Fire of the Wolf [The Gray Pack] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free

crier. Even when her parents died on September 11 th , she spent the next several months stoically focused on what steps she needed to take to clean up what she could of the lives they left behind. She spent weeks arguing with bill collectors about whether or not her parents were actually dead, because she didn’t have their bodies to prove it. They had worked on the ninety-fifth floor of the North Tower in the World Trade Center for an insurance company. Every day they shared a cab to work, and had spent their lunch hour together for more than twenty years. The first hijacked plane crashed into their floor, and Caroline knew almost immediately that they were dead, even before the towers actually fell. She just felt their loss deep down to her core, like they took the light out of her soul with them. Almost eleven years later, Caroline still didn’t have any bodies to prove their deaths, and she would never have them, but she did have bills as proof that they once existed.
    She mentally shook herself when she realized that her silence was causing more tension then her tears had, and when she lifted her head to see the man that was holding her close, her eyes met Devin’s intense light-green orbs, and lust filled her belly again. A surge of electricity seemed to shoot from his hand on her scalp all the way through to her clit. It hummed with interest, and she took a quick breath in, biting her lip to keep from moaning. She felt his arms tighten just slightly as his muscular body clenched. His fingers moved to the back of her neck, softly massaging the tension there. It was like he knew what her thoughts were!
    What was she doing? She had just been through hell and back, and all she could think about was the way this man’s muscular chest and rock-hard abs felt against her breasts in this flimsy hospital gown. He smelled divine, like cedar and coffee, and she wanted to lick his dimple just see if he tasted as good as he smelled. She blushed at her own lewd fantasies, and pulled herself away from his grip. Instantly she felt a sense of loss when they broke contact. Surely that wasn’t possible, that she could crave a stranger’s touch? She had obviously just gone too long without a man, she thought, and forced herself to keep the distance between them.
     
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    Devin could feel her pull back, and he wondered what caused her resistance. He could smell the desire on her, and he had thought that she wanted to kiss him just a moment ago. He had held himself back, hoping she would make the first move. He didn’t want to rush her, but damn, he wanted her so much. He could afford to be generous with her for the moment because of the trauma she had just been through, but his wolf struggled inside of him at the nearness of its mate. Soon, he assured himself, she would allow fate to take over, and they would join.
    His eyes met Damon’s as he let her retreat a few more inches from him.
    How do we tell her?
    We don’t. Not now. We need to give her some time to trust us, otherwise we will scare her. I’m not backing off, Damon, just giving her some space to accept it.
    I’m not going to let her go, damn it. I know she’s my mate, and my wolf needs her. This will work out. It just has to.
    “Umm, thank you, for rescuing me. I…uh…I think I need to rest, but I appreciate you guys comforting me. I’m not usually so emotional. Do you do this for all of the ladies you pull from burning buildings?” Caroline scooted farther away from the wall of Devin’s chest, and he moved off of the bed to let her lay back against the pillows again. She quickly pulled the covers up over her breasts, but not before Devin noticed her hardened nipples and rapid breathing. His cock pressed hard against his zipper, and he wanted desperately to whip the blanket off of her and show her how good they could make her feel.
    Damon chuckled as he watched her settling herself again, and grabbed her hand to bring it to his lips. “Nope. Only you,