Idler (Norseton Wolves Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

curled into the sofa fabric and he heard the rip—the ruination of expensive material that was supposedly designed to survive even the most rambunctious of families. Apparently, that furniture designer hadn’t had werewolves in mind when sourcing the polyester blend.
    His thighs shook and belly shuddered with each aggressive rise and fall, and he had to look. Had to see that gorgeous ass rippling as she rode him up and down.
    Her nails dug into the flesh of his thighs and she let out an ear-rending shout, full of what he was pretty sure were Spanish expletives as she clamped so fucking hard on him, milking him. But she hadn’t said he could come yet.
    “Can I—”
    Abruptly, she stood and yanked him up by the collar of his shirt. “It’ll have to wait. Oh, gods.” Her fangs dropped even more and her eyes darkened. Her skin rippled with the beginnings of her shift.
    He pushed her toward the back door, kicking his pants off his ankles as he went.
    Time to run . Nothing killed an erection like an impromptu shifting to one’s wolf.
    She screamed, writhed, and clawed at herself as the moon compelled her to shift, and he shifted right alongside her, although he didn’t have to. His variant of werewolf wasn’t affected by the moon, though most others were.
    He had to shift right then to make sure that she didn’t get confused and lost in her new form. It would probably take her brain a few shifts for the wolf part to connect with the human one, and until then, she needed to be supervised.
    He could tell her what to do when they were wolves, and she’d have no choice but to listen. It would probably be the only time she’d listen to me.
    Again, he wasn’t so sure he minded.
    That scared him even more than that time he’d had a madman swing a machete at him in a tight hallway. Colt had known what to do then, and had managed to put the guy down without any bloodshed. Fighting was easy. Relationships? Not so much .
    It wasn’t his fault, though. He’d had training in fighting. Alpha had made sure Colt was as dangerous on two legs as he was on four. When he was fighting, he didn’t second-guess himself. Alpha couldn’t train Colt on how to be in a relationship, though. His parents were supposed to do that, and…
    Well, they failed .
    All of his relationships were fucked up, so what was one more?
     

CHAPTER THREE
    Lisa yanked open the screen door, and spotting her so-called husband on the sofa with a game controller in his hands, tossed her purse at his head.
    He easily dodged it and didn’t even have to take his gaze off the television screen. Of course he didn’t. His reflexes in both his forms were stunning.
    “Are you fucking kidding me?”
    “You seem upset, dearest.” He let out a volley of rapid gunfire on the baddie on the screen, and growling, she put her body in front of the massive display. She wouldn’t be able to cover all of it, but she could definitely annoy him. She wanted him annoyed—at least as annoyed as she was at the moment. After that first night when she’d lost control and let out her unleashed bitch, she’d been trying to rein herself in, but he made it so fucking hard. If anything, he seemed to be goading her on purpose, but she decided that couldn’t be true. A wolf like him couldn’t possibly want to be bossed around by his mate. He was a born alpha, after all. It had been evident to her after her wolf came out.
    He groaned and tossed the game controller onto the sofa. “What did I do wrong this time?”
    She sighed and batted a hair though her ponytail. “Oh, you know what you did. Seems like you healed okay, though.”
    He gave her that long, apathetic blue stare she was becoming so familiar with and let his hands dangle between his legs.
    She tapped her right foot against the floor and willed herself to stay focused. Pretty much nonstop for the three days since she’d gotten her bite, she’d been thinking dick , dick , dick —and not the word as an insult, either. Colt