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“For turning you without your consent…”
Mason fisted her hair and hauled her into his embrace. Feeling her conflicting emotions flowing down the bonding link to him, he chuckled. “You have nothing to apologize for. You did nothing wrong, but just so we’re clear…”
He wasted no time stripping her naked, bending her over, placing her hands on the footboard and then stepping behind her, kicking her feet apart and taking his place before unfastening his jeans. She glanced back over her shoulder to see him push them down over his strong haunches, freeing his long, thick, hard cock. Stepping closer, he angled his cock and placed it against the opening of her sex. Grasping her hips, he breached her, impaling her on his staff.
Emery cried out as a climax, swift and sure, washed over her with a force and passion that took her breath away. She’d never come before with no foreplay and just from the act of penetration, but she had a feeling that while it might have been the first time, it wouldn’t be the last.
Mason groaned. “I have been wanting to do this since before you woke up. God, when I sink into you, it’s like coming home. There is nothing and nobody that means more to me than you. You are my savior and my fated mate and no cave lion before or since will know what it is to call you that.”
He tightened his grip on her hips and began to thrust in and out with a ferocity and fervor that startled and enthralled her. He tightened his hold, and the thrusting gave way to pounding as his cock grazed her inner walls, forcing them to accept and surrender to his dominance. Over and over he hammered her pussy as another orgasm crashed around her, devastating her with its strength. His rough fucking was frenzied with a need that was primal in its fury.
Emery tried to rise, but Mason grasped the nape of her neck and pressed down, pinning her in place. She struggled, feeling as though she had to do so, but it accomplished nothing. There was no escaping his mesmerizing hold or control. She felt her body ascending to new heights as he pleasured her, purring at her and making everything right in the world. Her system was suffused with peace as she came and he gave a final brutal thrust, holding himself deep inside as he emptied himself into her.
When he was done, Mason picked her up, deposited her on the side of the bed closest to the wall, removed his clothes and crawled in beside her.
“Any questions?” he asked.
“No,” she laughed. “I guess that about covers it.”
“Good. Let’s get some sleep before I ravage you again. I have to tell you, this cave lion thing has got a lot going for it.”
The flight took almost twenty-four hours to get from Halifax, Nova Scotia to Windsong on Kodiak Island, Alaska, including the break for the pilot to catch some sleep and to take on fuel and supplies. They landed in the cold, gray dawn at Windsong, Colby Reynolds’ magnificent estate outside of Mystic River.
“Welcome,” said the lynx-shifter, standing in the driving compartment of an open sleigh. “We can take you down to the house in one of the SUVs, but I thought I’d offer you a more romantic option.”
“Can we take the sleigh?” Emery asked, looking up at Mason.
“If it pleases you,” he rumbled.
“Excellent,” said Colby. Once Mason had helped her into the sleigh, Reynolds passed them a warm blanket to spread over their laps and clucked to the team of two horses. “Welcome home. Mason, your brother is most anxious to see you. He even left his beloved lab down in Otter Cove to wait for you here.”
“He and Amelia are fine?” Mason asked.
“Once they knew you were alive and that we had you out of that hellhole, they quit worrying so much.”
“Does my brother know?”
“That your mate turned you and you are now a cave lion? Yes, and he couldn’t care less. Deke, however, is delighted and is anxious to speak with Emery as he feels there may be a familial connection. He has also indicated he thinks two cave lions versus a hellhound might be entertaining.”
Mason laughed. “Deke would. I worried he would never settle down, but his Annie seems to suit him almost as well as my Emery does me.”
“You know what they say about rogues: when they meet the one woman with whom they share a destiny, they make the best mates. I understand you met mine.”
“Who?” asked Emery.
“Brie,” supplied Mason. “Problem is Brie doesn’t agree with him.”
“Oh, she does,” explained Colby. “She’s just being difficult and seems to think there’s some sort of conflict of interest what with her being the head of the Shadow Sisters.”
“Well isn’t there?” asked Emery. “The stories I’ve heard are that the Shadow Sisters help female shifters forced to live lives they didn’t choose for themselves.”
“That is one of the things on which they focus. But they have also become an integral part of the Resistance, and if Brie would agree to take her place at my side, she could accomplish so much more.”
Emery settled next to Mason as Colby drove them from the airstrip down to the welcoming mansion on the sea cliff. They were welcomed by many from Colby’s clowder.
“Mason! Emery!” called Carson as he ran down the stairs.
The brothers embraced. “I understand you’ve met my fated mate.”
