Authors: Belinda Boring
The Mystic Wolves (27 page)
I felt my body being lifted, my feet leaving the floor, and instinctively I wrapped them around his hips. Where ever we touched, it left a trail of sensation, and with my arms around his neck, I tried to bring him even closer.
One hand was around my waist, securing me to him while the other was entwined in my hair. He tugged on it gently, causing my head to tilt backward, offering him better access. His tongue was relentless as his passion drove us deeper, the seal of our mouths never breaking as we shared a kiss worthy of the romance books I adored.
I heard the loud crash of dinnerware being swiped off onto the floor as Mason placed my bottom on the table. Pulling away, both of us breathing ragged, I laughed. “Was that really necessary?”
Lowering me backward, his body following, he stretched me out on the surface. “Of course, I was always told to eat at the table. I’m determined to show you my impeccable manners.”
He didn’t allow me to respond, bringing his mouth back to mine as he nibbled at my lips, tracing them with the tip of his tongue. Leaving trails of kisses across my cheek, he nestled into my neck and began to do the same there. I couldn’t help but shiver as he sucked softly on me, finding the spot which always left me feeling addled.
“This is how you enjoy your sweets properly—savoring each bite—taking your time.”
I couldn’t speak, feeling completely ravished. All I could do was hold on tightly.
He worked his way back to my mouth, whispering as he did, “The mating ritual can’t get here fast enough. I don’t think I can wait that long. I want you, Darcy. I need you.”
His words echoed in my mind and they ignited a storm of emotions inside. I wanted him just as bad, not just to help ease the burning that seemed to constantly be between us, but it was that final way of showing just how deeply I loved him.
Three more weeks,
I kept telling myself, but the way I felt at this moment, it seemed like a lifetime away.
I’m not sure how, but I heard a knock.
Mason rested his forehead against mine, his hand stroking the side of my body, and he groaned. “Let someone else get it. I’m not finished with you.”
“I sent everyone away tonight, remember? Besides, no finishing until we’re finally mated.” I sighed, finding it difficult to break away when all I wanted was to continue being lost in him. “We have a lifetime of this, so let’s take a rain check and see who’s at the door.”
Reluctantly, he lifted me off the table, and helped me straighten my clothes. I laughed softly at the pained look on his face, stroking his arm as I brushed past him.
Whoever was there was getting impatient, judging from the steadily increasing pounds.
With Mason tagging behind, murmuring this better be a matter of life or death, I swung the door open to find a woman in the process of leaving. She was almost down the steps, and the sound of my query caused her to turn.
“Can I help you?” I didn’t recognize her, and wondered who she was here for.
“Mason?” A smile broke across her face, her eyes lighting up, and she pushed past me, throwing her arms around him.
My wolf raised her head, curious to see who this intruder was and we watched her pull his head down to hers, offering him an open mouth kiss. I couldn’t keep quiet any longer.
“Who the hell are you?” I didn’t bother keeping the anger out of my voice.
She turned around startled, as if surprised I was still standing there, but it was Mason who answered. He looked as shocked as I was, and I wanted to pull him away from her. He was mine, and she had no right to touch him the way she did.
“Darcy, this is …,” he couldn’t finish the sentence.
The woman extended her hand, but I refused to shake it, folding my arms over my chest.
She drew herself in closer to the shell shocked Mason, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Amber. Mason’s future mate.” Her declaration crushed me, robbing my lungs of breath.
I stepped forward, looking her square in the eye. “Excuse me?” I said, and my wolf leapt to the surface.
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About the Author
A homesick Aussie living amongst the cactus and mountains of Arizona, Belinda Boring is a self-proclaimed addict of romance and all things swoon worthy. When she's not devouring her latest read, you can find her celebrating her passion for books on her blog The Bookish Snob.
With all that excitement, it wasn’t long before she began writing, pouring her imagination and creativity into the stories she dreams. Whether urban fantasy, paranormal romance or romance in general, Belinda strives to share great plots with heart and characters that you can’t help but connect with. Of course, she wouldn’t be Belinda without adding heroes she hopes will curl your toes.
Surrounded by a supportive cast of family, friends and the man she gives her heart and soul to, Belinda is living the good life. Happy reading!
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