Forever With The Wolf: An Erotic Shapeshifter Romance (Werewolf's Harem Series Book 5) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Vivian Wood
beginning to blossom now. Still, she shivered as she pulled her luggage from the back seat, trying not to drag her feet as she climbed the front steps.
She found the front door unlocked and swung it wide, cringing a little at the loud squeak it emitted. The door banged open as she stepped into the kitchen, and she couldn’t help but smile. The kitchen was a relic, a perfect snapshot of ranch life in the 1950’s. The room was done in a pretty, light yellow, with neat white cabinets and an ivory stove and refrigerator that were as antique as the house itself. A big white table took up most of the room, surrounded by a dozen chairs. It had been the site of many late-night, coffee-fueled meetings when the team had stayed here last.
Closing the door, Kiley looked around. The house was silent, almost alarmingly so. If she’d expected Garrett to charge out from the living room or hallway, she was to be disappointed. Of course, he wouldn’t be here. He’d be out back, enjoying the house’s only modern addition.
Kiley left her bags on the table, heading through the big living room and down the back hall. She stopped short at the back door, peering out the glass window. For a moment, she thought she’d guessed wrong, that the back yard was empty. A cluster of lounge chairs sat empty near the pool, and the water’s clear blue surface was unbroken. She waited for several seconds, holding her breath, before he surfaced.
Garrett burst from the water, grabbing the side and pushing himself up to get out of the pool. Kiley found that she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but admire his sleek form. He climbed out in a graceful motion, six and a quarter feet of rippling muscle. He wore nothing but a pair of simple white boxers that clung to his body, showcasing his muscular thighs and perfectly shaped ass. His back and shoulders were a work of art, honed by moonlight runs in his wolf form and hours at the weight rack.
He shook the water from his body, a distinctly canine movement, and Kiley caught herself drooling a little bit. He turned and walked to the lounge chairs, giving her ample time to scope out the rest of him. Close cropped blond hair, just the color of his tawny wolf. High, proud cheekbones, a finely-carved jaw, and a strong, stubborn nose. Brilliantly blue eyes rimmed in dark lashes, coupled with dark, expressive eyebrows. Arms, chest, and incredible abs, all like something from Kiley’s most illicit fantasies.
Damn, but the male was delicious-looking. He scowled to himself, looking around the back yard as if he could sense her presence. He picked up a familiar-looking green glass bottle and uncorked it, taking a long pull, and another. Jameson whisky, it looked like.
Kiley frowned. She’d never known Garrett to drink much except to celebrate the end of a mission. Yet here he was, completely alone, drinking warm whisky in the middle of the day. He looked around again and Kiley drew back from the window, not ready to face him just yet. She’d come all this way just to see him, and she wanted the moment to be right.
She waited until she heard the splash of Garrett diving back into the water before she slipped off her shoes, opened the door, and tiptoed outside. She walked right to the edge of the pool, looking down at him as he swam the length of it. When he came back up he whirled, his glare quickly replaced by a look of shock. His eyes on her body made her shiver, made her feel like she wore much less than the short blue cotton dress she had on. She felt bare to him, just as she always did.
“What in the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped, surprise and anger warring on his face. From this brief distance, her keen senses picked up the sharp tang of the whisky, and his natural scent was erased by the pool’s salt water. Kiley was surprised at how much she longed to rediscover his scent, bury her face in his neck as he held her close.
“I’ve been looking for you, Garrett,” she
She found the front door unlocked and swung it wide, cringing a little at the loud squeak it emitted. The door banged open as she stepped into the kitchen, and she couldn’t help but smile. The kitchen was a relic, a perfect snapshot of ranch life in the 1950’s. The room was done in a pretty, light yellow, with neat white cabinets and an ivory stove and refrigerator that were as antique as the house itself. A big white table took up most of the room, surrounded by a dozen chairs. It had been the site of many late-night, coffee-fueled meetings when the team had stayed here last.
Closing the door, Kiley looked around. The house was silent, almost alarmingly so. If she’d expected Garrett to charge out from the living room or hallway, she was to be disappointed. Of course, he wouldn’t be here. He’d be out back, enjoying the house’s only modern addition.
Kiley left her bags on the table, heading through the big living room and down the back hall. She stopped short at the back door, peering out the glass window. For a moment, she thought she’d guessed wrong, that the back yard was empty. A cluster of lounge chairs sat empty near the pool, and the water’s clear blue surface was unbroken. She waited for several seconds, holding her breath, before he surfaced.
Garrett burst from the water, grabbing the side and pushing himself up to get out of the pool. Kiley found that she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but admire his sleek form. He climbed out in a graceful motion, six and a quarter feet of rippling muscle. He wore nothing but a pair of simple white boxers that clung to his body, showcasing his muscular thighs and perfectly shaped ass. His back and shoulders were a work of art, honed by moonlight runs in his wolf form and hours at the weight rack.
He shook the water from his body, a distinctly canine movement, and Kiley caught herself drooling a little bit. He turned and walked to the lounge chairs, giving her ample time to scope out the rest of him. Close cropped blond hair, just the color of his tawny wolf. High, proud cheekbones, a finely-carved jaw, and a strong, stubborn nose. Brilliantly blue eyes rimmed in dark lashes, coupled with dark, expressive eyebrows. Arms, chest, and incredible abs, all like something from Kiley’s most illicit fantasies.
Damn, but the male was delicious-looking. He scowled to himself, looking around the back yard as if he could sense her presence. He picked up a familiar-looking green glass bottle and uncorked it, taking a long pull, and another. Jameson whisky, it looked like.
Kiley frowned. She’d never known Garrett to drink much except to celebrate the end of a mission. Yet here he was, completely alone, drinking warm whisky in the middle of the day. He looked around again and Kiley drew back from the window, not ready to face him just yet. She’d come all this way just to see him, and she wanted the moment to be right.
She waited until she heard the splash of Garrett diving back into the water before she slipped off her shoes, opened the door, and tiptoed outside. She walked right to the edge of the pool, looking down at him as he swam the length of it. When he came back up he whirled, his glare quickly replaced by a look of shock. His eyes on her body made her shiver, made her feel like she wore much less than the short blue cotton dress she had on. She felt bare to him, just as she always did.
“What in the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped, surprise and anger warring on his face. From this brief distance, her keen senses picked up the sharp tang of the whisky, and his natural scent was erased by the pool’s salt water. Kiley was surprised at how much she longed to rediscover his scent, bury her face in his neck as he held her close.
“I’ve been looking for you, Garrett,” she
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