“Are you out of your mind? You’re not supposed to be here!” She chastised. “Did you make sure the others knew where the girls were?”
Mason chuckled that low rumbly sound that made her knees weak. “So you expected me to sit around and twiddle my thumbs while you were sitting here all alone?” He slipped around to face her and met her gaze. “Not in this lifetime, brat.”
She licked her lips and hoped he couldn’t hear the crazy thumping of her pulse against her chest. Damn, it was getting so hot out there.
“Then...what did you have in mind?”
Mason Wolfe stared deep into the eyes of his mate and had to hold back the urge to take her then and there. Emma. His beautiful, fiery woman was a pain in the ass but he wouldn’t trade her for the world.
From the second he’d laid eyes on her he’d known Emma was his. The only one for him. Unlike his brothers, he’d marked Emma as his already. The problem he was having was that Emma didn’t like accepting his words as fact. She said she would not accept his mate bite if he did not stop trying to control her. Not that he was trying to control Emma. God knew that was impossible. All he wanted was to keep her safe from the dangers in Blue Creek. Too much was going on and Emma somehow always found her way into the middle of danger. He wouldn’t— couldn’t lose her to anyone.
She swiped her wet, pink tongue over her bottom lip and focused on his lips. Hell how he wanted to kiss her. Soon. But right now, he wanted to have his own brand of fun with her. After all, she’d made sure to get her friends marked by his brothers for the night. So what did she expect would happen with her?
He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, loving the feel of her curves pressing on him. His Emma wasn’t small. She had curves. She was soft with a real body. A body he adored touching and looking at. He lowered his head and groaned as the scent of her arousal curled around them.
She didn’t hesitate. That was one of the things he loved about Emma. No matter what came out of her mouth, her body always let him know she wanted him.
Their lips met and passion broke through the cage he’d locked it in. Her lips were feather soft and she tasted so good. Like coming home. The animal under his skin pushed him to get aggressive. To get her naked and inside her. But he reined in his beast and focused on Emma. On the soft little moans she did when he swept his tongue into her mouth and glided it over hers. He focused on how she boldly stroked hers over his and lured him to play. His Emma wasn’t shy.
He held her wrists behind her back with one hand and yanked out the cuffs in his back pocket with the other. She was going to be angry, but he knew that was the only way to get her out of the mating site without argument. As much as he did love debating with her, he had something a lot more fun planned for her for the night.
The cuffs clicked into place. It took her a moment before she pulled back from their kiss, eyes dazed and confused, to say something.
“What did you do?” She asked, her voice a husky whisper that shot lust right down to his cock.
He slid a hand down the side of her face, caressing her cheek and staring at her hazel eyes. Emma was gorgeous. Even with her lips pinched into a straight line and her brows creeping down in a fierce frown. “I’m taking you somewhere.”
Her eyes widened. “I can’t leave! You know that, mutt. Now take these cuffs off me and let me get back to work.”
He grinned and glanced at the mating site where people were talking. The couple everyone had gone to see had gone off to have private time. Something he wanted badly with Emma. If he let her stay she’d just give him more excuses and he was tired of it. He wanted her now.
“No.”
She gasped. “What do you mean, no?”
He lowered his head again and brushed his lips over hers. Fuck, she tasted so good he almost forgot his plans for the night. But that was not happening this time. Emma has a tendency of making him forget everything. He inhaled her scent and let the animal inside enjoy her nearness. They’d been apart for too many days. She always let him into her home. She’d given him keys and welcomed him into her bed. The problems started when he spoke of mating. Then she’d argue that he had yet to learn she was an independent woman and had a brain on her shoulders. “I mean, I’m taking you with me.”
“Mason!” She shrieked as he picked her up off the ground and laid her over his shoulder. “You’re gonna get a hernia, you idiot!”
He laughed. She was so damn cute all angry and growly. It was one of the things he loved about Emma. She was never docile. Never easy. Never boring. Life with her had yet to become a routine.