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Wild Love (Wilding Pack Wolves 2)

Copyright © 2016 by Alisa Woods

January 2016 Edition

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Wild Love
(Wilding Pack Wolves 2)—New Adult Paranormal Romance

Noah Wilding hiked up the stairs to the second floor of the motel. He couldn’t decide if he wanted this time to be like the last three hookups—a couple hours of raging hot sex with a human female until both of them were worn out from the sheer intensity and repeated orgasms—or if he wanted to finally flush out the bad guy so his pack could catch the bastard.

Tough choice.

“How about you leave the mic on this time, Noah?” The voice coming over his earbud was scratched with a bit of static, but he easily recognized Jimmy, who could give him a run for
Horniest Unmated Wolf
in the River pack. The kid was barely eighteen to Noah’s twenty-one and would’ve traded places with Noah in a heartbeat.

“Or maybe you could just get the job done a little faster?” That was Jace River, his sister’s mate and one of the three River brothers who ran Riverwise, the security firm that Noah, Jimmy, and the rest of the pack worked for. “I mean, really? Two hours. What takes you so long?”

Laughter came over the earbud from the rest of the assholes in the pack van.

“Come on, man, leave the mic on.” Jimmy again, pleading. “I want to learn from the Master.”

“You guys are a bunch of perverts,” he whispered into his mic, which was sewn into his collar. He tried not to be obvious about talking into his clothes, not that there was anyone lingering around the motel balcony at ten o’clock at night for this app-mediated booty call. “If you losers weren’t all so ugly, maybe you could be on the front lines like me.” He smirked at the roar of protests that flooded his earbud.

Noah paused at the door—number twenty-three—trying to get in the right frame of mind and forget the assholes who were listening in.

He pictured the face he had seen on the WildLove app—pretty, young like him, sparkling blue eyes—just the kind of soft, innocent-looking face that would lure in a hot-blooded shifter. This new dating app run by the Seattle Shifters Dating Agency had gotten wildly popular once a hate group decided to start targeting shifters. That had cleared out the downtown shifter bars—it just wasn’t safe to gather in groups these days—which left a lot of shifters very horny with not a lot to do about it. The app was genius for hooking up shifters with willing humans, which was apparently the new rage among Seattle’s hipsters… until someone started planting car bombs while the couple was tangled in the sheets.

Two shifters had been hit in the last two months—both survived, but that only proved how damn hard it was to kill them. Riverwise had teamed up with the dating agency to go undercover and hunt down whoever was doing this before they succeeding in killing someone… not to mention put the dating agency out of business.

Which was why he was here.

“Okay, perverts,” Noah whispered into his mic. “I’m going in. Mic is switching off, but let me know if you see anything. And keep your chatter to a minimum. It’s hard to get it up with you guys in my ear.”

He tapped the mic off and chuckled at the predictable swearing and good-natured name-calling that followed, but they quickly settled down. He knocked on the door—three quick raps—and tried to get his game face on.

When the door opened, the girl inside looked just like her picture—only instead of sweet-and-innocent, she was smokin’ hot. The nerdy T-shirt and jeans from her WildLove profile had been replaced by a silky dress that clung to her luscious curves in all the right places. But as hot as she was, standing there holding the door open, she seemed as skittish as a startled kitten.

“Um…hi,” he said, working to keep the drool in his mouth. “I’m Noah Wilding.” He sincerely hoped there would be no bad guys tonight. If this human girl wanted a taste of wolf, he definitely wanted to help out with that.

She blinked, rapidly, and her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She was checking him out, but in a nervous kind of way, as if she was fighting it—flicking her eyes down to his chest and even lower, then jerking them back up again. And she was biting her lip like she was trying to chew it off.

When she didn’t say anything, he frowned and added, “I’m, you know, from WildLove?” He glanced at the door number, even though he was sure this was the girl. But if she was too freaked out by the hookup, he wanted to give her a plausible excuse to bow out. “Is this the right room?”

“Oh yeah. I mean,
yes.
The right room. Definitely!” She squeezed her eyes tight for a second like she was trying to get a grip on herself.

He grinned. She was fucking
adorable.
Man, he hoped she would actually invite him in.

She finally opened her eyes again. “Please come in.” She visibly swallowed and stepped back to give him room.

He slowly stepped inside, like any sudden movement might scare her off. The room was pretty standard for a low-rent motel room—cheesy art on the walls, really thin spread on the bed, worn patterns in the industrial carpet. He gave it a good checking out, just in case. The previous attempts had been car bombs, not traps lurking in the motel room itself, but that was still a possibility. He turned back to her and watched her close the door with shaky hands.

Why was she so nervous?
The last three women had definitely been…
experienced
in this sort of thing
.
The previously-vibrant shifter bar scene meant there were a lot of human females who had scored a little paranormal action before. But if he was being set up…

“You
are
Emily Richards, right?” That was the name on her profile… who knew what it was in real life. Almost no one used their real names on WildLove. He had used his because the freak who was head of the hate group—a guy who called himself the Wolf Hunter—had already outed all the Wilding pack members, including Noah. And that made him a tempting target.

The girl’s back was glued to the door, hands flat against it. “Yes. My name is Emily.” There was a kind of terror in her eyes, and her long blond hair didn’t quite hide the shaking of her shoulders.

He waited for more, but it wasn’t forthcoming. This girl was either freaked about setting him up and had an accomplice outside, or this was just her first time with a shifter. A few whispers floated across his earbud, but nothing to indicate anything was wrong in the pack van.

Noah narrowed his eyes. “We really don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.” He held his hands out, palms forward, like he was calming a wild rabbit.

That seemed to rise up some fire in her. She pushed away from the door and took three determined strides toward him, stopping just inside his reach.
“No.”
She sucked in a breath. “I want to do this.”

She was obviously trying to be brave about this for some reason, but the twitchy look on her face was bringing out the protective side of his wolf. His inner beast was no ordinary wolf, but it was still
all alpha…
and that skittish look was just making him want her more. Like his wolf was dying to kiss away whatever was making her tremble.

“Okay.” He swallowed, unsure how to proceed. Normally there was a little
banter
or
something
before the clothes started coming off. Although one of his hookups had barely said hello before she was tearing off his shirt. But this one… it felt like they should have gone out on a date, or three, before getting to this point, standing in a motel room together.

He held out his hand. She stared at it like it might bite her… then she slowly put her hand in his. It was warm and soft and delicate, with thin little fingers that looked like they hadn’t done any manual labor in her entire life.

“What do you do for a living, Emily?” he asked, pulling her a little closer and capturing her pretty blue eyes with a gentle look. She was short, and he kind of loomed over her, but he hoped his touch and a little small talk would calm her. Besides, WildLove was pretty scant on personal details, given it was a site primarily designed for brief sexual encounters with no chance of commitment. He really didn’t know anything about her.

“Um…” She swallowed again, peering up at him, but not moving away. “Librarian.”

He smiled. “You’re kidding me. A sexy librarian? How did I get so lucky?” He was close enough to put his arms around her now, but he was still just holding her hand. He had a sudden urge to pull her into a hug—a protective, reassuring one—but even that seem too
intimate.
Too fast. Instead, he tucked her hand against his chest.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Emily.”