Mind Mates (Pull of the Moon Book 2) by Mary Hughes Read Free Book Online Page B

assistant manager would know what to do.
    Emma breathed deep, pulling in that distinct masculine scent, inhaling a feeling of safety with it, and relaxed again.
    Going home also solved the problem of what to do about those poor women in Bruiser’s harem. The moment Emma got to Matinsfield, she’d report the abuse to the new alpha, Noah Blackwood. The old alpha, hard as it was to believe, had been even worse than Bruiser. Slan Scauth was a corrupt, salacious old bastard; he’d have cheered Bruiser on.
    But according to the gossip from Emma’s mother, Noah had made changes to the now-Blackwood pack. Females and elders were starting to come out of their shells. Stronger members of the pack were again protecting weaker, instead of abusing them. Children were starting to thrive.
    The new alpha was making economic changes in Matinsfield too. New businesses were opening, others growing. Retail was coming back and work was no longer as scarce.
    She might even be able to find a permanent job there.
    Strangely, the idea didn’t thrill her. She’d be overjoyed never to see Bruiser’s shovel mug again, but never to go back to Choice Buy, never again to see Gabriel Light…? She sucked in a stabbing breath, pulling in the scent of him, masculine, heady.
    What was there about him that called to her so? His commanding height? The sparkling good humor in his eyes? The burning intelligence behind it?
    She wished she had her phone so she could replay the video of him, hear his deep voice as he instructed her at the bench, watch his clever hands teaching her. Foamy delight churned in her belly at the memory.
    Then she remembered how he’d looked at her when she thought he’d kiss her. The way his eyes darkened behind his glasses as he stared at her lips, dilating to black pools of lust.
    Her sex tightened in sudden, almost excruciating need. She turned restlessly on the bunk. Her groin ached.
    In truth, the reason she couldn’t sleep was that Gabriel’s masculine scent, so strong it was as if he was in the cabin with her, was driving her wild. Tangy, it smelled of exertion and power and…and the heady musk of arousal.
    Sitting abruptly, she groaned a laugh at herself. Now she knew she was imagining things. He wasn’t in the room with her, couldn’t be—not making this strong lusty scent. He’d never ever smelled the least horny when she was around.
    She did, though. Reeked of it. She looked down at herself, her tight nipples poking at her sports bra, her sex throbbing and damp beneath her panties.
    Throwing herself back onto the mattress, she flopped around a few more minutes before sighing and sitting up again. No sleeping like this. She’d have to take care of business first.
    She stripped off her bra.
    A thud, like a dense cushion hitting the bulkhead, stopped her. Frowning, she looked around. But no, the small cabin was empty.
    She shook her head, stood, and wriggled out of her panties.
    Air moved, as if in a great sigh.
    Again she stilled, but aside from that persistent scent of masculine arousal, she saw nothing and heard nothing more.
    Lying back down, she raised her knees and slipped her hand between her legs.
    She thought of Gabriel. What would it be like to see him where her arm was? Would he look dark next to her skin, or pale? Would his waist fill the gap between her thighs…or spread them even wider?
    She’d seen a number of males where her hand stroked—shifters in general were sexual creatures, and even as an iota she’d had her choice of beds—but something told her that Gabriel would be one of a kind. His size, his strength, powering into her…her sex heated and got wet under her fingers, the lips plump and soft. She stroked, thinking of his arms tight around her until her clit rose, its tiny shaft hardening.
    Would his finger feel different, rubbing her swelling clit? His hands were so much larger than hers; his fingers would be too. Maybe one of his would be like two of hers. She added a second finger