Howl My Name (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Grayslake Book 5) by Celia Kyle
Authors: Celia Kyle
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move, hoping to warn him off without Reid catching her, but she was unsuccessful.
With a snarl he released her, nudging her back in a fluid move as he spun and placed himself between her and Asher. “Get away from her.” One flex had his wolf showing himself; claws out, fur coating his exposed skin and the snap of bone told her other parts of him adopted the animal as well. “Now.”
Asher lifted his hands, palms out in a show of surrender. “I’m just checking on her, man. Katherine said you were looking pissed and—”
“I don’t need you out here acting like a talking leash trying to keep me in line,” he snarled, the sound booming through the air.
The bear didn’t even wince or counter Reid’s statement.
“You know what I’m here for, man.”
A rumbling growl was Reid’s only reply. The sound rolling in a gentle promise of pain and blood. But she wasn’t afraid. Not like she’d been with her uncles. Theirs were deeper, darker, twisted, and perverted and they made her quake in her fur. Reid was worse than them. She knew it, felt it, but… it didn’t scare her.
No, she hurt for him, for the distrust that followed him. She understood the looks now, the flickering hints of worry on the bears’ faces that disappeared as quickly as they arrived.
They worked for Reid, listened to him, but didn’t trust him.
“Reid,” she whispered and stepped forward, pressing her front to his back. “Reid.” She laid her hands on his shirt-covered back, fingers splayed on his shoulders. “Reid.” She slid her palms to his arms, sliding them over his fur-covered muscles. “Reid.” She let them wander down his biceps and to his forearms. “Reid.” She encircled his wrists with her fingers. “Reid.” She continued her journey and placed her fingers atop his, matching her small hand to his. “Reid.” One last move, one last press of his hand as she forced his hands into fists and laid her cheek on the center of his back. “ Reid .”
The massive wolf shuddered, his chest expanding with a deep breath and then contracting in a slow exhale. With the action came a retreat of his fur, his muscles slowly decreasing and the carved lines gradually softening as the wolf’s large form softened to his human shape. He carefully pulled his fists free of hers and just as gently encouraged her to wrap her arms around his waist. His fingers were petal soft when he stroked her skin and then his husky voice drifted through the air. The rumble vibrated through her as he spoke and she absorbed every word.
“Never, ever try to come between us. Never, ever approach me when I am holding her. Never, ever test me in such a way again because I cannot guarantee she could keep me from killing you.”
Asher’s swallow was audible, not even the birds daring to counter Reid. “I understand.”
The bear’s steps were quiet as he retreated, leaving them alone, and neither moved while the silence descended. Reid carefully turned, shifting until her chest was flush with his. Then he hugged her, thick arms encircling her in a gentle hug—a move that contrasted with the wolf’s air of danger and violence and she didn’t think many saw this side of him.
“Don’t do that again,” he rumbled and she let his voice sink into her.
“What?” she whispered.
“Try to stop me.”
“Why?” She would always save him, even from himself.
“Because I can’t guarantee I won’t kill you.”
Chapter Eight
Shit, he wished he had a smoke. Just one. Hell, he wouldn’t even have to light it up. Simply hold it and think and try to figure out his fuck up.
I can’t guarantee I won’t kill you.
It was the truth, but he probably should have said it a little nicer. Or… not said it at all. Clary would have urged him to work through his emotions and shit and do some anger cleansing exercises. Then she would have taken away… something. Or prescribed yoga. He hated yoga.
Gutting Asher was exercise. He’d enjoy it. Unlike
With a snarl he released her, nudging her back in a fluid move as he spun and placed himself between her and Asher. “Get away from her.” One flex had his wolf showing himself; claws out, fur coating his exposed skin and the snap of bone told her other parts of him adopted the animal as well. “Now.”
Asher lifted his hands, palms out in a show of surrender. “I’m just checking on her, man. Katherine said you were looking pissed and—”
“I don’t need you out here acting like a talking leash trying to keep me in line,” he snarled, the sound booming through the air.
The bear didn’t even wince or counter Reid’s statement.
“You know what I’m here for, man.”
A rumbling growl was Reid’s only reply. The sound rolling in a gentle promise of pain and blood. But she wasn’t afraid. Not like she’d been with her uncles. Theirs were deeper, darker, twisted, and perverted and they made her quake in her fur. Reid was worse than them. She knew it, felt it, but… it didn’t scare her.
No, she hurt for him, for the distrust that followed him. She understood the looks now, the flickering hints of worry on the bears’ faces that disappeared as quickly as they arrived.
They worked for Reid, listened to him, but didn’t trust him.
“Reid,” she whispered and stepped forward, pressing her front to his back. “Reid.” She laid her hands on his shirt-covered back, fingers splayed on his shoulders. “Reid.” She slid her palms to his arms, sliding them over his fur-covered muscles. “Reid.” She let them wander down his biceps and to his forearms. “Reid.” She encircled his wrists with her fingers. “Reid.” She continued her journey and placed her fingers atop his, matching her small hand to his. “Reid.” One last move, one last press of his hand as she forced his hands into fists and laid her cheek on the center of his back. “ Reid .”
The massive wolf shuddered, his chest expanding with a deep breath and then contracting in a slow exhale. With the action came a retreat of his fur, his muscles slowly decreasing and the carved lines gradually softening as the wolf’s large form softened to his human shape. He carefully pulled his fists free of hers and just as gently encouraged her to wrap her arms around his waist. His fingers were petal soft when he stroked her skin and then his husky voice drifted through the air. The rumble vibrated through her as he spoke and she absorbed every word.
“Never, ever try to come between us. Never, ever approach me when I am holding her. Never, ever test me in such a way again because I cannot guarantee she could keep me from killing you.”
Asher’s swallow was audible, not even the birds daring to counter Reid. “I understand.”
The bear’s steps were quiet as he retreated, leaving them alone, and neither moved while the silence descended. Reid carefully turned, shifting until her chest was flush with his. Then he hugged her, thick arms encircling her in a gentle hug—a move that contrasted with the wolf’s air of danger and violence and she didn’t think many saw this side of him.
“Don’t do that again,” he rumbled and she let his voice sink into her.
“What?” she whispered.
“Try to stop me.”
“Why?” She would always save him, even from himself.
“Because I can’t guarantee I won’t kill you.”
Chapter Eight
Shit, he wished he had a smoke. Just one. Hell, he wouldn’t even have to light it up. Simply hold it and think and try to figure out his fuck up.
I can’t guarantee I won’t kill you.
It was the truth, but he probably should have said it a little nicer. Or… not said it at all. Clary would have urged him to work through his emotions and shit and do some anger cleansing exercises. Then she would have taken away… something. Or prescribed yoga. He hated yoga.
Gutting Asher was exercise. He’d enjoy it. Unlike
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