Iron: Blue Collar Wolves #1 (Mating Season Collection) Read Online Free PDF Page B

gorgeous mouth turned up in a smirk, the expression of a woman well and sure she’d won, and she ran her hand up and down the pool cue in a deliberate mimic of a hand job. Her voice was soft, faux innocent, when she spoke. “I’m a good girl, and I was always told good girls don’t play with bad boys like you, Iron.”
    He leaned down, his arms bracketing her with his hands resting on the pool table. “I like that you’re a good girl. Makes me want to take real good care of you, I promise. Besides, you like learning new things, don’t you? I can teach you.”
    “Teach me what?” Fuck, that throaty voice was perfect with its hint of curiosity, but the look in her eyes was pure woman in charge.
    Brushing his nose against hers, he whispered. “How about we start with kissing? You want to do that, don’t you?”
    Bella’s answer was lifting her lips to cover the scant inch that separated her from him, pressing against him with soft intent.
    Iron was going to fuck her hard. He was going to hold her down and work her body under his until she hurt from coming so much. All of that was in the future.
    This moment, this first, real moment, this one moment forever ingrained in his heart until the day he died…
    It was softness. It was adoration. It was his soul meeting hers, twining about it in final claiming, the last step of a dance that started years and years ago. A little boy holding out his hand and helping a little girl out of the dirt. It was the sunshine of that day, the long-remembered scent of wildflowers, the burst of color they ran through on short, chubby legs.
    My Bella…
    He pulled back. Her eyes carried a sheen of tears, all trace of playing gone.
    The haze surrounding his head, his heart, flitted, dissipated. This was one final moment he could cherish before he let her go to have her perfect, wonderful life, the life she deserved and would never get with him.
    He wouldn’t chain her. He wouldn’t hide her away. His beautiful Bella deserved to be in the sunshine and showered with adoration, not always on guard and tucked into the shadows.
    She deserved better than becoming a wolf and becoming his mate, and Iron would slay all enemies to make sure she remained free – including himself.
    This…was good-bye .
    Iron crushed his mouth to hers, opening her to his assault, and her moan had his head spinning. It was a hard exchange, tongues tangling together with her scent strengthening with every moment, that glorious musky scent that punched him in the gut, had him dueling the desire to breathe deeper and to delve straight for the source.
    He pressed her body tight against him, her breasts a soft weight against his chest but her nipples pebbled hard enough to poke him.
    She hmmd , a deep throaty sound that kicked him in the gut. Her mouth was a feast and he was going to taste every inch of it.
    Except that wasn’t Bella’s plan, as she shoved against him, separating their bodies and looking up at him through her eyelashes, the tease clear. Another push as he stepped closer, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth – hell yeah, totally practiced, but still hot as fuck.
    In a torturously slow movement, Bella’s legs began a slow spread. Her pants were skin-tight, and fucking yeah , every detail of what was waiting for him, almost as good as naked. The cue stick was placed between those legs, that lip was still between those teeth, and damn if this wasn’t the beginning of the world’s best porno. “So what games are we going to play?”
    He had a recurring fantasy about once a month of being able to bend her over one of those pool tables, but now that it was a possibility, nah . He wanted a bed. He wanted to spread her out in any position he chose, and then fuck her so hard they broke the headboard. “Get your coat. We’re getting out of here.”
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    “I could give you head.”
    The car gave a small jerk, and Bella reveled in smug satisfaction as Iron gave her a mock glare from the corner of