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Chapter 13
Lacey stretched out her arms and released a long sigh that swirled through the air as she gazed out over the surrounding forest. The sun was beginning to rise, transforming the entire area into a glittering landscape of golds, russets, and reds.
A tumult of wild noises – the cry of an owl, the sweet song of a lonely bird, and the scurrying of various small creatures that called the forest home – danced on the light breeze, almost completely drowning out the sound of the frogs in the nearby ponds or streams. Not that she’d seen any them yet, since Mason refused to let her wander too far without him.
Now he’d placed the mating bite upon her, and he’d accepted it wasn’t going anywhere, he found it difficult to be separated from her.
Lacey didn’t know how to feel about the fact that she felt the same way.
They’d spent the night together exploring all the ways their bodies fit together. Lacey’s throat still burned with screaming his name as he took her again and again, the heat of his touch scorching every last inch of her soul.
Christ, that man could kiss.
As well as everything else.
But standing outside on the porch, the wind trailing its cool fingers through her long hair, slightly damp from her earlier shower, Lacey couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with more emotions than simple desire.
She needed him.
Wanted him.
But she didn’t want to want him. She’d spent the last nine years by herself, focusing on her business, trying to make a life away from the sorrow of her teens. She’d almost convinced herself she’d done a good job of it when Mr Gorgeous suddenly appeared in her life.
And now the thought of being away too long from him sent every cell in her body screaming in response.
In the throes of mindless passion, it was exhilarating. Now, with her body sated and calm, it just made her anxious. In more than one way.
“Lacey!”
The sound of Mason calling her name from within the house caught her attention. For a long moment, she stood beside the old plastic table and chairs, the empty coke cans thankfully disposed, and wondered if she should go inside or not.
Half of her yearned to run straight into his arms and burn her soul on his hot kisses once more; the other half screamed for her to come to her senses and run before he found out the truth.
Ah, the joys of decisions.
As the battle raged within her mind, Lacey just stood there, forcing herself to inhale. Once she had taken several large ones and settled her nerves somewhat, she flicked the damp dark locks of hair behind her ear, pushed open the door, and headed inside as the breeze licked a cool waft over her legs.
Before they’d retired to bed, Mason had washed her clothes, claiming they were too dirty for her to wear. Fine, the jeans had grass and leaves and dirt stains, her panties wet with other things, but Lacey swore he’d only washed them because it gave him an excuse to keep her naked.
Although she had borrowed a t-shirt from him, a light blue Tokyo Ghoul one with Kaneki. Lacey couldn’t help but be impressed. Not only did the man make love like a god and knew how to wash clothes, but they shared a love of Japanese anime. Tokyo Ghoul was her favourite, as was his, but Mason didn’t particularly care for Black Butler, another personal favourite of hers.
Oh well, three out of four wasn’t bad, right?
She moved through the house, basking in the warmth of the sun shining through the windows. For a cabin in the middle of nowhere, it had plenty of windows. Whoever built it must have designed it to get the best light possible, she thought.
When Mason called her name once more, she followed the sound of it to the back of the cabin, towards the kitchen.
And stopped at the same time her heart did.
Light streamed from the open window behind him, making him appear like a fiery god. It lit up his skin, transforming it from sun-kissed to exquisite bronze. The sun caught the lighter strands in his dark hair, and sent shadows dancing over one side of his perfectly chiselled face and the contours of his muscular chest. He wore nothing but a simple pair of grey sweats, a blue mug in his hand, steam rising towards the ceiling. If she were a man, no doubt she’d be pitching a tent right about then, she thought.
But he wasn’t alone this time.
The girl he’d carried so lovingly in his arms only two days stood beside him. Her long red hair dripped with water, obviously having just come out of the shower, and she was clothed in a pair of black jeans and a simple white t-shirt.
Now she was conscious, Lacey studied her. Her skin still remained pale, and she had to wonder if that was a thing of all natural redheads or just from the blood loss, but her eyes were bright and alert. Lacey marvelled at the brilliant blue of them. They reminded her of the ocean at midnight, sparkling and bright.
At first glance, Lacey found it difficult to pair them as siblings. Mason’s jawline was too chiselled, whereas his sister’s was heart-shaped; their eyes were different colours, their mouths were also dissimilar.
