Wolf Desire: 5 Delicious Alpha Wolf Shifter Tales Read Online Free
Author: Clarissa Black
different language, almost a different tongue.
When it was over Angelo got in the driver seat. He seemed very worked out. Sweat rolled down his foreheads. His seemed to stiffen. The tires peeled off the parking lot as soon as he stepped on the gas pedal. We didn’t say an entire word until we pulled in front of our house.
“I don’t understand what happened Angelo.” I said after the engine turned silent.
“There’s nothing to understand. You need to stay away from that guy Claire.” His eyes still transfixed still to the steering wheel as though his mind was still running.
“But I don’t understand?” I asked.
“Damn it Claire!” he snapped. “Just do what I say!”
“No! Was it because he liked me? Was it because he was flirting with me?”
He slammed his hands on the steering wheel. “It’s because he’s a damn creep. That’s why. So just do what I said and stay the hell away from him.”
I crossed my arms. Then collected my things, grabbing my stuff. “Fine!” I said before slamming the door on him.
I hurried up to my room. I was mad. Who was he to tell me who I can’t see? Does he think I belong to him? There was a man who was flirting me. That doesn’t happen very often. I mean it hasn’t even happen at all. Was it a joke? I can’t shake the feeling that maybe it wasn’t. It’s not like I was very experienced in this, and I thought I would have learned a thing or two from Oliver.
The bathroom door slammed when I entered it. The hot water slithered down my curvaceous body. The shower soothed my nerves bringing me to a state of calm. I dried my hair in front of the mirror. Looking at myself I smiled. A tingling sensation knotted my tummy. There were two guys that fought over me today.
I wrapped the towel around me and went to bed. Thinking back about Oliver and Angelo. I wondered if I was even worth fighting for.
Knock knock
“Damn it. I’m sleeping already, come back tomorrow.” My cry for privacy was ignored. Angelo entered the room and I could feel that something was wrong with him.
“What’s wrong” I asked.
He didn’t say a word. Instead he crawled into my bed. And snuck under the covers. The warmth of his body radiated through the comforter and to my body.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Again, he didn’t say a word.
“OK... “ so I snuggled protected by his warmth. He faced towards my back. I could feel the steely warmth of the hardness of his chest delighting my back, like the roaring of a great fire. I smiled. In the warmth of his back, spooning me, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
***
Right after class, a full moon washed over an empty parking lot. I was standing alone holding a big paper bag containing my snacks. The crunching of the bag reflected my growing worry. From the distance, I saw a figure approach me. The outline of its shadow descended towards me.
“Who is it?” but the figure didn’t reply. It was wearing a hoodie to cover his face. The brown bag crinkled more with my growing anticipation.
When it neared me I trailed the face of the man. But his face was hidden by his hoodie. Once he removed it, a sprightly Mohawk appeared. It was Oliver. He grinned, showing those sharp teeth of his. Approaching me he put his around me and kissed me on the lips. Wait, what was going on?
I pushed him away, wiping my mouth, when I heard the peeling of tires. From the edge of the parking lot there was the bright beam of a car. The humming of the engine roared, propelling the car to dart across the parking lot. It shot through the lot nearing our side then it down shifted and drifted completing a full one hundred and eighty turn before it stopped -- headlights blaring at me.
A figure stepped out the car. I couldn’t see much. The light blinded me. But when it neared I saw the outline of Angelo. But he wasn’t alone. With him were three other
When it was over Angelo got in the driver seat. He seemed very worked out. Sweat rolled down his foreheads. His seemed to stiffen. The tires peeled off the parking lot as soon as he stepped on the gas pedal. We didn’t say an entire word until we pulled in front of our house.
“I don’t understand what happened Angelo.” I said after the engine turned silent.
“There’s nothing to understand. You need to stay away from that guy Claire.” His eyes still transfixed still to the steering wheel as though his mind was still running.
“But I don’t understand?” I asked.
“Damn it Claire!” he snapped. “Just do what I say!”
“No! Was it because he liked me? Was it because he was flirting with me?”
He slammed his hands on the steering wheel. “It’s because he’s a damn creep. That’s why. So just do what I said and stay the hell away from him.”
I crossed my arms. Then collected my things, grabbing my stuff. “Fine!” I said before slamming the door on him.
I hurried up to my room. I was mad. Who was he to tell me who I can’t see? Does he think I belong to him? There was a man who was flirting me. That doesn’t happen very often. I mean it hasn’t even happen at all. Was it a joke? I can’t shake the feeling that maybe it wasn’t. It’s not like I was very experienced in this, and I thought I would have learned a thing or two from Oliver.
The bathroom door slammed when I entered it. The hot water slithered down my curvaceous body. The shower soothed my nerves bringing me to a state of calm. I dried my hair in front of the mirror. Looking at myself I smiled. A tingling sensation knotted my tummy. There were two guys that fought over me today.
I wrapped the towel around me and went to bed. Thinking back about Oliver and Angelo. I wondered if I was even worth fighting for.
Knock knock
“Damn it. I’m sleeping already, come back tomorrow.” My cry for privacy was ignored. Angelo entered the room and I could feel that something was wrong with him.
“What’s wrong” I asked.
He didn’t say a word. Instead he crawled into my bed. And snuck under the covers. The warmth of his body radiated through the comforter and to my body.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Again, he didn’t say a word.
“OK... “ so I snuggled protected by his warmth. He faced towards my back. I could feel the steely warmth of the hardness of his chest delighting my back, like the roaring of a great fire. I smiled. In the warmth of his back, spooning me, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
***
Right after class, a full moon washed over an empty parking lot. I was standing alone holding a big paper bag containing my snacks. The crunching of the bag reflected my growing worry. From the distance, I saw a figure approach me. The outline of its shadow descended towards me.
“Who is it?” but the figure didn’t reply. It was wearing a hoodie to cover his face. The brown bag crinkled more with my growing anticipation.
When it neared me I trailed the face of the man. But his face was hidden by his hoodie. Once he removed it, a sprightly Mohawk appeared. It was Oliver. He grinned, showing those sharp teeth of his. Approaching me he put his around me and kissed me on the lips. Wait, what was going on?
I pushed him away, wiping my mouth, when I heard the peeling of tires. From the edge of the parking lot there was the bright beam of a car. The humming of the engine roared, propelling the car to dart across the parking lot. It shot through the lot nearing our side then it down shifted and drifted completing a full one hundred and eighty turn before it stopped -- headlights blaring at me.
A figure stepped out the car. I couldn’t see much. The light blinded me. But when it neared I saw the outline of Angelo. But he wasn’t alone. With him were three other
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