A Bleacke Wind (Bleacke Shifters Book 3) by Lesli Richardson Read Free Book Online Page B

relief.
    Beck pulled her into his arms. “What was that for?”
    “What do you mean what was that for?”
    He arched an eyebrow at her.
    “Dawson Beckett, you can’t tell me you weren’t at least a little concerned about introducing me to everyone tonight.”
    “I can tell you that, because I wasn’t.”
    She leaned back to look at him. “Seriously?”
    “Seriously. Why were you worried?”
    “I don’t exactly fit in.”
    “You’re really having trouble accepting the whole ‘mate’ thing, aren’t you?”
    “I just don’t want there to be any trouble.”
    “Babe, you’re my mate. There won’t be any trouble of any kind. You are, by default, accepted by everyone in the pack. And so is your family. It wouldn’t matter if you were white, black, Hispanic, Asian, purple, or Republican.”
    That finally drew a smile from her. “I am Republican. You know that.”
    “And see? I still love you!”
    She stared up into his blue eyes, that playful smile of his that always melted her.
    For a brief moment, she wondered what their babies might look like, if they’d have his blue eyes.
    She shoved that thought right the hell out of her mind.
    His smile dissolved. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.”
    “You thought something. What was it?”
    “It was silly.”
    “Apparently not, based on your reaction.” He gently caught her chin and made her look him in the eye.
    She knew she might as well admit it, because he wouldn’t give up until she did. “You’re forty-nine. I’m thirty-eight. We’re both too old to be thinking any silly thoughts about babies.”
    “Uh, I’m still really young for a wolf. And you’re a wolf’s mate, meaning your biological clock has reversed somewhat.” He pulled her tightly against him. “If you absolutely never want any kids, I understand. But don’t think we can’t have them, because we can, if you want.”
    She rested her palms against his chest. “I done raised three kids. I don’t know if I want to raise any more.”
    “This isn’t something we have to decide tonight.” He cupped one hand around the nape of her neck and the other against her ass, pressing her body against his.
    She couldn’t help but feel the stiff shape of his cock through his shorts.
    “Now, baby,” he whispered, “would you like to debate this topic, or would you like me to take your mind off everything going on this week?”
    That was a no-brainer. She tipped her face up toward his, sighing with pleasure when he kissed her. His kisses—and pretty much everything else he did to her with his mouth—could easily take her mind off anything troubling her.
    Heck, it could blow her mind clean away.
    Case in point, his kisses so thoroughly distracted her that it wasn’t until she felt the bed against the back of her legs that she realized he’d been slowly steering her into the bedroom.
    When he lowered her to the bed as if she weighed absolutely nothing, he smiled that smile again, the mischievous one, the soul-melting one.
    Clasping one of her hands in his, he brought it up to his lips, feathering them across her palm before pressing it against his roughly stubbled cheek. “You’re my life and soul,” he said. “Do you honestly think, if I’d had any doubts about the pack accepting you and your family, that I would have brought any of you here?”
    She let out a nervous breath. “No, I don’t suppose you would have.”
    “Do you trust me?”
    Of course she did. With her life, and with the lives of her siblings. “Yes.”
    He nuzzled her palm. “Then relax and let your man love you.”
    Somehow, he effortlessly got them both naked. She wasn’t sure how, because she was way too distracted by the things he kept doing to her, the way his lips and fingers caressed her flesh and nearly made her forget she’d even had a life before the day he first stepped onto her bus.
    That was how Dawson Beckett made her feel every time she was close to him. Not even just in bed— any time.
    And he