Pack Princess (Paranormal Shapeshifer BBW Romance): (Devil Riders MC) Read Online Free Page A

was that mouth. Dear Lord of orgasms, she hoped that mouth was as good at other things as it was at growling. This man turned her on without doing more than gazing at her from a mere seven feet away.
    It was now or never. If Gigi found her, Evva would be in deep shit. She’d lose her one chance with Razor, return to her home to marry Chip, and forget all about independence. She’d probably never see Razor again. Already the daughter of a powerful alpha, once the packs united she’d be slapped with some guards and never be left alone again. It sucked big time, but it was what was coming for her. So she did what she knew best. She poked the wolf with a stick, and hoped he’d come back growling.
    She propped her hand on one hip and grinned, staring pointedly at his crotch. “So what’s a girl got to do around here to get you naked?”
    He crossed the distance between them, long legs not needing more than a few steps until he was toe to toe with her. The heat of his skin beat at her, helped by so much of his chest exposed under the sleeveless vest he wore. Crawled over her skin like a siren’s caress, and made her want to get closer. So close she didn’t know where he ended and she began.
    His gaze held hers, the silver direct and piercing, as though he could see down into her soul. Could see all her deepest, darkest secrets…the thoughts and feelings she dare not admit to. His eyes darkened, heat flaring in the silver, the expression on his face nearly bringing her to her knees with need.
    Reaching out a hand, he snagged her around the waist. “Princess, you only have to ask.” His fingers spread out over the back of her hips and drew her to him, fit her snuggly up against him.
    Her lips parted on a gasp as she felt his cock, thick and long, pressing against her belly. Her hands smoothed up his chest, dipping under the leather of his vest to reach his shoulders. He rolled them to help her, the leather vest falling from shoulders the size of a small barn to catch on his biceps.
    It took her all of a nanosecond to realize she was in charge. Her gaze darted from his chest up to his eyes. Drawing on her instinct to seduce, she leaned forward. In a soft whisper of a kiss, she fluttered her lips over his chest, his muscles contracting at the light touch.
    “I was right.” She couldn't help the need to taste him.
    “Right?”
    She grinned inwardly at the roughness in his voice. “I can lick you from head to toe and not grow bored.” She licked his nipple.
    He jerked, a curse dropping from his lips that fell away into a growl of pleasure. The leather slithered down his arms, dropping to the floor unheeded. She smiled and did it again, adding a nip for good measure. That got his hand driving into the hair at the back of her neck, and he yanked her head back. The blue was back in his eyes, and she smothered a whimper at the evidence he was near the edge of his control.
    “No.” His growl was deeper, not totally human. “We do this my way.”
    Her heartbeat tripped in her chest. She'd never been so turned on by a man taking charge. She didn't just like it, which was unusual, she was ready to get on her knees and do his bidding. “As long as you don't stop.”
    He slid his free hand down over her ass, gripping the plump curve then lifting his hand. She jumped as it came back down again, in a sharp, light smack.
    “Princess, I don’t plan on stopping until you’re too hoarse to scream my name anymore.”
    He kissed her finally, his lips crashing down over hers. It wasn’t a kiss from the romance novels she loved to read, or even the erotic novels she only read late at night in her room. It wasn’t polished and sexy, designed to appeal to her heart. It was raw and primal, intended to seduce all her feminine instincts. She gasped, the sound cut off as he used the opportunity to slide his tongue past her lips.
    The slow sizzle he'd started inside her down at the bar with those possessive looks had developed into