Forget Me Not (#2, The Mystic Wolves) by Belinda Boring Read Free Book Online Page A

ready to find something to eat, a passerby had offered to take our picture. It may have been with Mason’s phone, but the image had turned out amazing, and I’d insisted we have it printed and framed as the perfect way to remember the day.
    “We need to go there again. Take a week after the mating ritual to just lie on the beach, and soak up the sun.”
    “Make love under the stars,” I interrupted.
    “Sounds gritty. All that sand gets into places.” He chuckled.
    “It’s romantic!” I scoffed. “You have a lot to learn, Mason. You’re not just mating anyone. I have high expectations when it comes to being wooed.”
    “I know what you need, Darcy.” He started to move toward me.
    “Stay where you are, I’m not done searching. You’re distracting me. Bad wolf!” Turning away, I smiled when I heard him settle back against the wall. “Now, what do we have here?”
    I pulled open the first drawer, and found nothing but underwear. Rifling through the clothing, I was disappointed when my search came back empty. Shaking my head, I reached for the second, and scowled when all I found was t-shirts.  A quick check through the remainder brought the same results.
    “This is wrong, Mason, so very wrong. What’s the point of being able to have hidden stashes if you don’t keep them? How am I supposed to come in and sneak things? Not even a chocolate bar.” I gave one last inspection, before returning everything to how it was.
    “If you were looking for chocolate, why didn’t you say so? I keep all the good stuff in the closet, shoved at the back of the top shelf. Everyone knows that’s where you keep them,” he drawled, still in his lazy stance. “But as Alpha, I’m going to have to put your being nosey on hold. I didn’t bring you here just so I could watch you snoop. I have something else in mind.”
    “You do, huh? Is it fun?” I baited, pretending I didn’t know exactly what he meant. I licked my lips, and ran my fingers through my hair. 
    “I’m positive. Now come over here so I can kiss you.” It was nothing short of a seductive order, and it sent a thrill through my body. I loved it when Mason’s voice took on a dominating tone, but even though I wanted nothing more than to cross the room and do as he’d asked, I wanted to playing—stretch out the anticipation.
    “Hmmm, I don’t think so. I kind of like it over here.” I headed to the window again, and casually brushed the curtain aside. Mason was silent, and I smiled to myself. “Besides, I’m not sure I want to kiss you.”
    “I’m going to count, sweetheart, and when I reach three I better have you in my arms.” The threat caressed my senses, and I resisted the urge to give in. This side of Mason always thrilled me.
    Resting against the ledge, I mimicked his stance, crossing my arms and ankles. “We’ll see.”
    “One.”
    I feigned a yawn, and grinned. “What comes next?”
    He cocked his eyebrow, a smug smile crossing his face. “Two.”
    “I think you should come over here.” I smiled sweetly, patting the space beside me. “In fact, I know so.”
    “You do know I’m serious, Darcy. I don’t see you moving. Once I say the next number, I’ll be taking action.”
    I laughed loudly. “You got it wrong. Three. You were meant to say three.” Lifting my hand, I showed him my fingers, slowing counting them. “See, first comes one, and then two. Three is next. Say it, Mason. Say three.” I straightened slowly, and placed my hand on my hip. I could see him trying to hide his grin, as he looked me up and down. “Should I do it for you?” I raised my eyebrow, enjoying the way he was watching me.
    I didn’t need to. He stalked across the room, pulling me to his body, and crushed his lips against mine. The roughness—intensity—of the kiss robbed me of breath. Any thought of prolonging, or playing, was lost as I sunk against him, and felt myself softening.
    I knew when the kiss was over, my lips would be bruised, but it