Forget Me Not (#2, The Mystic Wolves) Read Free Page A

morning. Hopefully they’ll rule the way they did over the betrothal claim, and leave it up to me to decide. That happens—I’ll come home and personally send her packing. Just remember, this is your home, your pack. You don’t have to talk with her or even be in the same room.”
    “I know, but maybe we should spend a little time together. Who knows, I might come to like her.” I paused for a moment before Mason burst into laughter.
    “This is me you’re trying to fool, Darcy. There’s nothing to like about that woman.”
    “I don’t think there is either, but it might help. I’m not saying I want to be her new best friend, but maybe in her eagerness to impress, she’ll let something slip. I don’t know, it may not even be a problem if you can deal with the asylum issue yourself. I just hate seeing you like this.”
    Remembering a comment he’d said earlier, I changed the subject.
    “So, you can’t wait for the mating ritual, huh? Getting a little impatient?” I added a flirtatious tilt to my head, peering up at him through my eyelashes. We approached the door, and I leaned back against the frame, not wanting to part ways just yet. “Any reason why you would want it sooner?”
    “I can think of a number of things, Darcy.” He stared at my mouth.
    “Name one then.”
    He stood there, contemplating which answer to share, when a devious grin crossed his face. It wasn’t hard to guess what his response would be. He leaned in, tracing the curve of my cheek with his finger, twirling a strand of hair before resting his forehead against mine. We were standing so close, our breath mingling—lips barely apart.
    “There’s something I’ve been dying to do, but wanted to wait for the right moment. Want to know what it is?” The tip of his tongue touched my bottom lip, his hands resting at my waist.
    I was breathless, and he’d yet to kiss me—the anticipation was that intense. Heat radiated off our bodies, our individual scents combining and causing us to move in even closer. Every part of us touched, and my skin felt like it was on fire.
    “Tell me.” I moistened my lips, waiting for him to seal the deal. I wanted him to kiss me, it didn’t matter what kind he chose, just as long as his mouth was on mine and I could taste him.
    “Well, I would take you into my arms. Kind of like this.” He stopped long enough to hold me the way he wanted—one arm around my hips, keeping me locked against his own. The other was up by my shoulders, letting him bury his hand and fingers into my hair. This way he could anchor my head to his, holding me steady and at his mercy.
    “Then what?” I whispered.
    “I would lean in close—making sure every inch of you was against me.”
    “Like now?” I moaned softly.
    “Closer.” And with a gentle tug, he removed all space between us. The contact ignited sensations that pulsated, and I felt my head spin. I closed my eyes, trying to ground myself to the moment, not wanting to miss whatever he had left to share.
    “Then I’d nestle my lips against your ear, maybe tug on the lobe a little with my teeth… definitely nipping softly at the tender skin there.”
    I actually whimpered as he demonstrated, the small bites sending shoots of pleasure down into the soles of my feet. At this rate, if he kept it up, I’d be dragging him into my bedroom—forgetting any need for purity.
    “Mason?” My voice was low and husky. I was completely under his spell—enthralled.
    He paused, causing the anticipation level to skyrocket. He could’ve asked for anything at that moment, and I would’ve handed it to him on a platter.
    He travelled lower, down to where my neck met my shoulder line, and swirled his tongue gently against my skin. I couldn’t stop the shivers that shot through my body. My legs gave way and not waiting, I moved my head so our mouths finally connected.
    It was instant fire. It was his turn to groan as I waited for no invitation, and I parted his lips with my