Running with the Pack: Cannon Pack, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF Page A

you need to fear. And call me Daniel.”
    Roland nodded again, his bright eyes shimmering with gratitude. “Yes, Mr. Cannon. Thank you, Mr. Cannon. I mean, Daniel.”
    Sarah returned to pour a cup of steaming coffee, then set the pot on the table for his exclusive use. Roland bowed as he backed away.
    Being one of the leaders of the Cannon pack had its perks. Daniel sighed and watched the timid manager shuffle through the swinging doors that led to the kitchen. Roland’s last pack leader had been a real asshole, turning the slight shifter into a wuss. No matter how often Daniel told him, the poor guy refused to believe that he wouldn’t tear out his throat over the slightest infraction. Taking a sip, he let his mind wander and, like last night, was surprised at where it took him.
    The female hunter’s face had haunted him throughout the night, making sleep a precious commodity. The image of her, squatting close to the injured werewolf, struck him in the gut again. Not only because she’d approached Mysta alone, without her hunter friends—something he’d never seen a hunter do—but because of her body. She had all the curves he’d ever wanted in a woman and more. Although humans would probably consider her plump, he liked the roundness of her booty, the fullness of her breasts pushing against the material stretched over her bosom, the soft swell of her stomach. In fact, when he’d rounded the corner and found himself staring at her backside, he’d almost forgotten why he was there. Almost. Her hair was so curly. So silky. Or at least, that’s how it had looked. He wished he could’ve touched it, could’ve run the strands between his fingers. Her eyes were an amazing mix of dark cocoa and the soft brown of a deer. From the second he’d seen her, she’d fascinated him.
    Why the hell was he dreaming about a damn hunter? Yet he couldn’t shake the knowledge that he hadn’t thought once about Torrie in over twelve hours. Instead he’d fantasized about another woman, a hunter of all people. He dreamed of having her underneath him, sitting on top of him, bending over to open to him. A twist in his stomach warned him not to pursue this fantasy, but he didn’t heed his internal alarm.

    The huntress straddled him, her naked flesh shimmering with sweat. She grabbed his pecs, holding them firmly. Her breasts, temptingly perky, pressed together between her strong arms.
    “Let me suck on them.”
    She leaned lower, her wavy locks falling to frame her enchanting oval face. He took a nipple in his mouth, keeping his eyes on her lust-filled ones, watching to capture the moment she climaxed—again. When she did, her eyelashes fluttered, her eyes softly closing as she savored the moment of release. She made a soft mewing sound, flaming the heat in his abdomen to an even higher pitch.
    Growling against her breast, he slid into her and almost lost control when her walls closed around his shaft, gripping him, pulling on him. He kept his hands on her ample hips and helped her rise and fall against him, plunging deeper into her. She cried out and he clutched her firmer, first holding her to him, then forcing her to lean back. Bucking against him, she arched her back and held on to his legs.
    He licked his lips, mesmerized by the small triangle of hair above her pussy that tickled the slickened skin of his dick. Pacing himself, he thrust in and out, over and over. “I’m going to show you what fucking is really like, hunter. Together, we’re going to release the animal inside you.”
    “Make me yours.”
    He held his breath, caught unprepared for her request. “Do you want me to? You’ll change. Become pack.” Her breasts jiggled enticingly, drawing his attention away from her eyes. Palming them, he almost lost control, but gained it back before all was lost. Her eyes glistened, the lush russet lightening with amber. But how? She wasn’t a werewolf. Not yet.
    “I want to run with the pack, Daniel. Bite me and make me