Half Truths (A Helheim Wolf Pack Tale) Read Online Free PDF Page B

time.
    His erection
came quickly, unexpectedly. ‘Fuck,’ he growled, trying to think of something, any thing
other than his partner. But his mind tricked him. All he could think of was Grey; how her hair and make-up were always perfect, how her body was perfectly
proportioned although some would say that she was a little too skinny. He
thought she was perfect. He could even picture her emerging from the steam,
coming towards him and undressing slowly.
    He would reach
for her hair, pulling it free from the artfully constructed knot she managed to
somehow make and run his hands through it, fanning it out over her shoulders.
Her body would be soft and pliant to his fingers, hands, mouth and tongue. She
would bend to him because how could she not? He’d drop small kisses like fire
down her neck and along her jaw, and she would moan for more—beg him for a
taste of his mouth.
    Taking one of
her breasts into his mouth, he would tease her nipple with his tongue until it
was hard. Her body would arch into his, wordlessly begging for more and he
would give it to her. Sliding his hand between them, he’d slip his fingers
inside her while his thumb would work the tiny knot of nerves until her body
bucked, and the screams of her own release were all he could hear.
    His cock jerked
suddenly, and his knees buckled. Bracing his arm above his head against the
shower wall, he hissed, riding out his orgasm. She’d made him come without even
as much as a touch, without even being in the room. With a growl, he washed
himself off and got out of the shower, towelling off carefully.
    Sliding back
into his only set of clothes, he walked back out into the office to find Grey
waiting patiently at her desk. She smiled when she saw him, and he quickly
averted his eyes.
    ‘Let’s go,’ he
growled, not waiting for her reply.
    *
    Larissa couldn’t get the image of
Vaile at the gym out of her head. The writhing muscles, the sweat beading, his
skin glowing with the exercise. At the mere thought of him again, a tower of
heat shot through her body starting between her legs and working its way into
her chest. She could feel her cheeks flushing as she walked towards the car
park at the back of central command. Her partner was heading towards his
unmarked, and all she could do was follow like a puppy trailing after its
master.
    The car beeped
when he unlocked it. Vaile pulled open the driver’s side door and got in while
Larissa swallowed the embarrassment of her wandering mind and slid into the
passenger seat. She glanced at Vaile from the corner of her eye, noticing how
tense he seemed.
    ‘Are you okay?’
she asked after he’d made it out of the car park and into the early peak
traffic.
    He glanced at
her quickly before looking back at the road. ‘I’m fine,’ he replied abruptly.
Snow began drifting down outside her window. She watched it stick to the window
for a second before melting away before her eyes. They were driving alongside
Buxton River. It hadn’t frozen yet, but it would only be a matter of time.
    Ten minutes
later, they pulled into the snow-dusted parking lot of the diner. They’d
managed to get the last spot in the lot, and as they walked to the entrance,
she recognised a lot of the cars parked there. Half of central command was
there getting their fix of caffeine and sugar.
    Vaile walked in
first, his grey eyes scanning for an open spot just as she was doing. His
height advantage meant he found one first. Without a word, he started making
his way through the crowd. She noticed that people just seemed to move out of
his way, whereas she had to fight her way through, bumping into people’s chests
and nearly being elbowed in the face with each step she took. Sometimes she
wished she could be intimidating; the way that Vaile seemed to be.
    It was only once
she was settled into the worn, vinyl bench seat did she realise it was the same
booth as the one they’d shared earlier that morning. She looked up at Vaile
from under her