A Wolf's Fate (A BBW Shapeshifter Romance): The Holiday Ball Read Online Free PDF

go of her hands so he could catch her under her rump. The pressure of his hands on her buttocks sent primitive requests of submission straight to her hormones. He moved and Autumn knew she was lost. Lost to the sensations created by this man.
    His eyes became devilishly wicked and she wondered briefly if he had incubi in his family tree. “Squeeze my leg, baby.”
    He dipped his head, his eyes open and burning into hers as he kissed her again. She moaned against the delicious assault and returned it. Her moans turned to whimpers as he moved his leg—or was he moving her? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the delicious friction growing against her pussy.
    Gunner ground himself against the woman in his arms, blatantly rubbing his arousal against the softness of her belly. His wolf—an animal that had been silent for months—growled and snarled, trying to break through. Trying to get closer. To appease the beast, he thrust one leg between hers, grinding against her pussy, perfuming the air with her want. Her need.
    He’d known the animal had found the last assignment as reprehensible as the man. The animal had withdrawn and so had he. It had caused a separation between the two, something he hadn’t felt since he’d first shifted and connected with his animal. What he hadn’t realized was that his wolf wasn’t in hiding; it was healing.
    The man had refused to heal. Refused to allow the love of his family to help him heal. Now, would his mate be able to make him whole once again?
    Besides the overwhelming need to jerk off her panties and thrust himself inside her, claim her, he felt the warm, pulsing energy resonating from her—straight to him and his wolf. She said she was a peace pixie. He’d never met one before. All he’d ever met were horny bitches who wanted to fornicate, fast and furious.
    Oh, he wanted to fornicate with the curvy woman in his arms all right, but something else colored that want. The need to please. The need to love.
    He closed his eyes, blocking out the picture of her face flushed with need, her lips parted to take his—or him. The urge to push her to her knees and demand she suck his cock overwhelmed him.
    His fingers dug into her arms and he knew he’d leave a mark, but he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned back his head, striving for the control that was splintering faster than glass in a windstorm. With a low sound of need, he sank an open mouth kiss onto her lips. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her mouth, his wolf moaning in pleasure when she arched upwards as if to capture the impatience of his kiss and savor the sweet violence.
    When he leaned down to kiss her again, Autumn eagerly accepted his dominance, wondering if a woman could come from just a kiss? Hunger arced between her thighs, dampening her pussy further with pleasure.
    “Undress me,” he commanded as he continued to kiss her.
    Autumn felt the loss when he moved his leg, but she was eager to strip him of his clothing. As she push his jacket from his shoulders, he let go of her, one arm as a time to let it fall to the floor. She tugged the dark blue bowtie free from the collar of his shirt. Next, she tried to unbutton his shirt but her fingers couldn’t work the golden studs holding it in place. Frustrated, she tried to rip the shirt open.
    “Mmm, impatient are we, little mate?”
    “You betcha.” With a flick of her finger, the studs fell from the shirt and dropped noiseless to the carpeted floor—but not before he snarled in pain. The magic that had popped the buttons had also sent small jolts of electricity through his body.
    She drew back, embarrassed. “I’m not much good at this. Maybe you should help.”
    “Only because you’re doing it too slowly. You can practice your magic on me any time, baby.” He smiled in reassurance that she had not injured him.
    He shrugged out of his shirt and the cummerbund and threw them across the room. He caught her hands and placed them on his chest. “Touch