Free Your Wild Heart by Dena Garson

he left, he may be tempted to return to the office and inflict a little more damage on Bob. If he hadn’t already come to the conclusion he and Isabelle were meant to be, his reaction would have proven it. His reaction had been too swift and powerful to be denied.
    But how did he convince her to stay? And if he did, how would he break the news that once a month he had an uncontrollable need to run wild though the forest as one of the furry, four-legged beasts she had been studying?
    He shook his head to clear it and got out of his truck.
    His gut clenched. What if she wasn’t there?
    He unlocked the door and let himself in as quiet as possible.
    A quick check confirmed the living room was empty and so was the kitchen. He padded down the hall.
    The wet towel hanging over the shower-curtain rod told him she had taken a bath.
    He hardened at the thought of her naked in his house.
    When he stepped into his bedroom, his breath caught in his chest. She lay curled on her side in the middle of his bed, asleep. She had borrowed a T-shirt, but from his vantage point, he couldn’t tell if she wore anything else.
    He drank in the sight. His Wolf roared with a need to claim her.
    Moving silently, he stripped out of his clothes and boots. Before climbing into bed with her, he grabbed a condom from the bedside table. He rolled the sheath in place then slid in next to her. His body molded to hers, causing her to murmur in her sleep.
    He pressed his lips against the tender skin of her neck then down to her shoulder. When he nipped the muscle near her collarbone, she gasped.
    “You’re back,” she said as she rolled to face him.
    “And you’re in my bed,” he growled.
    “I hope you don’t min—”
    He didn’t give her a chance to finish. He devoured her lips as he pulled her tighter against him.
    For a split second, he worried about being too aggressive. His Wolf demanded he take her, and his control had been stretched too far already today.
    But she gave as good as she got.
    Her kisses were a thing of dreams! The flicks of her tongue against his were part timid and part Siren. They teased and tantalized but were gentle enough to hint at her relative inexperience.
    Her leg rode higher and wrapped around his hip. She sank her nails into his shoulder as she struggled to get closer. Her pussy rubbed against his erection, making Wyatt groan.
    She was slick and ready for him.
    He captured her hands and rolled her onto her back.
    “I need you, Izzy. I can’t be gentle with you,” he said through gritted teeth.
    “You don’t have to be.”
    Taking that as permission, he pushed the shirt she wore up and wrapped it around her wrists. After pinning her hands against the pillows above her head, he buried himself in her heat.
    Isabelle sucked in a breath at the invasion, but her pussy quivered around him.
    He slid in, creating a delicious friction, but it wasn’t enough. Deeper. He needed to fill her completely. He needed to mark her.
    With gritted teeth, he withdrew from her body then flipped her onto her belly. He pulled her up onto her knees and positioned himself behind her. He drank in the sight of her rounded ass and curved spine. Unable to control himself for a single second longer, he grabbed her hip and aimed his cock at her opening.
    With one thrust, and he was back in heaven. She squirmed and pushed against him, trying to impale herself upon him, but he kept a firm grip on her hips, denying her any leverage.
    The mewing sounds she made in protest sent heat spiraling to his crotch.
    He reached around her waist and found her clit. He teased the tiny bud with his finger, making her freeze. As soon as she responded to the stimulation, he renewed his thrusts. He felt the familiar tingle in his balls and knew he was close. As he struggled to hold off, he nipped her shoulder.
    Isabelle threw her head backward and cried, “Oh!”
    The quivering of her pussy around him was the final straw. Thunder roared in his ears as he came with