A Tiny Matchmaker for Two Star-Crossed Mates Read Online Free PDF

at all. "Why?"
    Braendan could only gather his mate was referring to his reasons for being a father. "I... Having a child would mean the world to me. To teach him or her magic, to watch them grow and see them take their first steps..."
    "No, that's not what I meant. If you want me, if you want this, why haven't you done anything about it?"
    Braendan blinked, feeling like they were having two completely different conversations. "Pardon?"
    Myles threw his hands up in an obvious show of exasperation. "I've been waiting for you to make a move since that first day, but you haven't even kissed me! It's been weeks, Braendan. We might be doing things wrong if you want a baby."
    "I'm trying to court you properly," Braendan spluttered.
    Myles's expression softened into a bashful sweet smile. "I just... You don't need to do that."
    "Of course I do. You deserve everything I can give you and more."
    In that moment, Myles seemed to make a decision. He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath, and then unexpectedly wrapped his arms around Braendan's neck. "I'm a werewolf, Braendan. I know Sidhe do things differently, but we... We follow our hearts. I simply want to be with you. It's not that complicated."
    Braendan couldn't bring himself to deny his beautiful mate. Yes, he had wanted to give Myles time, but right now, that would probably do more harm than good. And really, if Myles wanted him, who was Braendan to say no?
    He pulled Myles closer, and finally, finally kissed the beautiful werewolf. It was different than the first time around. That kiss had been more about comfort than passion and desire. But the moment their lips came into contact, lust flared brightly between them. Braendan's magic sparked over Myles's skin, making the werewolf gasp in distressed arousal.
    Braendan should have probably made an attempt to control his powers, but he didn't bother, not when his mate responded so beautifully. Instead, he took advantage of the occasion and thrust his tongue into Myles's mouth.
    Myles's flavor exploded on Braendan's taste buds, and he groaned, distantly wondering how he'd ever managed to keep his distance for so long. It seemed unfathomable now, when simply the idea of breaking their kiss was unbearable. Breathing lost its importance as they devoured each other, too greedy and desperate to care about anything else.
    Their clothes soon began to grow restrictive, the material an unbearable barrier between their heated bodies. It was Myles who took the first step to fix the problem, clawing at Braendan's shirt and ripping straight through it. Buttons flew as Myles tugged, for the first time displaying the extent of his werewolf strength. Braendan loved it, loved seeing Myles like this, open and free, taking what he wanted, no longer afraid of who he was and proud of his legacy.
    Of course, selflessness really had its limits when it came to what they were doing, and Braendan found that he couldn't stop himself from following Myles's example. The same wild need Myles displayed was now coursing through Braendan's veins, and he pushed Myles back, shoving him against the trunk of a nearby tree.
    Myles hit the wood hard, but didn't complain. In fact, he let out a growl that only encouraged Braendan further. His claws dug into Braendan's hips through the material of his jeans as he tried but failed to get rid of the denim.
    As much as he hated it, Braendan decided that, for practicality purposes, he had to break away, if only for a few moments. Myles didn't seem inclined to let him go, and somehow, he managed to trap Braendan against his body. Even if he couldn't have had much leverage, he lifted himself and wrapped his legs around Braendan waist in a show of flexibility that nearly broke Braendan's brain.
    Torn apart by desire, Braendan couldn't help but lean forward and take his mate's mouth again. He managed to muster enough presence of mind to free his mate of his pesky shirt. At that point, Myles finally realized what Braendan had been