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Chapter 9
Fire erupted through Lacey’s veins, rising the temperature of her blood to boiling point as Mason gripped the back of her neck in a vice-like grip and deepened the kiss.
Need slammed through every inch of her body, dissolving every ouch of breath from her lungs with the intensity of it. That warm, heady scent of sandalwood and wild ginger enveloped her senses. She ran her hands over the strong muscles of his bare arms, relishing in the heat that radiated from his flesh.
Christ, she’d missed the heat that came from werewolves. No one could explain why their skin ran hot to the touch, even in the depths of winter, but Lacey loved it.
Craved it.
Yearned for it.
She needed more.
Opening her mouth, she welcomed Mason inside. She removed her hands from his biceps to wind her arms around his neck, but the sensation of his bare skin still burned her flesh. He explored her mouth, demanding to taste every inch of her. Lacey couldn’t help but allow him to take possession.
She was his, and he knew it.
Something deep within her body knew it as well.
It didn’t matter if there was an explanation for the feelings he conjured up in her. All she knew was that she couldn’t escape it. Something tied her body, her soul, to this man, whether she – or he – liked it. This dark, brooding shifter with eyes so deep she would drown in them if she allowed it.
Sliding greedy hands further over her skin, Lacey released one groan after the other. Mason drank them down, eager to consume whatever she gave. One hand gripped her waist, drawing her closer to him.
All she could do was obey.
She needed this man, more than she’d ever needed anyone. The fire he caused blazed, rendering her useless to anything reason could come up with. It fired her blood to a fevered pitch. When he pulled away from her mouth, she stifled the urge to cry, to slam her body against his, to sear his skin with the flames he ignited within her.
The darkness in his eyes burned with as much need as it did in hers. He may have wanted her to leave, to not come back, but he couldn’t deny the fire any more than she could.
“You’re coming with me,” he growled.
Suddenly, he pulled her to her feet and with strong hands, swiftly threw her over his shoulder, heading out of the room and straight down the hallway
“Oh my,” Lacey whispered, all the air dissipating from her lungs. “What strong arms you have.”
He swatted her on the ass, producing a startled yelp at the sudden sting of it. Fuck. She wanted more, needed more. “All the better to hold you down and devour you with.”
Laughter erupted out of her mouth. “Bring it on. I’m ready to be consumed.”
It didn’t take him more than a few seconds to head into what appeared to be his bedroom. Lacey managed to get a glimpse of a wooden dresser and blue curtains before he tossed her onto his bed and started pulling off her boots.
It didn’t take them long to get the rest of her clothes off. Warm fingers trailed down the sides of her breasts, quickly followed by his mouth, trailing a line of heat as it went. His tongue flicked across her nipple, fast, wet, then morphed into something harder, rougher.
Logic faded, bleeding into pure, heated desire. She needed more. Mason released her breast in one long pull so that the nipple stretched between his teeth. Chills erupted throughout Lacey’s body, sending shudders of ecstasy through every inch of her.
Freeing her nipple completely, Mason stood up and hurried out of his jeans. Gasping, Lacey gaped at the sight of him. Long, thick, uncut, bigger than any man she’d known before, his member stood ready for attention.
Wrapping her hand around it, she wiggled off the bed and sank to her knees. Slowly, she welcomed him inside her mouth, her tastebuds erupting at the taste of him.
Groans echoed in her ears as she tasted him. That smooth skin felt heavenly against her tongue and she relished every second of it. He arched his back, his thrusts slow at first, teasing her tongue and tonsils. He filled her mouth, and he wasn’t even all the way in yet. Lacey breathed through her nose, wanting, aching, to take him all in.
Then Mason’s hands gripped the sides of her face as he started thrusting in and out, hitting the back of her throat, pressing further down. Above her, curses ripped through the air, along with a chorus of groans.
Lacey wondered if she could have an orgasm just through this alone.
Pulling away, Mason lay on the bed, his hands on her waist, pulling her on top. But instead of positioning her over that delicious cock, he wriggled down until her core stood over his mouth.
“Take your pleasure from me, Lacey,” he ordered, his tone thick with longing.
