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Let’s go, Sam.Mason snickered at his wolf, making sure to call the animal by the name Jane had given him.
Fuck off,his wolf replied.
Whatever. All it took was some cold chicken, and she turned you into her lap dog. But we need to go. You know what happened the last time I decided to let you stay in control while I slept. You almost got us killed. We’re not doing that again. Now, let’s go.Mason pushed at the animal with all the mental might he could muster, warning him that he wasn’t playing around.
Fine!his wolf replied, stretching his limbs.
* * *
After sneakingout of Jane’s house and running back to his house, he ordered a pizza and hopped in the shower. Thankfully, Giles had already retired for the evening, and Mason didn’t have to answer any questions. As much as he had wanted to stay with her, it was a no-go.
He did feel bad for the fact that she would wake up wondering where Sam went and how he managed to get out of her house, but it wasn’t something he could worry about long-term. However, he would allow his wolf to go back and visit her as long as she allowed it.
After a quick shower, he scarfed down the entire pizza while he answered a few work and pack emails. It was all shit he had put off that needed to get done. Needless to say, his attention had been thoroughly wrecked since he’d met his mate. Normally, he’d throw himself into work and pack matters, but he had little taste for those things. He needed to lock down and seal the deal with his mate, so his life could get back to business as usual before either started to suffer from his lack of attention to detail.
He'd worry more about that later. Right now, he needed to see what Jane was up to in her dreams. He stepped out of his pants and left them piled up on the floor, quickly adding his shirt to the mix, and hopped into bed.
“Now, where are you, gorgeous?” he asked as he closed his eyes and concentrated on forming a connection with his mate. He half expected to find her in her bakery again. This time though, she was wading through a field of wildflowers. She looked happy and as if she didn’t have a single care in the world.
God, she was gorgeous. With her long brunette locks swirled around in the light breeze, and she batted them out of her face as she bent down to smell one of the flowers. She must have caught the sight of him out of the corner of her eye as she stood and turned to face him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I was looking for you,” he answered honestly.
“I’m glad you found me.” She smiled up at him as she closed the distance between them.
“Is that so?” His heart raced. He could barely contain the smile spreading across his face. He loved knowing that she liked him … even if it was only in her dreams. It meant that her subconscious was open to the idea of getting to know him, even if she actively denied it.
“It is.”
Damn, her smile was radiant, and her baby blue eyes sparkled in the sun. He wanted to pull her into his arms and make love to her and never wake up from the wonders of her dream.
“Kiss me,” she commanded.
Who was he to deny his mate’s commands?
Mason’s lips closed over hers. Slowly and tentatively at first. He loved her sweet candy taste. His tongue slipped into her mouth when she let out a soft moan. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, and he pulled her close. He was rewarded with the scent of her desire.
“I want you,” he pulled back from the kiss and growled.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, yanking his shirt over his head. He tossed his head back when she began kissing and licking his neck and his chest, teasing his nipples.
“Jesus,” he moaned. “You’ve got far too many clothes on, baby.”
“I do, don’t I? Maybe, you can help me out of them.” She lifted her arms over her head and waited.
Mason didn’t waste a second, grabbing her top and yanking it off her. His eyes darted to her black lace bra covering her heavy breasts. A little black bow sat right in the center of the material.
“As much as I love the presentation and the bow, the bra has got to go,” he said as he kissed the tops of her breasts.
“I quite agree.” Her hands tunneled through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp.
With a flick of his fingers, her bra landed next to her feet. His mouth closed over one of her nipples and then the other. The tiny buds quickly hardened with each swipe of his tongue.
He pushed her skirt off her hips and to the ground. Then his fingers worked their way between her legs.
“Mason!” she cried out.
