The Mystic Wolves

his equal in every way and he refused to settle. So he put up with the parade of potentials, smiled and subtly gritted his teeth.

An image flashed in his mind and it startled me.

Impossible.

A feeling of longing swept through him. This confused me because we had never met before and the image was from the dream I had the previous night. It appeared we’d shared the same dream.

Mason reached out his hand and pressed the doorbell again. He was intrigued by his dream, not knowing what it meant, and he couldn’t get the picture of me out of his mind.

If only she was real, he mused.

The door swung open and I finally saw myself, the shock that registered on my face, but nothing-nothing compared to the overwhelming response that coursed through Mason. His entire body erupted into sensations, and his wolf clamored to be released.

Mine, it howled as it clawed to gain control. Mate.

My mind reeled as I sensed how stunned he was to find himself looking at his imagined dream girl and the rapid firing of his mind in trying to explain it. All the while, his wolf kept demanding for him to claim me.

He watched me stumble, concerned for my safety, and was again surprised at how natural it felt, his instinct to protect me. Already realizing the importance of the moment, he cringed as he heard himself speak.

Ugh. She must think I’m a moron. “Already falling for me?” Jeez, could I be any cheesier?

Electricity pulsated over his skin as he grabbed hold of me and erotic images battered down on him hard. The two of us in a tight embrace, bed sheets twisted around our heated bodies as we touched and tasted each other. Him trapping me up against a wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he took me over and over with fevered kisses as he all but consumed me. Scene after scene of all the things he was craving to do, and it caused my stomach to dip and body burn.

It wasn’t just me who had felt that instant spark of desire, and I couldn’t help chuckle over the war waging inside him as he fought to control himself.

I began to focus back on the present, pulling myself out of Mason’s memory when I felt him tug me back in.

I’m not finished yet, Darcy. There’s more.

A new scene opened up in my mind and I saw us sitting at dinner, Mason watching me as I chattered about a variety of random topics. I remembered how nervous I was, my hands flying everywhere as I spoke and wondering if he thought I was a complete idiot. Judging from the heat coursing through him, he not only thought I was the most adorable thing he had ever seen, but he was also desperately trying to control his need to wipe the table clean and have his way with me right there.

We always had that kind of intensity in our relationship, an overwhelming drive to take our fill of one another- which is one reason why we were always careful when we were together. One of the conditions in the mating ritual was the female should be pure for her mate. I always scoffed at the tradition because as werewolves we were driven by our basest desires, but my mother had drilled into me from birth the importance of me being a virgin. It hadn’t really been an issue considering the losers I dated, but with Mason, we often walked a fine line. No sex for us, just incredibly hot make out sessions.

You were so beautiful. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. All I could think was, “She’s all mine, how did I get so lucky?”

I was startled by his comment. I always believed I was the only one who thought that way. From the moment I’d seen him and as we got to know each other better, it was a reoccurring belief of mine as well. Sometimes I still pinched myself, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and Mason was real.

It’s funny how alike we think. I’ve thanked the Gods every day since for bringing you into my life. The sun rises and sets with you, Darcy. Always has and always will.

Back at the table, I watched as he gazed on me, every little detail catalogued for later reference. He took in the rich, thickness of my hair, the way it curled slightly, and how I tucked pieces of it behind my ears without thinking. He focused on my lips, the way they moved as I spoke. The shapes they made and the nervous way I licked them when I caught him staring.

Nothing was left unnoticed, every flaw I had was at his disposal.

No flaws Darcy. Just perfection, pure and simple.

He was captivated by me, enchanted by every nuance and the melodic sound of my voice. I felt him shake himself as if trying to ward off a spell. As the night continued, he fell harder and harder until he was completely consumed. There was no doubt about me being his mate and where I would fit into his life. He’d give everything up for me and would never let me go.

There has never been any question, even after everything that’s happened. What do I need to do to convince you once and for all?

A shiver pulsated over my skin as his words echoed through my mind. The scene faded and I was brought back to the present. Our surroundings were surprisingly quiet and a peaceful feeling pervaded. The sun’s heat tingled on my flesh and I felt Mason’s embrace tighten slightly.

I closed my eyes and concentrated. I formed my answer in my mind, sending it to him along our pathway.

I believe you. Disappointment crashed over me as I realized my message hadn’t gone through. There seemed to be an invisible wall that bounced my thoughts off and I was getting frustrated about how sporadic it worked.

Before Mason could say anything more, I turned around in his arms, feeling them slacken to accommodate my movements. I looked deep into his eyes and tried again.

I believe you. I pushed the thought from my mind to his and followed it with soft kiss to his lips. They were supple and tempting. I leaned back in for another, this time making it last longer.

There’s something erotic about the stillness that comes to me when we share a kiss. Everything fades away until there’s only me and him, hearts beating in anticipation. How his hot breath feels on my lips right before I quickly moisten them with my tongue. The flickering of his eyes as he breaks contact with mine so he can glance down at my mouth. I love the tingles that erupt over my skin, and how my stomach dips as if a million butterflies take flight. Everything inside screams for me to take what I want, to not draw it out, but seize the moment passionately. It doesn’t matter how many times I kiss Mason, each time my reaction is the same. I’ll never be able to get enough of the taste of him.

But my favorite moment is always the few seconds after I tenderly brush my lips against his, as I pull myself away with a slight smile.

What will he do? Will he take the bait?

Looking straight into his eyes, I prepared myself for it. The flash of hunger and desire that tells me he wants me just as bad, if not more. From the way his pupils dilate to the moment where I can almost see his wolf peering out through his eyes. One touch, that’s all it ever takes.

Mason moved so fast if I’d blinked, I’d have missed it. His hand weaved its way through my hair, pulling my face back to his. The world stopped as he kissed me back. Forcefully. Masterfully. Perfectly.

I believe you, I repeated over and over as he dominated our kiss, his tongue stroking and moving against mine. I struggled not to drown in him as heat exploded in my body and I devoured everything he gave me. I poured all my love back into the moment, hoping I could somehow convey just how amazing I thought he was and how grateful I was for him. I couldn’t tell him enough, show him enough, so I stopped trying and just reveled in the sensations I was experiencing. I was his and he was mine.

I couldn’t help but quake as he brushed his fingers over my fevered skin, each touch wreaking havoc on my sensitive flesh, and I clung to him as our kiss deepened even more.

“You’re killing me, Mason,” I groaned helplessly into his mouth as I sunk into his embrace further. The man had turned me into a gooey mess.

His chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrating against me, and he made to pull away. Whimpering, I moved to straddle him, taking control. Now he’d started, there was no way I was ready for it to be over.

Resting my hands on his shoulders, I drug my nails down his skin, enjoying the way he convulsed under me. Just as he knew my weaknesses, I knew his and I planned on exploiting them thoroughly.

As he released a growl, I pulled back, bringing his bottom lip between my teeth and bit. Not hard enough to