She what? She’d been ignoring him lately. Her dislike for the pressure of a relationship was getting on her nerves. She wasn’t ready for talks of mating and so she was being a bitch and ignoring his animal side. The side that needed to mate and claim his woman. She wasn’t known for being soft-spoken or nice. Emma had grown up with a father who’d been strict military and he’d taught her never to give in to anyone’s demands. But was that realistic? Mason had been so thoughtful with her. He hadn’t really pushed and instead gave her the space she needed when it came to them.
She inhaled and let her shoulders drop. Maybe she should break things off with him. No! Her mind immediately screamed the word, stopping any thoughts of cutting ties with the wolf.
With a soft sigh, she stood and took another sip of wine before placing her glass down on a dresser. The lights of the candles gave his naturally pale skin a golden glow. Unlike Emma’s dark chocolate skin, Mason’s skin was pale as cream and baby smooth. She loved touching him. Being that close to him only brought out the urge to glide her fingers down his back, feeling his muscles shift under her palms.
She licked the wine off her lips and lifted a hand to touch his back. Lord, he was so damn hot. How could she consider staying away from him for even a second? Mason was the only man she wanted. And while she argued with her inability to commit daily, she didn’t want what they had to end. Ever.
She opened her mouth to speak but he turned around on her so fast she only got a glimpse of the bright gold rim around his usually gorgeous brown eyes.
“Stop it,” he ordered roughly.
He pulled her into his arms and brought his lips down over hers. The instant heat explosion sent warmth careening through her limbs. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and rubbed over hers with an aggression she wasn’t used to in Mason. Mason was strong. Bold. Sexy. The flirt she’d come to love in the years she’d been Ellie’s friend. This was new in him. There was power and command in his touch. His kiss was like a brand from her lips scorching down her veins. There was a flurry of movement. She was on her back on his bed. His lips were still on hers, owning her. She groaned, widening her legs and curling them over his powerful thighs. His erection pressed at the center of her heat.
Her body craved his touch. He lifted her hands above her head and rocked his hips into hers. She gasped into the ravenous kiss. Her panties were soaked with her need. He did that to her every time. No matter how often they had sex, he’d always made her wet with a kiss of a slow touch.
White-hot need took hold of her. Another twirl with his tongue over hers and then he bit on her lip. She moaned, sucking his tongue and urging him to continue his sweet torture. Something wound around her wrists. Her eyes jerked open and she stared into bright golden eyes. He pulled away from her lips, all the while licking his own as if he’d just tasted something delicious.
A panty-dropping smile curled his sinful lips. “Don’t move.”
She frowned and glanced up. He’d slipped her hands into ties that looped around her wrists and bound her to the bed posts. She met his smiling gaze and frowned. “What are you doing?”
He lifted a hand and she watched as his normally long fingers turned into sharp claws. He brought the claws down on her tank top, curling them on the thin material and tugging.
Rrrrip
He sliced through the top, cutting through the center of her bra as well. Her nipples puckered tight at the caress of warm air that hit them as the bra fell to the sides.
A soft moan left her lips. “Mason...”
“Shhh. If you only knew how fucking perfect you look right now.”
The rough sound of his voice sent lust from her nipples down to her clit. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, laving the little tip with his tongue. Her body heated and tension immediately coiled in her core. She groaned. Christ he was good at that. The way he flicked his tongue back and forth made her pussy slick with need.
He cupped her breasts with his hands, tweaking and fondling her. “I love to hear you moaning when I touch you.”
A gasp rushed up her throat. Lord have mercy. His touch sent tiny explosions down to her pussy. Her insides throbbed with the need to be filled.
“Mason, please. I need you inside me,” she begged, tugging at the ties.
He kissed his way down her belly. At one point she worried over how he saw her. Was she too fat with her belly rolls and too wide hips? But the way he groaned, kissing and nibbling down her body told her all she needed to know. He liked it. If his growling wasn’t enough, he was a vocal lover.
“Spread your legs for me, beautiful,” he murmured. “Let me take a peek at your wet pussy and that sexy ass.”