Free Noble Wolf (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) by Terra Wolf, Amelia Jade Page B

stairs. She would have to call a cab to come pick her up. Bryce was probably long gone by this time.
    Yet, when she emerged onto the main floor, she found him over at the bar. The same waitress, that Maria girl, was hovering over him. A surge of jealousy flooded through Natasha, igniting a temper that had a long fuse. He was making out with her one moment, then flirting with another girl the next, as soon as he had left her!
    Then she saw the way he shied away as the waitress leaned closer, his movements cringe worthy. Jake and the bartender were doing their best not to laugh, she saw, as the waitress tried to invade Bryce's space some more. As she watched he actually shifted chairs, but she just slid into the now-empty chair next to him, oblivious to the other men laughing at her.
    Bryce wasn't flirting; he was trying to escape. She was still jealous, but her anger transferred to this waitress. Who the hell did she think she was? That was her man the intruder was trying to seduce. With a silent snarl, she propelled herself forward, like a bull charging its target.
    A part of her brain, the rational part, told her that everything that was going on was crazy, but she was no longer listening. Her sights were fixed, locked on target, and she homed in like a heat-seeking missile, unwavering in its dedication. Bryce saw her coming, a smile lighting up his face.
    "Back off," Natasha snapped, her face inches away from the waitress's, who pulled up abruptly in shock at the intrusion. "You," she all but barked at Bryce, before lowering her voice as she whispered in his ear. "Get up. Drive me home. Then fuck my brains out," she ordered, spinning and heading for the door, not waiting to see a response.
    Seconds later, Bryce practically flew by as he raced for the door, holding it open for her as she passed through. The doors thudded closed behind her, committing her to the course of action her words had initiated just moments earlier. True, she knew she could stop at any time, but the parts of her that didn't want to stop were thoroughly in control at this point.
    Even though the seat warmer wasn't turned on in his truck, warmth flowed out from between her legs, rushing up into her chest and face.
    "I'm going to regret saying this, but are you sure?" he asked her as they drove along the city streets, finally breaking the tension-filled silence that had grown around them.
    "Positive," she purred, tentatively reaching her hand out to caress his leg, careful not to get too close to the quickly growing bulge in his pants. The last thing she wanted was to cause an accident by groping him.
    By the time they pulled into the parking lot she had Bryce worked into a fervor, his breath coming in short gasps as she inched closer and closer to the outline of his cock.
    The truck came to a halt with rather more violence than normal as he threw it in park and raced around to her side. Natasha wasn't sure what to expect, but Bryce literally ripping the seatbelt out of its holder, as his other hand snaked around her waist, was not part of it.
    He hauled her out with one arm, the muscles in it twisting and flexing as he lifted her with what seemed superhuman ease. She felt lighter than a feather as he held her pressed against his body, making his way to their rooms.
    "My place or yours?" he growled, nipping at her neck, his hot breath washing across her skin, a stark contrast to the cold air that made her gasp.
    "I'll take the door on the left, please," she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck to help him carry her. He didn't tremble at all, leading her to wonder just how strong he was.
    "We have arrived at your destination," he replied as the door swung open to her room.
    He set her down smoothly, though his hands never left her as they faced each other. Neither of them moved for a moment, staring into each other's eyes, soaking in the moment and the knowledge of what they were about to do. Natasha wasn't a virgin, but rarely had she felt such a