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For such a big man, Mason was always tender. In the way he touched me, unless I told him I wanted it rough, to the way he treated his animals. My heart squeezed with some emotion I was too afraid to put a name to just yet.
Lips and tongues met in a frenzy of need. Hands dug into hair, moved over skin. His fingers caressed my ass, then slid through my wetness, before two thick digits filled my hole.
Moaning at the delicious intrusion, I gasped against his skin, fucking myself on his fingers. When I couldn’t take it anymore, and my cock was caught between us, leaving a sticky trail of precum across Mason’s stomach, he pulled his fingers from me.
Lifting me up, he rasped, “Wrap those gorgeous legs of yours around my waist, baby.”
Holding onto his shoulders, I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, moaning when his hard cock slid across my wet crease. My back hit the end of the stack, and the books rattled, but I didn’t care.
Let them all fall around us; I could reshelve them later. Much later.
Mason was here, looking like my wet dream come to life, fucking me in my favorite place.
His coat fanned around us, his hair was in disarray since I had knocked his hat off at some point to run my fingers in his hair. His cock nudged at my entrance, before he flexed his thighs and surged upward, breaching my tight, wet hole.
I hissed at the stretch, the slight burn, incapable of moving much with my back against the bookcase, my legs and arms wrapped tightly around Mason so I didn’t fall. He started a slow, sensual slide into me, using his impressive thigh muscles to keep me pinned against the shelf.
His hips flexed, picking up speed with each thrust, forcing the air out of my lungs with a soft grunt. He unwrapped one of my arms from his shoulders, bringing it down until my hand rested on my own dripping cock.
“Fuck yourself,” he growled against the skin of my neck, his teeth sucking and biting.
The shelf rattled, books fell around us, as Mason fucked me hard against the stack. My hand moved quickly over my own cock, rushing towards completion.
“Mason!” I shouted, knowing I was close, my limbs trembling, my muscles tightening.
“Come, baby!”
My orgasm rushed over me at a dizzying speed that left me breathless and gasping for air. In the midst of it, I felt Mason pull out, groaning as his hot cum painted my backside and probably the end of the stack. His knees gave out, and he slid to the floor, holding onto me tightly.
Panting, he whispered, “Sorry, but I didn’t think this would be the best place for us to be knotted.”
“S’okay,” I slurred, boneless against him.
“Holy fuck, I think I need a cigarette after that!”Emily exclaimed,“And I don’t even smoke!”
Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest book that had fallen off the shelf, picked it up and lobbed it at her. “Boundaries, Em! Boundaries!”
Mason stared at me with wide eyes, full of questions, and I froze.
“Ronen?” Mason whispered hesitantly.
“Yes?” I squeaked.
“What’s happening right now?”
Blowing out a breath, I knew Mason was going to learn the truth at some point. It might as well be now. He trusted me with his dragon, after all, and that had been a pretty big secret. And he had a right to know. My ability would affect him, to some degree.
“I see dead people.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ronen
“I see dead people,” I told Mason.
He stared at me like he was seeing a ghost before swallowing hard. “What now?
“I see dead people,” I repeated calmly. “And talk to them. See and communicate with them. Ghosts.”
