The Werewolf’s Bride: The Pack Rules #1 Read Online Free

“The ritual belongs to Bleed City. Werewolves don’t stand on ceremony, but we respect those who do. So, yes, you will go, but it means nothing. You’ve already been chosen by the alpha. No one else can have you.”
    “Will they know?” I asked. “The other werewolves, I mean.”
    “I am the first to pick my mate, so it doesn’t matter.” His expression turned thoughtful. “All the same, I don’t want other males to so much as point their snouts in your direction. It’s best that I scent you.”
    “Scent me?”Uneasiness burrowed under my skin and soaked my bones in dread. Somehow I knew he didn’t have a bottle of Eau de Alpha with which to spritz me. He was talking about something that required physical contact between us. Was scenting his way of saying we were going to have sexual relations?
    Oh, sweet mercy.
    “Scenting is one of several ways we claim our mates. The other werewolves will know instantly that you belong to me—and that I belong to you.”
    “Oh.”
    “Push up your nightgown and then remove your panties.”
    I stared at him, both enthralled and terrified about following his command. He offered no other explanation—and no soothing words to calm my virginal fears. He remained silent and patient, waiting for me to comply.
    My stomach felt like I’d swallowed a net full of butterflies.
    I grasped the edge of the nightie and, with trembling hands, drew it up my thighs. As he intently followed the material’s progress, his eyes darkened to a stormy gray-green.
    My simple cotton panties were soon revealed.
    I tucked the nightgown around my breasts and then I looped my fingers under the sides of my underwear. Grey’s gaze riveted to the apex of my thighs. I tugged downward and then hesitated as the material bunched at my hips.
    “No man—or werewolf for that matter—has ever seen my…” Embarrassment knotted my throat.
    “Your womanhood,” he said in a low voice etched with a growl.
    “R-right. I don’t—” I searched for words to describe what I was trying to say and settled on, “Do stuff. Down there. With razors. Or…um, whatever.”
    “You’re natural. That’s good, Arabelle. I don’t want you to prepare yourself as other women do. You are exactly how you should be…exactly how I want you.” He wet his lips, his gaze dropping to where my fingers were hooked. “Take them off. Now .”
    My heart stuttered and then began racing in a wild rhythm. With thump-thump-thump echoing in my ears, I lifted my rear end so that I could wiggle off the only boundary between my mound and the alpha’s hot, possessive gaze. I slid the panties off my legs, untangled one side that caught on my foot, and then placed the underwear on the nightstand.
    Lying there with half my body completely naked made me so uncomfortable that I wanted to dive under the covers. However, with Grey’s hungry gaze on me, I didn’t dare. In fact, I didn’t even want to twitch lest the slightest movement caused him to pounce on me.
    “Lie completely on your back,” he commanded softly. “And spread your legs.”
    I wasn’t completely unaware of went on between a man and woman in the bedroom. Being in nursing school had opened my eyes to many physical aspects of sexual encounters—at least from a classroom perspective. All the same, knowledge was not the same as experience. Nor could information negate my abashment at the whole concept of being naked with a man and letting him… oh, lord .
    Still, I wouldn’t disobey.
    I scooted down until I was flat against the quilt and stretched out my legs, giving Grey a bird’s eye view of what no man had ever seen.
    “Will it hurt?” I asked.
    “No.” Grey moved across the bed and knelt between my legs. He appeared like a supplicant getting ready to worship his goddess, but I knew such a fanciful image was far from the reality. He was a werewolf.
    And werewolves ravaged.
    He scooted backwards until his boot soles clacked against the foot board. Then he sank