Wanted By The Billionaire Wolf (Heroes of Shifter Creek 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

wanted to say. What she finally said was, “Are you shitting me?”
    Tristan laughed. He sobered up quickly. “I’m sorry, darlin’,” he said. “I wish I were.”
    Finally, he told her just what was going on with him. He turned once, for good measure, and when Sharee got over this second shock, he told her his story. He told her he was born into it, that both his parents were werewolves.
    Sharee had always pictured werewolves as more beastly, but Tristan told her that Native Americans were the one who actually got it right. Werewolves—and other were-creatures—were skinwalkers. Once a month, when the moon was full, they would leave behind their human form and take on that of the animal they shared their nature with. In Tristan’s case, a wolf.
    Tristan told her about how he was still himself, even when he turned. He told her about how were-creatures didn’t actually lose themselves and their sanity when they turned. He told her their conscience remained the same. He told her the urge to turn and run wild was becoming stronger as he grew older, and that he was having some trouble adjusting.
    All in all, it explained his weird behavior of the past couple of months. Still, Sharee still had some trouble digesting all the information.
    “What about the hunting accident?” she asked then.
    Tristan chuckled. “I was hungry. I got too close to old Smith’s farm. His dogs freaked out, alerting him. He saw me and took a shot at me. I wasn’t quick enough to run away.”
    Sharee stared at him. “That is the weirdest story I have ever heard.”
    Tristan laughed. “I bet it is.”
    They lapsed into silence then. Sharee allowed herself some time to let it all sink in.
    “Is that why you ran away from me?” she asked then.
    Tristan nodded. “I love you,” he said again, sincerely. His eyes were dark blue in the light of the flames. “But I can’t be with you.”
    “Why not?”
    He looked at her as though she had just asked him the stupidest question in the whole wide world. “You can’t be with a werewolf.”
    “Says who?”
    Tristan stared at her. “What?”
    Sharee smiled. “I may not understand your nature yet,” she said, “but I’m willing to try. I sure as hell am not scared of you.”
    He looked at her with wide eyes, like he didn’t quite dare to hope. “You’re not?”
    “I’m not,” she confirmed “I love you too, remember?”
    “Yes, but—”
    “There’s no but here, Tristan,” Sharee told him gently. “I want to be with you. If you’ll have me.”
    “Are you kidding? You’re the one who should be bolting for the door.”
    “I’m still here.”
    “Yeah.” Tristan smiled. “You are.”
    He kissed her again, a lot more passionately than before. Sharee went with that passion, letting her fire be rekindled and herself be burnt by it. There was something wild and ancestral in the way Tristan made love. He loved with all of his body, and he loved all of her. He worshiped every inch of her naked skin.
    When he entered her, Sharee’s world exploded in a white light of pleasure. Tristan’s thrust were languid, wanting strokes. His skin was hot underneath her fingertips. Everything was fire with Tristan. Sharee arched up into him, accompanying his every movement. Tristan’s wild nature enveloped them both, and as he did things to her that she had only read about in novels, Sharee embraced it completely.
    Later, as they lay spent and sated on the rug in front of the fire, Sharee stared into the flames and listened to Tristan’s heartbeat from where her head lay upon his chest. His good arm was wrapped around her shoulders, relaxed but still protective.
    “I need you to think about this, darlin’,” he said quietly, finally breaking the blissful silence that had descended upon them.
    Sharee tilted her chin up to look at him. “What do you mean?”
    “I don’t think you really know what you’re signing up for here.”
    “I don’t,” she admitted. “But you said it yourself,