NocC 003 - The Ancients 02 - Bonnie Vanak - Mated to the Wolf - Harlequin 2011-11 Read Online Free PDF

volumes of poetry, the books showing signs of being read time and again.
    The wolf had a soft spot for Lord Bryon. She smiled softly at the thought of the powerful Ancient reading love poetry. So incongruous with his rough exterior. At least she’d discovered something about him.
    A scrap of paper fell out of the tome. Samantha picked it up and read the rough handwriting. A poem, or an attempt of one.
    Silence falls, soft like snow, sharp as glass
    Echoing through the forest, distant howls of Pack
    Memories are precious
    Family no more
    I sit alone, in the acid silence
    A lump clogged her throat. She knew that kind of aloneness, when the cold settled into your bones and the night dragged on forever. When the rest of the world was a circle and you stood on the outside.
    “What happened to you,” she whispered. Demon instincts surged, warning her to back off this long and winding road. She had to think of herself first and escape. Wind howled at the windows as she replaced the book. Samantha rubbed her chilled arms, shivering as she thought of running out into the cold.
    If she left, the other Hunters would find her. Grayson said her only option was making love with him. A convenient lie or the truth?
    Lying made no sense. He could easily have forced her if his only goal was lying between her legs. Remembering his touch, she quivered. Her breasts felt heavy, their nipples hard as pearls, her loins full at the thought of his big, powerful body covering hers, his thick cock pushing into her aching pussy. She wanted him, but couldn’t surrender to desire. Nothing must detract from her quest.
    When Grayson was fast asleep, she’d run. No Hunter could capture her, not even a pack of them.
    Not if she let the demon consume her and fully take over. For months, she’d struggled to hold him back.
    Tonight, after she rested a while, it was time to fully unleash the darkness inside her.

Chapter Four
     

    Grayson lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with a small smile. Breathing fire. That was a new talent the Society hadn’t recorded yet. With her lithe body and strong will, Samantha intrigued him. That defiant attitude and courage only increased his desire. She was the type of strong, independent mate he’d always longed for.
    His smile fled. The kind of mate he could wholly share himself with. He craved the intimate closeness. But it was too dangerous. Those questions, they’d stung like hot needles. She had dug in deep, but it wasn’t her darkness, just ordinary curiosity.
    He had his own inner darkness to fight, and didn’t dare let Samantha draw close. Share himself and she’d learn the ugly truth. No, best never to be that vulnerable to another. Not with his pack, or with his future mate.
    A dull ache thudded in his chest. Grayson ran a hand over his face and the stark reminder of betrayal. Some wounds taught a valuable lesson. The only person you can rely on is yourself.
    The hot bathwater had brought a rosy flush to her soft skin. He’d longed to taste her, run his hands over her body and absorb all that softness. Being naked with her in the tub had tested the depths of restraint. He’d wanted to draw her into his arms, kiss her senseless. Then hoist her out of the water, lay her back on the tile and open her thighs wide.
    Put his mouth between her legs, drowning himself in her scent as she cried out in ecstasy. Then slowly, so slowly, thrust into her tight virginal passage and seal them together in the flesh.
    To get her into bed, he had to break down her defenses. Get her accustomed to his touch. She’d been without male contact, shunned it. The bathtub episode was deliberate, a slow, delicate dance of what they both knew was inevitable.
    Grayson gritted his teeth. This constant state of arousal was hell. He slid a fist over his throbbing cock, envisioning Samantha’s sweet face, her heart-shaped ass, her full, plump breasts, their top halves showing above the froth of bubbles.
    A few strokes would take care of