Dual Embrace: 3 (Shadowpeak Wolves) Read Online Free

Jeez, had she finally reached rock bottom? Drunk in what appeared to be a motel room, with a crazy man who looked like every woman’s dream. Oh, and he was probably a figment of her imagination… Yep, sounded as though she was scraping the bottom of the barrel.
    Lifting her easily, he carried her back into the bedroom, laying her on the bed. She tried to move away, not wanting him close. Her breath had to be funky and she probably looked worse than those sluts in the bar.
    “You’re certainly introducing me to a number of firsts, hellcat. You are the first unconscious woman I’ve ever carried to my bedroom. You’re also the first person I’ve ever held as they threw up.” He had a puzzled, almost fascinated look on his face. She had no idea what was so interesting about watching someone puke, but shrugged it off.
    “You’re insane, right? Crazy, whacko,” she mumbled. She knew she was rambling, but a combination of exhaustion, an empty stomach and the pills she’d just ingested were making her a little crazy.
    “That so?”
    Her eyes drifted closed. Popping them back open, she saw him still standing there, staring down at her.
    “I’m not a freak show, you know,” she mumbled.
    He laughed as her lids dropped. “Well, you are a werewolf. Some would argue that makes you a freak by definition.”
    “You got something against werewolves? Are you a member of HAW?” She tried to sound angry, attempting to sit so she could confront him. But her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. Members of Humans Against Werewolves were the scum of the earth, men and women who believed that there was room only for purebred humans on earth. No werewolves need apply.
    “No, hellcat. I have nothing against freaks. I’m not a hypocrite.”
    She couldn’t stay awake long enough to ask him what the hell he was talking about. Or how he knew she was a werewolf.
    Or even what his real name was.
    * * * * *
     
    Caught in that dreamy place between deep sleep and consciousness, Dusty snuggled into the person lying next to her, shivering a little at the unexpected coolness.
    Rubbing against the undeniably male body, she let out a breath that was half sigh, half whimper. The urge to taste him, to touch him, was overwhelming. She had no strength to fight it. Her pulse raced, the walls of her sheath clenching.
    Desire rode her hard, swirling through her blood, stealing her mind. She was hungry and the feel of him next to her called to her.
    A rich, deep, smoky scent filled her senses, moving with lazy intent through her body. Drugged by his scent, she couldn’t hold herself back.
    Mesmerized, Dusty kissed across his shoulders. She moved down his back, smoothing her way with her mouth, nipping creamy skin. Reaching his buttocks, she cupped them, licking the line where his cheeks met. He stiffened then groaned before rolling over and grabbing her hands, tugging them back.
    “I really don’t want to stop you, but I feel I have to.”
    Dusty shook her head, tugging at her hands. She wanted to touch him, why wouldn’t he let her touch him?
    “How odd. I’m doing something that doesn’t benefit me. I wonder if this is what having a conscience feels like?”
    Dusty slammed into consciousness, the fog of need surrounding her thinning.
    What the hell am I doing?
    She rolled away, pulling free.
    “Fuck!”
    Sitting, she scrambled up the bed until her back hit the headboard. Dusty bent her good leg, clasping it against her chest in a defensive position.
    “What are you doing in my bed?”
    “Actually, you are in my bed.”
    “I was sick.” She took a deep breath, trying to calm her heartbeat, to fight against the desire still raging through her body. “You could have slept on the couch.”
    He shrugged, his wicked grin lighting her insides. “The couch is uncomfortable, and I like to be comfortable.”
    How did he manage to make the word comfortable sound so, well, erotic?
    “Besides, this is my bed and you’re in it. How could I stay