Page 99 of Such a Feral Little Lamb
He drags his fingers free and leans over me, searching again for something… I lean up and press a kiss over his heart.
“Your magic,” I murmur.
“Yes?”
“It healseverything?”
Mason blinks down at me. “Yes. As far as I know.”
I swallow. Regular blood tests are part of my job anyway, so I already know I’m safe. And I trust Mason. I really do.
“Take me bare,” I say.
Mason goes still. He stares down at me as though he doesn’t quite understand the words I’m saying, but then they hit him all at once and he scrambles back down to kiss me hard.
“You’re sure?” he asks between kisses. “You’re absolutely—”
“Certain, yes.” I grab his shoulders and rub up against him. “Get inside me. Fuck.”
Mason grins, a grin that is all dark promise, and kneels between my legs again. I tilt my hips up and watch, transfixed, as he slicks himself up and positions the weeping head of his cock against my hole.
My legs tremble. I grab the sheets with one hand and his arm with the other. My thumb brushes that scar on his forearm. Mason strokes one hand over my thigh.
He pushes inside slowly, like he wants to tease me. Still, it forces the air from my lungs, and I arch my back, desperate for more of him, desperate to never be parted from him again.
“That’s it, little lamb,” he murmurs and kisses me softly. “You can take it.”
Oh, I know I can. That’s not the issue. I hook a leg around his hips to drag him closer, and Mason growls and nips my jaw. He takes the hint, though, and his next thrust fills me to the hilt, tearing another cry from my throat.
Mason grins. He plants his elbows on either side of my head and kisses me as he begins to fuck me. Each thrust is deep enough to make me gasp. I shiver all over, mewling into his mouth, and he just holds me, fills me, gives me everything I never knew I needed.
I pant against his mouth. Mason bites my lower lip until I taste blood and when I gasp at the shock of pain, he grins and licks it from my skin.
“You’re all mine, little lamb. Every part of you.”
“Yes,” I hiss and grab the back of his head to pull him in for another kiss. “And you’re mine. Mine to keep.”
Mason groans. His kisses are clumsy, suddenly feeling as desperate as mine. My cock rubs against his stomach on every thrust. I think I can come like this, pleasure building and building and building until I can’t think of anything but the way Mason feels against me and that I never want this to end—
“Isaac,” Mason cries. His eyes flutter shut as his hips slap against me over and over. I bite my lip as he groans and pushes in deep, then shiver at the sound he makes when he comes inside me.
I hold him as he trembles, and he turns his head to press a kiss against my sweaty temple.
“Rude of me,” he says and reaches for my cock, but I push his hand away.
“Keep… Please…”
“Fuck.” Mason thrusts again, shivering at the sensation, but he hasn’t softened, and I know it won’t take long. He kisses the corner of my mouth and scrapes his teeth down my jaw. “Anything you want, little lamb. No matter if it kills me. I’ll give you anything you want, anytime you want it.”
“Mason—” I swallow a scream when he hits my prostate, and my cock rubs against his stomach again. It jerks when he moves back. “I’m going—Ohfuck, I’m never going to leave you. I promise, I, fuck—”
I come without a hand on my cock. Mason lets out a breath and collapses on me when I’ve mostly stopped shaking, though he’s faintly trembling, too.
I wrap my arms around him loosely. Mason rubs his face against my throat. He’s still inside me, and I don’t want him to pull out. I don’t want us to separate at all.
“You didn’t give me a straight answer,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“About what?”
