Belinda Boring: The Mystic Wolves

I couldn’t speak, feeling completely ravished. All I could do was hold on tightly.

He worked his way back to my mouth, whispering as he did, “The mating ritual can’t get here fast enough. I don’t think I can wait that long. I want you, Darcy. I need you.”

His words echoed in my mind and they ignited a storm of emotions inside. I wanted him just as bad, not just to help ease the burning that seemed to constantly be between us, but it was that final way of showing just how deeply I loved him.

Three more weeks, I kept telling myself, but the way I felt at this moment, it seemed like a lifetime away.

I’m not sure how, but I heard a knock.

Mason rested his forehead against mine, his hand stroking the side of my body, and he groaned. “Let someone else get it. I’m not finished with you.”

“I sent everyone away tonight, remember? Besides, no finishing until we’re finally mated.” I sighed, finding it difficult to break away when all I wanted was to continue being lost in him. “We have a lifetime of this, so let’s take a rain check and see who’s at the door.”

Reluctantly, he lifted me off the table, and helped me straighten my clothes. I laughed softly at the pained look on his face, stroking his arm as I brushed past him.

Whoever was there was getting impatient, judging from the steadily increasing pounds.

With Mason tagging behind, murmuring this better be a matter of life or death, I swung the door open to find a woman in the process of leaving. She was almost down the steps, and the sound of my query caused her to turn.

“Can I help you?” I didn’t recognize her, and wondered who she was here for.

“Mason?” A smile broke across her face, her eyes lighting up, and she pushed past me, throwing her arms around him.

My wolf raised her head, curious to see who this intruder was and we watched her pull his head down to hers, offering him an open mouth kiss. I couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Who the hell are you?” I didn’t bother keeping the anger out of my voice.

She turned around startled, as if surprised I was still standing there, but it was Mason who answered. He looked as shocked as I was, and I wanted to pull him away from her. He was mine, and she had no right to touch him the way she did.

“Darcy, this is…,” he couldn’t finish the sentence.

The woman extended her hand, but I refused to shake it, folding my arms over my chest.

She drew herself in closer to the shell shocked Mason, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Amber. Mason’s future mate.” Her declaration crushed me, robbing my lungs of breath.

I stepped forward, looking her square in the eye. “Excuse me?” I said, and my wolf leapt to the surface.

A homesick Aussie living amongst the cactus and mountains of Arizona, Belinda Boring is a self-proclaimed addict of romance and all things swoon worthy. When she's not devouring her latest read, you can find her celebrating her passion for books on her blog The Bookish Snob.

With all that excitement, it wasn’t long before she began writing, pouring her imagination and creativity into the stories she dreams. Whether urban fantasy, paranormal romance or romance in general, Belinda strives to share great plots with heart and characters that you can’t help but connect with. Of course, she wouldn’t be Belinda without adding heroes she hopes will curl your toes.

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