The Alpha Men's Secret Club: A Scorchingly Hot BBW Shifter Romance Read Online Free PDF

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anything but your books, Kate wanted to say, but her tongue was still frozen.
She took in Carlo’s glorious body, so toned and bronzed, and very erect cock. Her
throat went ever so dry. Next to the Professor, she wouldn’t mind having Carlo.
    Carlo said, “Say, Thomas . . .
when you’re through with her, I’ll take her.”
    Kate found her voice. “I’m not a
piece of meat to be passed around.”
    Both men were amused.
    “Oooh,” Carlo said, “little
kitty’s got claws. I like.”
    “Then again, I’m up for a little
three-way,” Thomas said, licking his lower lip.
    The thought didn’t exactly turn
Kate off. Nor did it excite her. Here she was, being desired by two perfectly
attractive men in their prime. And yet, something was missing. She knew what it
was.
    Rust O’Brien. She wanted him .
She came here for him. Second best wouldn’t do.
    Both men crowded around her,
giving her no space. Their eyes were bright and glittering. Carlo’s hand snaked
out to cup her right breast, while Thomas lifted her taffeta skirt. Too late,
Kate remembered she was wearing crotchless panties.
    “Oh!” she yelped.
    But Thomas had grabbed her naked pussy.
His palm compressed her swollen clit, and a shocked pleasure lanced through her
groin.
    Then both men were pawing her all
over. Pressing her against the wall. The stone slabs on the wall were cold to
her bare skin. Hands groped and squeezed her breasts, her nipples. Fingers
pried into her pussy hole – that betraying wetness which flooded the
orifice – and delved into her secret grooves. The pleasure swarmed her,
even though she fought against it.
    “Turn her around,” Carlo said
hungrily.
    This awoke all her defenses.
    “No,” she cried even as Thomas grabbed
her shoulder and pirouetted her so that her face and breasts were now against
the wall. Hands grabbed her soft buttocks. Fingers stubbed her anus.
    A growl behind her made her turn.
    The tiger sprang at Thomas, who instantly
struck its paw away. But the tiger was huge. It floored Thomas with one leap.
Kate screamed. In the pandemonium, she almost didn’t hear Carlo cry out: “Stop!
We didn’t mean anything by it!”
    Then something miraculous
happened. Thomas’s limbs began to change. For one instant, he was a man. Then
his bones sort of crumpled and rearranged themselves, as did his entire body
and limbs. His skull lengthened and sharpened, and his skin sprouted fur. His
body slipped out of his confining clothes.
    Kate was as fascinated as she was
aghast. She had watched the movies, heard the whispered legends – but she
was seeing it happen before her in real life.
    Thomas was a shapeshifter.
    It all happened in the matter of
seconds, and in a blink, a large red wolf lay in place of Thomas, its body
pinned to the ground by the tiger, who was still growling menacingly. The rest
of the revelers in the room had paused in their lovemaking to watch what would
happen. They were concerned, Kate thought, but not unduly alarmed, as if they
were used to seeing this kind of thing happen all the time.
    She realized now that all the
animals outside which she had mistaken for exotic pets were probably
shapeshifters too. Was it possible? Earlier, she would have refuted the
possibility, but now . . . the evidence was right before her very eyes.
    Her stomach flipped, but not in a
‘I’m nauseated because this is too incredible’ way. But it was more like she
was amazed in a ‘I can’t believe I’m part of this’ way.
    “No!” Carlo cried. “Don’t hurt
him!”
    The tiger swung its magnificent
head and snapped at Carlo. It was as if to say: You too are not devoid of
sin.
    “What’s all this?” roared a voice
at the doorway.
    Everyone turned, even the tiger.
    A tall, gaunt man stood at the
doorway. He wore black clothes, and he reminded Kate of an undertaker, or what
she thought undertakers would resemble in her fevered and clichéd
impressionable mind.
    “What’s going on?” the tall man
repeated. He