Page 69 of Such a Feral Little Lamb
Once I’m naked, I climb back onto the bed. Mason stands there for a moment, wearing just his trousers, and takes me in with a slow, lingering perusal.
“You’re beautiful, little lamb.”
“Mason—”
“I mean it. I won’t lie. Not to you.”
“You’re sure about that?”
He frowns and climbs onto the bed, leaning over me. The condom drops onto the pillow next to my head.
“I swear it. Anything you want to know is yours. I’m yours.”
I kiss him. It’s easier to fall into the feel of skin on skin, to help push his trousers down and away, and then to hook one leg around his hips and drag him closer. Mason’s fingers dig into myskin, count down my ribs. I bite his lower lip when he grabs hold of my hips and he grunts, cock bumping against mine.
He grabs the lube. I fold one arm behind my head and watch as he slicks up three fingers, chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. No need for words. Mason’s eyes meet mine and he reads what I want from my expression, from the way I spread my legs and tilt my hips.
Am I going to stay? I can’t answer that right now—any answer I give is liable to change. But I want this, here and now. I want to feel alive. I wanthim.
The first finger fills me slowly and tears a groan from my throat. Mason strokes his thumb over my hipbone. His eyes never leave mine as he stretches me open, first one finger, then two, then three, each added slowly and carefully, never letting me feel any pain at all.
I want it, though. Not there. Not much. I want the bruises he left before, want marks so that when—if—I go back to the Citadel, I carry part of him with me.
Mason slides his fingers free and opens the condom, then rolls it down his length. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. I’m nervous. I don’t know why. I might not have done it quite like this, so slowly, so tenderly, but I’ve been fucked before.
Is this that? Mason strokes my hipbone again as he lines up his cock. I lick my lips and nod.
“Please.”
He smiles like that’s all he needed to hear, and I toss my head back on a groan as he begins to push inside. I need him. Every beat of my heart is his, every breath that saws in and out of my lungs, and when he finally fills me, hips pressed against mine, there’s no one in my world buthim.
“My perfect little lamb,” Mason murmurs. He brushes our lips together, holding himself still and deep. The only light in here isthe flickering candle, and it makes shadows play over his face, the sharp lines of his body.
“Mason, please…”
“Anything you want,” he murmurs.
He fucks me slowly, leaning down so we’re sharing each breath. I throw my arms around his neck, then wrap my thighs around his hips. Every time I push back against him, Mason grunts and fucks me a little harder.
That’s what I want. I lean up to bite his shoulder, squeezing around him. Mason groans and his next thrust is harder, but just as deep.
“More.”
“As my lamb demands.”
Mason pushes up, planting one hand above my head. He pulls back, and his next thrust in is hard enough that I cry out, back arching. His expression changes, that possessiveness from earlier turning darker, but it only makes my cock jerk, hands still reaching for him.
He’ll never hurt me any way I don’t want. I’m sure of that. And I want this. I want the burn, the ache of it.
He wants that too. I can see it. I’ve no doubt he’ll take his time—he’llmake melet him take his time—and worship me, let me do the same to him, but here, now—
“I have you,” Mason murmurs. He kisses my mouth, then my cheek, and bites at my jaw. “I’ll give you what you need.”
I whine, kissing everywhere I can reach as he fucks me harder, faster. I almost scream when he takes hold of my cock, his first few touches teasing in how gentle they are. My senses are full of us. The sound of Mason’s grunts, his hips slapping against mine, and the creak of the bed fill this small room.
“Mason, I’m going to—Ohfuck, let me—”
His grip on my cock tightens and he huffs a laugh against my temple before his lips press there.
