Enforcer's Heart: (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Stratton Wolves Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

werewolf, was a she—slowed his steps, stopping to look at her. Those eyes…the image of the big, sexy guy back at the trucks flashed across her mind’s eye for a second and her breathing caught. Was this him in his other form? A small thrill of excitement threaded through her fear.
    “You carry on, little wolfy,” she said, wiggling her fingers and shooing him away. “Nothing to see here, no humans. Certainly not a cop trying to get home.”
    He stepped forward, eyes intent on her, and she bit back a whimper. She couldn’t outrun him, but every survival instinct urged her to do just that. She edged toward the trail on her left. Perhaps she could trick him… She feinted to the left, then ducked the other way when he lunged. Her scream was drowned by a snarl, but she kept running, using everything she had to get away.
    Paws hit the center of her back and both fell in a tangle of fur and limbs and…more limbs. He rolled on top of her, human now, and pinned her arms above her head as blazing amber eyes bore into hers.
    “Never run from a predator, darlin’. It never ends well.”
    He was bigger up close, way bigger, and for a second all Ce could do was lay there, stunned. How the hell had he moved so fast? Something as big as the wolf he had been had no right to move that damn fast. Then her training kicked in. Heaving upward, she brought her knee up sharply, aiming for his groin. He twisted and she made contact with his inner thigh instead, eliciting a grunt and a muffled curse from him. Not deterred, she snapped her teeth at his throat, looking for anything she could get a fix on, neck, ear…anything. He flinched back, loosening his grip on her wrists a little and she managed to yank a hand free. Instinct drove her to pull her arm back, balling a fist to punch him in the face.
    Her blow didn’t connect with his perfect, male features. Instead, it smacked harmlessly into his palm.
    “No,” he said patiently, as though talking to a child, and curled his fingers over hers, capturing them. “We’re not playing that way.”
    She snarled, baring her teeth and tried to wrench her hand free. He waited, and finally she gave in, realizing that until he let her go, she wasn’t going anywhere.
    “Okay, do it,” she snapped, glaring up at him. Anger rolled through her, banishing the tears that burned the back of her eyes. She might be overpowered and about to meet her maker but she’d be damned if she’d show him how shit-scared she was.
    “Do what?” He frowned, his lips pursing a little in confusion. Instantly her attention focused there and her train of thought derailed. He had full, lush, kissable lips, the kind women craved and tried every cosmetic trick in the book to replicate, but that somehow didn’t look odd on such a masculine face. Instead, they looked right, sinfully and totally sexily right. Bastard. Why couldn’t he have been ugly? Ugly she could’ve handled.
    “Rip my throat out, or whatever it is you guys do to women who piss you off.” She managed to finish without her voice breaking, even though inside she quaked with fear. She hoped it was fast. Painless. Her heart stuttered in her chest as he leaned down, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Blocking out the inevitable.
    His lips brushed hers. A soft kiss of butterfly wings. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him in shock. “What the hell was that?”
    “Do we have to go through the birds and the bees here?”
    Her brows snapped together. “Wait…what? No!” She yanked her fist out of his hand and rubbed at her wrist. “No birds and definitely no fucking bees. We clear?”
    He braced himself over her, hand by her head and his gaze riveted to her face. “I don’t intend to fuck any bees.”
    Her mouth gaped, then she caught the hint of amusement in the depths of his eyes.
    “Asshole.” She smacked his shoulder and wriggled out from underneath him. He rolled to one side, watching her as she clambered to her feet and brushed off her