When the credits roll, I wonder if we could start from the beginning. Just keep playing the movie all night and never leave this perfect moment. But I’m guessing the owner of this property will eventually want us to stop squatting.
“Is this Delta’s land?” My claws idly trace over the proclamation on the shirt I gifted him. I assume it’s hers because we’re not in water mythic territory, which is where Calder would own a home.
Mahon’s stomach bounces with a chuckle. “Nah. This is all mine. Twenty acres.”
That has me sitting up, meeting his hazel eyes in the dim glow of the half moon. “This is your house? And you’re working as a delivery guy? Is your mortgage super expensive or something?”
Mahon slowly shakes his head, his focus on my mouth, as if he’s more interested in kissing than conversation, but I keep a staying hand on his chest, wanting to know everything about him.
“My parents owned this place. Used to be a horse ranch. They missed the cold, so they moved up to Canada a few years back and left this all to me outright when I said I didn’t want to go.” His warm palm covers the back of my hands, thumb idly tracing the design of my scales. “I do odd jobs because I’m not sure what work I want.”
“Why’d you stay?”
Don’t ask that!I silently shout at myself, not wanting to give him any reason to leave.
The curve of his lips threatens to distract me. “Folk Haven felt like home. Like there was something important here for me. Or someone.”
Could he mean what I think he does?I find I’m too much of a coward to ask outright.
“Have you come up with any ideas? Deciding what you want to do?”
Now, the curl of his mouth is pure naughtiness. “I have in fact. Got a good idea that just popped into my head right now. And I think I need some help with it.”
The shifter leaps to his feet and pulls me up with him. Next I know, the bear tugs us toward the shadowy forest.
10
Mahon halts in a random spot.Not even a clearing really, though the moon’s light does pierce through the treetops. He drops his hold, fingers going to the suspenders, which he drags off his shoulders as his hungry gaze meets mine.
“Since it’s still my birthday, I’m asking for one more gift from you.”
“What’s that?” I try to keep my voice teasing, even as he pulls off the T-shirt I gave him, revealing his broad chest, covered in ginger curls.
Mahon carefully folds the material, as if the gift is precious to him, and hangs the fabric over a low tree branch. Then, his fingers find his fly.
“I’d like you to ride me on the forest floor. I want to feel the earth beneath me. Feel your body on top of me, driving me into the ground.” With a shove, the shifter’s pants fall to his ankles, revealing an already-hard cock, pointing straight at me. As if every part of him is drawn to me.
The scales on my upper thighs slide slickly against each other, damp from my core at his fantasy. With eager fingers, I unzip my boots and place them to the side, and then I shrug offthe straps of my dress and let the silk pool at my feet. The outfit was sexy, but I want to be as bare as Mahon is.
When he drapes his pants over the same branch, the shifter dips fingers into a pocket and pulls out a whole sleeve of condoms, holding up the foils with a cheeky grin. “Guess I was optimistic.”
A smirk tugs at my mouth in response, and I hold up my hands, claws glinting in the moonlight. “You’ll have to handle those. Don’t want any accidental breakage.”
His chuckle is deep and erotic, dragging over my body the way I want his hands to.
Mahon tears open a package, rolls the latex down his deliciously impressive length, and then sinks to the ground. The birthday boy reclines back and palms his sack as he rakes his stare over my naked body.
“I’m ready for you to ravish me.”
“Oh, are you?” I taunt, launching into the air, letting my wings hold me just above the aroused shifter. “Maybe I’ll just stay up here. Take in the view while I stroke myself.” As my wings gently flap, I sneak two fingers down and spread my intimate lips, giving him an unobstructed view of what he wants.
“Satine!” he growls, the sound grumpy and needy and begging, which only makes me wetter. “Please. Gods, I want you more than anything. Just the sight of you has me hard as oak. And your scent drives my bear wild. I would tear down concrete walls just to be close to you.” He reaches a hand toward me. “I don’t want doors between us. I don’t want space. I don’t even want a breath of air. Please, come to me.”
How can a monster say no to that?
Relaxing my wings, I descend, my thighs settling on either side of his torso. Mahon moans as my core presses against his lower belly.
“You’re very good at begging.” I attempt to keep my voice conversational as I gently scratch my claws against the skin under his fiery beard.
