Howling Mad: A paranormal wolf shifter romance (Badlands Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

too. Now our faces have been on the news, we’ve got to change our appearances.”
    Naomi picked up a box of hair dye. “Bombshell Blonde,” she said. A faint smile twitched the corner of her lips. “That sounds like your color.”
    He grinned. “Don’t make me too sexy. We don’t want all the ladies fainting at my feet.”
    She slapped him gently on the arm. Her voice still sounded snuffly, but she was smiling. “If you want to be inconspicuous, stop that. The people who’re after us could spot your ego from outer space.”
    Her smile faltered a bit at the thought of the people who’d be pursuing them – the people her father had sent after them. But she picked up a pair of scissors and said, “First things first – you need a haircut.”
    She shuffled closer and kneeled on the bed, close to him. She leaned towards him and ran her fingers through a section of hair near his face, detangling it and smoothing it.
    Byron held his breath. It was torture to have her so close. Her scent was tempting, intoxicating, making him feel drunk on her. Her fingers were cool and clever, and he could feel the heat radiating from her body. He realized his breath was a little bit jerky and uneven, his pulse thick and drugged in his veins. He couldn’t keep his eyes from the soft, beckoning curve of her lips.
    She twisted the strand of hair between her fingers and said, “It seems such a shame to cut it. It’s so beautiful…”
    He raised his eyes to hers, and their gazes locked. Her eyes were huge and dark and dreamy, and he couldn’t help himself. He just couldn’t. He leaned forward and kissed her.
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    His mouth on hers was electric and thrilling. When her lips parted against his, he kissed her hard, pulling her against his body. He hauled her onto his lap so she was straddling his hips, and ran his hands up her spine, knotting his fingers in her hair and yanking back her head so he could trail hungry kisses down her throat and over her collar bone.
    She moaned, overcome with sensation. She was aware of the dampness of her panties and the thick, rigid length of his cock pressing against her center through their layers of clothing. She couldn’t think, could hardly breathe, just knew she wanted more of him.
    It was madness, but it was a madness that carried her along with it. She clutched at his broad shoulders, clinging to him, and he turned and rode her down onto the bed, pressing himself between her parted thighs. His body was a hot, insistent weight on top of her. When he flexed his hips against her aching core, she wrapped her legs around him, urging him closer.
    Naomi pushed him away for a moment so she could yank off her T-shirt and bra, and he took advantage at once, filling his hands with the creamy swells of her breasts and lowering his mouth to her nipple where it peeked between his fingers. He teased the rosy nub with his tongue, then briefly suckled it before trailing kisses down her breastbone and over the swell of her stomach.
    He fumbled impatiently with the button of her jeans, then yanked them down over her hips, dragging her panties with them and leaving her wantonly exposed. She squirmed beneath his gaze, then gasped when he hooked her thigh over his shoulder and French-kissed her wet pussy. His tongue was quick and clever as he parted her folds and flicked her clitoris, drawing the threads of desire tighter and tighter in her belly until she stuttered his name. Her hands fluttered to the back of his head and rested there as he swirled and lapped and suckled. With every touch, the ache between her thighs coiled tighter until she thought she’d snap or shatter or die.
    When he pushed two fingers inside her, it felt so good she couldn’t think. He worked them in and out of her slickness, pushing deep and then drawing back, tormenting her again and again. She tangled her fingers in his hair as her pussy clenched against his mouth, moaning helplessly as she came.
    She was racked with tremors as