Page 46 of Such a Feral Little Lamb
My face heats, but it’s not unpleasant. He can’t really keep me here, or at least, I believe he won’t. Not if I don’t want it.
“And then what?”
“What?” Genuine surprise that I’m playing along takes over his features.
I smile, snatch up my T-shirt from the floor, and saunter over to him. He drags his eyes from my chest to my face and swallows, flustered, if only for a precious second.
“You have me tied up. Desperate.Helpless.Then what?”
The expression on Mason’s face sharpens. I move to pull my T-shirt over my head, but he grabs my wrists, grip surprisingly tight. My heart hammers against my ribs. My cock jerks in my trousers.
“You’ll ache for it,” he murmurs. “Beg. I’ll give you what you want, but when you’re spent, I’ll keep going, fuck you hard until you’re begging all over again.”
My skin prickles at the thought of it.
“Tied to the bed, on the floor, bent over the table…” He tilts his head to one side. “Are you religious, Isaac?”
“No.” Not particularly, at least.
Mason’s eyes flash with amusement. “I’ll fuck you over the altar upstairs anyway. In the pulpit. This church is long-since deconsecrated, but we’ll desecrate it all over again.”
My breath catches in my throat and Mason takes the chance to kiss me hard. I melt against him, T-shirt dropping to the floor as I grip his biceps, and he pulls back a little way to chuckle against my lips.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” His slow, deep words sink into me like a drug. “You want me to keep you. You want me to ruin you over and over and over again.”
“Yes.”
His mouth presses against mine again gently, and he moves his hands from my wrists, up my forearms, and then to my hips.
For a moment, I only breathe him in. A question swirls in my mind, hazy and distant.
“You’d let me go if I asked, wouldn’t you?”
Mason hums. “I’d do anything if you asked.”
Does he mean it? He sounds as though he does. He sounds the way he did when he said all those things before, voice cradling the same nugget of certainty.
“Will you come and hunt zombies with me today?” I shiver when his cool hand presses against my lower back, drawing me even closer.
“Like I said, little lamb. I’ll do anything if you ask it of me.”
Chapter Fifteen
Ottodoesn’tcomewithus that day. I don’t see him at all while the sun is up. By the time Mason and I are fully dressed again, it’s time to leave, and Callum comes to let Mason know he’s keeping Otto below.
Dane scowls and mutters something under his breath, but from the expressions Blake and Autumn are wearing, I know at least some of us are relieved.
I’m still worried. What if he has turned? What if something’s gone wrong? Mason keeps a certain distance between us nowthat we’re back among the others, and I’m grateful for it, but I already crave his reassurance that Otto is healthy and whole.
We find no zombies, either, which does nothing to help with the anxious energy building in my chest. Blake is a snarl wrapped up in a jacket, with even Dane telling him to knock it off at one point.
I know I’m walking too fast as we take the hill back up to the church. Mason keeps pace with me. Rae has been shooting us both looks all afternoon, but when I glance back at her now, the same worry that’s gripping my chest is reflected in her expression.
Will Otto still be there?
“He’s fine, Isaac,” Mason says in an undertone, and I give him a sharp look.
“How did you—”
