she stepped out of it,
she started to fall sideways but he was there and caught her easily.
“Thanks.” Harper
said.
“Anytime darling.”
She liked how he said that. He stretched darling out like smooth caramel and
left the ‘g’ off. When she turned to look at him, he was only in his jeans.
They hung off his hips seductively and she wondered if he’d undone the button
on purpose to be even sexier than he was dressed.
His torso was cut,
roped with power. Muscles notched in his abdomen promised grace and strength
while making muscles of her own clench greedily low in her belly. His feet were
bare, tan, and perfect. She’d never paid much attention to feet before but his
were nice. He shifted then into a magnificent black wolf. It was big with thick
hair and sniffed her hand then under her shirt’s hem.
“Hey, none of
that.” He nudged her toward the bed and she went. He was big. Standing on all
fours his nose was above her navel. If he stood up on his hind legs, she was
sure that he would look down at her. Harper climbed into the makeshift bed and got
under the sheet then pulled the quilt up to her chin. Ryder went to the corner
and curled up after sniffing the floor. He groaned lightly and put his head
down but he was watching her.
Harper closed her
eyes and tried to sleep. She could feel the cool damp air coming from behind
her and pulled the quilt higher up on her shoulder. It was chilly up here. She
considered shifting and going to curl up with him to keep warm. Harper tossed
but couldn’t get comfortable because she couldn’t get warm enough. She
should’ve insisted on going home. It was very late and she had to go to work
tomorrow. She had a shift at the store and another tomorrow night at the gas
station, so sleep was not optional it was a necessity. She turned over again
and found herself staring into the wolf’s eyes. He was sitting there beside her
bed watching her. He shifted back into his human form.
“Scoot over.”
Harper did as he said while her heart started to quicken. “You’re cold.” She
nodded. He climbed in and pulled the covers up around them. “Come here."
Ryder wrapped his arms around her and held her close. His hand smoothed a trail
from between her shoulders down to her tailbone, soothing her. She fell asleep
almost instantly.
***
Ryder released a
long breath. This she-wolf was amazing. When she’d walked across the nearly
deserted dance floor in the ridiculous high-heeled shoes with her hips pumping
like she was fucking the world, he’d nearly cum in his pants. The look of her
made him feel like a pup, an out of control, hormonal pup. So beautiful.
He’d only wanted a
roll in the hay when he’d crossed the floor to get to her, it had been his
mission tonight, but when he got there he found more than he’d expected. He
knew right then that she was it. The one. His mate. It had slammed into him
with the force of a train. His mate and she was eating crap snacks from a dirty
bowl. It made him angry that no one was taking care of her. Where was her
damned Alpha?
She was hungry, he
heard her stomach growl and that was unacceptable. She was alone and hungry. His
temper had nearly gone nuclear especially since there were other wolves in that
bar that were obviously in her pack. She’d waved at them when she came in and
they’d acknowledged her but didn’t bother to see to her needs. Unacceptable!
The she-wolf she was with was picking up Curtis. That one was a piece of work.
Sexy as sin but not his style. She was too brazen, too bold, and too obvious.
Curtis seemed to like her though. If he wanted to mate her, he would have his
Alpha’s permission. Mated wolves were better pack members and made for a
stronger pack. If he had his way, all of Ryder’s wolves would be mated. He
hoped that the bold she-wolves had many friends.
Then one of his
mate’s pack members tried to interfere, scolded her in public after he hadn’t
bothered to take care of her. It was bullshit