48. MASON

Angel’s sweaty skin rubbed against mine as she squirmed underneath me. Her breathy moans were music to my ears. I loved keeping her hovering on the edge of an orgasm. My beast was hovering close to the surface, eager to make her ours, but I didn’t want to rush things. Not like Lucas. I moved lower, lips tracing her skin until I reached her tit. Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I sucked on it until she buried her hands in my hair and started begging me. Raising my head, I stared down at her. Tear-filled eyes blinked up at me. My mate wasn’t going to be able to take anymore. Pressing one last kiss to her nipple, I moved over her and settled between her parted thighs. A sigh fell from Angel’s lips. Smiling, I reached up and cupped her cheek. “Ready for me, love?” I asked her. Her eyes narrowed. “I’ve been ready the moment you took out that book and showed me all those erotic images.” “Is that so?” I breathed. “I should show you images like that more often.” The color in her