Free Cat's Wolf (A Shifter Romance Novella) by Leanne Crabtree Page B

and her skin erupted in goose bumps.
    “You are so beautiful,” he
whispered.
    His hands left her and she glanced
over her shoulder to see him undoing the buttons on his jeans. Greedily she
watched as he freed his erection from the denim. Rhys foot nudged her legs
wider and she readily spread them.
    Then she felt his fingers run up
the inside of her thighs and her legs trembled, going weak. When they reached
the apex of her thighs he let out an appreciative noise to find her wet and
didn’t wait any time, thrusting into her. A gasp left her lips and she braced
her hands better against the mirror as he began to move inside her.
    It was impossible to smother her
moans of pleasure and Rhys didn’t even try as he picked up the pace.
    Minutes later they came and Kaitlin
covered her mouth to try and smother her scream while Rhys growled into her
throat.
    Someone knocked on the door,
“Hello? There best only be one person in there!” The matronly voice sounded
scandalized and Kaitlin bit her lip to stop her laughter.
    Rhys tucked himself back in his
trousers and then gently tugged her jeans back up her thighs. Spinning her to
face him, he lightly brushed her hair into place and then unlocked the door.
    The shop assistant’s mouth dropped
open when she saw them leave the room and then opened and closed like a fish
out of water as Rhys led them past her and out to the main shop.
    Surely they weren’t the first
couple to get amorous in the changing rooms? Or maybe just the first she’d
caught?
    Kaitlin laughed as she linked her
fingers with Rhys’.

 
    Chapter 13
     
    Kaitlin glanced up at The Iron
Pit and frowned. This didn’t feel like a good idea anymore. She couldn't
explain why, she just got the sense that something wasn’t right.
    Rhys placed an arm around her waist
and Brent came up on her other side and together they walked through the open
double doors of the bar.
    The inside of the bar was pretty
basic; wooden bar along one wall, bar stools at it, wooden tables spread
throughout and a snooker table at the back.
    “Do you see him?”
    She scanned the bar looking for
Malachi but it had been years since she’d last seen him and he’d probably
changed a lot in that time.
    Her gaze landed on a table in the
back near the snooker table and she frowned. That guy could be him, she mused.
He had the right hair and height. As if sensing her attention on him, the guy
glanced up and she sucked in a breath. It was him alright. He hadn't changed at
all.
    Malachi’s face showed surprise and
he stood up slowly.
    “Is that him?” Rhys asked, seeing
that she was staring at him.
    It took a few seconds for his words
to sink in and when they did, she nodded slowly.
    Brent and Rhys shared a look before
walking forward; leaving her behind and she frowned, wondering what they were
doing. She hurried to catch up and pushed between them as they reached the
table and threw a glare at each man.
    “Kaitlin?”
    Her attention moved to Malachi.
“Long time, no see, huh?” She allowed herself to remember him back when they’d
been close. He’d had a recklessness about him that had drawn her in like a moth
to a flame. What with her father not letting any boys near her, Malachi had
been the only one brave enough to try. He’d come and sneak her out of the house
in the dead of night and whisk her off to wherever she wanted to go in his beat
up old car. It was on one of those nights they’d had sex.
    “You’re here with wolves?” He
asked, bringing her back to the present. He was staring hard at the men on
either side of her, a frown on his face. “You’re father agrees with this?”
    Kaitlin shook her head and grimaced,
“Not exactly. It’s a long story. Can we join you?”
    Slowly, Malachi sat and gestured to
the unoccupied chairs. They all sat and stared at Malachi while he stared
almost unblinkingly at Kaitlin. It was unsettling and she shifted in her chair.
    Rhys began to growl, a low rumble
deep in his throat that sounded