Free Lyric's Accidental Mate (Iron Wolves MC 1 ~ Bite of the Moon) by Elle Boon

asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
    “What? Oh, yeah. Just had a little something in my throat.”
    The woman gave them a key and explained there was water in the fridge. Lyric thanked her and pulled him along the tastefully done hallway. He couldn’t imagine Xan or Kellen bringing strange women past the elderly couple.
    “You’re wondering how Xan and Kellen could bring some piece of ass past those two, right?
    “Yep,” he said as he followed her into their rooms. He looked around the space they were to share for however long Kellen decided. A large living space with a couch and two chairs opened up to a kitchenette with a counter doubling as table, with two barstools in the main room. There was a door off to the side he assumed led to the bedroom, and when Lyric opened it to deposit his bag, he saw the huge king-sized bed.
    “Are you hungry? There’s a full service kitchen that will make us anything from burgers, to steak, to mac and cheese and such. Don’t expect gourmet shit, but they can whip up some really tasty barbeque.”
    “What are the sleeping arrangements, Lyric?” Heat raced through him just thinking of sharing a bed with her.
    “Um, since you’re bigger than me, you can have the bed, and I’ll take the couch.” She nodded.
    “What if I wanted the couch?”
    Her puzzled frown made him want to laugh. “Why would you want the—”
    Rowan closed the space between them, and took her lips in a kiss that he’d been dying for since the last time he’d tasted her. She tasted like the whiskey they’d drunk. He traced her lips with his tongue, dipping inside and rubbing alongside hers.
    He pulled back. “I don’t want the fucking couch. I want you, Lyric. God, do I want you.” The admission was ripped from him.
    She licked her lips. “I want you, too. So much it hurts. Are you sure? I mean, it could just be your wolf.”
    “Back at my place, I felt him clawing at me, but he’s quiet now. It’s me who wants you. Is it you or your wolf who want me?” If she said her wolf, he wasn’t sure if he could pull back.
    “Me. I mean, my wolf wanted you, too, but she’s not saying a word right now.” Her face flushed.
    “Good. Hold that thought.” Rowan wasn’t sure how she’d react to what he did next. Years of training didn’t allow him to relax until he’d checked out the area. He did a perimeter check. Only one way in and one way out. He placed one of the barstools under the door handle as an added security measure. Lyric stood rooted to the spot he’d left her in.
    “All secure, soldier?” She stood at attention.
    Rowan placed a hand on either side of her ribs and lifted. “Only as secure as you want it to be, darlin’.”
    When Lyric wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles at his back, he swore nothing was sexier.
    “I like living dangerously.” She tugged his T-shirt off and tossed it to the side.
    Her beautiful, bra-less breasts were too much for him not to take into his mouth. Her intake of breath pushed her closer to his face, and he took that as a good sign. He released her nipple with a loud pop.
    With her wrapped around him, he took them into the bedroom. The bed had been done in a red, white, and black color pallet. The black wood furnishings looked heavy and expensive, with a white bedspread, several red throw pillows, and other splashes of red throughout.
    “I hope you like the room?” Lyric asked.
    He realized he stood holding her for far too long, making her apprehensive. “Darlin’, the room could be a dirt-floored shack, and I wouldn’t notice as long as you were there.”
    She blushed. “Do you realize you make me wet with your words alone?”
    “Let me get you out of these sweats and see for myself.”
    Rowan laid her on the bed, but when she went to remove the pants, he stopped her. “Let me. It’s like Christmas. I get to open up my present.”
    Lyric tossed her hand above her head. “If you take too long, I might just start without