Submission to the Wolf (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Alpha Male Erotic Romance) Read Online Free Page A

hadn’t even experienced the most powerful, the most painful, and invariably pleasurable part of being with Wisdom.
     
    I hadn’t even really given myself to him, I decided, if I hadn’t been knotted—if he hadn’t done to me exactly what beasts like him do for real in the wild.
     
    And his face—that cherub’s face, painted with a five o’clock shadow that made him seem older than he really looked upon closer inspection, made him seem all the more fierce, all the more dangerous, all the more bestial, no matter what he could say.
     
    It was his eyes, though, that caught my attention the most, that spoke the most of his dual nature. In one eye, I could see the cold blue reason of humanity, relaxed and rational, while the other, fiery, angry, passionate—there was the Animal that lived in him still. There was the beast that inhabited my lover’s body and just by looking at his eyes, just by drowning in his eyes, I could understand that conflict. I could live in it. And there was a life to be lived there, certainly.
     
    “You’ll probably want to get dressed and go home,” Wisdom finally said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You shouldn’t stay here. I’m dangerous.”
     
    “I’ll be back in the morning,” I said, beginning to gather the clothes I had lost in the process. He stood away from me, having turned his back and locked his eyes on the moon glaring down at us through the trees, a few stray moon beams catching his features and making them glow with an otherworldly light.
     
    “No. Don’t.”
     
    “I can bring you some food.”
     
    “Kelly, don’t do that.”
     
    “What do you like? Bagels? Peanut butter? No, you’re a werewolf… Probably meat? I could pick up a hamburger…”
     
    “Don’t do that!” he roared, spinning angrily and advancing on me. I was still naked and instinctively, I dropped my clothes, hoping deep down that he was going to force me up against a tree and make love to me once more…
     
    “I’m dangerous, damn it. Don’t you see that? I all but tore you apart this time. What’ll happen the next time?”
     
    “But…”
     
    “But nothing. Forget this ever happened. I…”
     
    He took a deep breath. Was he holding back tears? I wanted to take him in my arms, my poor wolf boy…
     
    “I’m sorry. I’m sorry this had to happen to you.”
     
    I went to him as he turned from me, pushing my breasts against his back as he drew slow, heaving breaths.
     
    “No, no, no…” I whispered. “Wisdom, there’s nothing to be sorry about.”
     
    “There’s everything to be sorry about.”
     
    “Wisdom…”
     
    “Kelly… I…”
     
    “No, you don’t understand! I loved it—this was incredible. I couldn’t have imagined my first time being any better… This was magical.”
     
    “Oh, god… And it was your first time too… I’m a monster.”
     
    I leaned my head against his back, feeling its warmth and its sweat and smelling the scent of his manliness and his animal-ness, the fierce, musky, masculine scent that drove me wild and made me want to jump on him once more.
     
    “No, it was amazing…” I whispered, kissing his back. But he didn’t reply. I felt him grow cold, go stony hard underneath my touch.
     
    “I’m a monster, Kelly,” he said finally. “And I’m dangerous. This was the worst full moon I’ve ever had—they keep getting worse and worse, more violent and demented the older I get.”
     
    “Well, I can’t say I’m unhappy about that,” I whispered, reaching around to grasp his cock. I was amazed to find it already erect again.
     
    “You know, I want to just throw you on the ground and tear you to shreds…” he whispered, glancing back at me. “I want to make you cry and leave you a bloody mess. It’s taking all my will power not to fuck you half-to-death right now.”
     
    “You have my permission,” I whispered, trying to be sultry as I kissed his neck. “I liked what we did so