Mason sat behind his desk, watching his mate scream and yell at two of his warriors. This was the fourth time she's been brought here in the past few days. It was starting to become routine. The warriors moved closer to the desk, carrying Xenia by her arms. She looked so small next to them, with the bottom of her red dress flowing at least a foot off the ground.
He thought red was definitely her color while admiring how the dress fitted her and feeling a little déjà vu.
"I agree," Rodin said, remembering the red nightgown she had worn in their dream.
Instantly, Mason's c**k twitched just at the sight of her. Rodin wasn't making it better with how he was pacing back and forth in Mason's mind.
"Could you calm down in there," Mason said to him. "I can barely concentrate."
"Mate is beau
