Free Dimitri (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 6) by Kym Grosso Page A

I’m not in a pack. Tigers don’t do packs.”
    “But wolves do.”
    “Yeah, but I’m not…”
    “You’re hybrid. Somewhere inside you, your wolf lies in wait.”
    “No. No, she doesn’t,” she said flatly. Gillian felt her pulse race at the thought of turning wolf. “I’m a tiger.”
    Dimitri considered Gillian’s denial of her wolf. Maybe she was right. He’d never met a tiger hybrid. It was rare. He’d seen her shift, and she was one hundred percent feline, yet his gut told him there was more. Something about the way she’d already submitted without intending to do so.
    “Well, my little kitten, you know what you are. But the lesson for you is that often the strongest submit for reward. Within a pack and in other areas of life as well.” I’d like you to submit to me , he thought. Hell, yes…on your hands and knees, with me driving into you from behind. The fleeting thought was all it took to stiffen his dick.
    Noticing a smudge, he reached out, cupping her chin. He dragged his thumb across her bottom lip, catching the chocolate. When she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, Dimitri hesitated, wondering if she would stop him. Instead of resisting, she pressed her cheek into his hand and closed her eyes. Her lips took his thumb into her mouth, licking its tip.
    The temptation was too great, Dimitri knew. He’d be taking advantage if he made love to her. His stomach churned, aware that with any other female, he’d bed her and leave her without a second thought. Wolves were sexual creatures, yet Gillian wasn’t truly lupine. It wasn’t fair to her to let her think that they could have some kind of a long-distance relationship. Exercising what he didn’t know existed in control, Dimitri gently pulled his hand away.
    Gillian’s heavy lids opened, her chest heaving slightly from the exchange. The delicious taste of his skin lingered in her mouth. Where is he going? She clung to the sheet as he pushed off the bed. She opened her mouth to speak but held back the words that faltered on her tongue. Never before had she felt so drawn to a man. And for the first time in her life, she didn’t care what kind of shifter he was, nor did she care if all she felt was pure lust and nothing more. All that mattered was that this beta called to her heart, causing her breath to catch. The nervous butterflies in her stomach weren’t just dancing; these babies were moving full tilt into a heated Paso Doble.
    “Where’re you going?” Gillian breathed. She blinked her eyes, disbelieving that he’d left her alone.
    “I’m just gonna sleep over here for a while, let you get some rest. You’ve had a tough day,” Dimitri mumbled, gesturing to the couch. He set the bowl on the night table.
    “Okay,” she said softly, disappointed that he hadn’t continued.
    She settled back down into the mattress, bringing the fluffy white cotton down comforter up to her chin. The weight of the blanket did little to ameliorate the tingling that singed her skin. But she felt as if it somehow hid her true feelings, the desire to make love to the wolf. A deep breath centered her thoughts. It was short lived as she took sight of Dimitri stripping off his pants.
    His curved glutes flexed in the dim light. Even though she’d seen him nearly nude when she’d dragged him into bed after he’d been injured, sex had been the furthest thing on her mind. But now? Lust was paramount, coursing through her veins. It was so wrong…so very, very wrong.
    She knew she’d be breaking her rules. But it was only one teensy weensy night, she reasoned. Her tiger couldn’t possibly have time to decide if she wished to submit, to give herself over to a wolf. In the morning, she’d be off on a plane, never seeing him again. Jax would provide her with protection, and she’d go back to her safe but otherwise uneventful life.
    By the time her eyes switched over to night vision, Dimitri had yanked a spare blanket off the shelf, shielding his yummy