Series: Shifter Ops Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
All I know is she’s killing me.
I swear to fate, she’s been purposely trying to tempt me since that day she told me she loved me as a brother. Walking around in a short, silky robe at night. Moaning when she’s alone in her bed.
I heard her vibrator going last night and nearly beat down the door to get to her.
All I can say is, thank Fate Geo needs to run in the woods every night because it’s the only thing that helps me keep the edge off.
Right now, she’s in a bra top and tight little shorts. Her toned legs look amazing, and her ass…
Aw, fuck.
I can’t stop the low growl that comes rocketing out of my mouth when she pushes that ass back toward me. She walks her hands backward toward her feet and holds onto her ankles, looking through her legs at me.
That’s when I see it. Or rather, don’t see it. The wedding band is gone from her finger.
Oh, fuck.
“Hey, Channing.” Her voice sounds throaty. Sexy as hell.
I sprout a chub. “What”--I clear my throat– “What are you doing?”
“Yoga. What’s it look like?”
I can’t stop myself from prowling closer. Far too close. “Need help?” I shouldn’t have said it.
Brotherly.
Loves me like a brother.
But she took the ring off. Maybe she’s just cleaning it? Or was putting on lotion? Maybe she doesn’t wear it when she does yoga?
“No.” She flows through some more poses, then lingers in the same position, with her ass turned back toward me.
I reach for her hips without even knowing I’m going to do it. My hands grip the sides of her pelvis, another growl erupting from my lips.
I expect Julia to get pissed. Maybe kick me in the face.
Instead, she freezes. Like she’s waiting to see what I’ll do next.
I need to back the fuck off. Get my hands off my brother’s mate. I force myself to release her and take a step back.
She stands and turns, her cheeks flushed from being upside down.
“Can you lift your leg above your head?” I go for light and flirty. My playboy persona.
“Why?”
“Could come in handy.” I wink and turn to walk away.
I scent her arousal before I do, and it takes everything in me not to whirl, pick her up and carry her to her bedroom. Or better yet, drop to that yoga mat and…
Nope. Not happening.
Except, why not? She may say she loves me as a brother, but her body is responding to mine. Maybe I just need to give her a little pleasure. Get her to shift her perspective of me.
Oh. Fuck me.
From her bedroom, I hear the sound of that damn vibrator again. A tiny whimper.
I can’t help it. I’m reaching for her bedroom doorknob before I’ve even decided to move. And once inside…I can’t stop myself.
Julia’s on her back, the vibrator shoved inside the yoga shorts to get at her clit, her eyes wild.
I force myself to walk slowly. Not to take a flying leap to land on the bed and cover her body with my own.
She locks gazes with me as she works the tool between her legs, and I know my eyes must change color because I can feel the heat and prickle of the Change trying to come over me. My wolf wants to mark her. I haven’t even kissed her yet, and he’s ready.
“Now, can I help?” My voice is sandpaper.
She sucks in a ragged breath but doesn’t answer. Just keeps those dark eyes fixed on mine. Holds the vibrator still as her hips buck against it.
The room spins. My cock is harder than marble.
“What are you thinking of?”
She pants. “Nothing…”
“Try again. Julia, what are you thinking about when you pleasure yourself?”
She stops moving.
“Don’t stop,” I command. I don’t mean to, but some of that alpha command infuses my voice, and she goes at it with wanton need, throwing her head back and moaning as she grinds her hips over the wand.
“You,” she whispers, voice hoarse. “I was thinking of you.”
Satisfaction flows through me from head to dick. I’m pretty desperate to get between her legs and finish the job, but I also don’t want to change a single thing about this moment. About seeing Julia like this, wild and abandoned, desperate to get off while she thinks of me.
“Good girl.”
Her hips judder as if my praise is enough to make her come.
“Keep touching.” The alpha command shimmers in the syllables. Humans don’t usually respond to it the way wolves do, but apparently Julia finds it sexy. She must like a little domination in the bedroom.
I stand at the foot of her bed, gaze intent on my beautiful female.
I reach for her yoga shorts and tug them off, so I can see the place between her legs.
She’s making needy sounds in her throat now. Keening and whining. Desperation to come soaks every syllable.