Amber: July: Mystic Zodiac, Book 7 Read Online Free PDF Page B

in a fog of lust. Her mind went blank and every cell in her body lit on fire. Arousal swirled in her blood, calling the Siren, who bubbled right beneath the surface. Seconds, minutes, hours could have gone by, and she wouldn’t have cared as long as his body stayed pressed to hers and his lips continued to devour every inch of her.

    A ndreas stepped back and blatantly adjusted his dick. Amber tasted like heaven on his lips. The rich cinnamon spice rolling from her skin mingled with her sweet arousal. It was a one-two punch to the gut. He didn’t think she realized how easily she surrendered to the wolf in him. He had the idea that if he told her, she would balk and call their evening off.
    Given that she didn’t think twice about dragging him out of the bar, and he hoped to her home, he didn’t want to ruin the moment. His need to taste more than her lips burned through his soul.
    He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her away, popping her ass to get her moving. The sharp contact edged his arousal up another notch. At the rate he was going, his dick would burst free of the confines of his jeans in a matter of minutes. “Get in and let’s go.” His voice was deep and rough to his ears. The wolf breaking through a bit.
    She shot him a hot look over her shoulder, her eyes flaring with arousal. He made his way to the passenger side and climbed into the, thankfully, roomy SUV when he heard the locks disengage.
    They made their way out of the parking lot, hooking a left at the end of the drive. Andreas noted that Theo’s truck was gone, along with the hot little blonde bartender. He was surprised they hadn’t attacked each other the moment they walked out the door together. The man must have learned a bit of restraint during the months they hadn’t gone out together.
    “Your friend at the bar, she a Siren too?”
    Amber looked his way quickly before focusing on the road ahead. “Yeah. Frost only hires Sirens to bartend. We tend to have better luck selling the liquor and food. We can get you stuffy shirt Mystics out for a good time to spend your hard-earned cash with little effort.”
    “And how many do you take home with you?” The wolf in him bristled at the idea of his mate with someone else, but the man wasn’t naive. She was a Siren, a sensual Goddess on the lookout for a good time. It was as natural to her to pick up someone as it was for him to go wolf and run the woods.
    “Not as many as you think. Some of you Mystics get it in your head you can tame a girl like me. When that happens, shit blows up at the bar and we lose money. Not a lot, but we like to keep you guys coming back. It’s good for our little town.”
    They hadn’t been driving more than ten minutes when she made a hard left, and they were heading down a main street. Small cozy businesses lined each side, all shut down for the night.
    “This is town?”
    “Yep. Summerset.” Her voice was filled with fondness and pride.
    “Born and raised here?”
    She chuckled. “No. Like most Sirens, I grew up near the coast. Gotta be near the water to hone our skills. Singing to the men on ships or heading to the lake to practice on boaters, pulling them in to do our bidding. People always think of mermaids when they hear about luring sailors, but those bitches aren’t the only ones who can snag whomever they want with the sound of their voices.
    “Just about every Siren, male and female, can read the thoughts of others. Humans are unbelievably easy. No filter or power to stop us from getting in.
    “Then there is the individual power. Well, typically you only get one. Saltár o, which you should know means jump in Greek. It’s basically teleportation. Pág o ma or freeze is my ability. I can render people completely immobile. They’re aware of what is going on around them, but are unable to do anything. Finally, there is metatopíz o or shift. That’s the one I wish I had. It’s the ability to change the way the environment looks.
    “Anyway, I