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

Even the kid at the front desk could probably join the dots to work out someone’s dyed their hair in here. And you need to get some shades. Your eyes are too distinctive.”
    Byron leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his naked chest. “If we’re disguising distinctive features,” he said, critically assessing the view of her backside pointing towards him, “what are we going to do about that delicious heart-shaped a—”
    He spluttered as the wet, soapy sponge hit him smack in the face.
    Naomi scrambled to her feet, grinning, then squealed as he lunged towards her, seizing her by the waist and swinging her towards him. Riots and newscasts and stolen motorcycles fled from her head as she struggled in his arms. He sat on the edge of the tub, manhandled her across his lap, and held her there, wriggling fiercely and trying to catch her breath between fits of mirth.
    As well as being thin and worn, the towel was too small, and in the undignified position Byron had wrestled her into, it left her backside exposed. She gasped as Byron flirted his fingers over the pink petals of her sex, then cried out in shock when he drew back his hand and brought it down with a sharp smack on her bare bottom.
    “Ow!” she protested. “Let go of me, you animal.” But it was half-hearted. The fact was, the spreading warmth where his palm had struck her was doing strange things to her, setting up a fluttering in her lower belly. Slippery juices trickled from her core, and he dipped his fingers between her lips, bringing them to his mouth and sucking the honey from them. She was very aware of the eagerness of his thick erection where it dug into her belly.
    “Animal, is it?” he chided her. “I'm not the one who needs a lesson in playing nicely.” And he smacked her bottom again, then ran his palm over the singing flesh and down to her pussy, where he pushed two fingers inside her. She was soaking wet with arousal and desire, and he worked them easily back and forth. She groaned and pushed back against his hand, eager for more, and he growled and shifted restlessly beneath her.
    He pulled her upright, yanking her back against him so his lips were beside her ear, and he growled, “Do you want to see how much of an animal I can be?” It was a promise, not a threat.
    “Oh god, yes.” She yanked at the towel and let it drop away.
    She moaned helplessly, panting with desire as he pushed her down to the floor, positioning her on her hands and knees, presenting her wet pink sex to him.
    When he entered her, it wasn’t gentle. It was hard, and fierce, and possessive, and everything she needed. He covered her spine with his warm body, rolling his hips as he pushed into her over and over again. Each thrust jerked her forward, and she braced herself with her hands, absorbing every impact of his body and moaning her encouragement each time he buried himself deep inside her. She arched her back, pushing her sex back against him, changing the angle so his cock was drawn against her G-spot every time he withdrew. Each time he thrust forward, he rocked her to the core.
    He growled as she tightened around him and reared back, gripping her hips so he could plunge into her harder and faster.
    As she spasmed around him, shaking with the force of her orgasm, he pulled her back against him and clapped his hand over her mouth, muffling her cries of release. She felt his heart thundering against her back as he came too, muting his long, toe-curling growl against her naked shoulder.

Chapter Eight
     
    Byron had found an open-air market in a dubious part of town, where he’d got chatting to an old guy called Clem, whose lingering looks towards the bar had got more and more frequent as the morning had worn on. His florist stall wasn’t exactly doing roaring business – probably because of the smell of whisky leaking out of his pores and overwhelming the more delicate scents of his wares – so when Byron offered to mind the stall for a