Found: True Mates Book 0.5 (BBW Wolf Shifter Romance) (A Craggstone Paranormal Romance) by Olivia Arran Page B
Authors: Olivia Arran
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my chest. Fuck, she was cold, her skin freezing where it touched mine. I brushed a tangle of long, dark hair away from her face, staring in wonder at the plump cheeks and generous lips that were revealed.
Mine… my wolf growled, pawing at my skin, demanding that I taste her.
For a split second my mouth hovered over hers, his demands urging on my own, then I froze.
I am not an animal, to take advantage of an unconscious woman! I shoved my wolf back down inside, and securing my precious cargo in my arms, turned and sprinted as fast as I could back to my cabin.
There would be plenty of time to taste.
A steady trail of blood dripped down my arms, marking my path through the forest. I sent a prayer to the Mother of All. Damn it — there had to be…
CHAPTER TWO
Adam
Throwing open the door, I strode across the small room, snagging a blanket off the back of the couch on my way to the fire. Embers still glowed in the hearth, flickering and sparking with gentle warmth. I carefully laid the mysterious woman down on the thick wool rug, as near to the heat as I dared — she was frozen to the bone.
She didn’t move, not even a flicker of her long dark lashes.
I took a small, delicate hand in my own bigger ones, and started rubbing vigorously, watching as the sluggish circulation started to revive, the pinkness of health returning. My gaze wandered, tracking her skin, snagging and stumbling over her voluptuous curves.
Water. Bowl. Cloths. Rapidly draping the blanket over her luscious body — damn it, now was not the time to ogle — I darted over to the kitchen part of the room, grabbing what I needed. She was going to make it. She had to. I had the strangest feeling…
Carefully balancing the bowl of hot water and cloths, I crouched down next to her, and gently wiped a smear of blood from her face.
“Who are you?” I wondered aloud. “And what happened to you in the forest?” My questions fell on deaf ears, the only sign of life the jagged rise and fall of her chest, as she stubbornly clung onto life.
“Keep fighting, sweetheart. I have a feeling that you are very important to me. Extremely important…” I whispered, wiping away a little more blood. Where was it coming from? With light fingers I felt her scalp, my hand coming away sticky with blood. A head wound. Shit.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fix you right up,” I muttered, reaching for a clean strip of cloth. Tilting her head, I wound the fabric around, pulling it tight, all the while watching her face for a reaction. Any reaction.
Still nothing.
What the hell was I supposed to do now? I wasn’t a healer, I was a fighter! My fists tightened in frustration, a growl of helplessness spilling from my throat.
A flicker. A gasp, the smallest sound — barely even a croak.
She’d heard me!
My wolf thrust to the surface, forcing another growl from my chest.
This time a faint moan.
She hears us… snarled my wolf, battering at my skin. She is our true mate…start the bond, we can save her…
What? My head reeled as my wolf growled in my head. She is? I had thought— I mean, I knew she was special, but…
Taste…
If it were true…and we could save her. I stared down at the injured woman, and for the first time I let myself look at every inch of her. Damn, she was perfect! Curved in all the right places, her skin — even smudged with blood and dirt — was tanned and smooth. My heart lodged in my throat even as my cock swelled, thick and hard in my jeans. Heavy breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples, a curved waist, and wide plump hips framing a mound of dark curls.
I swallowed hard — I had to know. Just a taste…
Leaning down, I stared at her face — willing her to open her eyes. To speak, so I could hear her voice… My eyes never leaving hers, I hovered, my breath heating her closed lips.
This was it. The moment of truth. Was she my true mate?
***
Claire
The barest whisper of a touch upon my lips, a caress lighting a fire deep inside
Mine… my wolf growled, pawing at my skin, demanding that I taste her.
For a split second my mouth hovered over hers, his demands urging on my own, then I froze.
I am not an animal, to take advantage of an unconscious woman! I shoved my wolf back down inside, and securing my precious cargo in my arms, turned and sprinted as fast as I could back to my cabin.
There would be plenty of time to taste.
A steady trail of blood dripped down my arms, marking my path through the forest. I sent a prayer to the Mother of All. Damn it — there had to be…
CHAPTER TWO
Adam
Throwing open the door, I strode across the small room, snagging a blanket off the back of the couch on my way to the fire. Embers still glowed in the hearth, flickering and sparking with gentle warmth. I carefully laid the mysterious woman down on the thick wool rug, as near to the heat as I dared — she was frozen to the bone.
She didn’t move, not even a flicker of her long dark lashes.
I took a small, delicate hand in my own bigger ones, and started rubbing vigorously, watching as the sluggish circulation started to revive, the pinkness of health returning. My gaze wandered, tracking her skin, snagging and stumbling over her voluptuous curves.
Water. Bowl. Cloths. Rapidly draping the blanket over her luscious body — damn it, now was not the time to ogle — I darted over to the kitchen part of the room, grabbing what I needed. She was going to make it. She had to. I had the strangest feeling…
Carefully balancing the bowl of hot water and cloths, I crouched down next to her, and gently wiped a smear of blood from her face.
“Who are you?” I wondered aloud. “And what happened to you in the forest?” My questions fell on deaf ears, the only sign of life the jagged rise and fall of her chest, as she stubbornly clung onto life.
“Keep fighting, sweetheart. I have a feeling that you are very important to me. Extremely important…” I whispered, wiping away a little more blood. Where was it coming from? With light fingers I felt her scalp, my hand coming away sticky with blood. A head wound. Shit.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fix you right up,” I muttered, reaching for a clean strip of cloth. Tilting her head, I wound the fabric around, pulling it tight, all the while watching her face for a reaction. Any reaction.
Still nothing.
What the hell was I supposed to do now? I wasn’t a healer, I was a fighter! My fists tightened in frustration, a growl of helplessness spilling from my throat.
A flicker. A gasp, the smallest sound — barely even a croak.
She’d heard me!
My wolf thrust to the surface, forcing another growl from my chest.
This time a faint moan.
She hears us… snarled my wolf, battering at my skin. She is our true mate…start the bond, we can save her…
What? My head reeled as my wolf growled in my head. She is? I had thought— I mean, I knew she was special, but…
Taste…
If it were true…and we could save her. I stared down at the injured woman, and for the first time I let myself look at every inch of her. Damn, she was perfect! Curved in all the right places, her skin — even smudged with blood and dirt — was tanned and smooth. My heart lodged in my throat even as my cock swelled, thick and hard in my jeans. Heavy breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples, a curved waist, and wide plump hips framing a mound of dark curls.
I swallowed hard — I had to know. Just a taste…
Leaning down, I stared at her face — willing her to open her eyes. To speak, so I could hear her voice… My eyes never leaving hers, I hovered, my breath heating her closed lips.
This was it. The moment of truth. Was she my true mate?
***
Claire
The barest whisper of a touch upon my lips, a caress lighting a fire deep inside
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