Mason

Mason saw luring Emery away from her work as one of his primary responsibilities. It was something both he and Amelia had in common; although for Amelia, it was Mason’s twin, Carson. It helped that Carson and Emery worked closely together.

He called to Emery down the bonding link—a link he had discovered was far stronger and far more compelling than the link he’d always had with his twin. He didn’t need to see his reflection in the mirror to know that his eyes had taken on a feral, golden glow. He initiated the shift and could feel his body changing as he morphed from man to cave lion within the swirling mist of color, sound and light.

He was close enough to catch her scent on the wind, permeating the air and overwhelming even the strong scent of the sea. Mason could feel the change in her as his scent reached her, combining with his call to join him. Mason’s nostrils flared and his lips drew back in a silent grimace, his pupils growing larger and darker.

Her seductive purr reached down the link to him. He could almost feel the confines of her lab as she started to break away, coming outside and shifting on the rocky shore. Mason watched as her body braced as Carson followed her outside to try and get her to return to work; she ignored him. His brother was a fool if he believed scientific inquiry would ever win out over pure primal lust. There had always been a part of Mason that was far more feral than his twin. Perhaps that was why Mason’s transition from snow leopard to cave lion had seemed so easy.

The cave lion was now in full command. He roared—the predator calling to the prey. She answered and whirled around taking off and beckoning him to give chase.

“Catch me if you can…” she challenged down the link.

This was a game they often played, and Mason had prepared for it. Emery didn’t mind if people knew they were going to have sex, she just didn’t necessarily want to be seen. So, they’d found a place up along the cliffs that dominated the coastline and left clothes there in case they needed to retake their human forms before rejoining the enclave at Otter Cove.

All that was in his mind was catching her, forcing her to shift and submit to his carnal desires—desires he knew mirrored his own. Pulse thrumming and muscles firing, he gave chase, but his mate was no easy prey to bring down. She was fast and strong and able to make quick, sharp turns as they ran, changing direction and leaping between boulders as she made her way to the top of the bluff.

The sounds of his feet pounding over the rough terrain combined with the blood rushing through his system, the throbbing in his ears, and the panting of his breath. It was a symphony of percussion which played through his brain, driving him on. Mason roared in triumph as he began to gain ground on her, breathing in the aroma of her ever-increasing arousal. Re-doubling his efforts, the distance between them became shorter with each stride.

When he was within range, he leaped, his body slamming into hers and knocking her to the ground before they rolled together in a tangle of limbs, claws and slashing teeth. Mason grappled with her until she was pinned beneath him, shifting back to his human form.

“Shift,” he rumbled—a sound somewhere between a purr and a growl—part entreaty and part command.

Emery inhaled deeply, seeming to take in his rich, musky scent as she regained her human form. She reached for Mason but holding her wrists firmly in one of his hands, he stretched her arms out over her head, holding them tight. She lay taut beneath him naked on the ground, her body glistening with the sweat of her exertion and the sweet scent of her honey. Using his strength to keep her in place, he pressed his nose against the crook of her neck and inhaled, filling his lungs with her scent, rumbling to her again.

“You don’t fight fair,” she grumbled.

She was right. He’d been rumbling to her off and on for most of the day. He liked her best when she was at a fever pitch before he ever got her naked.

“Not when I want to ensure I win,” he chuckled.

He was lying half on top of her and half to the side. He slipped his hands between her thighs and groaned as he felt her swollen labia and clit as well as the slick that he found in abundance. Mason rolled up, straddling her thighs and guiding his cock so that its thick, hot crown was dragged along her crease from clit to slit and back again. Emery bucked her hips as she struggled beneath him.

She cried out in frustration and need as he used the movement to cover his cock with ample lubrication, rumbling his approval, holding her still while he enjoyed the sight of her highly aroused body and how it reacted to the nearness and feel of his cock just outside of where she wanted it to be. He was so close and yet so far.

Using his body like a living cage, surrounding and imprisoning her within his seductive embrace, he finally lowered himself, settling between her thighs. His cock was poised at the entrance to her sheath before he began to push into her, joining them together intimately. Emery trembled and he wasn’t sure if the shiver was relief or a small orgasm. Perhaps both. She was so tight, but as he held himself still, her body softened, opening up to him, making him welcome. Her inner muscles clenched along his shaft.

If his seduction along the link had left her needy, it had done the same to him. As he drew back and then thrust in again, he felt whole once more. Home. She was his everything. He began to drive in and out of her, pounding against and within her with a feral, predatory possession. The sounds of the sea and nature around him fell away until all he could hear was their synchronized breathing as feelings of heat and pleasure took priority.

Mason slid both hands beneath her, cupping the rounded globes of her buttocks to hold her still as her arms wrapped around him, holding him close and inflaming his lust as she raked her nails lightly down his back. He thrust faster and harder, increasing the friction and pleasure until he could feel her body stiffening in anticipation as he drove them closer and closer to the chasm of ecstasy that awaited them.

Emery began to moan incoherently as pleasure swamped her system. Her body arched up as she called his name, falling over the edge when he gave a final, ferocious thrust deep inside her. Her pussy spasmed all up and down his shaft as it clamped down hard, her body writhing as the splash of hot seed filled her, setting off the chain of rightness that always filled him as her inner walls greedily milked his cock, savoring every bit of pleasure as he held her in his arms.

They lay together, locked in a kind of bliss that he’d only known with her. He knew they needed to get back to their part in defeating the Shadow League and saving the world, but for now he just wanted his fated mate to himself and to enjoy the peace and happiness he felt with her.