Healed: True Mates Book 3 (Wolf Shifter) (A Craggstone Paranormal Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Olivia Arran
switch on in the next room, and the breath I had been holding escaped in a rush. My bedroom was an exact replica of hers, only turned around, so our headboards met the same wall. Which meant I would be inches away from her when sleeping. I would be able to hear her breathe, hear her cry out if she had a nightmare. I’d even know if she snored.
I chuckled at that last thought, images of a perfectly ladylike Amanda parading through my head, her mouth open in raucous snores. It was too much to imagine with a straight face.
My chuckle died off as I returned to brooding in silence. What was I going to do with her? She was quite willing to admit she was hot for me. So, the chemistry was there. But something was holding her back. What would make a woman reject her true mate—deny it completely? Was I not good enough for her? I turned ideas over in my head, the sound of the shower soothing me into near sleep, the moans drifting through the wall.
Huh? Moans? I blinked my eyes awake, straining my ears. There it was again, a soft feminine sigh, a whisper of sucked in air released on a groan.
So, she definitely wasn’t immune. But, should I join her? My legs itched to take me to the next room, to see Amanda naked and wet, slippery skin and parted lips. To join her under the pounding spray and slide into her, joining us in the ultimate dance. Then biting down, sealing her to me, claiming her for my own.
My thoughts stuttered, coming to a halt, the hand that had been trailing down to my cock stopping in mid-motion. She might let me join her, but she wouldn’t give me what I wanted. What I really wanted. Which was the complete package. Heart, mind and soul. So I would wait until I had convinced her to accept me—fully. Now I just had to figure out why she was so reluctant.
The shower switched off, and I could hear her padding across the room, the sound of the bed creaking as she crawled in.
I pressed my hand against the wall, where I thought she might be. I will figure it out , I promised silently, listening to the even sound of her breathing, the rhythmic in and out finally lulling me into deep sleep.
***
Amanda
Tarq must have gone down without me. I hurried down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He could have at least woken me up! He must still be mad about what happened earlier… A twinge of regret thudded in my chest, but I brushed it away. Now was not the time.
Pushing open the door to the living area, I saw Tarq sprawled out on one of the many couches, his feet propped up on a table he had obviously dragged over, one arm looped behind his head, the other filling what looked to be a notebook with graceful sweeps of a stubby pencil. His hair was wet from a shower, spiking on top of his head. The latest t-shirt was just as tight as the one before, this time a pale blue color, which looked striking against his tanned skin.
Did the man not have any other poses in his repertoire? Though it was obviously working for him, as I could see from the admiring gazes being thrown his way by various women who were finding a reason to be in this room.
My wolf bristled inside of me, demanding that I chase them off, stake my claim. What utter nonsense! I scolded her, pushing her back. She might have a soft spot for the man, but it didn’t mean I had to as well.
Walking over, I shoved his feet off the table, causing his eyes to flash up, pinning me with an awareness. Then it was gone, replaced by the same easygoing charm I had come to associate with him. Before I got the chance to look, he closed the notebook quickly, shoving it in his pocket, and tucked the pencil behind his ear.
“Hey, Amanda,” he drawled, grabbing my arm and pulling me down next to him.
Immediately, I was surrounded in a cloud of mint and lime, the scent tickling my nose, infusing my senses. I jumped back up, putting some space between us.
He grinned, as if he knew why I had retreated.
“You have quite the fan club going on?” I snapped,
I chuckled at that last thought, images of a perfectly ladylike Amanda parading through my head, her mouth open in raucous snores. It was too much to imagine with a straight face.
My chuckle died off as I returned to brooding in silence. What was I going to do with her? She was quite willing to admit she was hot for me. So, the chemistry was there. But something was holding her back. What would make a woman reject her true mate—deny it completely? Was I not good enough for her? I turned ideas over in my head, the sound of the shower soothing me into near sleep, the moans drifting through the wall.
Huh? Moans? I blinked my eyes awake, straining my ears. There it was again, a soft feminine sigh, a whisper of sucked in air released on a groan.
So, she definitely wasn’t immune. But, should I join her? My legs itched to take me to the next room, to see Amanda naked and wet, slippery skin and parted lips. To join her under the pounding spray and slide into her, joining us in the ultimate dance. Then biting down, sealing her to me, claiming her for my own.
My thoughts stuttered, coming to a halt, the hand that had been trailing down to my cock stopping in mid-motion. She might let me join her, but she wouldn’t give me what I wanted. What I really wanted. Which was the complete package. Heart, mind and soul. So I would wait until I had convinced her to accept me—fully. Now I just had to figure out why she was so reluctant.
The shower switched off, and I could hear her padding across the room, the sound of the bed creaking as she crawled in.
I pressed my hand against the wall, where I thought she might be. I will figure it out , I promised silently, listening to the even sound of her breathing, the rhythmic in and out finally lulling me into deep sleep.
***
Amanda
Tarq must have gone down without me. I hurried down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He could have at least woken me up! He must still be mad about what happened earlier… A twinge of regret thudded in my chest, but I brushed it away. Now was not the time.
Pushing open the door to the living area, I saw Tarq sprawled out on one of the many couches, his feet propped up on a table he had obviously dragged over, one arm looped behind his head, the other filling what looked to be a notebook with graceful sweeps of a stubby pencil. His hair was wet from a shower, spiking on top of his head. The latest t-shirt was just as tight as the one before, this time a pale blue color, which looked striking against his tanned skin.
Did the man not have any other poses in his repertoire? Though it was obviously working for him, as I could see from the admiring gazes being thrown his way by various women who were finding a reason to be in this room.
My wolf bristled inside of me, demanding that I chase them off, stake my claim. What utter nonsense! I scolded her, pushing her back. She might have a soft spot for the man, but it didn’t mean I had to as well.
Walking over, I shoved his feet off the table, causing his eyes to flash up, pinning me with an awareness. Then it was gone, replaced by the same easygoing charm I had come to associate with him. Before I got the chance to look, he closed the notebook quickly, shoving it in his pocket, and tucked the pencil behind his ear.
“Hey, Amanda,” he drawled, grabbing my arm and pulling me down next to him.
Immediately, I was surrounded in a cloud of mint and lime, the scent tickling my nose, infusing my senses. I jumped back up, putting some space between us.
He grinned, as if he knew why I had retreated.
“You have quite the fan club going on?” I snapped,
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