by Jade White
His hands gripped her ass as he picked her up off the ground. His lips pressed a little harder against hers as she opened up to him. Katherine wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel his length hardening, and it was the most wonderful thing she’d ever experienced.
His tongue plunged into her mouth, captivating her as he gave her as much as his took. Her body felt on fire, and she opened her eyes to make sure she wasn’t. The flames had already started working at Mason, each blue and hungry spark seeping into his flesh. Not hurt? It gave her relief.
Mason tossed her onto the bed, slowly crawling up the length of her body. He smiled at her, removing the towel that shielded her flesh from his eyes. How his eyes looked over every inch of her body, making her feel like a goddess. “So beautiful,” Mason said, kissing one of her breasts.
That beautiful smile of his disappeared, and it concerned her. “What’s wrong?”
He pulled away. “I need a moment.” Before he could turn away from her, she saw his beast knocking at his surface. The image nearly terrified her. “I need to leave.”
Katherine shook her head. No way was she going to allow him to slip away. He wasn’t going to leave her, not at such a crucial moment. She sat up. “Go take a shower to relax. I want you to come back to me.” If he tried to escape, Katherine wouldn’t be gentle. She wouldn’t be rough either.
She eagerly watched his every movement. She watched him remove the few threads of his t-shirt and toss it aside. She watched him kick off his shoes, and tugged his socks off while awkwardly wobbling on one foot. Katherine couldn’t help but giggle. When the time came, and he started to undo his belt buckle, she felt her body grow tense. He pushed at the waist of his jeans, sliding them all the way down the long length of his legs. Mason wasn’t wearing any underwear.
The longer she stared at him, the more she felt her every sexual desire light on fire. He was long, thick and sublimely aroused. He was proud of what he had, and she was proud of it too. Katherine had heard the women in her village talk about what a penis looked like, but she had always wanted to see one for herself. Now she did.
Mason tousled his hair, his eyes watching hers. “I will take a shower, then I will leave.” There was such determination in his voice.
How could he possibly leave now? She was naked, lying in his bed. She was hot and ready for him. He was wonderful in the nude, every single one of his muscles straining with control and need. Maybe if she teased him a bit.
Katherine got up off the bed and slowly walked towards him. Her hips swayed with every measured step. She closed the distance between the two of them, flattening her palms over his chest. Then shoulders.
The bite marks were already healing and scabbing over. She could feel the blood rushing beneath each scab as they pulsated. The surrounding skin was angry and red, clearly sensitive. She kissed one and felt him strain against her.
Mason snagged an arm around her waist, holding Katherine in place. “Stop,” he said huskily. She watched the rise and fall of his chest, watched as the artery at the base of his neck pulsated with every heartbeat.
Katherine kissed him again, this time on his collarbone. “You’ll have to tie me to the bed to make me stop.”
Mason took a double take. He wasn’t expecting her to say that. “That can be arranged.” He brushed a kiss across her lips. “I have ropes in my closet.” Mason cocked a brow at her.
“Are they fireproof?” She ran her fingers across his back, lightly scratching him. She heard him take in a hiss of breath. So far, so good. Katherine was enjoying herself, maybe more than she should have been. It didn’t matter. She was going to do everything it took to get him to fuck her. She wasn’t going to let him leave this room, even if she had to do something she really didn’t want to do. Rope isn’t my thing. But I’m willing to try.
Mason snatched her wrists up, pushing her away. He scowled at her, his expression cold. “Shower. Then I’m leaving.” His beast shifted again under his skin, reminding her just how close it was to coming out. “Don’t try anything else.” He released her, stomping off to the bathroom. He slammed the door shut behind him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mason was tired of control. He was tired of concealing what he was. He had to for her sake. He had to get away from her so he wouldn’t do something he’d regret.
It had been a week since he bought Katherine, and possibly a little longer since the traumatic events leading up to the auction house. Mason wanted to be able to savor every part of her, but he didn’t want to scare her.
Mentally, she was all over the place. She wasn’t the girl who tried to escape an auction that was infested by shape shifters. She had become something else. She had become the woman he expected to buy and marry prior to seeing her. She was perfect, though still broken.
Hot water ran down his back. His head. He tried to relax, tried to force his muscles to stop straining. Every thought he had was of her, of the way she tasted. Katherine became an aphrodisiac, a drug that he was hooked on.
Every soft touch. Every hot breath that escaped her lips. The way she felt beneath him was almost too much to handle. She fit perfectly against him, and more so the way she moved against him. She knew just how to ignite his beast. Oh, how it wanted to come out and play. He saw the look of terror in her eyes at the first sight of it. He didn’t want to see that again.
Mason ran his hand down the length of his cock, trying to ease the tension growing there. He wouldn’t allow himself to penetrate her, not in his current state. He wouldn’t find release without it. Her scent was still stuck in his nose, making him harder and harder.
He slammed his fist against the tiled walls, feeling the stoned material crumble under his strength. Controlling himself was getting harder. The fact that he could hear her melodious heartbeat pounding against the wood of the bathroom door didn’t make it any easier for him to calm down.
Mason tried to focus on the water, but couldn’t. Every time he looked to his sides he saw her breathless figure, straddling him. Every time he closed his eyes, he could feel her hands sliding up and down his chest. The thought of feeling her touch put him further on edge.
He turned the water up a little more, feeling it get a little colder. The less to remind him of her body the better. Mason was cooling down, finding relief. He closed his eyes at the release from her erotic grip. It felt good. It felt better than he could imagine. Still he yearned for the heat.
Mason stood there for a moment, looking his wounds over. They had healed completely. All that was left were red marks and they would heal quickly. Quicker than everything else. He closed his eyes again, once more he felt her small hands running up and down his chest. He felt her burning lips kiss his skin, making him ache.
Mason opened his eyes, trying to shake it off. He couldn’t shake off what was real, and what was happening.
“You’re even sexier when you’re in the shower,” her voice whispered against him. She placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.
Mason could feel her breasts against his back. So soft. He felt her nails lightly digging into his flesh. It stung so good, burning as the water turned hot. He turned around, and looked her up and down. “You shouldn’t be in here.” I need to get away from you.
“You didn’t think you were going to shower without me, did you?” She fluttered her lashes, pursing her lips.
As sultry as this woman was, he somehow resisted. “Get out.”
Her eyes shot down, and she smiled. “Do you really want me to leave?” Katherine wrapped her hands around his length, reaching up on her tippy toes to give him a kiss. The moment of contact, he took in a hiss of breath. Her tongue ran across his lips, teasing him. “Mmm,” she purred. “Looks like hubby could use a little help.” Her smokey grey eyes shot him down with the deadliest look.
Mason snaked an arm around her waist, picking her up off the shower floor. He pushed her against the wall, shoving his knee between her legs. He didn’t care about gentle. He just wanted to tas
te, wanted to lick and kiss.
He licked up and down her neck, feeling the heat of her skin on his tongue. Mason nibbled on her collarbone, lightly sucking. Hickies weren’t appealing to him, but he would leave a noticeable mark on her. Katherine was his, and no one else’s.
Her hips rocked back and forth, her wet core sliding across his knee. He replaced it with his hand, smashing his lips against hers. She reached to make him stop, but he took both of her hands and pinned them above her head with his forearm.
Katherine rocked a little harder against his fingers, moaning against his lips. Her back arched as he trailed his kisses away from her lips and down her neck. He took a breast in his mouth, suckling each fine, dark, plum nipple. She got more and more wet. More and more needy.
She moaned a little louder as he nibbled on her nipple. She got a little wetter as he sank a finger inside of her. He stroked her as lightly as he possibly could, but that was all she needed. She had already been so close, she had come on his fingers, and oh, how he wanted to taste her.
He slipped his finger in his mouth, enticing himself with her fiery nectar. Mason wanted more, would have more. He slid her further up, releasing her hands, and held her up by her waist. Mason forced her legs to spread apart even further. “So pink,” he said licking his lips. “Who’s are you?” He kissed the inside of her thigh, and she quivered against him.
“Yours,” Katherine said breathlessly. “Only yours, Mason.” She pulled him in, her fingers entangling in his hair.
His tongue flicked over her clitoris, and he watched her body’s reaction. She was shaking. He loved it. Absolutely perfect. Mason sucked on her clitoris, his tongue making pleasurable movements every now and then. When he found it wasn’t enough to feel her squirming, he sank a finger back inside of her. He slid in and out of her as he sucked a little slower on her swelling bead.
“Oh. My. God!” Katherine was trembling as another wave of pleasure swarmed her body. Her grip on him lessened, and she slumped against him. “Mason, I can’t come anymore.” Her voice was weak, barely there.
Mason would show her that she could. Slowly, he slid her back down the wall, holding her still on her wobbly legs. He reached behind him to turn the water off, not once breaking eye contact with her. Not once did he think that her eyes could become anymore erotic, but he hadn’t done this to her. He had yet to give her what she truly needed. What he desperately needed.
He swept her up off her feet and stepped out of the shower. She was panting, her hungry eyes taunting him. Her lips were swollen, and all he wanted to do was kiss them all over again. He would. Gentle. Soft.
He made his way back into his room, smiling down at his woman. His bride. “You’re a queen. I want you to feel that.” Mason laid her down at the head of his bed. Her turned his back for a moment, pulling out a bottle of lotion from his nightstand drawer.
Katherine had perked herself back up, and she posed for him. Every delicate curve made him want to explore all over again. Her breasts were beckoning to him, begging him to taste them again. Her lips called him to her. He had to resist. “You already did.”
“That was only the beginning.” He watched her eyes grow wide. He liked her surprised. He wanted to keep her surprised.
Mason opened the bottle of lotion, pouring a bit of its contents in his hands. He made his way onto the bed, and held her in place as he snaked his fingers around her breasts. Her nipples. He ran his hands down the fine slope of her belly. Her body relaxed more than it already was.
His cock was pulsating, and begged for attention. Katherine did reach for it time and time again, but he warned her what would happen. He hoped he could make it long enough without coming.
Mason rolled her onto her stomach. As he ran his hands over her tensed muscles, she arched her back. Slowly, she grinded into him with her ass, taunting him with what was in front of her.
He wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her up against his chest. Mason held Katherine captive with a light grip on her throat, pinching her nipple with his free hand. He nibbled on her earlobe, and she gasped. “I want to pound you,” he whispered into her ear.
“Then do it,” she purred back to him. Katherine slid her wetness over his shaft moaning with delight. She leaned a little closer against him.
“I want to be gentle with you.” He kissed her cheek. You deserve gentle. He bit the chord of her neck, tasting blood. Mason felt it was too rough, but she didn’t seem to care. He withdrew himself, marveling at her healing process.
Fire scraped over his bite marks, searing the wound so it wouldn’t bleed anymore. As it scabbed over, it also peeled, revealing fresh, new skin.
“I want all you’ve got. That includes your beast.”
He took a double take at her. She didn’t know what she was asking for. His beast would have no mercy, and he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he shifted. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he killed her. “No.” Mason released her.
She turned around, looking at him with sympathetic eyes. “As much as I adore you wanting to be noble with the traumatized girl, don’t be. I want you, that means all of you.” Katherine kissed him, lingering for a moment before pulling away.
She wants the both of us. His beast chuckled with amusement. It had always been in a gleeful mood around her, this wasn’t anything new for him. He was annoyed however. Mason didn’t want to share his woman with anyone or anything.
“All of you.” She caressed his face, and her touch only reminded him how frail she truly was. “Let your friend out to play.”
I’ll kill her. He shook his head. “No.” His nostrils flared.
“Pretty please.” Katherine straddled his waist, grabbing his cock with her hand. She rocked over its head, her hips moving back and forth, making her moan. “Pretty please with a cherry on top of me.” She fluttered her lashes as she slowly slid down his shaft, her eyes locked with his.
He lost all control. The way she felt, the way she moved. Mason kneaded her ass, spreading his fingers over the span of the supple flesh. She was so hot. So wet. So tight. As she slid up and down his cock, his beast tried to force its way out.
Want. It whimpered. Want her!
Mason laid her flat on her back, driving his shaft in and out of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, her moans filling his ears. This woman was his. She was his everything. His home, his woman, his mate, his grace. His passion.
As he drove all the way home, she reached up to cup his jaw. “Mason.” She smiled up at him, her lips parting with needy gasps. Her cheeks were becoming flushed, and he loved the sight of her like this.
He ran his fingers over her breasts. Her nipples. Mason knew the pleasure they gave her, and he would keep that in mind. He pumped a little harder inside of her, and those moans and gasps became shaky.
“Oh god! Mason!” She clawed at his back, pulling him down for a kiss.
Their tongues tangled and their teeth bashed against one another. She bit his lip, giggling against him as they kissed. Katherine pulled him in more deepening the kiss, and deepening the penetration.
His beast had gotten free, controlling him. He drifted somewhere between heaven and hell. He was aware, feeling Katherine’s walls grip him and milked him as he finally met the release that he needed. He roared, both him and his beast.
Satisfaction pumped through his veins as he slumped beside Katherine on his bed. He pulled her atop of him, and held her there for what felt like an eternity. Neither one of them talked, they just sat there in silence.
She twirled his hair between her little fingers, her sweet breaths fanning his chest. Katherine looked up at him, and only smiled before putting her head back down on his chest.
It had been a while since he slept with a woman. He had a few encounters with her trainer, but that died after Katherine killed her. It made Mason wonder if she would have killed Natalie if she knew they had an affair before he met her. She would do more than kill her.
Mason took in the
sweet sound of silence. The whole house was asleep, except for them. This had been the most erotic experience he’d ever had with a woman.
“Mason,” she said sleepily to him. Her eyes were drifting shut.
“Yes, baby girl?” He kissed the top of her head.
“Why did you buy me?” She buried her head into his chest.
“I needed a mate.” He didn’t want to tell her the gory details. She didn’t need to know what possibly awaited her. He didn’t even want her to partake in the ritual.
“For what?” She kissed the center of his chest, right above his heart. Katherine rolled over on her side, and he watched something miraculous happen.
Her short, boyish hair grew down her back, curling endlessly. The process never seemed to end, and he felt his cock getting harder and harder by the second. He wanted to reach out and run his fingers though the raven black locks. He didn’t want to disturb her though. “Because I needed a mate, to slay a beast.”
“You mean like what the humans call a sidekick?” She giggled at him. “You needed back up.” Mason heard her yawn.
He chuckled, “Yes. That’s exactly what I needed.” Mason ran his fingers over her shoulder blade.
His tattoo took form on her shoulder. Five black claw marks ran over her flesh. He wondered if it hurt her the same way it hurt him the day he received it. He didn’t want her feeling that pain in any way, shape or form.
“I’m sorry you got me instead.”
Despite everything, Mason had gotten exactly what he needed. He got a woman―a wife―who could just as easily be deadly as she is gentle. He got a woman who has a code, and a woman that nonetheless feeds his stomach and his heart. She was everything he needed.
“I’m not,” Mason said. He pulled Katherine into him, feeling her warmth flush through him. It was intoxicating, and became a necessity for him to function.
He watched her drift in and out of sleep. She would smile up at him, and he would smile back. This was as good as anything could get. Mason had almost everything he could so possibly want. A woman, his friends, a home. The only thing that remained was to become the alpha.
