Page 98 of Such a Feral Little Lamb
Mason laughs. He kisses the side of my neck and then lets go, walking back into the bedroom. Before I can reach him, he strips the bed down, grabs a sheet from the cupboard, and covers the mattress quickly.
“You don’t have to… We’re just going to dirty it again.”
Mason comes back to me and takes my hands in his. “I’ll always take care of you, little lamb. Come here.”
He pulls me close, and I stumble into the kiss, the first touch of his mouth feeling like I’m coming home. He goes slowly at first, like we’re kissing for the first time all over again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and sink into him.
This isn’t all I need, but it’s a large part of it. His touch. The certainty he’ll catch me when I fall.
He does, when we trip over to the bed. Mason huffs against my mouth, spread out beneath me, and I kiss him again, heart racing at his fingers pressing into my skin and the way his teeth drag against my lips.
When I pull back, we’re both breathing hard. “Need you,” I get out, and Mason’s eyes darken. He pushes up against me and kisses me again, shoving his hands into my hair.
“Always,” he murmurs. “I’ll always give you what you need, little lamb.”
I groan. That’s what I want to hear. His touch comes with more bite, my skin singing with the onset of bruises Iwantto litter my skin. I stroke over his shoulders, down his chest, and Mason hitches one leg around mine, thrusting his hips up.
We rock together as we kiss, air heating around us. For the first time since he went missing, I feel like I’m touching the ground again. I tear my mouth away to kiss down his jaw and Mason pants against my ear, hands sliding down my back so he can grab my arse.
“Can I…?”
“Yes.”
He kisses me again, desperately, and when he rolls us over, I wrap my legs around his hips. Mason reaches past me for the lube, and I pepper kisses over his collarbone before I scrape my teeth down his shoulder.
“Fuck, little lamb. More of that.”
I nip the top of his shoulder, then his pec. When I slide my tongue over his nipple, Mason hisses through his teeth and grabs the back of my head to keep me there.
He arches his chest into my touch, and I lick and bite until he drags my head back again. His eyes are wild when he stares down at me. “Show me.”
My face flushes. Mason shuffles back on his knees and I spread my legs, then grab the backs of my thighs to draw them up to my chest. He shoves at one arse cheek, and even with the way the shadows are flickering with the candle, I know he can see exactly what he wants to.
“I wasn’t joking before, little lamb,” Mason says. “I might just keep you here.”
“Only if I want it too.”
His expression softens. “Only ever that,” he agrees.
He grabs the lube, and my breath catches as he slicks up his fingers. Mason never breaks eye contact as he circles my hole. I whine and rock my hips, trying to push down on him.
“Relax,” Mason coos. “We have all the time in the world.”
I swallow. We do. Well, wedon’t, because at some point Rae will probably come to check I’m alive, and Mason might not be in charge of Gravesend, but he’s certainly important enough that someone will want to speak to him, too, and we have to hold funerals, and I still want us to go out and end the curse and help survivors—
But we have the luxury of time here. We don’t have to rush.
He kisses me as his finger breaches me, and I groan around his tongue. I feel no burn, nothing but the satisfaction of being filled, the anticipation of what is to come.
“More,” I say against his mouth.
Another finger joins the first, both rocking in and out, crooking to stroke against my insides. I feel feverish, suddenly aching for him in a way I’ve rarely felt before. My hands areeverywhere, squeezing and digging in hard enough that I’ll leave my own marks on all of Mason’s pale skin.
“That’s it,” Mason says, adding a third finger. When he crooks them this time, he grazes my prostate, and I cry out at the pleasure that sparks through me. My cock leaks against my stomach, red and hard, but I barely care about that at all. I need him inside me. I need to be as connected to him as I can, for as long as I can. I need—
“Mason, please!” I cry. “I need you.”
“I’m here.”
