Whisper Pride Pack by T. Cobbin Read Free Book Online

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    After they’d finished eating they sat outside on the swing,
something she had envisioned earlier—a cup of hot chocolate in her hand, feet
up on the porch balcony with a blanket over her legs, and curled up tightly to
Conan. So much had happened in a few hours, it seemed like days had gone past.
Conan was a wolf shifter. He turned into a pure white wolf with amber eyes. It
was something from a story book. He was beautiful.
    He said she was his mate, a wife but more permanent, a forever
of sorts if she accepted. She had found out that if she did deny the mating he
would always be on his own, never able to have pups. He could fuck whoever he
wished, but it would never give him an heir, a next Alpha for the pack. He had
also said that after her he would never want to touch another woman again
anyway.
    Thoughts of Harry flashed through her mind. What if he was
looking for her? How would that affect Conan and the pack? Harry was a sadistic
man; he could cause a lot of trouble.
    “Hey there.” A long, callused finger lifted her chin up.
“What’s got that frown on your beautiful face?”
    “Just random shit,” she muttered.
    “Do I need to do my Fiddler on the Roof act again?”
    “No, you fool.” She giggled.
    He leaned toward her and kissed her. His tongue glided over
her lips. Giving him entrance, she moaned as the first taste of him swept
across her tongue. He tasted so good. Her hands began to roam his naked chest. He
hadn’t put a shirt on after he had shifted, which was okay with her. His jeans
had hung low on his torso, showing off a very fine six-pack that lowered to a
sexy v. He had no hair on his chest; it was smooth and silky, showing off his
exquisite pecs. She was sure the meal had tasted a lot better after watching
him cook with no shirt on, it definitely added flavor.
    When her fingers roamed around his now puckered and hard
nipples, he groaned into her mouth. She could stop this now—it was too early to
do this, right? Especially after what she had seen today. But as her tongue
searched and felt its way through his heated cavern, brushing over his, she
thought maybe later !
    His hands moved up and under her top, caressing her breasts
over her bra, then he slowly pulled the cups down and caressed her nipples.
They bunched and puckered, both of them becoming hard and peaked to stiff
little points. Her hips undulated toward him, her pussy becoming moist with her
own juices. He swiftly pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him, his lips never
leaving hers.
    In this position she could clearly feel his very stiff
erection in his jeans. She rubbed herself up and down, trying to get some kind
of friction. Her clit throbbed for attention. Pulling away from his mouth, she
helped him removed her top. She hadn’t realized that he had undone her bra at
some point, and it too fell down her arms and landed on the porch deck with her
top.
    “Oh baby, you are so beautiful,” he growled out.
    The cool night air rippled over her heated skin, causing
small goose pimples to appear. Both of his tanned hands cupped her breasts,
gently fondling them, his fingers lightly stroking her nipples. His head lowered,
and then she felt the warm air of his breath blow over her breasts. She moaned
and arched her back, pushing them further toward him. He let out a low growl
that vibrated straight through to her clit. She moved her hips again, pressing
her still clad core on top of his stiff shaft. When she managed to hit the
right place, she couldn’t hold in the groan, it felt too good.
    “Baby, we need to get...bottoms...” he growled. Suddenly, the
scrubs that she was still wearing had slits in them on each side. Wondering how
the hell he had done that, she looked down and saw sharp, claw-like talons
where the tips of his fingers had been.
    “That’s kinda hot!” she said with surprise. The rest of the
now tattered cloth was ripped from her body in one fell swoop. Her torn, lace panties
fluttered to the ground