Amber: July: Mystic Zodiac, Book 7 (6 page)

“Do you like that, glykó mou?”

“Yes,” she hissed. She shifted her hips forward seeking more pressure, better contact.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.” This time, she answered on a frustrated groan when he pulled his hand away.

Bending forward, he touched her slit with the tip of his tongue. Lightly brushing it over her flesh. He didn’t push to get between her folds. Teasing her, making her beg was at the forefront of his mind. The need to hear her gasp his name in a plea being what he wanted most. He’d get it from her too. Maybe not at that precise moment in time, but he would hear it at some point.

His dick hardened painfully behind the zipper of his jeans. The fabric felt too tight, too restrictive, but the rough texture abrading his cock had pulses of pleasure shooting through his balls.

With one hand, he used his fingers to open her sex. Pull the folds apart so he could see her hood and clit. Flicking his tongue over the sensitive spot, she gasped and he grinned. Over and over he licked her, pressing his tongue against the tight bud, then sucking it between his lips, enough to where she could feel pleasurable sensations, but not enough to push her over into orgasm.

With his other hand, he twirled two fingers around her entrance, dipping them in a tad to keep her on edge. Her inner thighs shook and pussy clasped at his digits. He shoved them in on the next go-around.

“Andreas,” she cried out, her back arching, bridging off the table. “Please, I need you.”

He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit her sweet spot. Hands landed in his hair, fingers twisting into his locks. He didn’t bother telling her to put them back on the table. He needed the small amount of pain to keep him grounded.

Continuing to finger fuck her, he sucked her clit into his mouth one more time. He bit, not hard, but he felt the result. Her muscles clenched, locking down on his still pumping fingers. He lifted his head and watched her come. It was fucking beautiful.

Mouth open, head tilted back, she tried to close her legs. His big body in the way the only thing stopping it from happening. A low keening cry escaped her throat, echoing in the kitchen.

Abruptly, he pulled his fingers free, attacking the button and zipper of his jeans. He pushed them down and wrapped a hand around his dick. Pumping it hard, twisting when he got to the mushroomed head. A pearl of pre-cum pooled in the tip.

Moving forward, he pressed the tip into her entrance.
Fuck!
It felt like heaven. Wet heat engulfed the tip, sending his eyes to the back of his head. It took him a moment to figure out why it was so different than the night before.

“Amber.”

Glazed eyes tried to focus on him. Her legs came up around his hips, and she used them to pull him forward.

“Amber,” he growled, feeling the wolf shimmer just on the edge. “No condom.”

“It’s fine,” she moaned, but he wasn’t sure she was thinking clearly. There was a chance his wolf would go wild.

“My wolf,” he grunted and allowed her to pull him in a little bit more. He lost his train of thought for a second. “He’ll think this means something more.

Her green eyes cleared for a moment before filling with lust again. She hooked her ankles and pulled him in a little bit more.

“You sure?” He knew he was pushing the issue, but there would be consequences.

“Yes,” she hissed on a sigh.

“Thank the Gods.” He pulled away and flipped her. “The wolf has needs,” he said. “And he plans on fulfilling them.” Gripping her hips tightly, he slammed in to the hilt. Throwing his head back, he howled at how tight her pussy was. The muscles pulsed around him and relaxed a margin. The drag of her folds over his cock as he shuttled in and out had his balls pulling in tight. He couldn’t hold back. Hunching over her, he fucked her hard. The table scooted with each powerful thrust.

Gasps, moans and cries for more reverberated around them, but he wasn’t too sure who they were coming from. Didn’t actually care. He was lost in the feel of her body, the acceptance of his strength and power.

Amber pushed up on her hands and tossed her hair to one side. She gazed at him over her shoulder, her bright green eyes electrified. He felt a pull to his chest. A desire like nothing he’d felt before. A cool tingling wave washed over him, making his wolf howl in ecstasy. Fangs pushed through. His nails extended. His mind became fuzzy as the wolf pushed closer and closer. His hips stuttered, interrupting his rhythm.

He realized after a beat that the Siren was calling to his wolf. Daring him to come out and claim her.

Andreas had no problem giving in. Gripping Amber by the throat, thumb pressed against her jaw, he tilted her head and exposed the perfect spot. He struck in the next heartbeat and picked up his movement. Her life’s blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat. Heat and arousal swirled in his veins as their life forces blended.

Amber cried out and shoved her hips back to meet his. Her pussy fluttered and she came again, sucking him under a moment later. Extracting his teeth, he howled out his completion, filling her up with his seed. He pumped into her a couple more times before holding in deep. Allowing her to milk every last drop from his pulsing cock.

She collapsed onto the table, and he followed her down, shifting slightly so as to not put all of his weight on her, but keeping them connected as intimately as possible. He looked into her face and smiled.

Her lips were curved into a satisfied grin. Her eyes were closed. And a peaceful glow emanated from her skin.

He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re mine now, glykó mou,” he whispered.

Her body shuddered beneath him, bringing a different kind of satisfaction to him.

A
mber couldn’t believe
she was holding hands with a man and walking down Main Street. It was the most idiotic, juvenile…heart melting, butterflies bouncing in her stomach thing she’d
ever
done. And that included anything and everything that went on in high school.

Being a Siren didn’t stop her from having to join the rest of the realms’ population in gaining an education. Granted, hers included additional classes like
Seduction and the Siren in You
and
How to Spread Your Wings.
Then there was
Jump, Freeze or Shift,
where they figured out which power was inherent to their being, and
Mind Reading, When to Pull Back
. High school culminated with the Sirens taking a trip to a specialized local tattoo artist, where they were given a unique tattoo that helped them harness their powers.

Running down Amber’s spine was a Polynesian design made up of intricate diamonds and various sized dots. It started at the base of her neck and traveled all the way down to her lower back, stopping right before her ass. She didn’t think Andreas had noticed it yet. The first time they’d had sex, it was dark. The second time, he’d left her shirt on, as he was in such a hurry to bury himself deep inside her, she doubted he even noticed.

After breakfast, she took a quick shower while he cleaned up the kitchen. She loved the smell of sex as much as the next Siren, but she had no intention of heading out in public reeking of it. She did have some personal pride.

Andreas tugged her to a stop in front of an empty storefront, yanking her from her inner thoughts. The windows were dusty and there was a
For Rent
sign clinging to it.

“What are you doing?” She looked over at him as he pulled out his phone and watched him punch in the phone number on the sign.

“Do you know how long this place has been empty?”

Amber shook her head. “Not a clue. I don’t think I’ve really noticed it before.”

He looked at her and the corner of his lips quirked up. “Strolling Main Street isn’t on your daily to-do list?”

“If I had more time, it would be. I work late, and when I do go out during the day, it’s to get my errands done and get back home with enough time to nap before heading back into work.”

He hummed under his breath, and then pressed his face and hand up against the window. “It looks like a decent size. Probably retail before.” He turned and looked around. “It’s in a good location. Do a lot of Mystics live here?”

She nodded, not sure where he was headed with the line of questioning. She realized then, she didn’t know a lot about him, other than he was a wolf and had the sexiest body she’d ever seen. “You’re awfully interested in this place for a guy who is just visiting for the weekend.”

His only response was to give a non-committal grunt. Lifting her hand to his mouth, he kissed the back of it and started walking again. She followed along willingly. It was like her brain had detached from her body and thrown out everything she’d held true.

Sirens didn’t settle down. They didn’t get married or attached to one person in particular. It was an anomaly—at least in her generation. Was she actually getting to the age where she
needed
to find
the
one
? She really wasn’t sure, and didn’t know whom she should talk to about it either. Her family wasn’t what she would consider a touchy-feely group. And feelings and emotions…forget about it.

Thoughts of finding the
one
led her to thinking about the bite. It was a claim on her body and soul to anyone looking. Other wolves would know she belonged to him, hell, other predators would know too if they were in contact with both of them.

They hadn’t talked about what he’d done during sex. She knew what it meant to shifters to do that. Knew it was the mark of a mate. She may not have verbally agreed to it, but the second she’d whipped her hair to one side and bared her neck to him, she was basically giving him the green light.

Focusing on Andreas, she tried to pry into his mind again to get a glimpse of what was going through his head. The tattoo on her back heated, and she wondered if it glowed red beneath her top. Thankfully, if it did, her hair would cover it. She didn’t need to clue him in on her attempt to read his mind.

And that’s all it was—an attempt. Even now, after getting pretty damn intimate, she couldn’t get a read on him. It was like a huge steel door stood in her way, and she couldn’t find her way around it.

Andreas tugged on her hand and pulled her into an ice cream shop. “Let’s get a treat,” he grinned like an excited little schoolboy.

They approached the counter and a young woman standing behind it lit up. Her back went ramrod straight, and she thrust her ample breasts out. She had eyes only for Andreas, and it pissed Amber off.

“Hi,” the girl purred in what she probably thought was a seductive tone. She nibbled on her lower lip, making Amber want to reach across and punch her in the face.

Andreas, the big beautiful man next to her, barely glanced at the woman. “What would you like, koukla mou?”

Goddess, he threw those Greek terms of endearment around easily. Glykó mou, my sweet. Koukla mou, my doll. She had to admit, she liked it. It had been years since anyone spoke to her in the tongue of her ancestors. It was flattering and sexy as hell.

Amber glanced at the offerings. “Vanilla caramel chocolate in a cup.”

Andreas turned to the girl, a thousand watt smile on his face. She sighed and her eyes glazed over. “We’ll take two of those, please.”

They stood there for what felt like minutes waiting for her to move. Amber felt a whip of possessive jealousy crack through her. The girl’s thoughts were broadcast so loudly; Amber didn’t have to try to hear them.

God, I’d love to fuck him. I wonder if he has a monster-sized dick. Ugh…but he’s with that slut.

Amber felt her anger build at the base of her spine. It tripped up her tattoo, along with the need to beat the girl senseless.

Andreas must have caught the girl’s imminent death rolling from Amber and cleared his throat loudly.

The girl blinked rapidly and mumbled
sorry
before rushing to get their order. Andreas paid and pulled Amber out front. With his hand in hers, the anger dissipated. The Siren chilled the fuck out, and the throbbing of her tattoo abated. There was a small seating area, and they found an empty table. In a most companionable silence, they dug into their ice creams.

Amber was fully aware of Andreas’s dark gaze on her as she ate. His stare zeroed in on her mouth when she licked the spoon.

“See something you like?” She made a show of scooping another spoonful and slowly sucking it off.

He smirked, sending a flash of heat through her. The curved corner of his mouth. The dimple that made her knees weak. Damn, the looks the man gave her were too much. “More than
like
.” The words stroked a chord in her, sending her pulse racing.

Holy fuck, she was in trouble. Amber finished her ice cream quickly and pushed it away. She needed him to focus on something else. Maybe
him.
Most men enjoyed talking about themselves. At least that was her experience. “Tell me about yourself. What do you do back in the city?”

He waved his spoon in the air. “Boring city office work. I toil each day away like the rest of the population, only to come in the next day and start all over again.”

“Doing what though?”

“Take a wild guess. I’m confident you won’t figure it out. I know you can’t tap into my mind.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes.
How did he know?
It didn’t matter. Not right now. She wanted to figure out what he did in life first. “I would almost think you’re a lawyer. You had that stuffy, pretentious vibe when I first saw you. You dressed down, but you were still dressed better than people who dress up. Maybe you’re in the financial district. Banker. Stock trader.” She narrowed her eyes and tried to imagine him pouring over numbers all day.

“Nah,” she said talking it out. “That’s too stuffy, even for you. I don’t see you crunching numbers day in and day out.”

He flashed an amused smile at her, motioning with his spoon for her to go on.

“Let’s see.” She tapped her fingers on the table and cocked her head to the side. This would have been so much easier if she could pop into his mind. “You’re sure as hell no one’s personal assistant. No, you’re the kind of guy who
has
one.” She thrummed her fingers some more. “IT…maybe. I’ve heard they’re sexier these days; but then, your clothing is a bit more refined. More expensive. I don’t know if those guys are paid enough to splurge like that. Business management?”

If she hadn’t been paying close attention to him, she wouldn’t have noticed his subtle shift in demeanor.

“Business management of some kind, it is.”

Andreas conceded the point with a tip of his head. “Of a sort.”

Amber couldn’t stop the grin from forming on her face. “What kind of sort? I’m close, but I know there’s something still a little…off. Just tell me. I promise I won’t laugh if you’re like a rubber ducky business magnate.”

He chuckled lightly. “Nothing quite so fun. I own and run a clothier business.”

Amber’s mouth fell open. “Excuse me? A clothier? What does that mean exactly?”

“Have you ever heard of
A Shift in Style
?”

She nodded. “Who hasn’t? It’s
the
top of the line place to get clothes tailored for Mystics, specifically shifters. You manage one of their stores?”

“No. It’s all mine.”

“Uh, the whole company or just one of the franchises?”

“The whole kit and caboodle. Came up with the concept. Designed the first line. Started the company.”

With each word, Amber’s mouth dropped open more. The guy in front of her, the man telling her she was his mate, was the fucking brains behind the first ever clothing line for Mystics around the world.

She snapped her mouth shut as the words finally sunk in. “Are you a fucking billionaire or some shit?”

Andreas’s laugh was overly loud and drawing attention of passersby. “Not a billionaire. Millionaire maybe. I’d have to check with Theo.”

“Theo, the shaggy-haired guy you were with at the bar?”

“Yeah, he’s the financial guru. I try to pour as much money back into the company as possible. Make sure everyone earns decent wages and all of that behind the scenes stuff. It’s why I spend so much time in the office these days.”

Amber sat back and tried to process it all. “And you’re bored of it, aren’t you?”

Andreas took his last bite of ice cream, then sighed happily. “How can you tell?”

“You’ve got this excited glow about you. When you walked into the bar, there was an aura of stress around you. Tension creased your face. Your back was rigid. Now you look…happy and satisfied.”

“Maybe that’s because of the company.” He reached out and skimmed a finger over her hand. A shiver skated up her arm and down her spine. His touch, even something as simple his finger lightly drifting over her skin, electrified her.

A
ndreas watched
as lust filled Amber’s eyes at his touch. It was a simple act and less than he wanted to do. The way she licked that damn spoon had him imagining her on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock to the back of her throat. It was a wonder the wolf hadn’t insisted on it the moment the idea popped into his head.

She sucked in a shaky breath, her lips parting slightly. He was more than ready to leave the quaint little Main Street and head back to her place.

Abruptly, he stood and pulled her up out of her chair. Gathering up their containers, he tossed them in a nearby trash and propelled her back to where they’d parked the SUV.

“Time to go, my sweet,” he rumbled.

She giggled and tugged on her hand. “Slow down there, wolfie. We’ve got plenty of time.”

“Not unless you want me to push you up against a wall and fuck you in plain sight of everyone. I’m not opposed to the idea personally. That way, people will know you belong to me now.”

Her eyebrows shot up and she picked up her pace. They passed by the empty storefront again and a surge of a different kind of excitement shot through him. It was something he hadn’t felt in years. The spark of an idea. The whispers of a new dream.

They breezed past it and were in the SUV and back at her place in no time. He’d go back to the storefront later. Finish listening for the dream. For now, he was going to show his woman, his mate, how much he wanted to be with her.