He wants to be part of their lives.
“Could youbeany more perfect?” I asked.
That wonderful grin was back.
“Just wait, baby. I’m gonna blow your mind with how awesome I can be.” Then he waggled his brows, and I thanked the makers that Kip was my mate.
Chapter Twelve
Kip
That nightI lay beside Mason, watching him sleep.
He sighed, then curled up a bit. Beautiful wasn’t a word I’d normally use to describe a man, but fuck, he totally was. And then I realized someplace inside me had noticed that when we were growing up. How could I not? The way his hair trailed behind him as he ran during the winter when it tumbled to the middle of his back. How he’d looked in the summer when he slashed it into a harsh buzz cut and his whole face came into focus. Over the years he’d played with some pretty wild styles, and every time I’d thought he couldn’t look more incredible. Then he’d do a radically different cut and somehow managed to look even more stunning.
And now he was by my side, clinging to me. I’d committed the best sexual experience of my life to memory. I remembered the shape of his mouth when I pressed into his body, his hands around my neck. The cries that escaped him with every thrust, the love and trust that shone on his face.No onehad ever made me feel like Mase did, and for the firsttime I regretted the fact I hadn’t recognized him for the gorgeous man he was.
I willneverforget to do that again.
I wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him to me. He sighed and snuggled in, his face buried in my neck, warming the skin there. I tightened my grip, insanely happy to be feeling his heartbeat against my chest.
My only regret? Telling him to change back from his wolf form. I’d only gotten a brief look.
There’ll be other times.
At some point, I finally fell asleep, and later I slipped from deep velvet slumber into the throes of the most awful nightmares, and they all ended the same way—Mason being torn from my grasp and dragged into a fiery pit, screaming my name as I did my best to reach him. I gaped in horror as it happened again and again, and every fucking time, it was futile.
Mason was gone and all I could do was watch.
I jolted awake, then reached out, checking he was still here in bed with me.
“You okay? he asked, his voice sluggish with sleep yet laced with concern.
I expelled a breath, hoping to calm my racing heart. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Need a blow job?” he teased.
Who in their right mind would turn down being sucked off?
The answer was me in that moment, the fragments of the nightmare still clinging to me. “Nah, gonna try to sleep a bit more.”
He jerked up and flicked on the light, then sat there staring at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Weird dream.” I smirked at him. “What makes you think something is wrong?”
He rolled his eyes. “You turning down being blown. I figure either the world is ending or you’re sick.”
I lay back and tugged him down with me, holding his head to my chest. He struggled for like five seconds, then whimpered and allowed me to hold him.
“I’m not sick,” I explained. “It was just a dream that freaked me out, that’s all.”
“Tell me about it.” His voice was low and coaxing.
I didn’t want to. He didn’t need to know the horrors that filled my subconscious.
“And don’t prevaricate,” he added.
“Ooh, look at you with the big words.” I tightened my grip and sighed. “I dreamed someone took you from me and I couldn’t save you.”
