Free How to Tame a Werewolf: Seven Brides for Seven Shifters, Book 3 by Thalia Eames

Ian’s concentration to hold her a few inches away from his body because he had no hopes of containing her. But then, as though to test his resolve, a silky bare boob hit him in the face and a thigh brushed past his erection. Oh yeah, he had to put an end to the madness.
    “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow it down. I’m a man, Kitty. An actual man with a—”
    She wasn’t listening and he suddenly realized she was bare butt to the wind naked in a public park. Shifters didn’t care about nudity so it hadn’t immediately bothered him. But now that he thought about it, they were lucky someone hadn’t screamed at them or called the cops.
    He grabbed her by her waist and turned her sideways, the way he did with toddlers in his pack when one escaped the bath and refused to let anyone put their clothes on. Rue seemed to enjoy it as much as the cubs in his pack did. She cooed and said, “This is fun! Jiggle me. Jiggle wiggle wiggle!” Ian burst out laughing and nearly dropped her.
    Somehow he held on and managed to get her black shorts shoved up her long luscious legs. She was no help at all, so he didn’t bother with her panties. She was too giggly and jiggly for him to try.
    Rue broke free and starting spinning on the bridge like a superhero. Ian took a moment to ask himself how repressed his poor little kitty was for a sip of wine to set her loose to whole new levels of wacky. He decided to find out. Perhaps he’d been wrong about no one leashing her. She seemed to have chained herself up pretty well with guilt over whatever had happened to her family.
    A twinge of concern for this woman who’d struck his life like a bolt of lightning overtook Ian. Her desperation to fix her past made her more than a little delusional and he knew it wouldn’t end well. He’d seen the look on her father’s face, the hatred that lashed out of the man in a violent slap across his daughter’s face. So Ian knew no memory on earth, even one as pleasant as Rue’s, would fix that.
    But he’d never tell her.
    He’d never take away her hope because she needed to believe to keep going. Ian could see that in her unguarded moments. Kitty was lonely. She wasn’t stupid or a fool, she simply needed to keep believing. Without the fantasy that she could bring her family back together she would fall apart. And he didn’t want to see that happen. He wouldn’t allow it.
    Ducking under her swinging arms, Ian dumped her striped T-shirt over her head. Gotcha. Wait. Damn, he’d imprisoned her arms inside the cotton and they were stuck to her sides. Unperturbed, Rue started jumping around making robot sounds. “Oop. Eep. Oop opt opt. Oop. Eep. Oop opt opt.” All while she bounced from one leg to the other, never moving her arms.
    What the hell? Ian fell back against the railing of the bridge laughing. He couldn’t help it. This woman wasn’t merely from another planet. She’d crashed into this dimension from a whole other plane of existence.
    “I’m so happy,” she exclaimed.
    When she heard his laughter she ran over to him, bounced off his front, staggered back and bounced off his front again. “I’m stuck in my T-shirt,” she sang. “Help me. Help me, Spock.”
    Ian unleashed the claw on his right index finger and cut the seams down each side of her T-shirt. Rue’s arms unfurled like wings. She flapped around, apparently pleased with her freedom of movement. Of course, all that flapping gave Ian more mouth-watering views of her breasts. To save himself from the agony of two long years without a woman he grabbed and tied the loose hems of her shirt together on each side. She looked like a hippy but those delicious breasts were covered. That’s all he needed to make it through.
    Then Rue started to spin again. On one rotation she caught Ian in the chin and sent him tumbling off the side of the bridge. On the way down he smacked his head on the stone ledge before he splashed into the pond.
    It was cold. And his head hurt. He must’ve struck it