Loner (Norseton Wolves #2) Read Online Free Page B

and had supernatural strength. She didn’t need to be a waif for him to find her easy enough to prop up.
    “I think it’s happening,” he said.
    “Huh?” Her legs went limp as noodles, but he propped her against him with one arm, and used his free hand to push her sweat-sodden hair out of her face.
    “Your wolf.”
    “Where?”
    He laughed. It was one of those unrestrained, boyish laughs she’d expect from a teenager and not of a man of— how fucking old is he?
    Her eyes crossed and she gave her head a hard shake to focus. “How old are you? You’re at least eighteen, right?” Gods, don’t tell me I’m robbing anybody’s cradle here . Eighteen was six years younger than her. There were far more male wolves in the world than eligible female wolves. Certainly, the odds hadn’t shit on her in such a way that she’d end up with a man-child as a mate.
    Another wave of dizziness washed over her, making her keel forward, and he scooped her into his arms. “I’m over eighteen.” He started moving toward the back of the house.
    “How much over? Over twenty? Over twenty-five?” The ceiling was spinning now. She jammed her eyelids closed and drew in a bolstering breath. “Gonna barf.”
    Quick as a flash, he deposited her in front of the toilet and pulled her hair back from her face just before she hurled.
    She felt like death, or that she’d be wishing for it soon. Her joints ached, stomach burned, and head throbbed, as if one million tiny jackhammers were pounding against her skull. And her skin— fuck, it burns .
    She stared at her hand in front of her face through a bleary gaze, and was momentarily relieved that she wasn’t actually on fire.
    She straightened up—as much as one could do while still hugging a commode—at the sound of water drumming against the tub floor. And she was reasonably sure that Darius was shucking his pants. Typical man . Leaving her there to die while he showered off the sex.
    “All done?” he asked.
    “Huh?” She pushed one eyelid up a little bit more and closed the other. The spinning wasn’t so bad that way. He was holding the shower curtain open and peering down at her.
    “Still feel sick?”
    “I think I’m done barfing. For now.”
    “Play it by ear.” He helped her into her feet and into the shower. The cool spray made her gasp upon impact, but his bracing arm kept her from crumbling onto the floor. She hardly noticed the press of his cock against her back as he held her upright, because she was so busy marveling at the steam her own body seemed to be making with the water.
    “I’m so hot,” she sniffled, and hadn’t even noticed that her nose had been running.
    He gave her a one-shoulder massage, keeping his other arm tight around her waist. “It’ll pass.”
    She pushed her face into the shower stream and rubbed her eyes. “When?”
    “Soon. Better this way. Some people’s first shift comes while they’re sleeping. That’s not a hell of a lot of fun.”
    “Why not? You know, you could stand to elaborate a little when you talk.” She eased out of his grip and turned to look at him. He looked positively serene in that beautiful caveman way of his.
    He shrugged. “I would if I had anything worth saying.”
    She reached for the grab bar and closed her eyes again. Whoa, spinny spinny. She swallowed hard to push down the nasty bile creeping up from her belly. “You let me decide what’s worth hearing. I have no qualms about telling you to shut up if you get too talkative.”
    Male wolves weren’t especially chatty in general, but this guy may have been one of the most terse she’d ever met.
    “Imagine you go to sleep human, and wake up an animal. Disoriented. Scared.” He tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her more firmly against his body. Hard chest, hard thighs, hard cock.
    She whimpered as another hot surge coiled through her body, and this one had nothing to do with shapeshifting and everything to do with the sex she shouldn’t want,