by Marie Mason
“Oh, what’s that?” She had a pretty good idea what he had in mind, and her pussy was weeping at the thought of him taking her.
“I need to mate you.” Again, the hesitation. “And I need to mark you.”
“Oh.” While she’d been so caught up with the mating part, she’d kind of hadn’t thought about this part. It involved pain, or that’s what she’d read. But, anything was worth the sacrifice if it meant Bachar would indeed be hers.
“I’m not going to lie to you, Sally. It will hurt.”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. I’m prepared for that.”
“You know I would never intentionally hurt you, don’t you?”
She smiled at the expression on his face. He looked just as tense and worried as she had felt. “I know. Let’s just get this over with. What do you want me to do?”
“Damn it, Sally, you don’t have to sound like you’re the virgin sacrifice for God’s sake.”
“Sorry. Just nerves.”
“Maybe we need to do this some other time?”
“Nope, you already asked, and I already accepted.” Trying to inject some levity back into the situation, she asked. “And by the way, where’s my ring?”
“Waiting for you back at the hotel. Where I had planned on surprising you this evening.”
“Oops, sorry.”
“I’m not.” He gazed into her eyes. “I am forever grateful that fate sent you to me, albi.”
He leaned down to kiss her, again the dominant lion that she loved so much. His mouth was hot and passionate, his kiss everything that she could have ever wished for. His cock was a hard, rigid length against her thigh. Without having to be told, she reached for him, stroking the heated flesh until liquid seeped from the slit. She pressed her thumb against that opening, earning herself a growl. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth giving the full flesh a nip with his teeth.
Without him seeming to move at all, she found herself on her stomach, his big body behind hers once again. Without warning, he was inside her, forcing her to take his massive length in one deep thrust. Her fingers gripped the sheet as he started to pound into her, moving inside and out, spearing her with his flesh. His girth stretched her as never before.
“So damn beautiful.” Bachar’s voice was deep and dark as he pulled her back on her knees, his fingers prying her buttocks apart. The move made her pussy lips clasp his cock even tighter. She could only imagine how she looked, her flesh stretched by his size, the dark star of her body fully exposed. He let go of her and fell forward on the one hand. His free hand found the extended nipples of her breasts as they hung down, swinging as she took the almost brutal punishment of his thrusts. He pulled and twisted, ratcheting up her pleasure level.
She cried out when he moved yet again, his hand seeking the warmth between her legs. With unerring accuracy, he found her clit and gave it the same punishing treatment as her nipples. Within seconds, she was calling his name, begging him to finish her off. She felt him shift and prepared herself for the onslaught of sensation she knew he would release inside her.
“Mate.” The whispered word near her ear was unexpected, just as the sharp, swift bite of his fangs into her flesh.
“Bachar!” She twisted beneath him, unsure what she should be feeling. At first, the pain overwhelmed her, and she forgot about everything—the pounding of her cunt, the sweet release that she’d been expecting. Everything, but the pain radiating out from her shoulder. She gasped when it suddenly disappeared, to be replaced by an overwhelming feeling of euphoria. Suddenly, she felt everything. And she did mean everything.
She still felt the sting of pain on her shoulder, but it was changed to a sensation that caused her excitement to increase, much as it had when Bachar had pulled on her nipples. She swore she could almost feel the pulse of her blood entering his mouth. She knew she could feel the pulse of his cock as he continued to rock inside her. His strokes were longer now, moving his entire length out before pushing it back inside.
She felt the lick of his tongue on her shoulder and then he was back to the almost punishing pounding of his cock inside her. She was being well and truly fucked.
“My mate.” the words whispered in the air around them as the tension built inside her. Suddenly, she was a spring on the verge of release, and then, she was flying, the only thing anchoring her in place was the feel of him, hot and heavy inside her. The feel of his cum as it swept into her womb.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her breathing slowed, and her heartbeat returned to normal. He moved as she recovered, lying on his side and pulling her back against him. They were still joined, his body still pulsing inside her. Her pussy still clenching and unclenching around his hard length.
“Wow,” she said.
“Wow, indeed.”
She laughed softly. He sounded like Tarek now, unsure what emotion he should be expressing.
She glanced over her shoulder, and he was there, turning her to face him and staring down at her as if she was the most beautiful, most precious thing in the world.
She cupped his cheek with her hand. “I love you.”
“I love you too, mate.” Bachar bent down and kissed her, placing a soft, yet telling kiss on the lips of the woman he would love for the rest of his life.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
I don’t know about you, but 2017 was a tough year, hence, the lack of books I wrote. 2018 is starting off better. Here is the first of what I hope are many more books to come. Why? Because I love to write almost as much as I love read. And we all need a little romance in our lives.
Thank you so much for choosing to read my story. I know your time is limited and I hope I have provided you with a way to escape your everyday problems for an hour or two. All women, and all men for that matter, deserve to be loved. I write about women who are on the curvy side, maybe a little plain, but always the most beautiful woman in the room… to her mate.
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Marie Mason has always known, somewhere deep in her soul, that being a writer was what she was born to be. Thanks to the new and exciting world of self-publishing, Marie was finally able to make her dream come true. Part two of the dream is to be a full-time writer, spending the wee hours of the morning creating new and exciting characters for her readers. That part might take a little longer. If you’d like to contact her with a comment or suggestion, her email is [email protected] or you can find her on Facebook.
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BOOKS BY MARIE MASON
DEMON BROTHER’S TRILOGY
YOU LUCKY WITCH
Roark knew his brother was unhappy in the pit of hell but he never expected him to try and escape. Now it was his job to bring him home. Kayley was a witch whose DNA made it difficult for her to cast spells. Well, spells that worked. When she inadvertently helps Roark’s brother escape, he refuses to let her go in case she causes more trouble. Who was she to argue with a demon? Especially one as fine as Roark.
A DEMON’S DESIRE
Rafe Conroy was one determined demon—determined to get back to the woman he’d left behind as he’d searched for a way to break the Conroy family curse. A curse that kept him bound in servitude to the Prince of Darkness. But Rafe wasn’t the only one searching for Julie Evans. When he escapes from hell for what he hopes is the last time, he finds her surrounded by shifters determined to take her.
Like hell. She. Was. His.
Julie’s life had been turned upside down when the hands
ome and carefree demon had strolled into the diner where she worked late one night. He’d ordered a piece of apple pie and left—with her. Eager to shed her good-girl persona, Julie went willingly into the demon’s arms—and his bed.
Two months later, abandoned and alone, she almost regretted her decision as paranormals swarmed around her, determined to take her with them—or worse.
When Rafe steps in to save the day, Julie must decide if she can trust the demon to protect her—and not break her heart again.
AN ANGEL ON A DEMON’S SHOULDER
When this Conroy brother falls, he falls hard!
Remington Conroy worked for a hellish boss. No, really. His boss was the Prince of Darkness and he was a bounty hunter condemned to bring back the lost souls who managed to escape the fiery pit of hell. He, along with his two brothers, had been condemned to this life long before they were born.
Now, the family curse was broken and the men were free to do as they pleased. Both his brothers had found their mates and were now expecting their first child.
Remington tried not to be envious, he really did. He knew he could never have that. He was a little more than just a bounty hunter, having been recruited to find—and eliminate—the more dangerous souls who managed to escape the devil’s hold. Those souls who couldn’t be allowed to exist—on any realm.
His job was too dangerous and he’d made too many enemies to have a mate and children.
Besides, he had eyes for only one woman—his mother’s curvy assistant, Clementine. For over a year he’d managed to keep his hands to himself and his c*** in his pants. Now that she was in danger and he was forced to protect her at all costs, he knew the gig was up.
The last Conroy brother was about to fall—deeply, irrevocably in love.
HOLIDAY BEARS
HER HOLIDAY BEAR
As soon as she had seen the ad for an elementary schoolteacher in Riverton, Colorado, Ally Stephens had felt a pull to the shifter town. Okay, so maybe she’d filled her head with fairy tales and hoped she’d be some shifter’s one and only. She had nothing stopping her from answering the ad. No parents. No siblings. Taking a chance, she moved to the small town–and promptly lost her heart to the town’s sheriff, a gruff bear shifter who had no use for a mate. After months of exchanging panty-melting glances and light flirtations, Ally resigns herself to being alone again for Christmas–and possibly for the rest of her life.
Bear shifter Jagger Houston was a loner by nature, both as a man and a bear. He didn’t believe in true mates, didn’t believe in love. However, he did believe in lust. He tried to convince himself—and his bear—that was all he was feeling for the curvy chocolate-haired schoolteacher who had come to town. It didn’t matter how good she tasted or how sweet she looked, neither he nor his bear wanted to be tied to someone for the rest of their lives.
Or did they…
HER BAH HUMBUG BEAR
Shy and curvy librarian Mercy Thompson was finally getting to celebrate the Christmas season in a very long time. Raised by an aunt who believed Christmas was just another commercialized holiday, she’d hadn’t been allowed a tree, a brightly wrapped present or even a frosted sugar cookie.
When she meets bear shifter Dirk Stockwell, she immediately feels a pull toward him. She knows however, that she is not his mate. How? Because the big bear ignores her. Fate, however, is willing to lend a hand to the young woman in search of the Christmas spirit…
Dirk is a bear shifter who doesn’t believe in Christmas and a whole lot of other things. He especially doesn’t believe he’s worthy of a mate. Having failed to protect his parents and siblings, he withdrew from the world, readily accepting his fate to be a lone bear. And during the Christmas season—a Bah Humbug bear.
Fate and the magic of Christmas has to work overtime to bring this couple together.
HER CHRISTMAS BEAR
Curvy girl Hope Martin’s usual Christmas celebration consisted of a pizza with everything and an action-adventure movie. No silly rom-coms for her. She’d given up on love a long time ago. Deciding to celebrate with her best friend in Riverton, Colorado, was either going to be the best decision of her life… or her worst.
Trapped in her car on a snowy mountainside with a lump on her head and the ability to distinguish fact from fiction fading fast, Hope decides it must be the worst.
Until he shows up.
Bear shifter Marcus Abrams had always dreamed of having a mate, but he’d long ago accepted the fact that he was meant to be a lone bear. He’d settled into his less-than-exciting existence farming Christmas trees in the small town of Riverton, helping the shifter community as best he could—like trying to knock some sense into the other two bears in the area. Bears who were slowly driving their mates away with their grumpy, Ba Humbug attitudes. Not Marcus. If the fates favored him with a mate, he’d do everything in his power to prove he was the bear for her.
He didn’t know who more surprised when he lumbered down the snowy mountain side that fateful morning—him, his bear or his mate.
THE MCCALL BROTHERS’ TRILOGY
STRANDED WITH THE WOLF
Who wouldn’t want to be…stranded with a wolf?
When the snow started to fall in Chicago, everyone in Sara Allen’s office building quickly hurried home. Everyone except Sara and her boss, Jarod McCall. Why? Because her boss was CEO of McCall Holdings and a dominant alpha who made his own rules.
Even if it meant being stranded until the city shoveled its way out from under a record snowfall. As the hours past, Sara became more than upset with Jarod. He’d stranded her in a building with little food, a heating system that powered down on the weekends…and with him! How could she keep her feelings to herself when he kept touching her…kissing her…loving her?
Jarod was a big man with big appetites and he wanted his curvy assistant to satisfy them. Sara might think he was an inconsiderate jackass, but he knew exactly what he was doing…stranding her with the wolf.
RESCUED BY THE WOLF
Wolf shifter Hunter McCall didn’t have time to form relationships and he certainly didn’t want any attachments that might distract him when he was on a mission.
His destiny changed thanks to the winter storm blowing through Chicago—and the curvy brunette that needed to be—Rescued by the Wolf.
Julie Monroe was content with her life. She’d recently been promoted, had friends to spend time with, a family she could count on and…well, that was about all she had. No family of her own, no man to hold her and tell her he loved her. At least she didn’t have three hundred cats. Yet.
Traveling to a friend’s wedding, she suddenly finds herself stranded on the side of the road in a snow-covered city.
That’s when fate decided to step in…
SAVED BY THE WOLF
Logan McCall had always wanted to be a family man—in spite of—his playboy reputation. Find his mate, have a few pups and settle down into a long, loving relationship sounded good, real good to him.
During a storm that rocked Chicago for three days, Logan found fate had a wicked sense of humor when it sent nurse Katie Wilson tumbling into his life. She was here for a weekend of loving with a man alright, just not with Logan.
How can he convince a woman that his reputation as Chicago’s hottest bachelor is all smoke and mirrors and that what he truly longs for is a mate and a family he can love and cherish.
Driving along a snow covered highway in the middle of a blizzard, Katie swore off men. It was a man who had put her in this dangerous situation. Well, a man and her stubborn pride. She’d been unwilling to waste the romantic getaway that had already been paid for at a scheduled mountain cabin just outside the city. So she decided to enjoy the weekend all by herself—if you didn’t count the adult toys she had packed in her suitcase and the multiple pints of ice cream she planned to buy on her way out of the city.
The last thing she’d been expecting on her binge-eating, binge-crying weekend was being Saved by the Wolf.
THE H
OLIDAY BALL
A WOLF’S CLAIM
One night…three wolves…
Hayden’s first official duty as alpha of the Barringer Pack was hosting the Holiday Ball. A Christmas dance that allowed single supernaturals to find a true-mate—or just hook-up. Hayden had avoided the events for years, not ready to take a mate. This year, he’d had no choice. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy himself. And the curvy witch hiding in the shadows looked like just the delectable morsel for his hungry wolf.
Amber hated coming to the Holiday Balls. She left feeling sadder and lonelier than ever before. She’d accepted the fact that Santa wasn’t going to hand her a mate wrapped in a pretty red bow. If not for the edict from her grandmother, the coven’s matriarch, she wouldn’t be here tonight.
Of course, she’d have to thank her grandmother later…
A WOLF’S FATE
Gunner Barringer was attending The Holiday Ball under duress and out of respect for his brother, the new alpha of the pack. He stood in the shadows, hiding. There was nothing for him here tonight. He’d enjoyed the annual event a time or two as a younger wolf. After all, it didn’t get the nickname f*** ball for nothing. But now he was a wolf broken in both body and soul. He had no desire to find a mate and no business being here.
What Gunner had forgotten was more than one match had been made on the night of a full moon when the world was filled with the magic of the holidays.
Autumn Covington was rare in the supernatural world—she was a peace pixie. Which just sucked in the middle of a f*** fest. Instead of giving off vibes of lust and wantonness, like her pencil thin, blonde haired cousins, she calmed the savage beast. Plus, she was the plumpest of pixie at the ball so her chances of finding a mate were…well slim to none. So, she’d just work the crowd as she’d been hired to do—sprinkle sparkles of calming pink so the horny wolves didn’t get out control.
That’s what she’d planned to do until the wolf in the shadows decided he wanted her all for himself.
A WOLF’S DESIRE
