Bear the Burden: McMahon Clan 3 (Fated Mates Book 6) by Rochelle Paige Read Free Book Online

acceptance—of not only me, but my family.
    The prophecy had been enough to gain my mom’s approval of Camden as my consort since she’d had to depend on her own visions for protection often in the past, but I couldn’t help but feel that Carrick’s lack of a fated mate played a significant part in his acceptance of me. I hated to think his experiences with the woman who should have been his mate were part of the path that needed to be taken to eliminate resistance to a witch and shifter union, but I felt like it all tied together somehow.
    “Tempest and I would be honored to stay in your home, Carrick,” my mom said, accepting his offer.
    “I’m glad that’s all settled because I need to head out of town,” Damien said. He nodded in Carrick’s direction before rising from the chair. “Council business calls.”
    “You’ll let me know if it’s something requiring my attention?” Carrick asked.
    “Of course,” Damien confirmed. “Please do the same if you need any assistance dealing with this matter.”
    Everyone seemed to take Damien’s leaving as a sign they should go too, and before I knew it, only Camden and I remained in his home. The privacy was nice, but I suddenly felt a little nervous. “I didn’t even pack a bag when I left this morning.”
    “Why don’t you give me a list of anything you’ll need over the next couple days and I’ll run out and get it while you take a bath?”
    Although Camden’s offer was sweet, the heated glance he sent my way was anything but. I wasn’t about to pass it up, though. Not after the day I’d had. A nice, long bath sounded heavenly. We exchanged phone numbers and I sent him a text with only the necessities, figuring I could go shopping for myself tomorrow. Then I spent the next hour and a half lounging in the tub, using magic to reheat the water whenever it cooled. I could have done the same for at least another hour, but I stepped out of the bath when I heard Camden moving around in the bedroom. I wrapped myself in a large towel and found him standing by the bed, waiting for me. Drawn to what I found on the bed, my gaze didn’t stay on him long.
    “I don’t think this is what my mom had in mind with her advice.” The mere mention of my mom while staring at the items laid out had a blush of color spreading down my face and chest—or it could have just been the items themselves. A black satin blindfold, a pair of Velcro cuffs linked together by a chain, a butt plug, and a black bottle labeled Gun Oil with a bullet-shaped cap all rested before me.
    “Gun Oil?” There were so many things I could have asked, but this was the question that popped out of my mouth first. It was probably because the bottle was the one item that stood out the most, and I wasn’t ready to ask about the rest, or how it fit into his plan for us to get to know each other better. I really didn’t even need to ask. It was painfully obvious he intended to use sex to bring us closer together. I wasn’t sure whether I was irritated—it was such a guy way to approach the problem—or insanely turned on. Sex with Camden was already hot without the addition of sex toys.
    He prowled my way and didn’t stop until he crowded me against the bathroom door. “You’ll thank me later for oiling up my gun.” His whispered promise was followed by a swivel of his hips, which pressed his hard length against my towel-clad body. I let out a startled giggle at the cheesiness of his line. Then he winked at me and the laughter died in my throat while I leaned against him, my knees going a little weak at his flirting. “The guy at the store said this brand lasts the longest and once I manage to squeeze my cock into your tight little hole, the last thing I’m going to want to do is pull out to slick myself up again later. No, I’m going to take my time fucking your ass and this will help me make sure you enjoy it as much as I will.”
    My legs clenched in response to the image he painted. “Is