Sebastian and Mason,
Enjoy.
Regards,
Madame Evangeline.
He smiled, put the note back in the envelope, and handed it to Mason. He then lifted the lids. Under one was a steak with potatoes and vegetables and under the other was what looked like fettuccine carbonara, his favorite.
Damn, she’s good.
“Looks like she had them send up a tray of our fave foods.” Mason walked up behind him, so close he could feel his body heat, then peeked over his shoulder.
“Oh yeah, meat and potatoes. Yum.”
Neither of them said anything else. They ducked into the bathroom to wash up then grabbed their food and took a seat. After a few mouthfuls, he finally got up the courage to askthequestion. “So you’re not human?”
Mason stopped eating, put his utensils down, and chuckled. “Nothing like skipping straight to the difficult stuff. The short answer is no, not as you understand the word. I am what they call a shapeshifter. I turn into a wolf.”
If he hadn’t seen Marcus’s face morph right in front of him, he would have thought Mason made fun, but he had. “So you’re some kind of werewolf?”
“No. Werewolves are humans bitten and infected with a disease which forces them to change shape on the full moon. I’m a shapeshifter. I was born with the ability to shift into a wolf, and I can do it at will. Anytime I want.”
“Huh. Okay.”
“Is that it?” Mason asked.
“I guess so. I don’t really know what to say. It’s a little much to take in. But I believe you. I’m trying to adjust to the fact that mythological creatures are actually real.”
“I understand, and I’ll give you as much time as you need.” Mason returned to eating, but he looked up with every mouthful.
Did he need time? Could he walk away and potentially never see Mason again? He didn’t even need to think about the answer. He might not understand everything, but he wanted Mason with a dire need, and, now that he had him, he wasn’t letting him go. He should probably be far more freaked out by the whole situation and running for the hills. Not wondering what the hell his change looked like.
“Why do you keep staring at me?” Mason asked. “Not that I mind, but is there something else you want to know?”
The glint in Mason’s eye had him biting the bullet. “Okay. Can I see your wolf?”
“You sure? I don’t want to freak you out.”
“Oh I’m sure.”
He stood and started undressing. With every inch of skin he revealed, Sebastian’s cock grew harder. The big hunk of man had such a beautiful physique, all long, lean muscled lineswith a small smattering of hair in the appropriate places. When he took off his pants and his dick popped out, proud and tall, the memory of how he’d felt inside him had his heart beating faster. No matter what he wanted to be with Mason, nothing—not even him not being human—would change that.
Clothes in a pile on the floor, Mason stepped back a couple of paces, and then the air around him seemed to swirl. Fur sprouted all over him. His arms lengthened and thickened, and so did his legs. Sebastian had to put his hands over his ears when loud popping and cracking sounds echoed around the room. Mason didn’t seem to notice. In no time at all, a wolf stood in front of him. A giant one, almost double the size of the ones he’d seen in the wild. He had gorgeous pale-gray fur with some white woven in.
“Can I touch you?”
The wolf nodded and stepped closer.
Sebastian placed a hand behind an ear. So soft, yet the fur obviously covered some powerful muscles. He scratched the spot, and Mason growled. It sounded almost like a moan. “You’re amazing.” He’d gotten so lucky.
He stepped back and started unbuttoning his shirt. “I need you.”
In an instant, a naked Mason stood before him. “Fuck, I’m so glad to hear it.”
