Clay's Instinct (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Wolf Call) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Abbey Polidori
never experienced before and she was sure no ordinary man would be able to handle her the way Clay handled her. She felt uneasy in this position, totally under his control and exposed.
Yet something about Clay's manhandling of her, the way he could so easily master her, made her body tingle excitedly.
She relaxed in his grip and let him take her wherever he wanted.
CHAPTER FOUR
Haven
After a half hour, Clay set Lucinda down and let her walk. They were so deep in the woods now, so far up the mountain, that she had nowhere to run to. As soon as her feet touched the ground and she stepped away, trying to get her legs to work properly after being carried for so long, Clay already missed the feel of her against him. During the walk here, he had let his heightened senses drink in the scent of her. The subtle tones of the pheromones on her skin sent a signal to his brain that Lucinda was aroused. In response, his body tightened and hardened, yearning for her.
Fighting the need to throw her to the ground and mount her, he had gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the soft warm feeling of the back of her thigh beneath his hand. Even through the denim of her black jeans, he could feel her warmth. If he just slid his hand a few inches up, he would encounter the swell of her backside.
Now she was walking ahead of him, striding on through the trees wordlessly. Clay watched the sway of her hips and the seductive movement of her thighs and ass through her clothing. The attraction he felt was purely animal lust but he knew there was something deeper at work, something more primal that aroused his wolf nature. The desires of his wolf nature were not something he could ignore for long. Eventually, they consumed him because the wolf part of him could be much stronger than the human part.
'Just over the next ridge,' he told her as they ascended a rocky slope.
Pretending to ignore him, she strode ahead. For a girl with curves, she was certainly fit.
*
Lucinda reached the crest of the ridge, looked down at the view below, and gasped. A small clear lake sat nestled among the trees and next to the lake squatted a log cabin. Lucinda had to admit that the scene was idyllic. From her vantage point on the ridge, she could see the vista of mountains stretching away into the distance. She was always in awe when she saw rugged beauty like this.
Clay came to a stop beside her and she felt herself falling for another kind of rugged beauty.
Stop that, she told herself, he's one of them. They killed your parents.
Ignoring Clay, she set off down the ridge toward the cabin.
She could sense him behind her and had that feeling again that his eyes were on her, roaming over her curves and seeing through her clothing.
Probably sizing up his next meal, she thought. But Clay's eyes on her didn't worry her at all. As she scrambled down the pine-covered rocks toward the lake, she felt appreciated in a way that she had never felt in her entire life.
Get a grip, Lucinda, she chided herself, then realized she needed to literally get a grip as her hand slipped from the rock she had been holding onto and she felt gravity pulling her downward to the rocks below. She barely had time to scream before she saw the world flicker and tumble in her vision. She was falling. Down a very steep rocky ridge. This was going to hurt.
The air was suddenly knocked out of her lungs as she landed on the dirt and she made a 'whoof'ing sound. Pain shot through her back. All she could see was rocks and pine needles and sky, tumbling and revolving before her eyes. She thought she heard Clay shout, 'Lucinda!' but she could have imagined that and it might be her own inner voice shouting at her. She wasn't sure of anything anymore. Everything was tumbling and spinning and she felt pain shoot along her back. Then she felt her head hit something solid and blackness crept into her vision and mind
Yet something about Clay's manhandling of her, the way he could so easily master her, made her body tingle excitedly.
She relaxed in his grip and let him take her wherever he wanted.
CHAPTER FOUR
Haven
After a half hour, Clay set Lucinda down and let her walk. They were so deep in the woods now, so far up the mountain, that she had nowhere to run to. As soon as her feet touched the ground and she stepped away, trying to get her legs to work properly after being carried for so long, Clay already missed the feel of her against him. During the walk here, he had let his heightened senses drink in the scent of her. The subtle tones of the pheromones on her skin sent a signal to his brain that Lucinda was aroused. In response, his body tightened and hardened, yearning for her.
Fighting the need to throw her to the ground and mount her, he had gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the soft warm feeling of the back of her thigh beneath his hand. Even through the denim of her black jeans, he could feel her warmth. If he just slid his hand a few inches up, he would encounter the swell of her backside.
Now she was walking ahead of him, striding on through the trees wordlessly. Clay watched the sway of her hips and the seductive movement of her thighs and ass through her clothing. The attraction he felt was purely animal lust but he knew there was something deeper at work, something more primal that aroused his wolf nature. The desires of his wolf nature were not something he could ignore for long. Eventually, they consumed him because the wolf part of him could be much stronger than the human part.
'Just over the next ridge,' he told her as they ascended a rocky slope.
Pretending to ignore him, she strode ahead. For a girl with curves, she was certainly fit.
*
Lucinda reached the crest of the ridge, looked down at the view below, and gasped. A small clear lake sat nestled among the trees and next to the lake squatted a log cabin. Lucinda had to admit that the scene was idyllic. From her vantage point on the ridge, she could see the vista of mountains stretching away into the distance. She was always in awe when she saw rugged beauty like this.
Clay came to a stop beside her and she felt herself falling for another kind of rugged beauty.
Stop that, she told herself, he's one of them. They killed your parents.
Ignoring Clay, she set off down the ridge toward the cabin.
She could sense him behind her and had that feeling again that his eyes were on her, roaming over her curves and seeing through her clothing.
Probably sizing up his next meal, she thought. But Clay's eyes on her didn't worry her at all. As she scrambled down the pine-covered rocks toward the lake, she felt appreciated in a way that she had never felt in her entire life.
Get a grip, Lucinda, she chided herself, then realized she needed to literally get a grip as her hand slipped from the rock she had been holding onto and she felt gravity pulling her downward to the rocks below. She barely had time to scream before she saw the world flicker and tumble in her vision. She was falling. Down a very steep rocky ridge. This was going to hurt.
The air was suddenly knocked out of her lungs as she landed on the dirt and she made a 'whoof'ing sound. Pain shot through her back. All she could see was rocks and pine needles and sky, tumbling and revolving before her eyes. She thought she heard Clay shout, 'Lucinda!' but she could have imagined that and it might be her own inner voice shouting at her. She wasn't sure of anything anymore. Everything was tumbling and spinning and she felt pain shoot along her back. Then she felt her head hit something solid and blackness crept into her vision and mind
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