His Perfect Wolf (Mystic Wolves Book 2) by Elle Boon Read Free Book Online Page A

looked at the dirty
clothes basket, contemplating pulling out the shirt she’d worn to bed, then thought she’d just ask him for another
one to borrow. Mind made up, she stepped out of the bathroom.
    Niall had his back to
her. He’d dressed in a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips with a leather
belt. A chain attached to his wallet disappeared aroun d
the front, with a black T-shirt with the word Chaps on top and a motorcycle in
the middle. The tight fit of the shirt molded to his muscles, which tensed as
soon as she opened the door.
    She cleared her
throat. “Can I borrow another shirt? I’m afraid this one is playing peek-a-boo with my boobs.”
    He turned to look over
one shoulder. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
    “No clue what you’re
talking about, but I really can’t go out like this.” She indicated the shirt
she had on.” The bra said thirty-four double D, and
that was without padding. She’d guess her age to be mid-twenties to late
twenties at the oldest. Her girls were definitely real, and firm. The strategic
rips and holes in the once cute top were showing off the pink and black lace
bra, making her comment abundantly clear.
    His growl didn’t scare
her, quite the opposite, a fact his sensitive nose was sure to smell.
    He stomped around her,
coming back with another black shirt similar to the one he had on. “Here, put
this on.”
    “Yes,
sir. Do you want to turn your back, go in the other room,
or watch?” The imp in her couldn’t resist teasing him.
    Niall still held the
shirt in his hand, but instead of handing it to her he draped it over his
shoulder. “Baby, you play with fire, you are bound to get burned .”
    “What…”
    He didn’t let her
finish, his hand ripped the already ruined shirt in half. “So damn beautiful.” His head bent, suckling her through the
lace cups.
    She was pretty sure
she was going to come right then and there. His hands came up and held her by the ribs, bringing her up to his much higher level. She
wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back.
    He pulled the cups of
her bra down, exposing her nipples. His mouth switched to the other breast,
tongue teasing the tip before he nipped with his
teeth. The sensation went straight to her clit, sending her closer to the edge.
He brought his hand under her ass, the other around her back supporting her,
pushing her pelvis into his groin. Whimpers escaped her throat as he continued
t o suck and bite on her left breast. So close, was
the litany running through her mind.
    Niall trailed wet
kisses to her right nipple, biting down harder on the tip, sending her
careening into a hard and fast orgasm. She yelled out his name, holding his
head against her, wishing he was inside her.
    His rumbling growl
reverberated against her.
    She loved the way his
arms wrapped around her, holding her like she was precious.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t…”
Niall began.
    Tugging on his hair,
she covered his mouth with her own. He claimed her like she did him, taking his
mouth in a deep, endless, soul searing possession. Mine.
Mate.
    She wasn’t sure who
was speaking in her mind, but the words made her pull back.
    “No regrets. ” She bit his lip, making him bleed a little. The sweet
coppery taste was like an elixir she wanted more of. “That’s going to be my
tattoo.”
    He nodded. “Let’s get
going. Hopefully we can find some clues.”
    He didn’t say what
they both were thinking. They we re both banking on
her miraculously remembering who she was and where she came from. He let her
slide down his body, every inch of him was hard.
    When her feet hit the
ground, she stepped back and away from temptation wrapped up in six foot three
of tattooed male yumminess.
    Being the smart woman
she was , she didn’t mention the fact her tiny
thong was soaking wet, thanks to her orgasm. It was his fault for his amazing
talent with lips and teeth and tongue. She shivered with just the memory of how
it fe lt