Grayslake: More than Mated: The Right Spot (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Bianca D'Arc Read Free Book Online Page A

rental house. He traveled with his own crystal brandy snifters?
    She sipped the wine, the flavor bursting over her taste buds in happy little pops, then the burn of the alcohol sliding down her throat, warming her from within. Mmm.
    “The friend I visited before I came here gave me the crystal as a memento of happier times,” he explained answering her unasked question. “He was the one who first introduced me to this wine.” Mario lifted the bottle in his hand and looked at the label, his eyes taking on a faraway look for just a moment. “The first time I ever had this, we were in some foreign hellhole. The battle had gone well and we were finally free from that particular job. We had a few hours to kill before our flight out and we spent it in a quiet bar.”
    “Sounds like a good memory,” she offered quietly, not wanting to break the mood.
    “Both good and bad,” he told her as he put the bottle back down on the table. He turned to face her and took another sip of his wine before continuing. “We lost a friend on that job and though we’d won the battle, we weren’t in a celebratory mood. We drank a bottle of this port in tribute to our fallen comrade, which was something he would’ve liked.”
    She couldn’t even imagine the life he’d led as a soldier of fortune. He must’ve seen so much of the world, and done so many things she could only imagine. Yet, he’d felt sorrow too, and the pain of loss. She understood that all too well.
    “Sorry.” He sat back on the couch and finished his drink, but didn’t reach for more right away. “You’re very easy to talk to.” His eyes teased, but his tone was almost accusatory.
    “They tell me that’s a good trait in a police officer. I have criminals telling me their life stories within moments of arrest.” She tried to laugh off the solemn moment, giving him an out, if he needed it. She understood how it was to talk about things best left in the past—not easy.
    He chuckled with her and the mood turned intimate once again. She sipped at the delicious wine, watching him over the rim of the crystal snifter. His eyes were sparking with emerald in one of the sexiest displays she’d ever seen. The green told her his beast was on board with this encounter—just as much as her bear was.
    Their animal sides liked each other. Now wasn’t that interesting?
    “Now that, I can believe. Are you sure you don’t have the blood of a bruja running through your veins?” He moved toward her, putting down his glass on the coffee table as he prowled closer. “You have certainly bewitched me.” His voice had dropped to a sexy rumble that set her spine tingling.
    He gave her plenty of time to move away or object, but she did neither. She wanted this. She wanted him.
    Even if it was only for tonight. She wanted to be with this man. This strong Alpha male who didn’t seem to mind her strength, the way every other man she’d ever liked eventually had. In fact, unlike any other male she’d known, he seemed to think it was sexy.
    Would wonders never cease?
    She’d be a fool to turn him away, even if it was only a fling. She was old enough to enjoy a good fling, she thought with an inward sniff.
    She just had to be careful not to let her heart get too involved. She had to protect her heart for when he left, rolling out of her life like the rolling stone he seemed to be. That might make her sad, but even so, she didn’t want to miss the chance to be with him while she could. She might never meet another guy who flipped her switch like he did again, and it would be a downright shame not to enjoy it while it lasted.
    Her carpe diem mantra firmly in mind, she closed the distance between them, meeting him halfway. His lips claimed hers and all conscious thought fled. She was operating on instinct now, and her inner bear pushed her to submit to his possession, to show her belly and spread her legs, welcoming his hard cock into her wet center.
    But she also wanted to taste him.