Page 53 of Daughters of Chaos

She’s telling the truth. I can see it on her face. I’m more upset about the situation than she is, but I can’t help that I want her to be happy. I want her to find someone that makes her heart sing like Mason does for me. Rae’s hand is warm in mine as I reach over to squeeze it, letting her know I’m here for her.

She squeezes back, and I see her lips twitch before she finishes her beer. “I’m getting another. You guys need one?” she offers, tilting her now-empty beer toward me and Mason.

He shakes his head and gives her a muffled, “I’m good.”

I shake my can, finding it empty. “I could use another,” I tell her.

She nods, disappearing into the kitchen. I watch as she walks away, still feeling that pang of heartache for her and Jesse,knowing I shouldn’t. I can’t help it, though. I want her to be happy, and I thought Jesse was going to make that happen.

When she’s out of eyesight, I finally look away, letting my gaze wander around the room. My eyes stop on Reaper. He’s perched in a leather chair, looking annoyed as some girl paws at him from the armrest. For some reason, I can’t look away. Something tells me to keep observing a little longer. So I do, watching as his dark eyes snap to attention on something across the room.

Following his line of sight, I’m startled when my own land at the entrance where Raven has reappeared. She looks bored at first, taking in the crowd with annoyed disinterest, but then something shifts. Only for a moment, but I see it nonetheless.

When her focus lands on something on the opposite side of the room, a flash of emotion I can’t quite read rages in her. It’s gone as quickly as it appeared, but whatever she saw stirred something within her. Curious, I look where she was staring and find Reaper still watching her with deadly focus. A similar flash of emotion crosses his face before he breaks contact. His eyes meet mine for a split second before I look away.

What the hell was that?

I don’t have time to process it before Raven reclaims her seat next to me, handing over a fresh beer. She settles into her seat, donning her mask of boredom as she opens her new drink.

Mason’s hand is still moving against my skin, and I turn to him, eyes wide, wondering if he saw what I did. The inquisitive look I get from him tells me he didn’t. I’m the only one who noticed the look exchanged between Raven and Reaper. Maybe it was nothing, a fluke. Or perhaps it was a new understanding between them since Rae saved his life at the bar.

Or maybe there’s a new reason she’s not upset about Jesse.Maybe that reason is a hulking, temperamental enforcer named Reaper.

It's late when we get home. Raven goes straight to bed, Reaper takes his spot on the couch, and Mason and I shuffle to my bedroom. Having a few hours to kick back and let myself forget for a while was incredible.

No one mentioned the bar attack or Dom and his crew. Nobody said a word about the looming fights ahead. The Sons were attacked; they wouldn’t let that go, but for one night, everyone let it fade to black. We all let ourselves enjoy a few hours of normalcy.

I didn’t realize how much I needed that until tonight. Didn’t see how wound up I was over everything. After relaxing a bit, I wanted to keep those good feelings coming. I wanted to keep forgetting our problems for a little while longer.

The few drinks I had were enough to ease my worries, but my head was still clear. It isn't the least bit fuzzy when I turn to Mason once my door latches. I pull him close, running my hand down his sculpted chest, and bring our lips closer.

The kiss is slow, sensual, and lazy as his tongue melts against mine. His breathing grows fast and heavy as his strong hands curve around my waist, pulling me against him. “Phoenix,” he whispers, a plea on his lips that makes my eyes roll back.

My eyes are heavy as I pull away, meeting his gaze. “Mason, I want you.”

He sucks his lip as he lets his heated stare roam my still-clothed body. “How do you want me, Phoenix?” His warm mouth meets the tender skin of my neck as he trails hot kisses down to the curve of my breasts as I arch into him. I forget how to speak as he kisses, licks, and sucks his way down my body. His knees drop to the floor before me.

My shirt drifts up as his hands expose my naked flesh. His teeth gently close over my hip, teasing me as he says, “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how to make you come.”

A whimper escapes my lips as my hands knot his hair. “First,” I breathe, “I want this.” One hand slides to his mouth. A finger traces the contours of his lips. Those soft lips part, sucking my finger inside, as his eyes command me to continue. “Then, I want your hands.”

His palms work their way up, stopping when they land on the swollen mounds lying heavy under my shirt. He kneads both breasts, pinching my nipples through my top, driving me crazy. Mason's mouth finds its way to my stomach, worshiping the skin above my waistband. Hands dance over my breasts, then my spine, finding purchase on my ass. He tugs, molding his face against my front as I lose all rational thought.

Every second of Mason’s foreplay is magical. When he pops the button on my jeans and peels off the denim, I nearly come. He wastes no time relieving me of my lace thong and taking his fill of what lies underneath. He works me with his mouth, then his hands, making me squirm as he lifts one leg over his shoulder to devour me. I hold in a scream as his tongue and fingers dive inside me, sending a shuddering climax through my core.

I'm panting, trying to stay upright as he suckles every last bit of nectar from me, moaning as he does. Before I can come down from my orgasm, I'm lifted onto the bed, pinned beneath Mason’s hooded gaze. “You’re gonna come again, Phoenix. Several more times tonight,” he rasps. “Tell me what you want next.”

It's a command, one I'm more than willing to obey. I immediately answer, “Fuck me, Mason. I need your cock inside me.”

With a feral growl, he sheds his clothes fast as lightning before settling between my shaky legs. His hard length presses againstmy greedy pussy, begging for entrance as he stares at my naked chest.

He shifts forward, running his swollen tip through my weeping folds, spreading the juices over himself. I moan, lifting my hips, trying to bring us closer, begging him for what I want. With a chuckle, he teases his long, thick shaft through my lips. “Mason,” I grind out, “stop teasing me.”

His hot breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “Your wish is my command.”

With that, he thrusts again. This time, shattering my mind as he plunges fast and deep inside me. I can’t contain the sounds that rip from my throat as he seats his dick against my cervix.

“Mmmnnn,” he groans. “Is that what you wanted, baby?”

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