Free Howl at the Moon by LeTeisha Newton Page B

him. His wolf didn’t want her. His wolf already knew exactly who it wanted. That woman had dared to bring another man into his domain and into her personal space. She had dared to kiss another man, another fact that Sharice had been happy to divulge. He’d stalked into that office, directed by his nose, right to another man. That man had also dared to come into his office and lecture him.
    After that, his need had overridden his brain.
    Tatiana had tasted so good on his lips. She was like spun sugar he could lap up for hours. He could smell her all over him, as if her pussy was still riding his face. His cock was still throbbing to get inside of her. When she’d told him she wanted him inside of her, it took everything in him to stop himself from taking her. His wolf, and his father’s warning, had stopped him. The wolf in him was tearing at his insides to get to its mate. A mate, and a commitment, that Clyde didn’t want, no matter how pretty the package was. His chest ached, but it was true. Tatiana would be hurt by him. He couldn’t settle. He didn’t want to settle and that was what she deserved. Even if she seemed to want nothing more than what she got when they came together, she would. He could sense it. She was a forever girl, and he didn’t want anyone like that.
    No matter what the wolf in him wanted.
    The wolf was hard enough to come to terms with. He, Clyde Mansil, was no longer human. Had never been human. A fact that his father had hidden from him all of his life. What little Clyde knew about werewolves, if that was what he was, was only what he saw in movies. He’d never felt the urge to howl at a full moon or shift. He’d never had a craving for raw meat, even if he liked his steak medium-rare. That was for taste purposes only. Nothing more. He didn’t know how to control the new part of him.
    If he were honest, that was what truly stopped him from taking Tatiana.
    He couldn’t control the needs of his wolf. The wolf wanted to claim her, shift and mark her forever as his. The wolf wanted to do something to his cock. He could feel the heavy pressure in the center, as if the skin was too tight and would swell at any moment. He didn’t know what was happening to his body.
    What he did know was the cause, and the cure, was the one woman he could not have, no matter what. Later tonight, since she would not be coming to him, he’d go run his wolf. His father had at least passed along that necessary knowledge. If he didn’t merge with his mate, then his wolf would need an outlet very often. Clyde would have to learn to deal. He didn’t have a choice.
    He could take Tatiana under no circumstances.
    Shaking his head, he pulled his Evora S in front of La Colombe D’Or. A hotel, restaurant, bistro, and so much more in one, Clyde had fallen in love with the spot first time Tatiana had organized a business dinner there. He’d never taken his business anywhere else. You could find any setting you wanted there, from terrace dinning to the main dining room. Tatiana had outdone herself when she found that gem. Growling again, when he realized he was still thinking of the damn woman. He stepped inside the restaurant and was escorted to his customary seat, where he waited for Brad Marshall. Brad was one of the few businessmen he also called friend. Outside of his VP, there weren’t many of those.
    Brad, though a trust-fund baby, made a name for himself through stock trading and in import and export. When he’d come to Clyde for some investments, he hadn’t hesitated. Brad had a whipcord mind and even sharper business acumen. Only his VP, Nique Matherson, was better, if Clyde was asked. It was why Nique was his right hand. He could leave the company for a monthlong vacation and never pick up his phone and would never have to worry about a thing. That was what he liked about Nique. Tonight, though he was taking care of his own business. A vacation would be great right now. But, he just couldn’t seem to get