Spreading Her Legs Wider With His Strong Thighs

He pulled back and watched as the muscles of the pretty face began to quiver, then lowered his head to press his ear to the woman's chest and heard the heartbeat. The woman inhaled on her own and, although it sounded more like suffocation than breathing, He finally relaxed and straightened up.

He carefully examined the woman again. As she breathed, her skin color began to improve. Everything seemed to be fine, but for some reason, he hated the thought of her lying in the same place where people had almost killed her.

He leaned down and gently pulled the woman into his arms. She was as light as he had expected. He held her close to his chest and used the strength of his legs to stand up. He looked for Slash who was his Beta. "Grab my things. I'm going to take her out into the fresh air while we wait for the ambulance."

Greg left the bar and walked around the building, desperate to get away from all these people. They were drunk and stupid, and he didn't want them to be near the one they almost killed. He brought her to one of the jeeps. Checking the temperature of the hood with his elbow, he turned sideways, laid the woman on the warm metal, resting her head on his forearm, and began to study the pretty face.

The little woman's skin color had returned to almost normal but was still a little pale. Her locks were red, curly, long, and beautiful, falling to the middle of her back, and incredibly soft. The woman moved her leg, parted her lips slightly, and sighed.

He prayed she wouldn't wake up before the ambulance arrived. The woman would see his altered features, realize he was a wolf, and perhaps start screaming. The parking lot lights were bright, and she would have immediately noticed that the person next to her was not one of the men of her kind.

He hated it when human women ruptured his eardrums with their screams at the sight of him. Nevertheless, sometimes she reacted this way, and it drove him crazy.

The woman moved again, her head, lying on the crook of his elbow, turned slightly to the side. The woman sighed, and a pleasant fruity aroma filled his nose. Her eyes opened. He waited for her to see his facial features and start screaming.

The woman's eyes were dark green and beautiful. She looked up at the sky, blinked, and finally focused on him. It was easy to read the confusion on her face. The woman blinked again, silently continuing to look at the face bent over her.

She sighed and her gaze dropped to his bare shoulders, arms, and chest. The man shuddered internally. He forgot that he had taken off his shirt and knew that when the woman noticed his bare parts, she might think she was being sexually assaulted.

But she never screamed, instead, she did the last thing he expected—she smiled, and he swore he saw amusement flash in her green eyes.

Isla opened her eyes and saw a myriad of stars in the dark sky. She felt as if only she woke up after a deep sleep. But she was not in her bed. She blinked and shifted her gaze to see a pair of the most striking wolf eyes. Their color, shape, and incredibly long eyelashes hypnotized her.

The shade of blue was unique and gold framed the oval pupils. She could have looked into those eyes forever, but curiosity made her examine the massive bone structure of the face, strange, with wider and higher cheekbones, but still very attractive. Before she was the most courageous man she had ever seen - handsome, bright, and at the same time stern.

His golden skin matched the mane of thick hair that framed his strong-willed face. Blonde strands alternated with red ones, and with sand-colored strands that escaped from the ponytail at the back of the head and fell onto incredibly broad shoulders. Her gaze froze for several seconds in the area of ​​the flat dark nipples.

She enjoyed the view of the wide bare chest. Brownish skin hugged well-defined muscles, and she couldn't help but notice the impressive size of her biceps. Looking down a little more, she came across a flat stomach and six-pack abs. Her heart began to beat faster and eventually began to beat wildly under her ribs. This man was magnificent - a god.

"Not god," said a quiet voice in her head. "He was created to be an angel." She frowned, trying to sort out the confusion in her head. "Does hell have its angels? Although... Wasn't Lucifer a fallen angel?"