Read Amber: July: Mystic Zodiac, Book 7 for Free Online Page A

eyes narrowed marginally. “I’m thirty-six.” She put a little more force behind the words. A little more belief in what she was saying, though they both knew it wasn’t true.
    “Oh my sweet, sweet mate. I can scent your lie. Your cinnamon turns bitter and burns the nose.”
    Her flinch was almost imperceptible. “Don’t call me your mate. I’m not. I’m a Siren. Sirens don’t do that mate and married for life stuff.”
    Andreas stared at her hard. He didn’t think she really believed that, or it could be that she was trying to convince herself of that. Either way, he had no intention of refraining from calling her his mate. She needed to get used to it because it was going to happen.
    “I’ll let it go for now, but this is far from over.” He sat up and tumbled them out of the SUV.

Chapter 6
    July 4th – Saturday 2:30am
    A mber found herself hoisted into the air, Andreas’s large hands cupping her ass as he carried her to the front door. She didn’t mind the manhandling since it got her off her feet. Mystic or not, standing for most of the day killed a girl’s feet no matter the shoe. Her go-to footwear was a pair of nicely cushioned sneakers. Not the sexiest, but she didn’t give a damn.
    “Keys,” he rumbled against her neck, where he sucked the soft skin and nibbled with his sharp teeth. She assumed his wolf was pushing against him, trying to break free.
    She shuddered and gasped when he bit down roughly, but not enough to break her skin. “It’s open.” There wasn’t a need to lock the door in her neighborhood. Everyone knew everyone else and looked out for each other. Her closest neighbor, Marge, was probably getting an eyeful at the moment and enjoying the show.
    The retired schoolteacher and witch had a wicked sense of humor, and told the raunchiest jokes Amber had ever heard. She also kept an eye out for Amber on the nights she worked; to make sure she got home okay.
    Amber peeked around Andreas’s head and, sure enough, Marge stood on her front porch under the light in neon green house slippers and her bright ass pink robe. Amber waved and Marge turned away, shuffling back into her own home.
    Andreas looked over his shoulder.
    She took advantage while his head was turned and nibbled on his ear. “My neighbor,” she whispered. “She looks out for me. Just signaling all is well.”
    He grunted and opened the door, slamming it shut behind them after he maneuvered them inside. “Where to?”
    “Straight back. Hook the first right after the stairs.”
    Andreas marched them through the house and directly to her bedroom. He didn’t stop moving until he had her on the bed, his big body hovering over her. He bent his head, kissing her quickly on the lips before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. He nipped her flesh, the sharp points of his teeth reminding her the wolf inside of him was close to the surface. The amount of self-control he had to be exerting to keep the beast back, pretty damn impressive.
    He skimmed a hand around her hip, then up, his fingers digging under the hem of her shirt. The soft fabric of the tank scraped against her skin as he slid his hand higher, the shirt going with it. The feel of it sending shards of sensation through her chest, her heart pounded and her blood pulsed hot. Finally, he clasped her breast, his entire hand engulfing it, squeezing gently. Fingers pinched and plucked at her nipple. The sharp pain giving way to pleasure. She wondered what it would feel like to have his mouth on her there. To have him raking his teeth over the sensitive nub. A moan broke free unbidden, her fantasy and reality colliding to push her arousal further when he lowered his head, sucking the taut nub into his mouth. Her tank came off with a little help from her and was tossed into the abyss over the side of the bed.
    Scooting down her body, Andreas worked in tandem with his lips and his hands. He nibbled and kissed. Licked and sucked. Skimmed and