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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,
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,
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