Corin
I leaned against Mason’s chest and let the world disappear around us. His embrace was nothing like I had imagined a man’s touch to be. There was no suffocating control in it, no raw violence like I had seen in Silver Stone. It felt like standing behind an unbreakable fortress wall. His arms were heavy and strong, yet he held me as if I were the most precious thing he had ever touched.
No one had ever held me like that. My mother’s embrace had always been soft and comforting, but Mason’s… his gave life. I felt the heat of his skin, the scent of pine and storm that had already begun to mean home to me. My trembling slowly eased. The icy shards of fear melted in the warmth radiating from him.
Almost spellbound, I pressed my face into his chest and listened to the steady, powerful rhy
