Page 24 of Feral Mate

Her body relaxed completely. “I know Campbell by reputation. Cave lions tend to be loners for the most part, which might account for our dwindling numbers.”

“We’ll see what we can do about increasing them,” he leered, making her blush.

“If the Resistance is wanting to bring NLGP down, I’m all in. I can’t even imagine what horrors exist that we haven’t seen. And unless someone has a physical science or medical background, I don’t think you really understand the depth of their depravity.”

Mason was surprised at the depth of her feelings and supposed that alone must prove her point. When she shuddered, he drew her onto his lap, holding her close. Nuzzling her neck, she raised her head to look at him as his cock throbbed beneath her, indicating it thought the discussion portion of the visit ought to be over.

Smiling, she began to kiss her way down his throat and torso, sliding down the bed until her mouth was poised over the broad head of his cock. Opening her mouth, she sucked him in as she swirled her tongue around him. Mason groaned, fisting her hair and tugging her head back.

“We don’t have time. They’ll be coming for me. Hopefully, whatever they dosed me with won’t undo the good your injection did.”

She grinned. “I feel pretty confident that my therapy will protect you—I injected you with a heavy dose of my own DNA. I should probably tell you that you are becoming a cave lion. I know we should have discussed it…”

He cut off her mea culpa with a deep kiss. “These are extraordinary circumstances. We had neither the time nor the ability. You did what you thought was best to save me, and given the difference in how I feel, I’m inclined to say you made the right decision. Be advised, however, I reserve the right to mark you with a claiming bite when we get somewhere safe.”

Emery grinned. “Duly noted. Now where was I? Oh yes, I remember…”

“You were stopping because we don’t have the time…”

“For us to make love for hours and hours? No. But I would prefer they don’t find you in a fully aroused state. Let me take care of that.”

She waited until he nodded. As she closed her mouth over him again, he couldn’t help the groan that escaped him. Plunging his hands into her tangled blonde mane, he began to thrust into her mouth, watching as his cock disappeared inside, seeking that soft place at the back of her throat. When he withdrew, she hollowed her cheeks, trying not to lose him.

Over and over, he satisfied his need to use her, allowing her to roll her tongue over his skin as he pulled back only to burrow back in. As Emery used her mouth to provide him with exquisite sensations, he felt his balls draw up as he sank into the depths of her mouth, spilling his cum down her throat. She looked up at him, her grin every bit as cocky as the one Lewis Carroll wrote about Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.

Destiny had gifted him with a fated mate who would never truly submit. Their pairing would be an intricate and subtle fight for who held the upper hand between them. She might think it would be a fair fight, but she was wrong. He would be the dominant partner, but he’d ensure she never felt as if she didn’t have his complete respect and love.

Love? He tested the word in his mind. Yep, what he was feeling surpassed pure lust or need. He was in love with his fated mate. His resolve to bring down the NLGP and defeat the Shadow League strengthened. Nothing and no one would keep him from his mate and their shared destiny.

From somewhere outside the dreamscape, he heard the door to his room being unlocked.

“I love you. Be careful.”

“You’re the one who needs to be careful. If it comes to it, leave me and get out. Get to the Harbor Light. The owner’s a friend. Call the Sheriff’s Office in Mystic River, Alaska. Tell them who you are and that you need an immediate extraction. They’ll get you to safety.”

“I’m not leaving you,” she said.

“You must. If you care for me at all, don’t ask me to die with your death on my conscience. Promise me, Emery.”

“Mason…”

“Promise me.”

“Harbor Light and call the Sheriff in Mystic River, Alaska.”

“You are my beautiful, courageous fated mate and I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said her voice filled with anguish.

He had to return to himself before he could truly reassure her, but he left her feeling more confident about them and their future. The Shadow League had no idea of the strength of those coming against them. They might have some concerns about the men as they represented a vast and powerful group of apex predators and others, but Mason believed it would be the women that surprised them. He would bet serious money that they discounted, if not disregarded entirely, the strength and power of the women who had chosen to join the Resistance. Poor dumb bastards. Mason almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

Mason could feel his spirit sinking back into his physical self and could feel the DNA with which Emery had injected him was working its magic to heal and turn him. Yeah, this was going to be fun, and being so much bigger and more powerful than Carson was going to be a hoot.

As he became more aware of his surroundings, Mason tried to open his eyes just the tiniest bit to see what was going on.

“Shit. He’s starting to come to,” said one of the two orderlies who’d been attending him.

“Remember, we aren’t supposed to give him a full dose of sedatives. Dr. Perkins wants him a little more responsive.”

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