Amber: July: Mystic Zodiac, Book 7 by Brandy Walker Read Free Book Online Page A

glowing brightly. He thrust into her three or four more times before he pulled out and flipped her. He spread her thighs wide with his knees and pulled her hips up. He pressed down on the upper part of her back, forcing her into a submissive posture.
    Grasping her waist, he plowed back into her, his hips shuttling back and forth. Amber grunted and moaned beneath him.
    “Harder,” she said, turning her head to look back at him.
    He struggled to hold onto the wolf, to keep him at bay, but the creature was in full rutting mode. His goal to mate and claim the beauty giving herself to them.
    Andreas knew he wouldn’t be able to hold him back much longer. Sliding a hand around Amber’s hip, he found her clit and pressed hard. She stiffened. Her back arched. A second later, her body jerked and her pussy locked down on his cock.
    “Andreas,” she screamed, clawing at the sheets next to her head.
    Fuck, it was enough to set him free. He slammed into her two more times, and then held himself in deep. A howl rent the air as his seed filled the end of the condom. The beast thoroughly pissed he hadn’t claimed the Siren, but too overwhelmed with pleasure to do anything about it.
    Amber collapsed under him and he followed her down. Minutes passed, and he knew he had to get up off of her. Knew he was crushing her, but he was exhausted and beyond satisfied.
    Regretfully, he rolled off, and then sat up. His trip to the bathroom took him long enough that Amber was curled up under the sheets, her eyes drooping.
    He crawled in next to her, pleased to find she had taken her bra off and hadn’t put anything else on. He wrapped himself around her lax body, letting out a contended sigh.

Chapter 7
    July 4th – Saturday 0900
    A mber woke up to the smell of bacon, coffee, and the sound of way too many people talking. Goddess, what a night. Sex with Andreas was—freeing. Usually, with the men she was with, she was the one in charge. She picked the positions, the acts, and the length of time they spent in her actual bed. It wasn’t uncommon for her to help them out the door soon after the hot sex was over.
    Andreas wouldn’t have any of it. Especially since he won the bet. Granted, she never admitted to it, but they both knew she was lying about her age. She’d been surprised when he said he was thirty-five. He sure as hell didn’t look it, but then, shifters didn’t. Great genes gave them all a youthful appearance. Just like it did with damn near every Mystic.
    Amber sat up and stretched her hands over her head. With more than one voice in the other room, she assumed breakfast in bed wasn’t going to happen. It would have been nice. Maybe next time .
    The thought brought her up short. There shouldn’t be a next time. One and done. That’s what she told herself she’d have to do with this man while she worked the night before. He commanded too much of her attention. Made her think things she had no intention of ever thinking.
    Andreas’s deep chuckle drifted into the room, along with a woman’s soft twittering. Whoever he was entertaining was having a great time with him. Jealousy deep and wide burst in her chest. She should be the person in the kitchen enjoying his company. Which reminded her…who the fuck was in her house?
    Tossing the covers off, she hopped out of bed and made a beeline for the bathroom. After taking care of the necessities, she tossed on a pair of Capri length yoga pants—sans panties—and a tank top she had hanging on the back of her bathroom door. She brushed her teeth; wiped away any remaining makeup smudged on her face, and fluffed her hair before shooting out of her bedroom to track down her man.
    She came to a screeching halt. He was not her man. She really needed to get that through her head. He was a hot guy she brought home after a long night at work. A wolf with a dominant streak that could coax the best orgasms she’d ever had out of her.
    Taking a deep breath, Amber focused on slowing her heart