The Nightlife Moscow (Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Suspense) (The Nightlife Series Book 5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

stepped out to snatch up the luggage. As
bags were tossed in the hatchback and everyone jockeyed for a seat, Michelle
realized she had nowhere to sit in this merde rental car. Ivan leaned
back into the last seat so fast you’d have thought they played musical chairs.
    Conasse .
    He grinned at Michelle as he patted his thigh. “Sit here.”
    They should have rented a bus.
    She growled low. “Lèche mon cul.” Kiss my ass . “I
will take a cab.”
    Ivan reached out and snagged the hem of her jacket to pull
her into the car. He puckered his lips, as if he planned to accommodate her
request. “There is room. I will keep you warm.” The last of his words devolved
into a growl. His eyes twinkled in mischief.
    Michelle didn’t wait another second out in the cold. She
slid right onto Ivan’s lap and wiggled her ass down until her crotch settled on
the growing lump in his pants.
    Served the bastard right.
    Anatoly pulled off into the flow of traffic, and turned the
radio to one of the many obnoxious Russian rap stations. She leaned back into
Ivan’s broad chest. He vibrated against her with the low rumble of his
laughter. The scent of his animal musk assaulted Michelle’s senses. Full-size
fangs dropped in her mouth and her stomach issued a gut-churning noise. She
should have been satisfied feeding from the men in the bar, but something about
Ivan made her especially thirsty. These wolves tasted delightful.
    Urvashi leaned into Aaron with a kiss and whispered low.
“You haven’t been feeding your pet.” Urvashi winked at Michelle and rubbed her
lips up on Aaron’s cheek. “She looks like she could take a chunk out of poor
Ivan right now.”
    Ivan’s hands suddenly held Michelle’s hips, as though
preparing for something. “You don’t want this old white meat. Too tough and gamey.”
He was teasing, but his voice held an edge of tension. The wolves all knew what
Aaron had done to Katya, a much-lamented issue among them.
    Michelle focused all her considerable charms on Ivan,
twisting to face him, nose to nose. Mon deux, he smelled so good. All
that warm blood just beneath the surface. His animal tang only added to her
hunger. She’d tasted Katya and knew precisely how delicious these creatures
were. Before he knew what was happening she had slid up her skirt and flipped
around to straddle his lap. The hard bulge of his cock pushed against her pubic
bone as she sniffed up his jaw line.
    “Michelle, this is not …”
    Her eyes held him in place, unblinking, and she curved her
warm pussy all over his hard groin in a slow circular movement that had his
eyes turning golden with wolf. The creature was there, just beneath the
surface, and flowing through his veins.
    A reaching hand came from the front seat, trying to grab her
jacket. “Leave him be!”
    Michelle slinked off her coat to evade Katya’s grasp without
breaking Ivan’s gaze. “You like me, Ivan, don’t you?” She whispered a kiss
across his lips and continued dry-fucking him. “One little bite won’t hurt. You
trust me, don’t you?”
    Ivan’s head nodded ever so slightly in hypnotized agreement,
and she struck the side of his neck like a viper.
    “Fucking cunt! Get off him!” Katya went ballistic in the
front seat.
    Michelle reached down and clicked the lever to lean Ivan’s
seat back out of Katya’s reach. Scuffling sounds and curses came from Katya scrambling
to get between the front seats into the back.
    Aaron’s low growl accompanied his snapped command. “Relax!
She’s not hurting him. Trust me!” His arm shot out to stop Katya from climbing
in the back.
    Michelle wasn’t hurting Ivan, not really. She did grind
through a dry hump until he convulsed beneath her, and the warmth of his seed
wet his pants. She let go of him after precisely one minute of feeding. That
was her rule. One minute, no more. The rule kept her conveniently unattached
and helped avoid stalker problems.
    She turned around to Katya, patted Ivan’s scruffy cheek