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

didn’t stop me from parting them and granting him access. My tongue met him half way, eager to move against his and to savor the moment.
    Being with Mason was an experience I couldn’t get enough of, and raising my arms, I clenched the back of his shirt, holding on tight. He pressed into me, anchoring me, his muscles bunching until they were hard under my touch.
    Suddenly, I needed to feel his skin. Dragging my hands over the material, I slipped underneath, and released a small moan as my fingers felt the heat of his flesh. Mason deepened our kiss, tightening his arm around my waist. I felt my own shirt lifting, and jumped from the electricity that sparked as his nails grazed against me.
    “Mason …,” I murmured into his mouth.
    He moaned in response, moving his lips to the tender spot below my ear, tracing his tongue in circles. My mind emptied as his warm breath teased, causing goose bumps to erupt, and my stomach to dip.
    “Mason ….” I repeated, trying to gather my words.
    Ignoring me, he nudged my neck with his nose, inhaling deeply before placing his lips on my skin again. He began to nip, grazing with his teeth, and it sent shoots of pleasure though my body. I would never last to the mating ritual if he kept this up.
    “We need to stop, don’t we?” Mason whispered. I rested my head on his chest, and I could feel his heart racing—the pounding matching my own. “I promise you this. We won’t be leaving this room for a week, no, a month, after we’re mated. Every time I touch you, it’s getting harder and harder to pull back. I want you, and it’s a struggle to keep from picking you up right now and throwing you onto my bed. I know Vivien said you had to stay pure, but this is torture.”
    I paused, trying to remember the exact words I’d been told during my teens. I hadn’t questioned my mother bringing me into her room, or that the lead witch was there seated on one of the chaises. They’d spent the next hour instilling in me the importance of maintaining my virginity, and why I should wait until I was mated before giving it to a man. The lead witch had spoken of a vision she’d had—of my future where my purity needed to be safeguarded until I’d been joined to my fated mate. I’d blushed a mottled shade of crimson, and vowed to follow their instructions down to the letter. My mother had sat nervously wringing her hands while Vivien made me repeat back everything she’d shared.
    I hadn’t even kissed a boy yet, but the idea of something coming in between me and my future husband resonated deeply. I’d seen some unhappy pairings in my parents pack, and the thought I’d have to endure something similar terrified me. I’d given my solemn promise, and had faithfully kept it.
    “I’m positive. It was a prophecy she had. ” I watched Mason’s brow wrinkle into a frown. “Why?”
    “I was just hoping for some kind of loophole.” He grinned, pulling me in tight. “Needing you to wait a year, before we can perform the mating ritual, as a requirement to join with an Alpha was tough enough. Not being able to have you the way I want is just an extra torture. Have I told you today how impatient I am to have you… all of you… to myself?” He feathered a soft kiss on my forehead. “I always prided myself on having control, but you—you test my limits.”
    “Enjoy the anticipation. It won’t be much longer,” I answered softly, stroking the side of his jawline.
    “It’s the cold showers I don’t like.” Mason chuckled, pretending to shiver.
    “You’re such a baby. I hear it’s good for the soul.”
    “I’ll show you what else is good.” He cupped my face, brushing his thumb lightly over my cheekbone. “This.”
    Leaning in, he placed the gentlest of touches on my lips. It was like a whisper, and I closed my eyes, releasing a soft sigh. Mason added no pressure—there was no hunger this time. It was slow and careful, a kiss worthy of those found in fairytales.
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