Page 68 of Such a Feral Little Lamb
Mason’s expression softens. He arches into the hand I smooth over his ribs and lets out a quiet groan.
“A knife,” he says when I touch the clean scar, the one that looks deliberate.
“Is that to do with the ritual you talked about? When it comes to magic?”
Mason lets out a breathless laugh. “You’re quick,” he says, voice warm. “Yes. A hard spell. A long time ago.”
“And this?” I touch the one on his arm that seems more like a tear. Mason’s thighs tighten on either side of mine.
“A bite.”
“An animal?”
“Sure.”
Mason kisses me again. The air around us warms as he gets my T-shirt off, then starts rocking his hips against mine. I break the kiss and ignore the plaintive sound he makes in response. It turns into a hum when I kiss his throat, then a moan when I dig my teeth in.
“Yes, Isaac,” he whispers. He grabs at my shoulders. “Yes, yes.”
I bite down harder, sure that I’m leaving a bruise behind. Mason loves it. He whines when I suck that spot, hips thrusting forward frantically.
“Fuck, little lamb, I—” Mason pulls my hair hard enough that I gasp and lift my head. His eyes are so dark when they meet mine. “I’m keeping you. You understand that, don’t you?”
“Mason…”
He growls and pushes his hips forward again. I can’t fight the way my body responds to his, and I don’t want to. Why would I? I’ve never met anyone who wants me like this. Not just in bed, but out of it. He can fight. He can hold his own.
“I’ll keep you locked away down here if I have to,” Mason murmurs in my ear. He bites my earlobe, and I groan. “You’ll never have to worry about zombies, or that fucking Citadel, or all those people who’d betray you at the drop of a hat. All you have to think about is me.”
I grab his arse and roll us so he’s on his back beneath me. Mason stares up at me, eyes wide. He’s not expecting it.
“And what will you do?” I ask. He reaches for me, but I lean back and my hands fall to the waistband of my trousers. Mason freezes in place.
“What will I…?”
“While you’ve got me locked away down here, no one else can touch me. No one else canlookat me. And what will you be doing in this scenario?”
“Touching you.” He reaches again, but I grab his hand and shake my head. Mason lets out a breathless laugh. “Worshippingyou.”
“Every night?”
“Every hour of every day—” I push my trousers down a little way, and Mason groans. “Isaac, please.”
“Please what?”
“Let me fuck you. Let me worship you.” He bites his lower lip, then lets it go. “Let me love you.”
Fuck. The words make my heart stutter. Isn’t that all I want? All I’ve ever wanted? After everything that happened with my parents, after being left alone for years and years, watching my own back and killing zombies and losing a friend—
Would this be the worst choice I’ve ever made?
“Do you have—”
Mason nods frantically.
“Okay. Get undressed.”
I stand because I need a moment, just a second, and Mason reads it from my face. He climbs off the bed as I kick off my boots and snatches something from the pocket of his jacket.
