Possessed By The Wolf (Werewolf's Harem Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

Who else would start literally going into heat while all that was going on?
    No one, that’s who, she growled to herself. You have the worst luck, girl. Why even pretend that you’re not about to make your hero extremely uncomfortable?
    “Ella?” he prompted, his hand reaching out to touch her knee. She jumped, brushing away the burning brand of his touch.
    “I’m fine!” she squawked. She tried to move further away from him, but the bench seat wasn’t very long. Her retreat only put her a whopping five inches from Walker’s warm skin and intoxicating scent.
    “Oh…” he started, then trailed off. Concern lit his features, his brow drawing down over his gorgeous chocolate-colored eyes.
    “I should have realized that you probably don’t want to be touched. Did they… hurt you?” he asked.  
    “What?” Ella asked. “Oh. No, it’s really not like that.”
    “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Walker said. He was doing such a poor job of masking the anger in his expression, where before at the warehouse he’d been a blank slate. Ella found the contrast curious.
    “Honestly, it’s nothing like that. I’m just, uh. Uncomfortable, you know?” she said, wrinkling her nose.
    “Like airsick? Do you need a bag or something?” he asked, puzzled. He leaned closer, looking her over from head to toe.
    “No! No. I’m fine,” she said, waving a hand. She sighed inwardly, willing herself to resist him. Her wolf paced like a caged animal, unsettled. Her wolf scented Walker’s wolf, and she wanted more. Touch, taste, fuck…
    Ella groaned aloud, feeling her need increase with each passing moment. Desire filled every inch of her body, pressing outward from her very skin until she thought she might explode.
    “Ella,” he said, reaching out and snagging her hand in his own. The simple touch gave her goosebumps, and a cold lick of pleasure stole down her spine. His touch broke her will completely.
    Mindless, Ella launched herself at her savior. She landed halfway in his lap, hands pulling his face down to her own. She stared into his eyes for several beats before leaning in closer.
    At first Walker froze, every muscle in his body tightening in alarm. Ella released a soft breath, brushing her lips against his. His hands settled on her back, uncertain. She pressed her lips fully to his, seeking more.
    Just when she thought he might refuse her, he sucked in a breath and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. If she had any doubts about his interest, they were dismissed when she settled fully onto his lap. He was fully erect, and his long, thick member pressed against her outer thigh. His excitement increased her own, and she slid her arms around his neck.
    He was hard all over, pure muscle against her soft curves. His skin was hot to the touch, and his dusky male scent pervaded her senses. She skimmed her fingernails up the nape of his neck, deliberately provoking him.
    Walker’s alpha male came out immediately, and he gripped her waist as he deepened the kiss. Ella opened to him, her lips parting eagerly. His tongue touched hers lightly, stroking and tasting. Ella turned, reseating herself so that she straddled him on the padded bench. Walker pulled her flush to his body, groaning as he ground her against his hard length. She was completely bare other than the t-shirt she wore, and the intimate contact floored her.
    Her breasts pressed against his tautly muscled chest, and Ella knew she needed to feel her skin against his. She leaned back, pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it to the side.
    Walker stilled for a moment. His eyes dropped first to her breasts, her hips, then traveled back up to her face. Conflict was written plain across his features.
    “Ella,” he said, his eyes flitting to the flimsy divider that separated them from the cockpit.
    “Are you modest now?” Ella breathed, grabbing one of his hands and dragging it up to cover her breast.
    His eyes closed briefly, and his