allow you to live, boy. I allow you to breathe. I overlook the fact that you’re inbred, backwoods trash who has nothing better to do with himself than to scrimp and beg and whine over things that don’t belong to him but please do not ever believe that you can publicly