Savage Seduction: A Dire Wolves Mission (The Devil's Dires Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

sag under the weight of the truth.
    The fates had a wickedly wrong sort of sense of humor.
    “I’d like to welcome Charmeine Byrne to our Fort Worth home,” Finn called, as loud and proud as he’d ever been. But Charmeine wasn’t looking at him. She was staring at Mammon, a confused expression on her face. She knew, she felt it, but she had no idea who he was. And his time was up.
    Two guards stepped between Mammon and the dais, between him and his mate, causing him to snarl in a decidedly dangerous way. Finn finally took notice of Mammon, and his smile fell into a look of utter rage.
    “How the hell did you get in here?”
    The room went silent. Mammon grinned, allowing the guard to grab his arm without resisting. It was time to go anyway. “You might want to get better security at the door.”
    Finn growled and moved as if to step down from the dais, as if coming to confront Mammon, but Charmeine placed her slender fingers lightly on his bicep. The man stopped, went completely still at the touch of Mammon’s mate. A touch that made Mammon’s wolf sit up and show his teeth. He didn’t like his mate touching another male, especially a known criminal like Finn. A man she seemed to trust. A man about as opposite of Mammon as one could be.
    Fuck, he was so screwed.
    His mate finally stepped off the platform after a whispered conversation with Finn. The entire room remained quiet, their breaths held in anticipation as Charmeine approached with a cold sort of smile on her face. One that spoke of indifference and attitude. Of being above all those she passed. Still, Mammon couldn’t look away. She was dressed like a woman of wealth—all silk, diamonds, and polish—with her hair perfectly in place and her makeup impeccable. No flaws to focus on, no scars to tell the stories of her life. No substance and certainly no soul that he could detect. Nothing he could see to make her worthy to be the mate of a Dire Wolf.
    Except for the fact that she was.
    “You got something you want to say, sweetheart?” Mammon gave her a smug sort of smirk, an arrogant tilt of his lips. He knew he shouldn’t push her away, but he was at his wits’ end. He wanted her in the basest way, his body responding to her nearness almost lewdly. But he hated her association with the O’Rourkes and was deeply disturbed that this woman could possibly be the one the fates had chosen for him. Dire Wolves were fighters, warriors, the strongest of the strong, and the most loyal of the breed. And Charmeine was…an associate of Finn O’Rourke.
    A fact he couldn’t look beyond.
    When Charmeine finally reached him, finally stood close enough that he could smell the scent of freesia drifting around her spun-gold hair, Mammon stood silent and still. Anxious. Not knowing whether to grab her or run from her. Maybe both.
    “I do have something to say, sir, though this won’t take long.” Charmeine gestured to the men holding him, a simple hand wave that had them releasing Mammon without question. “You follow my friend Finn, the family O’Rourke that I see as my own. You track them, keep tabs on them, and make them feel unwelcome in this town. Why?”
    Mammon shrugged, still holding on to his smirk. Still fighting back his need to kiss the ever-loving hell out of her. “Because I don’t like criminals in my backyard.”
    Charmeine laughed, a tinkling sound that made Mammon’s heart soar and his cock harden. Screwed, screwed, double screwed. He knew it, could sense the danger on the air around him. Especially when Charmeine fixed him with an icy stare that dampened what little heat had been sent southward.
    “You come into this home under false pretenses and invade O’Rourke personal space, but Finn’s the criminal? I think not.”
    Mammon tried not shiver from the way her voice slipped over his senses, but he failed. He failed hard, which only pissed him off even more. The woman would not get the better of him. “Look, Barbie. I’m not here to shit