01 Taming the Wolf - Anna Avery Read Online Free

My wolf quivered like an excited puppy. Gritting my teeth and anger rising to overcome my desire, I turned and pushed Sawyer backwards. Anger was my only defense against my wolf’s carnal appetite—she loved a good fight almost more than a good romp in the sheets. Sawyer was hip to my game though, he pushed forward, his hand wrapping around my waist and clasping my behind. My wolf was close to taking control of the situation which would end with me wrapped around Sawyer’s dick and a big helping of regret in the morning.
    The pack heard the commotion from our sick little dance and filed onto the deck. The air grew thick with desire, hunger, and excitement as they watched Sawyer and I play our game.
    “Teach that pup who’s boss,” someone called and was rewarded with deep guttural laughs.
    “I got my money on the bitch,” another said. This wasn’t the first time a male sniffed in my direction and it wouldn’t be the last. My wolf may be stronger than me, but I learned how to distract her—with a fight.
    Catcalls and laughter surrounded us while I waited for Sawyer’s next move. There was a lot riding on the outcome of our game. If he failed in mating with me, his manhood would be ridiculed, at least for a while. Two other men dealt with the taunts after failing to bed me and so would Sawyer.
    A smile curled my lips while a rush of excitement raced through my veins. Sawyer stepped forward, fisted a hand in my hair, and tilted my head back. To the pack it looked like he had overpowered me. I could smell their desire in the air. They were ready to see two hot bodies, flesh to flesh, moaning and growling in desire as Sawyer claimed my body. His fingers slipped behind the waist of jeans, ready to rip them away and show me who was boss. Victory revealed itself in his green eyes. Just like a man to celebrate early.
    Bringing my knee up quick and swift, I landed a hard blow between his legs. Sawyer’s hand dropped from my hair as he cradled his genitals. Men think they’re tough, but can be brought to their knees in an instant if their dicks take a blow—no pun intended. My wolf quivered for a fight now, and I was happy to oblige. While he was distracted, I grabbed him by the shoulders, pulled him to his feet, and threw him over the balcony. Cheers echoed in the back of my mind. I was too focused on handing Sawyer his ass to focus on my pack’s reaction. If I took it a step too far, Adam would step in and stop me—it wouldn’t be the first time.
    Sawyer snarled, jumped to his feet, and rushed me. I was quick though, I stepped to the side, positioned myself behind him, and when he turned around, my fist connected with his face. Blood poured from his flared nostrils and a dangerous smile curled his lips into a sneer.
    “I can put that fire to better use,” Sawyer teased, his eyes flicking to my low cut tank top.
    “Doubt it,” I remarked bored.
    Sawyer’s chest rose and fell as he took a heavy breath, his eyes locked with mine and his frustration slowly faded away. I could tell he was giving up, and I thanked the heavens for that. I may not back down from a fight, but I didn’t enjoy it. Okay, sometimes I did, but I only resorted to fighting when a male came sniffing in my direction and thought he could claim me sexually like I was a piece of property. That shit didn’t fly with me, as my pack mates were quickly learning. I wouldn’t be a willing female like the others.
    “So, this was a fun first date,” Sawyer said more to the pack than to me, and they rewarded him with teasing and laughter. I couldn’t help myself, I laughed right along with them. My new life was bizarre, but I was learning to deal with it and so far not one male had been victorious in getting into my pants.
    Sawyer wiped at the blood coming from his nose and held out his hand to me. With a smile, I took his hand in mine and shook it. To the unknowing spectator it looked like Sawyer tried to rape me, but he hadn’t. He quit long before