Free Enforcer's Heart: (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Stratton Wolves Book 3) by Mina Carter Page B

was that just in the movies? Her mind raced a mile a minute, feeding possibilities to her, each with a more horrific outcome than the last. Oh shit, she was going to die…
    “Look at me, darlin’. You okay?”
    She lifted her head to meet his gaze and sucked a breath as shock washed over his features. Almost instantly, his expression tightened, hardened, and his eyes flared amber, no blue left.
    “Oh, shit,” she moaned as fire washed over her skin. Skin that felt three sizes too small and scratchy. “It’s bad, isn’t it?”
    A small muscle in the corner of his jaw pulsed. She couldn’t look away, the temptation to lean forward and press her lips against it almost running away with her.
    “Not bad, exactly.” His voice was hoarse, a low, growly note in it that she hadn’t heard before. Her body clenched in response, her clit throbbing in time with her pulse. “You’re turning, Ce. Faster than I’ve ever seen it happen. You’ve already gone into needing.”
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    “Needing? What’s that?” Her voice was husky with her emerging wolf and he had to fight back the howl that wanted to climb the inside of his throat. A howl that, should it emerge, would quickly turn into a howl of possession and claiming. And after Jenna, he had no right to be claiming anyone. His wolf growled, not wanting to think about that bitch and Ce in the same thought.
    She was so delicate in his arms, but at the same time she’d shown such strength of character and personality that even human, she would have tempted him to break his own rules about dating non-shifters. The fact she was undergoing conversion—that already her wolf was powerful enough to push her into her first needing, something that shouldn’t happen until at least a year after infection—almost shattered his control on the spot.
    He held still for a moment as his wolf snarled and fought him. It wanted to claim the female. Now. Before she turned completely and any other males got near.
    The man argued. There was no way he could claim her during her needing. During the heat phase, a female would agree to anything as long as sex was involved. A male could easily get her to agree to mate.
    Yes, sex. Yes . His wolf—a horn-dog at the moment—was more than happy with that idea.
    Her fingers bit into his shoulders when he turned and strode toward the house.
    “Needing. It’s a female’s heat phase.”
    He shouldered the front door open. It was never locked since the place was open to all the pack and their other forms didn’t have pockets for keys.
    It was no more than a few steps to the couch, but it seemed like a thousand miles. Her scent, laden with wildness and need, became chains wrapped around his limbs. His dick jerked savagely in his pants. It wanted out. Wanted to be buried deeply inside her. Wanted now.
    As though she sensed his inner struggle and was determined to torment him further, she moaned and arched her back. The move pressed the swell of her breast against his chest.
    “Is that why I feel so weird?” she moaned, the human color of her eyes almost eaten up now. The darkness of desire and the amber of her new wolf fought for dominance and real estate.
    “Do you have a boyfriend? Lover? Husband?” His own wolf snarled in fury at the question, but he had to ask. He wasn’t an asshole who would use a woman’s vulnerability against her. No meant no. If it meant him locking her in the basement to ride out her heat phase, then he would. Even if it gave him the worst case of blue balls he’d ever had.
    “No.” She shook her head so violently he thought it would spin off her shoulders.
    “What about Tom?” Fuck. He really was determined to punish himself, wasn’t he? The thought of her with the smooth-voiced human sent a wave of jealousy through him so strong he felt fur trying to poke through his skin.
    “Tom?” For a moment she look genuinely confused, then laughed. “ Hell , no! We’re like brother and sister. Ewww, just ewwww! ”
    Thank fuck