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 deja vu.

"I agree," Rodin said, remembering the red nightgown she had worn in their dream. 

Instantly Mason's cock twitched just at...