Blood Oath (#3, Mystic Wolves) Read Online Free PDF

hard.
    “You did not just tell me I have wrinkles,
Mason O’Connor. These are not things women like to hear from the
men who love them. You’re not supposed to see our imperfections!” I
covered my forehead with my hand, trying to hide any visible
flaws.
    He gently pried my arm down, kissing my palm
before placing it on his chest, over his heart. “I don’t see
imperfections, sweetheart. All I’ve ever seen is you and you’ve
always dazzled me.”
    “Smooth answer. I think I’ll let you live for
a few more hours.” I laughed and I tilted my head back to kiss his
chin. Thinking better of it, I nipped the skin lightly with my
teeth, letting my tongue flicker over the spot. Contented, I rested
back into him. I could sense the moment when he became serious by
the way his body tensed, and the feel of the air became a little
thicker.
    “I can’t promise this won’t get messy. I’m
not sure who’s behind the message, or how it includes Gary and
Jasmine, but something in my gut tells me this is going to get bad.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned is to always trust my instincts,
the edge I have as Alpha, and right now, it’s screaming danger. I
need to know whatever happens you’re going to be safe. No matter
what.” He slid his arm out from under me so he could prop himself
up. As he peered down at me, I reached up to trace his brow.
    “Now who has wrinkles?”
    “I’m serious, Darcy. I can’t give my entire
focus if I’m worried about you ignoring orders.”
    “Are you ordering me?” I raised my
eyebrow.
    “In this? Yes. As Alpha and your future mate,
I’m ordering you stay on the property.” He looked so solemn and I
felt the weight of his command rest on me. Even if I wanted to
disobey, I couldn’t.
    “I love you.” I smiled up at him, those three
words letting him know I’d heard and would follow. Last night
scared me, and no amount of independence was worth a repeat. “Now
can you finally kiss me?”
    My insides melted as I watched the slow
progression of a heart stopping grin cross his face and the way his
eyes turned to instant smolder. I licked my lips in anticipation,
slightly breathless as I waited for him to lower his head and press
his lips against mine.
    “What is it about you that I can’t resist?”
he asked, inching painstakingly lower until he hovered just about
my mouth, barely touching. His breath was hot, seductive, and it
caused a ripple of excitement to course through me.
    “Must be my sparkling personality,” I
whispered back, struggling not to close the distance between us.
Electricity charged the air, the chemistry of our connection
wreaking havoc on my hormones.
    He feathered his lips lightly over mine, just
the ghost of a touch and I whimpered as he retreated without fully
claiming my mouth. “Must be because I can barely remember my name
when you look at me like that.” His fingers drew a soft line down
the side of my cheek.
    “And how is that?” I purred softly, a sultry
tone to my voice. My body felt as if it would explode from the way
he seemed to drink me in.
    “Like the world doesn’t exist, but for the
two of us. How did I deserve you?” He kissed me again. This time a
little slower, pressing harder, and I followed him involuntarily as
he moved back. He was teasing me and driving me crazy with it.
    “You talk too much, Mason.”
    Done with being tormented with waiting, I
grabbed hold of the back of his head and crushed his mouth down
onto mine. I didn’t wait for an invitation, my tongue eagerly
twining with his and I groaned as his taste filled me.
    As quickly as passion ignited, I reined
myself in, slowing the tempo of our kiss and turning it into the
languid kind of touch we both reveled in. I loved it because it
felt like it shattered me from the inside out, liquefying my bones
and left me breathless all at the same time.
    It was impossible not to move, the pull of
the moment acting like a magnet as our bodies fell into perfect
alignment. Hands