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“Maybe,” she replied. “It has been that way since we met. So I will give you that, maybe."
Ash reached up to his face and glided her fingers along the stubble on his jawline.
“Or maybe, just maybe,” she said, a wily look in her eyes. “It’s because I’m having astounding orgasms nearly every day. That in itself can make a person pretty sedate."
Mason growled at her, then moved her legs so he could slide between them. He climbed on top of her, the two of them smiling and giggling. Ash caught his waist in the iron claw of her thighs just as Mason went to bring his lips to hers.
“That is certainly something to consider,” he said roughly before crushing her mouth.
Ash moaned the second their lips touched. It was one of the traits that made her boundlessly sexy to him. Her thirst for his touch was insatiable. That was often the case with shifters, anyway, but her willingness to embrace it and pursue it made him hard as marble.
“Mmm, Mason,” she whimpered as he moved down to her neck. “God, you make me feel so fucking good."
The movie continued as Mason nearly tore the sweatpants from her legs, making a quick quip that he would buy her new, fresh ones. She wore red lace panties beneath them.
He dove in after ripping the lace. They had been to bed a fair amount of times before then, and because they were mates, they quickly grew to know each other’s sweet spots. The alpha suckedat her clit until she roared with pleasure, an animalistic growl blended with a sensual cry.
Mason licked her clean and was tempted to get her off again. His cock was ready to rip through his pants.
But she sat up quickly and pushed him back against the couch. She tore his pants off with miraculous precision and speed, then mounted him just as fast. Mason’s eyes rolled back as her pussy swallowed his cock whole.
“Oh, Ash,” he grunted.
“You like that baby?” she whispered into his ear.
She rode him. Their skin clapped madly against each other’s, an erotic medley of grunts and primal screams. He ripped off her T-shirt and wrapped his mouth around one tit. Ash threw her head back in another climax as he pumped inside her.
He spilled inside her a few seconds later, seeing stars as the pleasure surged through his bones. She slowed her gyrating and wrapped her arms around his head, blissed out and breathless.
“Damn," she whispered.
“I know," he replied, lavishing her neck and cheeks with kisses.
They made love again with Ash bent over the couch once the movie they were barely following ended. They made more food in the cottage as the clock struck midnight, lying naked on the couch and talking about lighter things.
Mason felt like he had found heaven on earth, even with the whole issue of the Puppeteer hanging over their heads. Ash had taken all of that away, even if it was just for one fun, easy night.
SEVENTEEN
ASH
Ash woke up the next night to the sound of a faint breeze against the window. It was still warm for autumn, but a chill had begun to creep in during the darkness of night. Though she didn’t mind winter, she found herself starting to dread it. She anticipated lonesome nights when Mason no longer needed her, though she was just as conflicted about leaving the council and accepting her role as the female alpha.
For now, she’d focus on the upcoming confrontation with the Puppeteer. They had devised their plan with Florence, and the backup plan with the enforcers was as solid as it could be.
However, she did find it odd that Derek had said he was following another lead and had been unavailable since they had made the plan. He had told Mason he didn’t want to lose the lead by spooking the person, and that was all he had shared.
She got up from bed before Mason and threw on one of his robes. It draped over her comically large. It was bathed in his smokey scent. She then went down to the kitchen and started to brew coffee. She needed some time to think before he got up. His handsome, inviting face had too much influence over her.
At least, that was what she was concerned about. The mating effect had a chokehold on her, muddying the waters of herlogical thinking. She wasn’t drowning in it, more like swaying, but it did push her in one direction more than another. She needed some time away from that to remove her head from the clouds of her blossoming affection.
Ash made enough coffee for the two of them, then took hers out on the back porch so as to not be disturbed. She sat on the step, the chill of the air sending a blanket of goosebumps running up the patches of her exposed legs.
She sipped at the hazelnut coffee, relishing its sweetness. She mused about how far she had come in a mere few weeks and how life had handed her fated mate to her on a silver platter. All in the guise of an undercover mission, no less. Truth was truly stranger than fiction.
But that didn’t mean things were always going to go swimmingly. She accepted rather quickly that Mason was her mate. But being a partner to Mason meant that she would need to leave the Interspecies Council, a role that she had defined herself by for the majority of her life.
And she would be blended into a pack. A fucking pack. The term used to make her queasy a mere few weeks before. Now, there she was, drinking coffee at the Alpha’s house.
