Page 103 of Freaks Of Nature
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I rip my shirt down and scramble away from him. “Leaving that creepy message on the mirror wasn’t enough, you had to come back to find out how far you can go before I wake up?”
I reach for the blanket next to me to cover myself. Mason is shirtless but still wearing his jeans. Captivated by hisflexing chest and chiseled abs, I almost miss the confused look on his face as he adjusts the waistband of his boxers.
He leaves his fly unzipped like we have unfinished business.
Gripping me by the knees, he drags me back under him. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.”
“I didn’t.”
“Liar!” His fingers grip my jaw, and he squeezes my chin to look at him. “Your body said otherwise,” he insists. “You were moaning my name in your sleep. You can’t deny that.”
I tear myself free. “Well, I guess I’d have to believe your word on that… since I wasunconsciousat the time.”
Mason’s hands shoot out to lock around my wrists. He drives them into the pillow above my head. “Tell me that you can’t still feel me inside you… that you can’t taste me on your lips. Tell me that you hate me for coming back to claim what’s mine.”
“I hate you.”
My spunk draws a chuckle. “Say it again,” he dares me, a smirk dancing over his lips. “But this time, like you mean it.”
With my arms pinned on either side of my head, his face hovers over mine in challenge.
“Mason, stop! Please.” As much as I want him, I won’t do this behind his brother’s back. “Don’t put me in this position. It’s not fair to Ash.”
At the sound of his brother’s name from my mouth, something snaps in him. I can see it in the shadow crossing his eyes… in the tension of his jaw… feel it in his grip around my wrists.
His lips twitch, then pull away from his teeth. “You’re lying to yourself if you think you’ll ever have this with anyone else,” he snarls. “Or that you can live without it now that you’ve had a taste. I know you, Em. You crave this as much as I do, and without me, you will wilt and die. Only I can feed you. Only I can make you feel this alive.”
Mason’s eyes dart back and forth between mine for several seconds as if searching for something. Then he releases my wrists and sits back on his heels with an air of remorse.
“I wanted you so badly I was willing to throw my brother at you if that was what it took for you to let your guard down.”
“And then what?” I sit up too, the pressure behind my eyes rising. “Were you hoping he’d get his fill of me? Lose interest? Is that why you put me inhisbed instead of your own?”
“Ash doesn’t care for a girl once she’s spread her legs for him. He only wants you because you’re mine.”
My voice attracts a quiver. “And how long untilyoulose interest?”
His shoulders drop with a sigh. “Em, I’ve never connected with anyone like this. There’s something in you that wants out. I hear its call…” His hands come up to gesture. “It sings to me. It’s the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. I’llnevergrow tired of it.” He clasps my face. “I see your dark side. Let me show you how beautiful you are.”
His words are full of demand, but there’s a plea in his eyes he won’t voice. I see that he’s hurting. That for the first time he let himself become vulnerable.
So I give in. I don’t resist.
The moment his lips meet mine, Mason’s rage dissipates. It’s replaced by something else.Desperation.
“You’re a drug, Em, better than the high of adrenaline, and I can’t fucking breathe unless I’m inside you.” The stubble lining his jaw is harsh against my skin. A burn chases the friction.
Mason opens my mouth with his. Pressing his chin to mine, he urges me backward until I’m flat on the mattress, caged beneath the unyielding demand of his body. Every muscle ripples with tension.
His shallow breaths judder as his hands work his boxers down, then in one sweep, the blanket is gone, and he’s settled in between my thighs.
Mason aligns himself, never breaking from his kiss. He spears me in a single thrust, his hips slamming into me so sharp and raw, it rips a cry from my throat.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he rasps on his retreat. “Let me hear you.”Thrust.“Cry for me.”Thrust.
A shockwave after shockwave thunders through my body. His left hand curls into a fist at the base of my skull, forcing my head back while the steep points of his fingers dig into the muscle of my ass.
The headboard bangs against the wall. Mason lets me feel every thick inch of his engorged length. Tip to base he comes at me again and again, and with each thrust, he kisses me harder, biting my bottom lip like he wants to devour me.
