Free The Wolf's Mate Book 2: Linus & The Angel by R.E. Butler

Almost too lost in
the heat of the kiss, if he hadn’t wanted to hold her with both
arms he would have forgotten the flowers completely.
    Reluctantly he pulled back. “These are for
you.”
    “Oh, thank you.” She blushed and took the box
from him. He followed her into the tiny kitchen and watched her
open the box. Her gasp and smile were enough to let him know he’d
made the right choice.
    She set the flowers upright on the counter in
the crystal vase. There were a lot more than a dozen in there; that
woman had really done him a favor. Karly turned her sweet smile to
him, “They’re just gorgeous, Linus, thank you.”
    “No, you’re gorgeous.”
    “Such a sweetheart,” her smile went even
wider and a delicious dimple marked one cheek. “So, are you
hungry?”
    It hadn’t escaped his notice that the
apartment smelled like an Italian restaurant. “Yes, but first,” he
hooked his finger in the center of the low neckline of the dress,
right between his two favorite breasts, and jerked her to him. “I
learned the most interesting thing when I was at my grandmother’s
this afternoon. An old legend of our people, a bit of history.” He
held her close and smoothed his free hand down her neck as his
other hand slid down the front of her body and curved to her waist,
gripping her tightly. Her pulse fluttered under his thumb. Her
heart was pounding.
    “Oh?”
    “Hmm. It seems like my angel isn’t just any
angel, but mine. Just mine.” Her brown eyes went wide. “It’s true,
isn’t it? It’s why I wanted to mark you, why I can’t stop thinking
about you. You’re my mate.”
    “Yes.” Her voice was breathy.
    “Are you happy about that?” What would he do
if she wasn’t happy?
    “Of course. I couldn’t have picked a better
match for myself, Linus.” Neither could he.
    “And all your traveling?”
    “I was looking for you.”
    “You almost died.” His voice came out on a
growl and his hands spasmed reflexively on her body as the scene in
the woods appeared in his mind again.
    “You won’t let that happen to me again.”
    Fucking right. “You sure as hell aren’t
spending another night in this place.” He’d never been much of a
dominant person with females, but he felt the need to make sure she
was safe with him. Period.
    She cocked her head to the side and squinted
at him, as if she were considering it. “Well, I don’t know. I kinda
like this place.”
    He growled and didn’t try to hide it as his
fangs descended. She reached for his teeth and ran a finger down
one canine. “Down boy. I was just teasing. Put these away until
later.” She laughed and kissed him, flicking her tongue along a
fang and it made his cock stand at attention, as if it hadn’t
already been straining the zipper ever since she opened the door. A
warm hand cupped him and he moaned into her mouth and pulled her
closer. Was there anything on earth better than his woman?
    He fisted her hair and pulled her away gently
and her eyes were bright. “I hope you didn’t plan to get any sleep
tonight, sweetheart.”
    “Promises, promises.”
    “I definitely don’t make promises I don’t
intend to keep. Now, we need to talk, so let’s eat and get you
packed.”
    She grinned, “Yes dear.”
    Another spectacular dinner later, he helped
her with the dishes while they talked about her heritage. Angels
were fascinating. He couldn’t believe he had ever thought it was
just a legend, but he was apparently not the only one, or theirs
the only pack that had lost hold of the traditions.
    He was humbled that she’d been looking for
him for over a year, but also that she had been thinking about him
in the abstract form of her faceless mate somewhere in the world
since she was 12. She was dedicated to finding her mate because it
was her destiny. He couldn’t imagine being told at age 12 that he’d
meet his mate and fall head over heels for her and that would be
it. She wanted everything that he did – a loving home and kids