Remy's Wolf (Wolves of Mt. Alexis, 1) Read Online Free PDF

you would’ve done so last
night.”
    “ Perhaps I like to toy
with my victims. Heighten the fear. Wolves do so like the
chase.”
    Remy shook his head. “No. That’s not
why you’re here. You’re here because you want me, but not to kill
me.”
    “ You’re so sure.” The guy
leaned his face down a bit, until he was mere inches from Remy’s
face. His eyes flashed the yellow Remy remembered, apparently
brought on by strong emotions. “And you’re right. I do want
you.”
    Remy released a small breath and took
in another, the man’s masculine scent heavy in his nose. He ignored
the desire to inhale again, needing to fill his lungs with the
man’s smell.
    “ It was hard for me to let
you go last night,” the wolfman said.
    Remy swallowed, insecurity filling him
again. “And why’s that?”
    “ Because I wanted to do
this,” the wolf said before leaning in and claiming Remy with a
masterful kiss. As soon as the man’s lips were on Remy, he melted
into him, needing his touch as much as his next breath. Their
tongues warred with one another, swirling around and tasting as
their lips crashed.
    The wolfman grasped the back of Remy’s
head and held him close, setting the pace and intensity of the
embrace. Remy felt his knees and thighs shake, and his cock grew
impossibly harder. When Remy felt sharp canines descend in the
man’s mouth, he pulled back, suddenly reminded the man wasn’t a man
at all.
    And he’d just kissed the guy without
even knowing his damned name.
    “ Why did you stop?” the
wolfman asked, a tongue running over one of his sharp teeth. His
eyes were completely yellow now and incredibly sexy.
    “ Will you bite me with
those?”
    “ Yes,” the wolfman said.
“It will only hurt for a moment. I’ve been told it heightens a
mate’s pleasure when they are bitten.”
    A mate? Remy took a step away from the wolfman. There was
more to a mate than simply being his. Remy knew the research could
be wrong. It was a lore wrapped in a lot of mystery. But the
implications of what the wolf wanted were staggering. “A mate?
Don’t wolves mate forever?”
    “ It’s simply a term for a
wolf’s lover. It simply means you’re mine.”
    Mine. The wolfman nearly growled the word, and the tremor ran
through Remy, heat flooding his body. He suddenly wanted to be the
wolf’s completely, ready to surrender everything. The compulsion
scared him a bit. Remy drew in a deep, leveling breath as he took
another step back. The wolfman took a step forward, negating the
retreat Remy was trying to make. He took one more step back, and he
hit the wall. Trapped, he felt his heart beat escalate even more.
“Yours?”
    The wolfman nodded his head. He took
another step closer and was hovering inches from Remy once more.
“Yep, you’re mine, and I won’t be denied.”
    A shiver ran up Remy’s spine once
more. Was this the something he’d been racing headlong for the
night before? For so long, he’d felt as if he stood on the edge of
a cliff, a mysterious future spiraling out before him. It had
scared him for so long, the doubt and unknowing making him
crazy.
    He was drawn to the wolf. Remy wanted
the man to kiss him again, wanted him to do more than kiss him.
“What’s your name?”
    “ Henry,” the wolfman said.
“But everyone calls me Hank.”
    “ Kind of hard for a man to
claim ownership of another without the two knowing names,” Remy
said, his voice shaking. He knew what he’d said was inane, but he’d
felt the need to talk in order to ignore the need swamping
him.
    “ I know all I need to
know,” Hank spit out before lowering his head once more to capture
Remy’s mouth.
    This time, Remy had nowhere to run,
his back against the wall. Hank pushed closer into him, the man’s
hard, thick cock throbbing under the wolfman’s jeans. Feeling
Hank’s desire only heightened Remy’s, and the need for the man to
claim him slammed into Remy.
    Before last night, Remy wasn’t the
type to have anonymous sex