Free Wolf's Desire by Ambrielle Kirk Page A

around.”
    “Keira. Wait! Keira, right?” There was a pause on the line. “You can do him more harm than good by taking him to this hospital.”
    “This is nonsense,” she whispered.
    “What is nonsense?” This time the voice was one she recognized. It was Aiden. He was wide awake and looking straight at her. “And who are you talking to?”
    Shocked, the phone slipped from her hand and dropped to the floor. Her gaze skimmed across Aiden’s smudged face, and then dropped to observe his wounded side.
    W hen she saw that new skin had closed over the holes, her hand went to her mouth in shock. Impossible. The bullets that were once there—all three of them—lie on the floor beside his seat.
    What the heck? What kind of dream was she having?
    Her gaze roamed slowly back up to his face. His eyes had turned feral and swirled in a myriad of muted colors. His teeth were…
    Her screamed hitched in her throat and she made a dash for it.
    In only seconds, she lay sandwiched between some duffle bags and rock hard male. Her heart pounded and heat from his body blended into hers causing an inferno amid them. Blood rushed through her feverishly, but she was frozen beneath him. She focused on the face of the man who’d protected her. He’d saved her life.
    His manhood, just as hard as the man himself, pressed up against her stomach. He dipped his head low so that his lips swept over her face. The canines that she’d spotted between his lips felt cold against her neck, but she lifted her chin as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her to do.
    “Where were you taking me?” ‘Keira.’ His voice was in her head. It caressed her body. It was inside her.
    She panted. “To the hospital.”
    “I told you not to do that,” he whispered against her throat. His fingers slid down her hips, then gripped her backside, lifting her up closer to him. “A hard head makes a soft ass.” A growl rumbled in his throat sending shivers down her back.
    Keira cried out when the heat of his erection pushed at her center. Even through clothes, she could literally feel him pulsing against her. She wanted him inside her, filling her where she most needed it.
    “I didn’t want you to die,” she said, then slid her fingers across his abdomen to his side. “What happened to the wound? What are you?”
    When he didn’t answer, she traced the curves and indentat ions of his chest up to his chin. He was definitely a man. The erection pressing against her hips confirmed this. But what ordinary man could dispel bullets in less than hour with no medical intervention?
    Aiden turned his face into her palm and inhaled. She outlined his profile, touching her fingertips to his eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and jaw. Everything seemed normal...on the outside.
    She should have been afraid, but instead she was aroused.
    Her digits rested on his mouth, right where she’d seen the canine-type teeth. They weren’t there anymore, but it was probably because he had his mouth closed. She pressed lightly at the seam of his lips and he parted them.
    When he took her fingers into his mouth, her pussy clenched in intense need. He slid his tongue up her finger, like licking an ice cream cone as it melted, and gently sucked. Her clit throbbed, ready to be teased to satisfaction.
    Keira felt like the ice cream cone. Like she was melting under his heat.
    He took her hand and placed it back against the side of his face, and she pulled him down bringing him in for a kiss.
    Aiden’s lips felt like heaven against hers. He demanded entry and their tongues united in dance. He sipped at her lips gently and slowly. Then he took her mouth hard and deeply. Her palm had moved from his cheek to the top of his head. Her fingers wound tightly in his hair. She wanted much more. She craved something she had not desired in a very long time.
    He grabbed her at the thighs, opening her legs wider to fit his body. The ends of her dress were bunched above her hips, and she was bared