She was a temptress to the tenth degree and as much as he swore to himself that he wouldn’t touch her, wouldn’t risk becoming attached, he found himself reaching out for her. When he’d first heard her enter the bathroom he wasn’t sure what to do. Any other woman, he’d have instantly tried to work his ‘get laid’ magik on them. This one was different. Something about Chandra made his pickup lines, smooth moves and whatever else Lily, his best friend’s wife used to describe as his repertoire, seem pointless. Almost embarrassing.
The moment Chandra expressed concern for him, fearing he might have fallen victim to the prejudiced acting head of the pard, Ferran, his heart had melted. He was left no choice but to touch her. The need was even greater now that he’d seen the hungry way she’d looked at him.
“I thought they....Oh, gods, you’re okay.” Chandra cupped her mouth, leaving the t-shirt that had been at least partially covering her breasts, slipping more.
Mason took hold of her hand and put his against his chest. Heat flared between them instantly as their powers recognized one another. Never before had he dared to dream he’d meet a woman who would understand the call of the dead. It was something that had been passed down through the generations and even though his mother had not been Native American or a shifter, he’d managed to get the gene and the gifts from his father.
To have someone to share them with, to discuss things and who wouldn’t think he was crazy when the spirits came to talk with him was a dream come true. To find out that person was also his mate was something Mason had never expected.
My mate?
He’d spent the entire night guarding Chandra, worried that the dark spirits or the pard would come calling again. Thoughts of her being his mate had plagued him. He wasn’t looking for a wife. He wasn’t looking for anything beyond a one-night stand, a quick ‘pickle tickle’ and a good time. Chandra wasn’t someone he planned on but he now understood the pull to come to the bar. It had been her. She’d unknowingly summoned him, no doubt with the dance she had half-heartedly done. Running Elk, his great-grandfather and Shaman for his pack, was always teaching it to the females. It looked as though some other man had done the same thing for Chandra.
Running Elk would love knowing the dance had worked. He’d most likely never let Mason live it down.
The old ways are sacred and shrouded in mystery for a reason. His great-grandfather’s voice echoed in his head.
Mason smiled. Yeah, the ways were a mystery for the sole purpose of confusing the hell out of his senses and leaving him wanting to not only bed the beauty before him but to pledge his life to her—for her.
Chandra ran her hand down his chest, causing his breathing to grow shallow. He needed her. His cock ached to be in her and his body burned to be allowed to simply sample her skin. But, she’d been through a horrible ordeal and his intent, for the first time in his long life, was to do the right thing. See to it she was safe. Mason had already done that. Chandra was safe now. He knew he should leave.
Just walk away and make it easy on all parties involved.
Put one foot in front of the other.
Do it.
Take a step.
The only move he made was to run his thumb over Chandra’s lower lip. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. She bit at his thumb, kissing it. They both made choked sounds, expressing the need between them. No woman had ever responded to his touch that quickly. Could she really be the one? There was one way to find out.
Mason took hold of her, lifted her quickly off the ground and captured her mouth with his. The mint flavor of her toothpaste was still heavy but he could make out her natural taste just a bit and it drove his need to a whole new level. Growling, he thrust his tongue in hoping to devour her with the passion that burned through him. The second Chandra wrapped her long legs around his waist, he knew it was working.
He supported her weight with ease. Mason wanted to pull her through him, merge her body with his in ways that weren’t even possible. Never before had he wanted to fully possess a woman and that’s what he wanted to do to Chandra.
Snap out of it.
His cock dug at her, blocked from entering her by her now drenched panties. It was easy to judge from the smell in the air that her pussy was soaked with cream from her arousal but she was also wet from the lukewarm spray of water from the shower. His supernatural senses were on overdrive and if he wasn’t careful, he’d lose control and shape shift. That wasn’t something Mason wished to happen his first time with Chandra.
First time? You mean only time.
Mentally chastising himself for continuing to commit to her, he did his best to concentrate on Chandra. It wasn’t too hard seeing as how her legs were around his waist and the scent of her arousal filled his head.
Continuing his tortuously slow exploration of her mouth, Mason pressed his cock head into her, knowing he couldn’t really enter due to the barrier of material between them but needing to at the very least test her.
Chandra ran her hands through his hair, only serving to spur him on more. He bit at her lower lip gently, moaning from the feel of her body against his. The t-shirt she held fell to the tub floor with a wet smacking sound, leaving her nipples scraping against his chest. The need to touch them, feel them was great. Mason pressed Chandra’s back to the tiled wall and slid his hand up her side. She shivered and he knew she was already on the verge of coming. He could smell it, sense it. Cupping her breast gently, Mason ran his thumb over her pebble-like nipple and she bucked against him as her kisses came fast and feverous.
Pushing the head of his cock towards her more, Mason drew in a sharp breath at the same moment she did. Though he could only enter a bit due to the barrier between them, it was enough to feel just how tight and wet she truly was.
Damn, I’m going to take her. She deserves better than this, better than me.
“Don’t say that,” she whispered between kisses. “I want you.”
Mason paused momentarily, knowing he hadn’t spoken out loud. She’d read his thoughts, tapping into his mind without thought. Chandra picked then to nip playfully at his collarbone. The wolf within him roared to life, immediately acknowledging what Mason suspected—Chandra was his true mate.
Tell me to go, Chandra.
“No,” she whispered, her lips pressed to his. If she realized she’d read his mind again, she didn’t let on. “Stay.”
Reaching down, Mason let a claw emerge from the tip of his finger and ripped the crotch of her panties open. They fell free of her body easily. She gasped but didn’t pull away, didn’t demand he stop. Instead, she slid her hand down and stroked his cock. He almost went to his knees from the sheer pleasure of her caress.
“Condom,” she whispered.
Mason nodded, though he wasn’t sure why. If he was right, if she was his mate, there was nothing in the world that would stop the beast within him from demanding to feel her, flesh to flesh. He wouldn’t have a choice in the matter. He wasn’t human, nor was he subject to their diseases. Chandra wasn’t human either. Pulling out and not spilling his seed in her was the option he’d have to take because fucking her without the feel of her bare flesh to his would never satisfy the wolf in him—not if she truly was his mate.
“Mmm, I have some under the sink.” Chandra kissed his jawline making it incredibly hard for him to concentrate on anything but the need to ram his cock into her wet core. “Condoms are....”
He turned and lost his footing on the slippery tub bottom. Mason pressed his hands to the tiled wall quickly to keep from falling and dropping Chandra. The action left him thrusting so deep into her tight vat that he went to the hilt. She cried out in his arms, put her head back and seized hold of his upper arms, squeezing them tight, letting him know he was too big for her.
Mason tried to withdraw from Chandra only to find her hands and her pussy desperately pulling him back in. She felt too good to give up. So he didn’t. Driving into her, he gritted his teeth to keep from coming but the fist-l
ike hold her channel had on his cock made the task almost impossible.
“Mason,” she panted. “More.”
He did his best to slow his hips but the beast within needed this. It needed to know that its mate, his mate, was good and thoroughly fucked. A burning desire to feel her come all over him and to smell it hit him hard. Shifting his weight a bit, Mason stopped thrusting and pressed himself into her deep. He began to rub, swivel almost, move without actually pulling out at all. The position stimulated her clit while leaving their bodies pressed close to one another. It was as though he were stirring her to her peak. In a sense, he was.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, knowing the answer but needing to hear her say it out loud.
She nodded, alternating kisses and tiny bites to his jawline and neck. “Yes. I like this.”
“Then prove it.”
Chandra took the lead, accepting his dare, riding him, increasing the sensations soaring through his body. She cried out, held tight to him as her channel constricted on his shaft, squeezing it to the point he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
Pull out. Pull out now.
“Mason.”
The whisper of his name from her lips did it. His balls drew up and without thought, he let himself go. His seed shot forth from him, jetting into her, filling her womb. The beast within rose rapidly, threatening to claim the woman he continued to come into.
No, I don’t need a mate. I’ve made it on my own this long.
Even as the argument against claiming her raced through his mind, he felt himself leaning down. His incisors lengthened and came in contact with Chandra’s soft skin. He slid his tongue over her pulsing vein, more than able to hear her blood pumping. It excited him. She excited him.
“Chandra,” he growled out in desperation, hoping she’d stop him.
* * * *
Chandra held tight to Mason as she felt him filling her to the brink with his hot cum. Her body seemed to wring every ounce of pleasure it could out of the experience. Suddenly, her power rushed up and out of her, colliding with Mason’s, wrapping them both in a blanket of mystical proportions. It was glorious. Sharing this part of herself with another and having it not only returned but no doubt understood was almost too much.
Something pinched her shoulder lightly, but the magik around her quickly swallowed any sort of pain. Mason kept his head down as she ran her hands through his hair, moving her hips as she went, taking pleasure from his still erect cock.
“Mine,” he said, so low she almost didn’t hear him.
For a split second it felt as though she’d slipped from her own skin and rushed into Mason’s. She could feel his heart beating as if it were her own. Smell the scent of their sex and feel what it felt like to have a beast within. It was odd, feeling the raw animalistic power that Mason held within him as if it were hers. He was struggling to control the beast, fighting to remain in charge.
The idea of Mason taking her savagely, bending her over and mounting her, excited Chandra in ways it shouldn’t. Never before had she wanted someone to lose their inhibitions and let what nature intended flow free. Now, she did.
“Let it go, Mason. Set the wolf within free.”
He pummeled into her, fucking her so hard that it should have been painful. It wasn’t. It was exactly what she needed. She’d somehow become numb to herself and her desires years ago. Mason was breaking through that invisible wall she’d erected around herself and making her feel again.
The bizarre sensation was gone as fast it came on but the pull to be near Mason, to never let him go remained in its place. Chandra’s mind was too satiated from pleasure to know or care what was happening. Her only hope was that it would never end. The feel of Mason licking her neck drew her attention to his face. His dark eyes looked as though they could see through to her soul. Maybe they could.
His jaw dropped as he began to thrust into her widely once more. The feel of the cool tile, the now cold water and Mason’s hot body pumping into her was too much. Crying out, she hit her zenith and didn’t bother calling her power into her. No. Chandra let it roam free, caressing, toying with her nipples, his balls, anything that could increase the pleasure.
The instant Mason’s power joined hers Chandra cried out again, scratching her fingernail over his upper right arm so hard and deep she drew blood. Without thought, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over it, taking his coppery tasting blood into her mouth and swallowing it.
“Mmm, mine.”
Mine? Why in the hell did I say that?
Mason rammed himself in all the way, held firm and began filling her again with his semen. It was as hot as he was and felt wonderful. Everything about him felt wonderful. Too good to be true.
“I don’t want to pull out,” he said, his voice low and his forehead pressed to hers.
“Then don’t.”
A manly chuckle came from him and it left Chandra smiling. “I should shut the water off. It’s ice cold now.”
“Funny,” she ran her hands over his torso, “I was about to comment on how hot you are.”
“Were you now?” The arch of his brow and the curve of his slight smile left Chandra staring at him in awe. He was gorgeous. Twenty-four hours ago she hadn’t even known he existed and now she couldn’t imagine her life without him in it.
Don’t get attached.
“Why?” he asked.
Chandra shook her head. “What?”
“Why can’t you get attached to me?”
Oh gods, I said that out loud.
She forced a smile to her face. A change of subject was in order. His cock was still hard and desire still hung in the air. He was as insatiable as Chandra was and that was hard to find. “Are you up for another round?”
Chapter Three
Chandra couldn’t help but stare at Mason’s arms as soap suds dripped off them. It was the slowest form of sensual torture she’d ever been exposed to. She wanted him between her legs again and seeing his buff body dripping with bubbles didn’t help matters any.
Mason dunked a plate into the dishwater and began scrubbing it as Chandra dried the last one he’d handed her. “Did I thank you yet for that delicious breakfast?”
He chuckled. “Only about a half dozen times but I like hearing it so I won’t complain.”
“That’s good because it was fantastic.” Visually tracing his strong profile, Chandra found it hard to concentrate on making small talk while the need to have him between her legs still consumed her. He shifted a bit and rolled his shoulders. “You look tired. Did you sleep at all last night?”
“How are you feeling?” he asked, avoiding her question.
“That’s a no on sleeping.” Sliding her arm around his waist, Chandra gave him a tight squeeze. “Honey, you need to get some rest. Go lay down. I’m fine here.”
Mason stiffened and she realized what she’d just done. She’d not only used a pet name but she was acting like they were lovers. Technically, they had had sex but that in no way entitled her to assume they were lovers in the sense that they were a couple. She didn’t want that anyway. Did she? He was just a fling. A one-night stand. Right?
Pulling back, Chandra put her hands on her upper arm and rubbed. It was a nervous habit she developed shortly after the wolf attacks that left the pard numbers low.
“Chandra?”
“Hmm?” She lifted her eyebrows and did her best to play off having hung on him like a needy woman. That wasn’t who she was. At least she hadn’t been until he’d shown up in her life.
Mason reached out quickly and dabbed her nose with soapsuds. Laughing, she blew on them, sending bubbles up and into the air. Mason seized hold of her waist. His wet hands went up and under the white tank top she wore, seeking out her breasts. Her breathing grew ragged as he tweaked each of her nipples. Her nipples hardened.
“I love how you respond to my touch, Chan.” Instantly, her inner thighs moistened. He chuckled. “See,” he gave her a chaste kiss, “the minute I
touch you, your body responds.”
Chandra ran her hand over his smooth, bare chest, down his abs and stopped just before she hit the top of his jeans. Glancing down, she found his cock bulging against the thick material. “It appears to go both ways, Mason.”
He took her hand in his and cupped it over his rock hard erection. “Oh, baby, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Baby?
He called her a pet name, no doubt to make her feel less awkward. He’s too good to be true.
“Funny,” Mason toyed with her nipples, “I was just thinking the same thing about you, Chan. You’re too good to be true.”
Did I say that out loud?
She wanted to melt under his touch but she knew better. Nothing this good ever lasted. Chandra did her best to try to remain emotionally distant from Mason. It was hard. Something about the man called to her on levels she couldn’t begin to understand. Easing her finger down the front of his jeans, Chandra eyed him carefully, doing her best to gauge his reaction. Was it purely physical between them? Would she ever know? Did it really matter?
“You think too much,” he said, backing her up against the kitchen table. “Just feel, Chan.”
Heat flared throughout her body as need pulsed through her veins. Giving into the primal urge to be one with him, she undid his jeans and wrapped her hand around his turgid shaft. “I want to taste you.”
She didn’t wait for an okay. No. Chandra kissed her way down his chest and licked a circle around his navel. The line of dark hair that started there acted as a guide as she ran her tongue down his lower abdomen.
“Chandra.”
The very sound of her name on his lips made her wet. The minute her mouth came into contact with his cock, Mason hissed out in pleasure and laced his fingers through her hair. Sliding her lips over him, Chandra did her best to take all of him but had to add her hands to the mix.
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