The Wolf Inside Me (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Celene Lowe
I could open my mouth to protest, his lips were on mine. The world slid sideways as he folded me into his arms and pressed me backward, my back scratching against the hard granite of the boulder. His lips were soft, but his kiss was not. The hard, insistent pressure overwhelmed my hesitation and I yielded to him with a sigh. Holding my hair in his fist, he pinned me against him. Sandwiched between the boulder and the hard granite of his chest, I had nowhere to go.
"Do you know what you are?" He hadn't spoken, he couldn't have with his mouth on mine. But I heard him anyway.
I shook my head as he kissed me further. A small sound escaped my throat and Zev seized the opportunity to part my lips with a rough stab of his tongue. My mouth was suddenly filled with the taste of him. It was like honey in my mouth, his tongue swirling with mine. My head was swirling, my thoughts delirious with the heady taste of him.
"Your parents didn't tell you about what you could do?" It was a question in my head again. I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to tell him about my drifter bastard of a father that knocked up my mother and then left town. I didn't want to tell him about my drunken, self-hating mother who disappeared for weeks on end and came home with twigs in her hair. She was why I had never been in the forest. I had hated anything to do with it until right now.
"I understand."
He had heard me even thought I hadn't said a word. How could I when his hands had begun to move over my body?
He lifted me up and pressed me into the rock. The rough granite scratched my back deeply, but I didn’t care. All of my thought was focused on the feel of his warm, strong chest against my own.
He held me there suspended, my back against the boulder, my whole body supported in his strong arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and flung my arms up on his shoulders, clinging to him like a child climbing a tree.
With one hand, he sought under my shirt. I wiggled a little to let him lift it upward and moaned softly when he broke his lips away from mine to take one of my soft pink nipples into his mouth. My body broke out into goosebumps as he yanked up my shirt and exposed my heaving breasts to the chill air. His hot mouth found the peak of my nipple and I heard a low, animal sound emanate from my throat. I clawed at his chest again, snaking my hands down to cup his firm buttocks and pull him closer, the throbbing in my core beating the same rhythm as the blood in my ears.
With one expert flick of his tongue, he had me moaning again as little darts of pleasure shot through me. I felt a flooding downward pleasure as a sudden rush of desire coursed along every nerve. When he kissed me again, all that mattered was that his lips were hot against mine. Our tongues met and mingled, sparring wildly as he clutched handfuls of my hair. I welcomed the pain and snaked my hands under his shirt to claw at the rock hard muscles of his chest. He hissed as my fingernails dug into his skin and yanked my head back to sink his teeth into my neck.
I moaned again, my senses wild. I felt like I knew everything there was to know, all at once. Understanding that had eluded me all this time was suddenly at my fingertips.
And I suddenly understood that we were in danger.
Zev knew it as soon as I did. His head shot up from my neck and he growled.
I was growling too.
He sniffed the air. "We need to move." He said the words out loud, emphasizing the danger we were now in.
I was already running. The danger was behind us but coming on fast. I could smell it, and my mind's eye could see it. I smelled the blood in its mouth and saw the slavering jaws. I smelled the leaves and twigs that were stuck in its coat and the faint scent of decay and death that followed it. It was huge and powerful and very angry at us.
"Faster!" Zev shouted. He sprinted past me, grabbing my hand as he did so. When his hand closed over mine I felt a surge of power that had been lying
"Do you know what you are?" He hadn't spoken, he couldn't have with his mouth on mine. But I heard him anyway.
I shook my head as he kissed me further. A small sound escaped my throat and Zev seized the opportunity to part my lips with a rough stab of his tongue. My mouth was suddenly filled with the taste of him. It was like honey in my mouth, his tongue swirling with mine. My head was swirling, my thoughts delirious with the heady taste of him.
"Your parents didn't tell you about what you could do?" It was a question in my head again. I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to tell him about my drifter bastard of a father that knocked up my mother and then left town. I didn't want to tell him about my drunken, self-hating mother who disappeared for weeks on end and came home with twigs in her hair. She was why I had never been in the forest. I had hated anything to do with it until right now.
"I understand."
He had heard me even thought I hadn't said a word. How could I when his hands had begun to move over my body?
He lifted me up and pressed me into the rock. The rough granite scratched my back deeply, but I didn’t care. All of my thought was focused on the feel of his warm, strong chest against my own.
He held me there suspended, my back against the boulder, my whole body supported in his strong arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and flung my arms up on his shoulders, clinging to him like a child climbing a tree.
With one hand, he sought under my shirt. I wiggled a little to let him lift it upward and moaned softly when he broke his lips away from mine to take one of my soft pink nipples into his mouth. My body broke out into goosebumps as he yanked up my shirt and exposed my heaving breasts to the chill air. His hot mouth found the peak of my nipple and I heard a low, animal sound emanate from my throat. I clawed at his chest again, snaking my hands down to cup his firm buttocks and pull him closer, the throbbing in my core beating the same rhythm as the blood in my ears.
With one expert flick of his tongue, he had me moaning again as little darts of pleasure shot through me. I felt a flooding downward pleasure as a sudden rush of desire coursed along every nerve. When he kissed me again, all that mattered was that his lips were hot against mine. Our tongues met and mingled, sparring wildly as he clutched handfuls of my hair. I welcomed the pain and snaked my hands under his shirt to claw at the rock hard muscles of his chest. He hissed as my fingernails dug into his skin and yanked my head back to sink his teeth into my neck.
I moaned again, my senses wild. I felt like I knew everything there was to know, all at once. Understanding that had eluded me all this time was suddenly at my fingertips.
And I suddenly understood that we were in danger.
Zev knew it as soon as I did. His head shot up from my neck and he growled.
I was growling too.
He sniffed the air. "We need to move." He said the words out loud, emphasizing the danger we were now in.
I was already running. The danger was behind us but coming on fast. I could smell it, and my mind's eye could see it. I smelled the blood in its mouth and saw the slavering jaws. I smelled the leaves and twigs that were stuck in its coat and the faint scent of decay and death that followed it. It was huge and powerful and very angry at us.
"Faster!" Zev shouted. He sprinted past me, grabbing my hand as he did so. When his hand closed over mine I felt a surge of power that had been lying
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