Primal (Wolf Ranch #7) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Forbidden, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Wolf Ranch Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
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“Fuck!” Cody muttered. His grasp didn’t loosen. His arm banded about my bare torso where my t-shirt rode up. He might’ve put clothes on me but not a bra.

“Don’t squirm. Don’t fight. For fuck’s sake, don’t run,” he growled.

“Why?” I cried. “You’re going to eat me!”

He went completely still. Completely rigid, and I felt every hard inch of him. Every inch. And he didn’t growl with words this time. He literally growled.

“If you don’t hold still, I will throw you down in the grass, and I will eat you. I can smell how turned on you are right now. I know that pussy of yours is wet and ripe for licking.”

His words–filthy and obscenely hot–had me going slack. He wanted to eat my pussy? Mr. McIntire?

We were both breathing hard and perhaps now for a different reason than a mad dash.

“Yes, your pussy,” he repeated, as if he wanted to make sure I understood. “The only danger you’re in with me is passing out from the orgasms I give you.”

I had absolutely no idea what to say to that. Guys I’d dated never talked that way. Sure, I’d made out with a few of them, and I knew all of them wanted sex–what guy didn’t?–but they didn’t speak so boldly. So… plainly.

“A word of warning,” he continued, his arm giving me a little squeeze. “Don’t run from a wolf. My wolf loves a chase, and you, sugar, just gave him one.”

5

CODY

“I won’t run again.” Riley looked up at me with wide eyes.

I kept my gaze focused on my task–tying her to the headboard. Holy fuck. She was mine. There was zero question now. Not with how she’d run and my wolf sensing it as her leaving but also as a more primal need to be chased and claimed. To be bitten and fucked. The fact that she’d done it without a bra, her perky tits bouncing beneath the thin t-shirt as she went, made it even more potent. Running and teasing my wolf to go after her.

I carried her into the house–tossed over my shoulder with one arm over her thighs–and grabbed a length of rope from the mud room on the way back to the bedroom.

Dropping her onto the bed–where my wolf practically howled with satisfaction–she bounced once before I began to secure her one wrist. There was plenty of slack; she could move around, even stand beside the bed, but she wasn’t running off again.

She was right where I wanted her.

“I know,” I said, once I calmed my wolf.

“Then don’t tie me up.”

I heard the tinge of fear in her voice, and I stilled my hands as I finished the knot. Met her dark gaze. In the past, I knew her as a friend of Tyler’s. Saw her at school events, around town with a gang of friends. Never this close. I’d never once thought the color of her eyes was like the finest whiskey. Or that her pulse was thrumming in her neck where I wanted to lick. That her tits were a perfect handful and begging to be played with.

She was young. I don’t do young. She had a life ahead of her I’d already done. Dreams solidified. If I made her mine, I’d be taking all that away from her. Locking her into a life with a fucking forty-year-old.

“I did this wrong,” I admitted, my fingers stilling on the rope.

“You think?” she snapped, dark eyes filled with fire.

“Tyler told me about your time by the river,” I explained.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

“Heard about the kiss.”

Her cheeks turned bright red, and she glanced away.

“That you both found it… lacking. Yes?”

Smart girl that she was, she only nodded.

“But you were drawn to him.”

She nodded again.

“That’s because he’s my son, and you are my mate.” I rushed on because there was no doubt she had a million questions.

Her gaze whipped to mine, and her brows shot up. “Excuse me?”

I climbed up beside her on the bed. I wanted to straddle her waist, hold her down, and explain myself with a long, claiming kiss, but I’d already fucked this one up pretty good. If I wanted to make her understand, I needed to stop scaring the poor girl. One way to do that was untie her, but that wasn’t happening.

So I’d continue to unintentionally scare her and try to explain at the same time.

“Every shifter has one true mate,” I began. “The female who nature deemed perfect for you. Some believe it’s fate, not nature. It’s true that it’s more than a biological match–it’s a true connection. Since there’s only one, and your mate could be anywhere in the world, most of us don’t even hope to find ours.” I stabbed my fingers through my hair. “Like me. Especially when you’ve stayed in the same small town you grew up in and had a kid.”


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