New Law Shifters Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Shape Shifters Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
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“C’mon, Rita. I got shit to do,” he tells the woman, even though he doesn’t try to stop her as she pulls him into the room.

The woman pushes him backwards on the bed, grabbing for the button on his jeans. “C’mon, Bruin, I want to see your huge cock.”

I sit there as quietly as possible, but I can’t stop myself from looking. The woman pulls his pants down his hips and frees his cock. Even though he’s not hard, his cock is long and thick and I can’t take my eyes off him.

Chapter 3

Bruin

I want to tell Rita no, but the praise she’s giving my dick is amusing. She’s a club twinkie and I’m pretty sure that Sayer is about to claim her. I doubt he knows that she’s not wanting to be claimed, though. Not the way she’s pushing herself on me. I fully intended to push her away before she started kissing and licking me, but I’d been distracted by the sound I heard in the closet and the smell that fills the room.

Someone is in there.

Being a bear shifter, I notice everything. And right now, I can hear someone in the closet, trying to take calming, controlled breaths. I also notice her scent. I’ve never smelled it before, but I’m taking deep breaths trying to drag it in, already addicted to it.

I can feel the eyes of someone on me but it isn’t a predatory gaze. The sensation that rushes over my body is more like a curious hot stroke over my cock and my dick twitches at the thought.

I look down at the carpeted floor near the closet doors instead of directly at them to see movement behind the slats and can make out the full feminine figure behind the doors.

Whoever it is, she’s got big, round full breasts and the thought of the sexy stranger watching me get a blow job turns me on a lot more than Rita and her efforts. I look at Rita and realize that she’s not even touching me. She’s merely staring between my legs and I grab her by the shoulders and push her away. She barely notices as she works her hand between her thighs.

I leave Rita on the bed and edge a little closer to the closet, but before I can make it to the doors to open them and find out who is behind them, Lisa, one of the club sluts, comes bursting into the room with Deator, Ronan, Johnny, Zeus and Teddy.

They all ignore the half-naked Rita on the bed pleasuring herself. Lisa points to the closet. “She’s in there.”

My first instinct is to stop them. I don’t know why, but I don’t want all of my men, my brothers, seeing her. The urge to stop Deator is strong, but I contain myself barely.

Deator opens the doors wide and stands back. Johnny has a gun drawn and is pointing it straight at the closet. One false move and he will obliterate whoever is in there, I have no doubt.

We all peer inside the closet and there stands a blond-haired woman, a shifter, I realize when I look at her closely. She looks vaguely familiar and when she raises her chin, her light blue eyes pierce me, and it’s then I recognize her resemblance. There’s only one person that I’ve seen with eyes like hers. She is related to Alban, a member of the rival Eaters MC.

Her eyes flick down my body and when they land on my exposed hard cock, it grows even harder. She licks her lips and just the sight of her extended pink tongue sends a jolt through my body. I tell myself she’s an Eater; she’s off limits. My mind obeys, but not my body. Pre-cum drips to the floor, but I’m not watching that; no, I’m watching her and she’s watching me.

The Eater should be scared, she should be begging for her life right now, but instead she’s staring at me and my hard cock. Trying to get some kind of control, I stuff my hard cock back into my pants and button up. When she no longer has my cock to stare at, her gaze moves up my body and finally settles on my face. There’s a hint of fear in her eyes, but even looking at her, I know that if need be, she can hold her own. I have a feeling this is not the worst situation that she’s ever been in and that that thought alone has me rubbing my hand across my chest and trying to figure out exactly what’s going through my head. Why do I care?

She’s an Eater, hiding in my closet. Was she sent here to spy or is she an assassin? I look around the room at the bloodthirsty looks on the men around me. They’re out to get the Eaters and they won’t hesitate to use her to get their revenge.


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