Page 65 of Becoming His

“It’s fine. Isn’t your mom staying? I thought it was kinda a guy thing.”

He wraps his arms around me and drops his chin on the top of my head. “Yes, she’ll still be here, but I still feel funny about leaving.”

“Will you guys be going far?” I’m curious. I didn’t even know most of the traditions surrounding a shifter Union until he told me about them.

Apparently, the shifter version of a bachelor party involves a night run and a few other things that he said would probably gross me out. I think they hunt as wolves or some manly nonsense. “No, Little One, sometimes we go off the property, but I already told everyone we would be staying close.” His hands tickle down my bare arms, and he turns me to face him. My head spins as I stare up at the most handsome face I’ve ever seen, and I’m astounded that he looks down at me the same way. I know I’m okay to look at, men have always been attracted to my large breasts and big butt. My skin is clear and light, and I’ve always been told my overly large amber eyes are expressive. But Masen makes me feel beautiful. The way his eyes follow every move I make, the way they lower as he licks his lips like he can already taste me is empowering. I love that he doesn’t hide the way he feels about me, even in front of others. How he’s always touching me and telling me how much he loves me.

After a few moments of us just looking at each other, I finally tell him. “Go! Have fun. You’ll be close, and in your wolf form if you or any of the others scent something strange, you can be home in minutes. We will be fine. I’ll probably take this little girl to bed early anyway.” I rub my hand over my belly.

“We’ll see,” is all he says, then swoops down and captures my lips in a scorching kiss. “Sorry my boy makes you so sleepy,” he says to my lips before pulling back. I just shake my head. “Either put some clothes on, or I’ll take the rest off,” he murmurs while pushing both hands under the waistband of my pants and squeezing my butt. “Take them off,” he demands suggestively.

As I’m about to agree, we hear his brother right outside the door. “Mase, I know you’re busy, but can I talk to you for a minute?” His voice is timid.

“Fuck me.” Masen growls.“Now?”he asks louder.

“Yeah man, I’m sorry, but I know you’re leaving soon so it needs to be now.” Masen throws his head back and blows out a deep breath.

“It’s fine, baby. He needs you. Maybe you can find out what’s really going on.”

He looks down at me and grins. “Did you just call me baby? You’re my baby. I’ll be your stud or big daddy, you can even call me cowboy ‘cause I love when you ride me.” He picks me up, and my legs wrap around his waist. “But baby?” he questions jokingly.

“It just slipped out, Big Hoss, calm down. How about I just call you, Mine,” I whisper the last part into his ear and nibble his lobe. His answer is a deep rumble up his chest right before my back hits the door. One hand is tugging on the button of my pants, and the other is braced against the wall. His hips keep me pinned. My hands explore every inch of him I can reach.

I hear a strangled sigh and remember Sniffer needs Masen’s help. “Masen.” He grunts and uses his thumb to caress my nipple. “Masen,” I say a little more insistently.

“Love when you say my name, baby,” he coos and pulls my bra cup down having already unbuttoned my pants.

“He needs you.” His brow furrows in confusion. “Sniffer needs you,” I whisper.

His forehead drops to the door right beside my head. “Need a fucking guest house,” he rants, setting me down as he continues to mumble he must say fuck, fucker, or fucking at least ten times.

I kiss his cheek. “Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done, Big Daddy,” I say playfully.

His nostrils flare, and he yells, “Fucking shit, Cass,” before storming out the door.

We eat a late lunch at one of Masen’s favorite places near his office. Every waitress knows him by name and flirts shamelessly, even when I’m attached to his side. It should be flattering to know these women want him, and he’s mine. It’s pissing me off.

When a bad bottle dyed redhead makes a point to shimmy to our table from across the room to refill his already full water glass, I’ve had enough. “Back off,” I sneer loud enough for every woman watching our table to hear. “I’m getting you a wedding ring!” I state to his smirking face. “You think it’s funny?” I gape, incredulous. “These women act like they’re in heat, and you’re the only scratching post! How funny would it be if I winked at that guy over there or touched his arm while I ask where the restroom is?”

His smile falls. “I’m not doing any of that,” he defends, “They are. I’m not interested in any of these women. What man?”

“Yeah, but I’ve had to watch them do it to you, and no man would flirt with me when I’m sitting at the table with you,” I accuse. “They’re not stupid, but these tarts don’t care if I’m here or not,” I scoff.

“I won’t let it happen again. I didn’t realize. It’s just how it always is. I’ve never thought to stop it. Now, have you ever seen that man before? Has he flirted with you?”

My eyes go round in shock. Is he joking? “He hasn’t even looked at me! I was just making an example.”

Masen’s eyes lift to the stranger and narrow. “Well if he wants to walk out of here, he better keep it that way!” he says, looking right at the terrified young man, making sure he hears every word.

“Oh my God, you don’t get to be mad right now.”

His face softens when he looks at me. “I’m not mad at you, baby, never you,” he says sweetly and kisses the inside of my wrist as the waitress drops off our meals. “Eat up, my boy’s hungry.” I roll my eyes. After our discussion at the table, he is more aware of his surroundings, never letting women touch him or engage in conversation. I count no less than five that try to reach out and touch him asking the time, the time? Seriously? When we’re in the shoe store?

On the drive home, I ask, “Did Sniffer tell you what’s going on?”

He nods, keeping his eyes on the road. “Sam’s had crushes. Hell, he’s even had boyfriends, but he’s never been totally engrossed in someone the way he is with this David guy. Cass is feeling abandoned and a little territorial.” He looks over at me, judging my reaction.

“Have they ever been together, together?”

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