Pursued by a Werewolf (Mystic Isle, Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

looked up just in time to see Hunter slap Maxim on the shoulder. “And I'm signed up for three more.”
    God’s gift to women. That was her exact thought twenty-one months ago when she’d turned to see him approaching on the volleyball court. He’d moved through the sand like every movement in his life was effortless. Six plus feet of beautiful werewolf male. Not pretty, but gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous that came by once in a lifetime…if you were lucky.
    His incredible sometimes-green, sometimes-brown eyes locked on her stealing her breath. They were cunning, watchful and kind. But mostly, they undressed her layer by layer until she felt absolutely and completely naked before him.
    The handsome wolf smiled at each of them and then settled into the chair across from Avery's. He stretched out his long legs, crossed them at the ankles and rested his hands on his smooth as a pancake stomach. He looked freshly showered and shaved. The casual polo shirt and khaki shorts emphasized all the right parts of him.
    Ceara smiled over at Hunter. Oh here it comes. “I didn't know you were coming to Mystic Isle.”
    Avery glanced at Hunter and found him watching her. He’d always made her feel like a bombshell; the bombshell she always tried to make everyone believe she was.
    Today was no different.
    “Last minute decision,” he said smoothly. The heavy Ls in his accent made her toes curl.
    But Avery didn't believe his answer. No way. No how. She'd been listed as one of the instructors for yoga week on the website for almost a year. Ever since the poker tournament last autumn. While Hunter wasn't a stalker, he wasn't stupid. If he knew she'd be here, there was a high likelihood that he'd planned his trip to coincide with hers.
    Why, she didn't know. She'd made it clear that they couldn't be together. They'd had their few days of fun and they should leave it at that. But Hunter was a werewolf, and werewolves were tenacious.
    But he certainly wasn’t his usual chatty self. Had he finally given up on a relationship? Had she ruined their friendship because she wouldn’t let it develop into something more?
    “I didn't know you were into yoga,” Ceara commented.
    “That's what I said,” Avery added. Though it wouldn't surprise her in the least. Yoga gave you long, lean muscle and a tight core. The kind of long, lean muscles that Hunter showed off to perfection. She could personally vouch for his inner strength and the sheer power of his core. He'd managed sexual positions the Kama Sutra didn't even mention.
    The memories caused Avery to salivate.
    “You guys wouldn't bat an eyelash if I was a woman,” Hunter said.
    “You're not a woman,” Ceara and Maxim said in unison.
    Avery could vouch for that too. He was all man.
    “My point is, you're being sexist. I like yoga.” Though he kept a straight face, and stared right at her, she felt like there was something she was missing. An inside joke perhaps.
    Avery was pretty sure he hadn't liked yoga before he'd met her. What was his end game? If he wasn’t interested in her anymore, why was he taking her class?
    “There are better ways to get a woman's attention,” Maxim murmured.
    His words seemed to shock everyone. Avery knew her eyebrows were sky high. Ceara's mouth had dropped open. Hunter's lips were set in a thin line as he cut his brother a hard stare. Then he took a deep breath.
    “Avery doesn't want my attention. She's made that perfectly clear.” He leveled his gaze on her again. Those intense green-with-flecks-of-brown eyes gave nothing away. Not a trace of hurt or humor. The flickering lamp lights added a hint of mystery to his placid expression.
    This wasn’t the first time the brothers had disagreed in her presence. One thing they didn’t agree on was Hunter’s continued interest in Avery, though his words belied that interest now. Was he for real? Or was he simply trying to placate his brother?
    Where Maxim was the Alpha, straight-forward and uber intense,