Unwrapping Tess (A Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance)(Vegas Mates Book 5): Christmas Encounters Read Online Free Page A

latched his mouth to one and was circling the areola with his tongue and biting at the nipple with his teeth.  
    A hiss slid between her lips and she pressed her breast even harder to his face. The sensations of pleasure were drowning her in ecstasy. She arched her back and he released her breasts, moving his hands back to her hips.  
    An orgasm was swirling from her center and she screamed out as it crested, sending her careening over the edge. He thrust hard and fast, sending her over wave after wave, drawing it out longer and longer. She screamed his name and her vagina clenched hard on his cock.
    He tensed beneath her and a guttural moan from him joined another cry from deep in her chest as they climaxed together.  
    She slumped into his chest, shuddering as aftershocks continued to ripple through her body, milking him for everything he would give.
    He pressed his mouth to her shoulder and nipped gently, but didn’t break the skin. She could feel the roller coaster of emotions running through him. Arousal, satisfaction … love.  
    If they’d been human, she would’ve laughed at the thought of feeling true love and affection for someone in fewer than twenty-four hours. But for shifters, magick moved the emotional timeline at the speed of light. There was no-holds-barred. Anything could happen. She’d heard of perfect matches mating and marking each other in the space of several days, even hours in a few cases.
    With her supercharged emotions, she could understand how that happened. She felt the same things for him, but her duty was to her family first. It had been drilled into her since she was a child. It wasn’t something she could overlook because she’d found her perfect match. She needed her family’s approval.
    Even though the mate hunts had been abolished and a new pack order was being put into place, she was from Original blood. Others might get away with doing whatever they wanted, when they wanted, but not her. She craved her family’s approval. First her parents’, then her sisters’. Now her Aunt Melinda and the Original Demakis werewolf himself filled that role.  
    “It’s okay, Tess. I understand.” Patrick’s voice rumbled from his chest, sending comforting vibrations through her whole body. She relaxed at the words and sighed, her psyche bathing in the patience and understanding flowing through the bond to her.

CHAPTER FIVE

    They could see the lights of the inn shining through the darkness of the trees. Patrick lumbered ahead on the freshly fallen snow. Tess trotted beside him, her reddish-brown coat was mixed with black. She was stunning.
    They approached the front of the inn and he followed her to the side porch, between the work shed and the main building.  
    He’d followed her scent to there earlier and found her clothes on the bench. If the snow hadn’t been coming down so hard, he probably wouldn’t have gone after her, but he had. His protective nature had kicked in and fifteen minutes into her trail, he’d smelled the other bear.
    If he hadn’t been so distracted by her, the bear would’ve been an easy take-down, but with her scent clouding his system, he’d made a stupid mistake and let the damn beast take a bite out of him. The outcome had still been the same. The bear was dead. But he had a new set of scars.
    The air around her shimmered as she shifted and stood. He huffed his approval, enjoying her naked body.
    She turned and grinned at him. “Shhh, bad teddy. Someone will hear you.”
    He huffed again and shifted, walking to her side and giving her bare ass a quick slap.
    She squealed and jumped away from him.
    “Not me, but they might hear you,” he said, a grin curving the corners of his mouth.
    An irritated snort slipped out of her mouth, but she didn’t say anything. He watched, mesmerized by her swaying breasts and round ass. Bit by bit, her creamy white skin disappeared beneath black yoga pants, a soft track bra, and an oversized blue sweatshirt.
    Damn. He