Page 65 of Rage

Mason falls into step beside me as we exit the OR.His hand brushes mine, a silent gesture of support.

“You were amazing in there,” he murmurs.

I offer a tired smile.“Just doing my job.”

His eyes narrow, sensing the weight of unspoken words.But before he can press further, my pager buzzes again.

The day stretches on, a blur of examinations and procedures.Through it all, Mason remains a constant presence.Watchful.Protective.

As night falls, the shadows in the corridors seem to deepen.Every corner holds potential danger.My nerves fray, the constant vigilance taking its toll.

As I finish updating a patient’s chart, Mason’s hand on my lower back guides me toward my office.The touch sends sparks through my exhausted body.He closes the door behind us, the soft click echoing in the sudden quiet.

I turn to face him, a question on my lips.But before I can speak, Mason’s mouth crashes to mine.The kiss is hungry, desperate.His hands tangle in my hair, pulling me flush against him.I gasp, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against my own.

My back hits the wall, Mason’s body pinning me in place.Heat floods through me, chasing away the bone-deep weariness.I arch into him, fingers clawing at his shoulders.

A snarl rumbles deep in Mason’s chest.The primal sound sends shivers down my spine.He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along my jaw.His stubble scrapes deliciously against my sensitive skin.

“Do you have any idea,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire, “how fucking incredible you are?”

His teeth graze my earlobe, drawing a whimper from my throat.One of his hands slides down to grip my hip, fingers digging in possessively.

“Watching you in there,” Mason continues, punctuating his words with nips and kisses along my neck.“Saving lives.So confident.So in control.”

He pulls back slightly, dark eyes blazing with intensity.“It drove me crazy.Wanting to touch you.To claim you.”

My heart pounds, desire coiling low in my belly.“Mason,” I breathe, voice barely above a whisper.

He captures my lips again, the kiss searing in its intensity.His hand slips under my scrub top, calloused fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin.I shiver, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Mine,” Mason says against my lips.“You’re mine, Meadow.Say it.”

The possessiveness in his tone should frighten me.Instead, it ignites a fire in my veins.“Yours,” I gasp.“I’m yours, Mason.”

He groans, pressing impossibly closer.I can feel every hard plane of his body, the evidence of his desire hot against my hip.My own need builds, threatening to consume me.

A sharp knock on the door shatters the moment.We freeze, hearts racing in tandem.Reality crashes back, reminding me where we are.

“Dr.Beckham?”A nurse’s voice, muffled through the wood.“You’re needed in the ER.”

I close my eyes, resting my forehead against Mason’s chest.His arms tighten around me, a silent promise.

“To be continued,” he murmurs, pressing a final, tender kiss to my temple.

As I straighten my clothes and smooth my hair, I catch Mason’s heated gaze in the mirror.The promise in those dark depths sends another shiver through me.

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I finish my last chart, hand cramping from hours of writing.Mason’s at my side in an instant and the ache between my legs seems to be growing by the second.

“Ready to go home?”he asks, voice low and gravelly.

I nod, too tired for words.But as we head for the exit, a chill runs down my spine.The hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

It’s probably just the nerves of the day from being constantly on guard, plus I’m exhausted.

Mason leads me out into the parking lot, his form curled around mine like he wants to completely cover my body.

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