“Aw, baby. Did I miss your birthday?”

“Mace!”

“Okay. Okay.” He laughed as he kept her arms locked behind her with one of his big hands while he reached over and dug into her nightstand drawer. “Christ, you have more guns,” he muttered. He pulled out the box. “Whew. That’s good. They’re extra large.”

“Mason.”

He grinned like the evil cat he was, ripped open the box, and took out a condom. With amazing skill, he rolled it on his dick with one hand.

He grabbed Dez around the waist and tossed her up on the bed. By the time she landed Mace had already crawled up her body. He rubbed and licked his way along her legs, stopping to nuzzle her crotch and give a quick lick to her clit, which almost sent her over the edge—but not quite. He dragged his big body over her until they were face to face. He stared down at her and, for a minute, she thought he wanted more begging. But his hand reached up and cupped one side of her face. “You are so beautiful, Dez.”

Dez looped her arms around his neck and opened her legs wider so Mace could fit comfortably between them. “That’s really sweet and all but can that fuckin’ wait ’til later?”

Mace chuckled. “Damn, Dez.”

Growling low she rubbed her head against his chin. He’d done it to her a few times—she wondered if it would work on him as well. When she heard him purring, she knew it had.

With one quick, hard thrust, he slammed into her and she had never been so happy to have a dick inside of her before. She worried about his size, but she was already so wet, so fucking worked up, that she was thankful. His big cock filled her up and took her right to the edge. But Mace left her hanging there because he wouldn’t fuckin’ move.

She peeked up at him. His eyes closed, his face frowning in deep concentration, his sweat dripping onto her skin. She briefly wondered if she did something wrong. If she screwed something up. The one thing she really didn’t want to screw up.

“Jesus Christ, Dez. You are so fuckin’ tight.”

She smiled. She couldn’t help herself. She hadn’t screwed anything up. She was actually doing damn well for herself. “So hot and tight. I’m going to lose my mind being inside you.”

Dez leaned up, her mouth beside his ear. “Mace Llewellyn, you make me wait one more goddamn second and I really will start shooting.” She brushed his cheek with her forehead and he brushed her back. “Fuck me, Mace. Please. Just fuck me—”

She didn’t get a chance to say another word as his mouth slammed down on hers and he began fucking her in earnest.

By the third stroke, she climaxed around him. Her entire body clenching and pulling him in deeper. She screamed out, “Fuck!” Most likely waking up the lovely old couple next door.

She’d never come so hard before in her life. But Mace didn’tstop, he kept going, shoving her right into a second climax and a third. Each one she prefaced with a “Fuck! Fuck!”

Suddenly Mace buried his face against her neck and announced his orgasm with an actual roar.

Dez smiled at that, leaning back against the warm sheets. Her eyes closing in exhaustion. Mace pulled out of her and, she assumed, disposed of the condom.

Sleep just started to take her when Mace poked her in the forehead with his index finger. “Hey, MacDermot. What are you doing?”

Dez opened her eyes to find Mace over her again. “Trying to sleep.”

He raised an eyebrow. “We’re not done.”

“What do you mean, we’re not—” But he cut her off by pushing his already-hard dick inside of her again. He stopped to put on a fresh condom, but other than that, he was as hard, if not harder, than before.

“You can’t be—”

“That just took the edge off.” He kissed her cheek, then leaned in next to her ear. “So, if I were you, baby. I’d get comfortable.”

Holy fuck.

Mace woke up out of habit. He glanced at the clock next to the bed. It wasn’t even six yet. He started to stretch and quickly realized he was alone. He growled. He’d waited a long time to wake up in Dez’s bed. He always planned for her to actually be in it when he did.

He closed his eyes and listened. She had to be around somewhere. The television played in the living room. Naked, he went downstairs, stopping at the last step.

Dez, also naked, sat on her big couch. Her knees pulled up so her chin rested on them. He smiled. She was actually watching old episodes of Cops. He chuckled to himself. Such a cop…

She didn’t even know he stood right behind the couch until he reached out and touched her shoulder. She actually screamed, jumped up, and stumbled back away from him, tripping against her coffee table and landing on it.

He didn’t move, afraid he’d scare her more. It must have hit her. The truth about what he was. And like most humans. She wasn’t ready to handle it.

“Jesus, Mace! Don’t sneak up on me!”

Mace took a deep breath. He understood. It took a lot for humans to understand about shifters. About their lives and how their bodies worked and how they weren’t evil, blah, blah, blah.

“It’s okay, ya know.”

“What’s okay?”

“To be scared.”

Scowling, “Scared about what?”

“About me. Being what I am.”

“Oh, get over yourself, Captain Ego. You and your big but silent lion feet startled me. That’s all.”

Torn between being annoyed and wanting to fuck her on that coffee table, Mace decided to sit down on the couch instead. He stepped over the back and planted himself on the burgundy cushions.