Black Mesa Wolves Complete Series Boxset Bks 1-7

by J. K Harper

  “Getting naked like you?” she ventured, her voice nearly a pant at the promise in his expression.

  His low chuckle teased at her. He pulled her hand above her head, holding it there in a light grip. Her wolf growled playfully in response, liking how Mason took charge. Ana knew her eyes were lightening with her wolf's nearly unrestrained presence so close to the surface, but she could only hope Mason wouldn't notice. Or that he would think it merely a trick of the small flicker of light coming from the heated belly of her wood stove. For the first time ever, she felt slightly close to losing some control around him.

  “Not yet,” he said. “First, I get to tease you a bit.”

  With that, he leaned his head down again and nuzzled her face, kissing and nipping at the line of her cheek, her lips, the side of her neck as she twisted, trying to get closer to him. His lips trailed fire along her skin, and she felt the flames inside her blazing in response to his musky, purely male scent.

  Marking her as his, although he didn't know he was doing it. The knowledge that he was claiming her in his way, that he was taking control of her pleasure and the moment, seemed to heat the very blood flowing in her veins. It spun that liquid fire throughout her, making a light sweat of sheer anticipation slick her flesh and send tremors all over her body.

  Mason's lips grazed her mouth again, then descended over her neck, licking and tasting. His tongue swirled over her skin, causing unchecked little shivers to flutter over her. Her panting gasps got louder. Releasing his light grasp on her hand, he maneuvered himself lower down her body. Nudging aside the neckline of her dress, he explored first one breast, then the other. He couldn't quite make it to her nipples, stymied by her bra. She writhed under him and made small protesting sounds. Mason just chuckled before leaving her breasts to continue his journey.

  “Dammit,” she said, reaching to his head with her hands, trying to tug him back up. “No.”

  “Patience, babe. We've got all night. And we're going to make it a very good, very long night.”

  Those words exploded another frenzy of desire deep within her, her wolf sending her images of loving Mason for hours upon hours in an uninterrupted feast. A needy gasping noise fell from her lips as the blood roiled through her, shuddering with intensity along her veins and dropping straight down between her legs. She felt heavy there, almost painful with the need to have Mason touch her, lick her, stroke her.

  His coppery brown head of hair traveled slowly southward, even as she still reached for it to tug him back up. He chuckled against her stomach, then blew a hot breath of air at her belly button. She giggled in surprise, twisting away from its light tickle even as she arched her hips upward to him again. So slowly she thought she might explode from frustration, Mason made his way down one leg, deliberately avoiding the vee of her thighs. She let an exasperated burst of noise huff out from between clenched jaws, but he only laughed again.

  Then he reached the bottom of her fancy red dress. With his teeth, he grabbed the fabric and began to slide it upward. Slowly, so slowly, he pulled at it, exposing her legs, then the silk panties she wore beneath.

  “Mason.” Her voice came out as a low groan. “Oh, please. Please.”

  “Please what?” he managed to say around the soft material captured in his mouth. He didn't stop slowly pulling it upward, creating a slide of air against her skin and tremors racing across her flesh there.

  “Please touch me!” Ana pressed her shoulders into the softness of the rug and pushed her hips against him again, angling for his face as it hovered over that spot. Almost drunk with the urgency to feel his mouth on her, his fingers dipping into her hot, slick need, she actually felt her head whirl as if she were dizzy. Her wolf panted as well, entwined with Ana's human part, directing some of her movements. Ana felt her hips circle without her command, the wanton desire settled below them seeming to have its own will. “Oh, my god, please. Please, Mason, please,” she pleaded, not even caring that she was begging him.

  “Mmm,” was his only response. Using his hands now, he slipped her dress up, toward her waist, her breasts, her neck. Gently pulling her into a half-sitting position with one hand, he tugged the dress over her head in a soft billow, letting it land in a silky puddle of fabric beside them.

  His cobalt blue eyes, storm-dark now, caught hers. She saw the beat of his pulse in his neck. Her wolf urged her to lean forward, to lick it, to bite it. Claim mate, her wolf snarled, right at the edge of Ana's consciousness. Fighting that urge with everything in her power, Ana stared back at him. She knew the light that must be in her eyes could no longer be hidden, but she didn't care. All she cared about was having the most stunningly sexy man on the entire planet touch her, kiss her, slide into her welcoming heat. Then she wanted nothing more but for him to drive into her, hard and relentless, until he tumbled them both over the edge into a screaming, blissful release.

  5

  Mason's breath caught in his throat when Ana looked at him. Her gorgeous green eyes were so bright they seemed to glow, her skin so flushed with desire he wanted only to bite into her, to see what she would taste like. Ana had always made him feel this way: edgy, wild, a little out of control. She never held back from him sexually. Just the memory of all their past encounters was enough to make him harder than steel where it counted, although at the same time it made his heart slam against his ribs in a savage combination of lust, love, and longing.

  “Please,” she said again in that pleading, throaty voice. God, she was so beautiful when she begged him to touch her. He wanted to rip off her sexy bra and panties so he could taste the delicious, soft folds between her legs. He longed to flick his tongue at the hard little nub hidden in there a few times just because her taste was sweeter than anything he'd ever had in his life, then slam into her with enough force to shove them both halfway across the rug beneath them. The desire to go all primitive and growl at any other man who so much as ever looked at her again was so strong he could feel it almost overwhelming his senses. She was his, and no one else's.

  But he only said, tone harsh with holding back, “Patience, babe. I want this to last.”

  Her groan was musical, acting as lightning rod for his cock, which seemed to strain toward her. Forcing himself to breathe steadily, he leaned into her breasts with his lips, kissing and nibbling her ample flesh there, while his hands wound behind her back and fought for a moment with the clasp of her bra. Then he managed to unhook it, which spilled her beautiful breasts out and into the firelight.

  He couldn't help but groan at the sight. The dark rose nipples stood sharply alert, just waiting for him to suck on them. He grabbed one gently between his teeth, nibbling and licking and twirling his tongue over it. Ana's voice cried out wordlessly as she lifted her back off the ground, pressing all that generous amount of gorgeous femaleness into his mouth. As he moved his head to attend to her other nipple, he stole one hand down her body, running his fingers against her lightly sweat-damped sides. Finally, he slipped them between her legs, dipping under the satiny scrap of panties. Fluttering the pads of his fingers over her delicate, full lips there, he marveled at how soft and wet she was. She was so drenched with her need he knew he could plunge into her right then and would easily slide in the entire way without any resistance.

  “Mason!” Ana's half-strangled cry echoed in the small living room. Grasping hands caught at his back, fingers and then nails pushing into him, urging his hips toward her. Her thighs easily fell to either side under his questing hand, allowing him more access.

  God, she was so open for him. So ready. He wanted to hold back—he was trying so hard—but something in him was shifting, loosening, gathering power. Something in him wouldn't be restrained. He felt driven to a wild height, one past coherent thought. This was Ana, his Ana, with her sweet, gorgeous body open before him, open to him, and she was begging for his touch. Her gasps and moans fried his brain.

  Taking his fingers away from her hot center, although she cried out in an almost anguished prote
st at the sudden emptiness, he lifted his fingers to his mouth. Ana suddenly fell silent as she watched him, her mouth parted, her eyes glowing bright with her wild desire. Putting his fingers into his mouth, he tasted her luscious essence on them. Sweet pepper, a spicy tang laced with the most delicate hint of ginger, a heavenly fragrance that threatened to rupture his head with the exquisiteness of it. His cock became so stiff it literally hurt.

  He couldn't hold back any longer.

  “Oh, babe,” he whispered, suddenly trembling. “I can't wait. I'm sorry.”

  “Please, Mason, please, Mason,” her voice chanted, sounding as crazed with lust as he felt. “I need you inside me. I need to know you're mine. Please, please, please,” and in that sweet, low temptress's voice she directed him to do wild, nasty things to her.

  “Babe,” he growled in a voice not his own. His head filled with visions of him holding her down, gently yet firmly, as he slammed into her, her dark hair tossed in abandon around her face, which crinkled in ecstasy as she called his name. Her intoxicating scent had stirred him into a frenzy. All other rational thoughts were pushed aside. The fierce need to possess her was a tide he couldn't fight. He didn't want to.

  Without another word, he reached down and ripped off her panties, eliciting a startled catch of breath from her. But she bucked her hips upward again, her full breasts pressing against his chest as she rocked into him. He reached down and guided himself to her entrance. His breath whistled in and out of him so hard he thought he might be on the verge of passing out, and he hadn't even come yet.

  It had never felt quite like this with her before. This was so raw, so carnal, so intense that every logical thought and understanding he had fled in the face of this purely sensuous moment with her. Head roaring, a whispered voice somewhere deep inside him fiercely encouraging him on, Mason nestled himself against her, pushing the swollen head of his cock at her heated entrance. He paused for only a split second, balancing his weight on his hands as he looked down at Ana. Those stunning green eyes, flickering with some wild sort of arousal, were half-lidded pools of utter desire. Her pink lips, shiny and plumped out from his kisses, opened slightly so she could breathe out a single word: “Now.”

  At her command, Mason plunged into her, surging forward to kiss her swollen mouth at the same time. Feasting on her lips and swallowing her gasp of pleasure, he felt his engorged length sink into her feverish heat, which grasped and welcomed him with such a rush of bliss he felt dazzled.

  “A-na,” he grated out, his voice breaking in time with his thrusts into her.

  She wrapped her sweet legs around his waist, pushing him inside her even deeper. Her hands pressed at his back, tangled behind his neck, drew his face down to hers again for a kiss so rough their teeth scraped together. She bit his lower lip, pinching into it. The sudden nip of pain combined with a blast of purely physical pleasure that shot through Mason like a fireball. He felt the soaring peak coming on like a flash flood, bearing down on him with relentless speed and power. Caught in its grip, he knew he couldn't stop the wave about to drench him with sheer ecstasy.

  “Babe, I'm gonna come.” He gasped out the words, stunned he couldn't control himself. His body didn't seem like it was his. “Ana!” he cried out, half calling for her to come with him and half roaring out his need in a dark, guttural voice he barely recognized as his own.

  She shoved his hips into hers, nodding her head in a ferociously joyful “yes” as her glittering eyes held his. Then her inner muscles clenched around him so hard they triggered his pent-up orgasm. It shot out of him so intensely he literally felt his eyes roll back in his head, which seemed to rocket off his body in a white hot explosion. He heard Ana screaming his name, her blazing center quaking in multiple clenches as her own orgasm ripped through her, squeezing him and making his linger longer and more deeply than he'd ever before experienced. His shouts mingled with hers, the noise ricocheting around her small house and adding harmony to the blood thundering in his ears.

  The feeling gripped and held him for long moments, blocking out everything else in the world except the stunning, bewitching woman entwined with him. As the pulses gradually ebbed, his mind still focused on nothing else but the moment, the feelings—and Ana. His woman. His.

  Mine, something deep and dark within him thought, the tone so savage it didn't sound like his own voice, although he knew of course it had to be. She is mine.

  “Mine, babe,” he whispered out loud, his voice scratchy after his shouted cries of release only moments earlier. He looked at her face in renewed wonder. “You're all mine, and nothing will ever stop that again.” He felt his body shake with the force of that knowledge.

  Suddenly, tears were gathered at the corners of her gorgeous eyes, then leaking out. Although she clearly tried to stem them, sobs overtook her.

  A cold blast of fear iced him as he immediately gathered her close, studying her face, his own eyes abruptly wide. “Ana, babe. What's wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she sniffled, chest heaving as much from the exertion of her climax as the tears that now poured down her face. “I have no idea why I'm crying. I'm s-sorry.” She stumbled over her words, the sobs in her throat catching at her voice and simultaneously ripping at Mason's heart.

  He'd been too hard. Too wild. Maybe too violent? He'd scared her. Holding her tightly, murmuring a garble of words that made no sense, his mind knifed back to being present and aware. Damning himself, wondering what the hell had happened, all he could think to do now was stroke the side of her face with one gentle hand while keeping her body cupped closely to him. She fit into him like she always had: meant to be.

  Finally, her sobs dwindled to a few little hiccups, then stopped. Silence surrounded them for many heartbeats, broken only by a shifting log in the stove. Mason inhaled Ana's delicate scent, his nose buried in her hair. It felt so familiar, so comfortable, he couldn't bear the thought of having done something so spectacularly stupid he would lose her all over again. And he didn't even know what he'd done.

  Finally, Ana pushed her face back a little. Angling her head back into the crook of his elbow, staring up at him, the faintest trace of a smile played around her lips. Mason felt himself relax in tiny fractions.

  “You,” she said, voice whispering. She paused, then continued. “You still blow my mind. I can't—I think I was crying because it was so intense. So real. I think—” She stopped abruptly, clearly searching for the right words. Mason kept his mouth shut and waited.

  “I think,” she slowly went on, “I was crying because I missed you so much. Because you're a part of me.” A small laugh snorted out of her, sounding oddly elegant as usual. “That sounds corny. But I mean it, Mason.” Her eyes examined his, wonder written across her face. “I'm scared to death. Babe,” she added, a more full smile breaking across her face and creating that heart-stopping beauty that got him every time.

  “You don't have to be scared of me, Ana. Never.” The last word vibrated with the weight of his intensity.

  Ana caught one of his hands and raised it to her lips, kissing it. “I'm not,” she said. “I still can't tell you why. But I'm not scared of you. I could never, ever, in a hundred thousand years, be scared of you.”

  She playfully nipped at one his knuckles, looking up at him as she did it. His heart did that lurching thing again. Relieved beyond measure he wasn't the cause of her abrupt onslaught of tears, he smiled.

  “So if you can't tell me why, maybe I can kiss it out of you,” he said. Bending his head to hers, he claimed her mouth with all the tenderness missing from their savagely wild coupling.

  * * *

  Ana felt herself weakening under his mouth, as she always did. It was too late now, anyway. She was done for, and she knew it. The wild, crazed fever that had gripped her, that had somehow woven through Mason as well, was undeniable.

  They'd experienced a mating frenzy, unlike any they'd ever shared before. A mating frenzy. She'd never had one before, of course, but she knew pe
rfectly well what it was. The sexual frenzy that claimed two mates together, that bound them to one another. A mating frenzy, with a human. Impossible, but it had happened.

  Inside, her wolf gave a satisfied smile that showed her canines, despite being flopped on her back in delighted relaxation after Ana finally did what she was supposed to and claimed her mate.

  Even though Mason could never truly know. Even though she had absolutely no idea how to make this work, how to keep him with her and not ever tell him the truth. He wasn't a shifter, despite responding to her on some deeply primal level, and he could never know the truth.

  And how was she supposed to tell the pack? They would not accept him as her mate. Mason wasn't a wolf.

  Not not wolf, he wolf again insisted.

  I don't understand, Ana thought, staring at the features of the man she loved. Damned if she did, but more damned if she didn't. And I don't want to right now. She couldn't live without his touch again. It would kill her to try. Her own wolf might kill her if she tried. There had to be a midway, even if it was temporary. Even if it was only for one night. Okay, and maybe for another day. And a week. Maybe even a whole month.

  She made up her mind in half a heartbeat. “Mason. I don't know what will happen. I can't tell you everything yet.”

  A grin lazed over his face. “Don't tell me you secretly work for the Mob. Because my grandfather and your boss have known each other forever, and I'd know about it.”

  A giggle snorted out of her, even as she filed away the odd truth that Alpha and Mason's human family did seem to know one another quite well. Shrugging it aside for now, she let herself relax against his solid maleness.

  “No. No Mob ties as far as I know. Just...” She paused.

  “Go on, babe,” he gently encouraged her. “Just what?”