Submission to the Wolf (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Alpha Male Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF

afternoon? We can sit in the back yard and throw beer cans at the trees, just like we did when we were kids.”
     
    I grinned inwardly, remembering the long, boring summer afternoons I had spent over at Marianne’s house, drinking light beer and wasting time until nightfall. It seemed like life had always been summer when I was younger, and now it was always rainy, or cold, or beaten down and broken—or maybe that was just me. Maybe it was just my perspective that made all of my youngest memories seem to be summertime memories, and all of my current reality seem to be irretrievably condemned to a cold, semi-permanent winter world.
     
    “Sure thing. That sounds great,” I said finally, bringing myself back to the world of the present. “I’d love to chuck some beer cans with you.”
     
    “Great. It’s a date,” Ryan said and once again, my heart filled up.
     
    ~
     
    What to wear to a date to a guy’s house?
     
    And what to wear when you’ve just been man-handled by a werewolf, practically beyond believe?
     
    I took stock of the situation in the bathroom. My entire body was bruised—bite marks, scratch marks, welts, everything. Our love-making had been hot and hard, but it had left its trace.
     
    I went to work with cover-up and tinted body lotion. Fortunately, I happen to be something of a make-up addict and I had plenty of tools for the job. Even if I couldn’t make it look like nothing had ever happened, I could at least make sure it didn’t look as though I were a professional MMA fighter if I had an opportunity to take off my clothes in front of Ryan.
     
    It was a warm day for early spring, appropriate for Ryan’s homecoming, as if he had brought summer back with him from wherever he had taken it, along with my virginal adolescence. It was good to remember how things had been, even if they might never be that way again.
     
    Still… I couldn’t help but notice the odd coincidence of Ryan arriving at the same time as Wisdom. They looked so much alike, and I felt about them in such similar ways…
     
    Yet Ryan felt like home, even his voice, where Wisdom—he felt like nothing I could really identify. Something so far beyond where I was now, and where I had ever been before.
     
    I chose a long maxi dress with cute foxes and flowers on it. Something sassy that would complement my curves and my red hair.
     
    I decided to skip the underwear too, because hey, I was feeling sassy! And besides, I was still so swollen down there that the idea of going commando sounded kind of nice.
     
    And, on the off chance that Ryan happened to get under my dress… Well, he would be in for a nice surprise.
     
    Marianne’s house was an easy three mile drive from my parents’. She had gone off to college too after high school, to the University of Vermont like Ryan. I had decided to work for a year to save up money before I joined them. I had gotten more scholarship money than they had, but my family had way less in the way of resources than theirs did, and so college just didn’t seem plausible in the near future.
     
    I wondered if she were home too. Was this spring break? Or maybe a long weekend? Whatever it was, I was delighted to be seeing Ryan.
     
    I pulled into their driveway and knocked at the front door. I heard Ryan’s voice come from behind the house.
     
    “Kelly, is that you?” he called out, his voice sending pleasant chills up my spine.
     
    “Sure it!”
     
    “I’m back here. Come on back!”
     
    I couldn’t contain my grin as I headed back behind the house, though it melted away when I saw the sight that awaited me.
     
    Ryan was sitting beside the pool, a beer can in his hand. And he was in a wheel chair.
     
    “Ryan!” I cried. “What… What happened?”
     
    “Well, hello to you to!” he said with a laugh, rolling over to me. “Come here and give me a hug.”
     
    I leaned down to hug him, feeling his muscles still so strong beneath his University of Vermont t-shirt, feeling his