Free Wanted By The Billionaire Wolf (Heroes of Shifter Creek 4) by Clara Moore Page A

waitress.
    “Well, as long as you’re sober enough to give you speech, drink away. You’ve earned it- this one is going to be huge, I can feel it.” I smiled sincerely at her, trying to instill some confidence. It helped that I really did think her new book was going to make a really impression on the community, but try telling that to a newbie author who you’ve put in a dress against her will.
    I felt a hand on my waist, and turned around. Harry.
    “Why, hello there, Kelly, I was wondering when I’d get to see you again,” his smile was that big, cocky grin I recognised from when he had worn it while spunking in my mouth. I blushed bright red at the memory, and tried to regain my composure.
    “Harry, how great that you could make it.”
    “You’ve done a great job here, Kelly, you should be very proud,” he responded, casting his eyes across the room and taking another sip of his champagne. Then he leant in next to my ear, his mouth only a few inches from my skin. “But I was wondering if you wanted to skip the party and let me give you that orgasm you’ve been waiting for.”
    I gasped, trying to disguise to shock and arousal on my face as I processed what he’d just said. But then I looked up at him, really took him in, and realized I didn’t give a damn whether he made me come or not. I was just into his power- there was something intoxicating about handing over my control, of having it taken from me like that. But past that he was cocky, and arrogant, and rude, and probably every HR department’s worst nightmare. More to the point, he would probably never genuinely associate with a woman like me- I was far too déclassé for his refined tastes, no doubt. Sure, it would be a fun time for a while, but did I really want to hook up with a man who saw me as so below him that my orgasms didn’t really matter either way?
    Leaning in to his ear, I whispered back “I don’t think so,” and sauntered on my way. Hmm, it felt damn good to turn him down- see how he likes being disappointed for once. I didn’t want to turn around and ruin the illusion of my aloofness, so I carried on walking and tried to picture what I thought his shocked expression must look like right now. I didn’t need to fuck a billionaire to prove that I was desirable- I needed to fuck a guy who actually wanted me. And just as that thought crossed my mind, I saw Patrick enter the room, all done up in a smart suit, his hair in disarray as if he’d forgotten that this was black tie. I immediately made my way over to him, and began to pat down his messy mop.
    “Pat, come on, you look like-“
    “I dumped her, Kelly,” He said, his voice brimming with anticipation and nervousness. “I did it. It’s over.”
“You…you guys split?” I was taken aback. But then, that was exactly what I wanted.
    “Yeah. I was thinking about what you were saying, about being sure, and I wasn’t sure, and then, yesterday, in your office…” he gestured vaguely, and I tilted my head at him.
    “In my office, what?” I wanted to hear him say it.
    He looked at me, his eyes searing into mine. “When you bent over in front of me, and I got a look at your cunt, I knew I couldn’t in good conscious marry another woman without at least fucking you first.”
    His voice was clear, and a few people around us quietened down as his words rang out. I shushed him, trying to contain my excitement.
    I leant in closer to him, allowing him to feel my lips against his ear. “I need you to fuck me, Patrick. I don’t care how you do it, but I just want to feel your cock filling me up till I cum.”
    There was that short intake of breath again, somewhere between shock and intense arousal, and he slid an arm firmly around my waist.
    “Now.”
    “What?”
    “Let’s do it here. Now. You find us a back room, and I will fuck your brains out till you’re screaming my name. Is that clear?” He voice was softer, but firmer, and I couldn’t believe this was the young