Alpha Curves (Paranormal BBW Shifter Romance): Wolf Clan Book 3 Read Online Free
Author: Christa Wick
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Chapter Four
Sliding open the van's side door, Cade braced against the look on Iris's face. He expected anger, a blazing white fury instead of the trembling fear that turned her purple gaze almost black. Slamming the door shut without removing her, he turned on his heels and barked an order at Mathis.
"Bring her inside!" Reaching in his pocket for his house key, he slowed his steps and lowered his voice to a register he hoped Iris could only feel and not hear through the van's steel frame. "Respectfully or I'll rip your guts out."
Opening the door, Cade stepped into the house's dark interior. His hand hovered over the light switch. He didn't want the light on, didn't want to look in her eyes and see that she was afraid of him.
She had no reason to be.
He blinked, his chest tightening as he remembered holding her down in the van, his claws shredding the front panel of her pants as he fought his wolf to keep from slicing deeper. She had to realize he had contained himself -- strangled the need triggered by the ball burning, cock gripping, full on rutting odor of a she-wolf who was not only a female alpha but his mate, a woman he had loved as long as he could remember.
With the house remaining unlit, he watched Mathis guide Iris out of the van. Her lips quivered as she said something, her face turning toward the driver so that she spoke straight into his ear.
Cade heard only one word, the only one he needed to hear.
Hank.
"Dead," Cade barked, his voice as cold and buried as his father. "A few months after you skipped out."
He watched as her face hardened. He flipped the lights on, pushed the door open a little more and moved deeper into the living room. As soon as Iris entered, Cade held up his hand to stop Mathis. "Go to the latents' dorm and round up some clothes and supplies."
Iris turned toward the door, her hands and lips moving as if searching for a way to make Mathis stay. Reaching past the she-wolf, Cade slammed the door shut. His hands found her shoulders, his fingers itching with the need to remove the necklace again.
She stiffened beneath his touch.
"Time to talk." The order rumbled through him with mixed motives. He wanted to talk her right into his bedroom, to remove the clothes that held the scent of other men, to bury himself between her soft thighs as he nuzzled her pale neck, to part her lower lips and lick her into submission.
Tightening his grip, he turned and directed her toward the couch. "Sit."
She obeyed, but instantly seized one of the oversized couch pillows and protectively drew it to her body. The fleeting anger that lit her gaze a few seconds before reverted to fear. Scowling, Cade yanked the pillow from her and nodded down his hall.
"Perhaps you should shower first," he suggested dryly. "You're getting bits of Detective Harper all over my furniture."
Violet fire erupted in her eyes and her face turned to stone once more.
He nodded, satisfied. An angry mate he could handle. A fearful one clawed at his gut with a burn worse than any fire, bullet or silver could conjure. He watched Iris rise silently from the couch, his posture stern but all of his senses targeted on her until she slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it.
Alone, he sank onto the couch and pulled the pillow to his nose. There were no actual bits of the dead man on the pillow or furniture. The fabric, however, had soaked up Iris's scent like a sponge dipped in perfume. The mingling of cloves and oranges with the deeper musk of her heat stirred his cock to full hardness.
Sighing, he lowered the pillow from his face, pushed it down his chest and stomach to rest firmly against his cock. The sigh turned to a growl, the sound vibrating so low he knew it would penetrate the walls and the fall of water over her soft body.
Another low, rumbling, quiver of noise moved through him to pass over his shaft like a lover's fingers. Eyes closed, he imagined Iris in his shower. Even as a child and teen, she had
Chapter Four
Sliding open the van's side door, Cade braced against the look on Iris's face. He expected anger, a blazing white fury instead of the trembling fear that turned her purple gaze almost black. Slamming the door shut without removing her, he turned on his heels and barked an order at Mathis.
"Bring her inside!" Reaching in his pocket for his house key, he slowed his steps and lowered his voice to a register he hoped Iris could only feel and not hear through the van's steel frame. "Respectfully or I'll rip your guts out."
Opening the door, Cade stepped into the house's dark interior. His hand hovered over the light switch. He didn't want the light on, didn't want to look in her eyes and see that she was afraid of him.
She had no reason to be.
He blinked, his chest tightening as he remembered holding her down in the van, his claws shredding the front panel of her pants as he fought his wolf to keep from slicing deeper. She had to realize he had contained himself -- strangled the need triggered by the ball burning, cock gripping, full on rutting odor of a she-wolf who was not only a female alpha but his mate, a woman he had loved as long as he could remember.
With the house remaining unlit, he watched Mathis guide Iris out of the van. Her lips quivered as she said something, her face turning toward the driver so that she spoke straight into his ear.
Cade heard only one word, the only one he needed to hear.
Hank.
"Dead," Cade barked, his voice as cold and buried as his father. "A few months after you skipped out."
He watched as her face hardened. He flipped the lights on, pushed the door open a little more and moved deeper into the living room. As soon as Iris entered, Cade held up his hand to stop Mathis. "Go to the latents' dorm and round up some clothes and supplies."
Iris turned toward the door, her hands and lips moving as if searching for a way to make Mathis stay. Reaching past the she-wolf, Cade slammed the door shut. His hands found her shoulders, his fingers itching with the need to remove the necklace again.
She stiffened beneath his touch.
"Time to talk." The order rumbled through him with mixed motives. He wanted to talk her right into his bedroom, to remove the clothes that held the scent of other men, to bury himself between her soft thighs as he nuzzled her pale neck, to part her lower lips and lick her into submission.
Tightening his grip, he turned and directed her toward the couch. "Sit."
She obeyed, but instantly seized one of the oversized couch pillows and protectively drew it to her body. The fleeting anger that lit her gaze a few seconds before reverted to fear. Scowling, Cade yanked the pillow from her and nodded down his hall.
"Perhaps you should shower first," he suggested dryly. "You're getting bits of Detective Harper all over my furniture."
Violet fire erupted in her eyes and her face turned to stone once more.
He nodded, satisfied. An angry mate he could handle. A fearful one clawed at his gut with a burn worse than any fire, bullet or silver could conjure. He watched Iris rise silently from the couch, his posture stern but all of his senses targeted on her until she slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it.
Alone, he sank onto the couch and pulled the pillow to his nose. There were no actual bits of the dead man on the pillow or furniture. The fabric, however, had soaked up Iris's scent like a sponge dipped in perfume. The mingling of cloves and oranges with the deeper musk of her heat stirred his cock to full hardness.
Sighing, he lowered the pillow from his face, pushed it down his chest and stomach to rest firmly against his cock. The sigh turned to a growl, the sound vibrating so low he knew it would penetrate the walls and the fall of water over her soft body.
Another low, rumbling, quiver of noise moved through him to pass over his shaft like a lover's fingers. Eyes closed, he imagined Iris in his shower. Even as a child and teen, she had
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