Rogue-Mason
I was so mad at her. What had she been thinking? She knew she could barely swim and yet she had waded out in to the frigid water with no regards to her safety as all. All the way out until the undercurrent had swept her off of her feet , pulling her further and further out.
If I hadn’t been there she would have been dead.
So yeah I was mad at her. more than mad actually. She had purposely risked her life.
But the anger was mixed with other emotions. Relief that she was ok.
And desire, a white hot poker of desire at the feel of her body against mine. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Pressing her against me. It was impossible to stay in my Siren form when I was this turned on.
“Mason.” She whispered my name like she was talking to a god. And it sent fresh waves of
