Wicked and Wild – Kindred Tales Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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“They’re my Clan markings,” R’orn said shortly. “They tell what kind of Wulven I am.”

“And what kind are you?” She finished setting up the phone and came to stand in front of him. They were between the fire and the bed and the firelight shone through her flimsy white gown, making it nearly see-through. R’orn tried not to look but he found it was almost impossible.

“I’m a Cursed Wulven,” he said at last, his mouth dry.

“Cursed? Cursed how?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Cursed because my kind of Wulven Kindred has a Beast that is more…I guess you could say more beastly,” R’orn tried to explain. “With other Wulven Kindred, their Beast looks like the male who carries it—maybe just a little harrier and with glowing eyes. But my Beast, well…it looks more like an animal. Like what you humans call a ‘wolfman’ with fur all over and a wolf’s face and tail. Or I assume it would—I’ve never let him out before. Ever.”

Why was he telling her this? He didn’t know—it almost felt like some outside force had taken control of his mouth and was causing him to spill all his secrets—to reveal all the things that kept him from ever taking a mate. For no female would want to deal with the creature he kept inside him—she wouldn’t be able to tame it unless she allowed the Beast to take her—unless she submitted to his animalistic lust.

And no female in the world—in the galaxy or the universe—wanted to submit to the frightening creature that lived inside him. R’orn was certain of that.

“Is your Beast scary? Is that why you can’t let him out?”

Samantha took a step closer to him and reached up to trace the curving black ink on his bare chest. Her light touch seemed to set a fire inside him.

“Don’t.” R’orn caught her hand with his own to stop her, but then he didn’t want to let her go. They were standing so close he could look down into her deep blue eyes and see the firelight shining in them. She had taken off the pale makeup she usually wore and he thought she looked even more lovely without it.

“Why not? Are you afraid I’ll wake up your Beast? Make him come out?” She was taunting him now, looking up at him with a slight smile on her luscious lips—lips he suddenly wanted badly to kiss.

“He can’t come out unless it’s a full moon,” R’orn said hoarsely. “But if you wake him, he’ll become very…demanding.”

“Oh? And what might he demand?” she asked, still smiling.

From the corner of his eye, R’orn saw a flicker in the silver mirror. Was there someone else there with them? Someone making him want to do things he knew he shouldn’t? He tried to push the thought away. But at the same time, he felt it again—those ghostly fingers on his shoulder, urging him on.

“He might demand that I suck your ripe nipples,” he growled softly, letting go of her hand and cupping one full breast instead.

Samantha gave a little gasp but didn’t pull away as he gently thumbed her nipple, which had gone tight.

“He…he might?” Her breath came out low and breathless and her pupils had dilated, making her eyes drowning deep.

“Fuck yes, he might, sweetheart,” R’orn growled. He released her breast but immediately tugged at the sleeves of her robe, which slithered off her shoulders and fell in a heap at her feet. He watched as his hands reached up again and plucked at the thin straps holding her white silk and lace nightgown in place. It was like watching someone else as they pulled the straps down, causing the top of the gown to slip until her full breasts were revealed in the firelight.

“What…what are you doing?” Samantha half moaned, but she didn’t try to stop him when he cupped her bare breasts again and began tugging lightly at her nipples.

“What my Beast demands,” R’orn said, but again it was as though someone else was speaking through him.

She was too short and he was too tall for him to reach her comfortably with his mouth. R’orn lifted her by the waist and set her on the end of the bed, making her gasp. Then he knelt before her and pressed his face between her breasts. Gods, her skin was so soft and she smelled so good—a warm, feminine scent that made his cock ache when he inhaled it.

“Ohhhh,” Samantha moaned as he sucked one tight nipple into his mouth and began teasing it with his tongue. “Oh, R’orn—we probably shouldn’t…shouldn’t do this!”

He let her nipple slip from his mouth for a moment.

“Fuck, yes we should, sweetheart,” he growled. “Now be a good girl and give me your other nipple to suck—I want to make your pussy wet.”

Moaning, she thrust her breasts out, offering them to him as he had demanded. R’orn cupped them in his hands and sucked the other nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth to suck hard and long until she gasped and tugged at his hair.


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