Amber: July: Mystic Zodiac, Book 7 by Brandy Walker

up in his arms and kissed her soundly. Getting the kiss he’d been craving since he’d woken up over an hour ago. Lips and teeth collided in frenzy. Tongues dueled and played. He was close to picking her up and setting her ass on the counter so he could take her again when her stomach rumbled.
    The wolf reared his head; coming alive to demand they feed their mate. Andreas loosened his grip on her and took a step back. He picked up the plates of food and carried them to the dining room table. Mind stuck on getting into Amber’s pants again, he studied the heavy oak in front of him. It would have no problem withstanding the bruising fucking Andreas had planned after their meals were done.
    Amber joined him with a cup of coffee in hand. She sipped the dark brew and hummed. “This stuff is the best.”
    Grunting, he pushed the plate toward her. “Eat up, glykó mou. You’ll need your strength.”
    “Is that right?” A wry smile twisted her lips and her eyes lit up.
    Andreas took a bite and nodded. He had a lot of plans for the woman over the weekend. That was if he could drag her away from the bar and convince her to give him some of her time.
    Amber rolled her eyes, but did as she was told. The wolf and the man were happy to see her scarfing down the food. When he finished his own plate, he pushed it away and studied his mate. Contentment rolled through him. Something that had been missing for a while now.
    She was even more beautiful than the night before. Her skin was flushed and her eyes were bright. Her flame red hair fell softly around her shoulders, and her face was free of make-up. If things worked out how he wanted, he’d see her like that every day for the rest of their long lives.
    “What do you want to do today? I thought we could take a walk around town. You could show me all of the places you love to go. Then, maybe later, come back home and make love again.”
    Her head came up quickly, eyes widening for a second. “I have to work tonight.”
    He figured as much. That wouldn’t stop him from monopolizing all of her free time. “What time?”
    “Around four. Frost decided to open late and wants us in a little early because of the holiday. Help restock things and set up. We have the band coming in, and a special menu to make it easier on the chef. It’s going to be a long night.” She pursed her lips in thought. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to stick around. I’ll need to get some sleep before I head in. I’m not usually up this early.” As if to prove her point, she yawned behind her hand. Standing quickly, she gathered the dishes, rushing off into the kitchen before he could stop her.
    He rose and followed. “I’m good. I plan on spending as much time with you as possible. Like I said, we’re mates.”
    Amber snorted and dropped the dishes in the dishwasher. She turned and leaned against the counter. “I don’t do mates . I told you that before.”
    “I know. I have all of the faith in the Gods that I’ll be able to change your mind.” He moved closer, leaning into her body. Placing a finger under her chin, he tilted her head up; sparkling green eyes collided with his. “I can be a very persuasive man when I want to be.” Lowering his head, he brushed a light, whisper soft kiss across her lips. She chased after him when he broke it. He wanted to tease her, make her see that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
    Her mouth quivered, breaths quickened. Pressing a hand on his chest, she started to push him back. There was sensual intent in her eyes, a predatory gleam, when she must have realized he wasn’t going to do anything more than that one delicate kiss.
    His phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking the spell they’d fallen under. Blindly snatching it out of his pocket, Andreas checked the caller ID. Shit . It was Theo. He slid his finger across the answer bar and pressed the phone to his ear.
    “What’s up?”
    Amber started to retreat, pissing off the wolf. He shook