Hers (Snowy Mountain Wolves) Read Online Free Page B

feel protected in his arms. And any woman would be satisfied with his package too.
    I immediately looked away from his nakedness; I knew my cheeks were flaming red. Granted I lived in Miami, a city full of speedos and itty-bitty-bik ini clad people year round, but I’d never been exposed to full nudity in such a nonchalant manner. They weren’t the least bit embarrassed. They didn’t try to cover themselves. It was clear they were comfortable.
    “You can look all you want, sweet cheeks. We don’t mind.” I met her gaze just in time for her to wink at me.
    Unsure how to respond, I remained quiet. In no time, I was lost in her pretty blues again. I’d heard the saying a thousand times, “The eyes are the window to the soul,” but I couldn’t say I believed it. People stared into your eyes, showing you their own as they lied to you every day.
    This time was different though.
    Pale blue striations danced with deeper hues of the color. Ribbons of gold broke up the palate. But, it was more than a picture, a piece of her I was staring at. It was more so what was being conveyed through that portrait of blue.
    My breathing grew shallow as I was wrapped in anxiety, in panic; I recognized that fear: the fear of loss. Overshadowing that heavy layer was warmth, assurance, and determination. She was a fighter, fighting for what she cared about…who she cared about.
    “ Here.” I jumped, blinking rapidly as Jerry handed off a metal box. I didn’t hear him move.
    He openly studied me, making me aware that I’d been gaping at the woman.
    I didn’t need a mirror to know I was blushing…again. I was baffled. I didn’t understand what it was about this woman. In Miami, I’d met my fair share of beautiful women, but, it was…it was her specifically for some reason.
    She took the box only to jam it backwards against the man’s jewels.
    A vicious roar erupted from him. “What the fuck was that for, El?” he demanded through gritted teeth.
    My brows furrowed. That’s the same name he’d called the wolf. I felt stupid for not putting the two together; I felt stupid trying to put the two together. Rational told me werewolves existed only in fiction, not in reality.
    Her eyes twinkled as she looked at me . “For letting my mate get hurt.”
    His hands balled into fists as h e growled again, snarling down at her. “I’m going to find clothes.” He gave me and El a thorough once over before he stormed off.
    “Stay still, honey.”
    I froze, watching her every move, melting under her every move.
    Gingerly, she cupped my face. As she leaned in, her pine and floral scent filled my lungs, warming me in places I hadn’t been warmed in too long. Her breasts looked luscious from this angle, forcing me to mash my lips together and remain motionless.
    I closed my eyes as her tongue traveled up the side of my face. There was something so intimate about her lick ing away my blood. Anyone could wipe it away with a wet cloth, but she made my pain hers. And in that moment, rather than be grossed out, I found myself falling a little harder, appreciating the woman a little more.
    She softly pressed her lips over the wound at my temple. Moments later she placed a Band-Aid over the cut. Opening my eyes, I was mesmerized as she did the same on my arm. No one had ever done anything so touching. I wanted to gather her in my arms and hug her, to kiss her, to show her my appreciation on a deeper level.
    Before I could do anything stupid, Jerry returned dressed in a pair of jeans. He assessed me as he drew closer. “You okay?” he asked.
    I don’t know why I looked to the woman for assurance; she gave it to me though. She smiled, nodding her head once in encouragement. Her aura was warm, swaddling me in security though she wasn’t touching me anymore.
    I stared up at the well-muscled male. “Yeah, thanks.”
    He shook his head. “You have any questions, Ellie can answer them for you.” It looked like he wanted to say more, possibly something