Shifter Fated Mates: Boxed Set

by Mandy M. Roth

  She stroked the base of his shaft as she took him to the back of her throat. Mason’s breathing was shallow and his body tight. She moaned and he did the same. “There, baby, right there. Yeah.”

  Spurred on by his encouragement, Chandra increased her pace, sucking on him as she went. Mason pulled her free of his cock and exhaled deeply. “Mason?”

  His jaw went slack. “I need a minute.”

  “Mmm,” she murmured as she captured his shaft with her mouth once more.

  “Baby, no.... I can’t hold it. Chan, baby.”

  She raked her teeth over his flesh gently but that was all that was needed. Mason’s balls drew up as his cock twitched a second before he shot hot come in her mouth. Chandra swallowed it down, careful not to miss a drop of his salty fluid.

  Mason bent forward and used the table behind her for support. Shaking his head, he let out a soft laugh. “I can’t believe I came that fast. Sorry.”

  Licking her lips, Chandra winked. “Don’t apologize. Not for that. I love knowing I can make you do that.”

  He arched a brow in a challenging manner. “Oh, really?”

  “Really,” she said, rising to her feet.

  In an instant, Mason had her lifted off the ground and deposited onto the kitchen table. Before she knew it, he had her skirt around her waist and was pulling her panties down her legs. “Mason!”

  The mischievous grin he gave her told her she was in for it. “It’s payback time, baby.” He pushed her legs apart and stared up through hooded lashes. “I love the way you smell.” He licked a long line up her slit. “Mmm, and the way you taste.”

  Tipping her head back, Chandra did her best to stay focused but the feel of Mason’s tongue skating over her swollen clit was too much. She wiggled in an attempt to break free even though there was nowhere else she’d rather be. He pinned her to the table and continued his pleasure-filled torture.

  He inserted two fingers into her and pressed upwards while licking her bud. Her inner thighs began to quiver. Chandra clawed at the tabletop, needing something, anything to keep her grounded when all her body wanted to do was soar. It was too much. Too glorious.

  “No more...uhh...no.”

  Mason chuckled into her pussy, not bothering to stop what he was doing. Chandra’s orgasm struck with an intensity that left her bucking against him. He thrust his fingers in and began pumping them in and out of her. “Mmm, that’s my girl,” he whispered, lapping up her cream.

  Exhaling, Chandra let her body go limp on the table. Mason rose over her and brought his face down to hers. She could smell her scent on him and for some reason that excited her.

  He smiled. “Come home with me.”

  “What?” There was no way she heard him right. “I can’t go home with you.”

  “Why?”

  “I hardly know you.”

  Tipping his head slightly, Mason arched a brow. “Baby, you know me better than most.”

  “I don’t even know your last name.”

  He kissed her quickly. “Blackwolf.”

  Her brow furrowed. “Blackwolf? That’s an interesting last name. I wouldn’t go telling anyone else around here. They’re the type that kill anything that reminds them of a wolf. Your last name would get you shot for sure. A friend of my grandfather’s has the same last name. I think he’s Lakota but I’m not a hundred percent sure.”

  “You didn’t happen to learn that mating dance from him, did you?” Mason asked, looking slightly pained.

  Chandra couldn’t help but smile. Mason had been watching her at the bar. He’d seen her doing the dance with Jeanie. She nodded. “Yes. Why do you ask?”

  “Was his name Running Elk?”

  She propped herself up on her elbows and stared at him with wide eyes. “You know Running Elk? How do you know...?” It hit her then as the air rushed from her lungs. “Blackwolf? You’re related to him. You’re a...werewolf...Mason, no.”

  He sighed. “I would never hurt you, Chandra. You have to know that.”

  “Me? I’m not worried about me getting hurt. I’m worried about you. If Ferran finds out what you are, he and his men will kill you, Mason. I already can’t let him know you spent the night as it is.” She pushed up on him but he didn’t budge.

  “He’ll figure it out sooner or later and I’m not about to run from some punk with a chip on his shoulder.”

  She snorted. “Ferran won’t figure anything out because you’ll be long gone by the time I see him again.”

  “No,” he wagged his brows, “I won’t.”

  “Yes,” she pushed on his chest, “you will.”

  Bending his head down, he kissed her, careful to trace the edges of her lips with his tongue. She knew he’d done it on purpose to confuse her. It worked. Giving in, Chandra returned his kiss. As he pulled back, he smiled down at her and her chest tightened.

  I could love him. It would be so easy to do and it would cost him his life.

  “You worry and think too much, Chan.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “If I don’t stand up right now, I’m going to end up fucking you on this table and your grandfather said he’d be stopping by this morning. The last thing I want is for him to find me deep in you.”

  “No, that wouldn’t be good,” she said, chuckling as he stood.

  He put his hand out to her and helped her up. Fastening his jeans, he winked. “Could love me or do?”

  “What?” she asked, unsure what it was Mason was talking about.

  “Nothing.” He flashed his playboy smile. “I’ll finish up the dishes and then I’m taking you away with me. We can take your grandfather, too, if you want. I have a cabin in the mountains. I think you’ll like it. And, I know he’ll like it.”

  Narrowing her gaze on him, Chandra licked her lip. “Are you a serial killer or something?”

  He snorted. “No. Why?”

  “Are you married?” She couldn’t believe she’d never even thought to ask that. When he shifted and rubbed the back of his neck she drew back fast, covering her mouth as she went. “I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have. Oh gods. I can’t....”

  “Chandra.”

  She shook her head, wiping her palms over the red material of her floor length, slim fitting skirt. “What kind of man are you?”

  He drew his lips in tight. “Chandra, listen to me.”

  Her temper flared. How dare he make her feel more than any man ever had and be married? How dare he do that to his wife? How dare he try to take her back with him? A sickening thought occurred to her. “Do you have children?”

  Mason’s hot gaze raked down the length of her and a slow smile moved over his face. “Maybe.”

  “Maybe? What the hell kind of answer is that?” Chandra pointed towards the back door. “Get out! Now.”

  “Chandra, there’s no need for you to be upset.”

  “No need? Oh, you really are low. Out. Now.”

  If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn that Mason was trying not to laugh. When a tiny snort broke free of him, she knew that was exactly what he was doing. “Oh, this is funny? I’m sorry but I don’t find the humor in it. I, for one, would never cheat on my husband—if I had one.”

  He snickered. “Good to know.”

  The urge to hit him upside the back of the head was great. She resisted. “How you could have someone sitting at home waiting for you while you stand here, being all sexy with me is disgusting. Get out before I call someone to remove you from the property.”

  Mason leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his impressive chest. “No.”

  She couldn’t believe her ears. “No? Are you mad? Get out! You saw what Ferran is capable of. If he finds out you’re here and that you’re a werewolf, his head might explode.”

  “Yeah, I did see what he was capable of and I have to say that if he wouldn’t have killed the asshole, I would have.” The serious look on his face told her that he was telling the absolute truth and that scared her. The last thing she needed in her life was
a married, homicidal maniac. It wasn’t as though things weren’t eventful enough with a crazed acting head of the pard and the whole talking to dead people thing. She didn’t need to add to it.

  “Get out.”

  “I can’t do that,” Mason said, crossing one ankle over the other looking entirely too smug.

  The backdoor opened and her grandfather came shuffling through. He took off his fishing cap and held it against his matching fishing vest. When she spotted his waders, Chandra rolled her eyes. “Grandpa, you can’t go fishing today. We’re supposed to go into town.”

  “Go into town for what?” Mason asked, still leaning against the counter. “You don’t need anything. You’re coming with me, remember?”

  “No, I’m not.” Chandra pointed at Mason not wanting to hear him say another word. “You, get out now.”

  “Can’t do that.”

  “Grandpa, tell him to get out.” She looked to her grandfather for support. That wasn’t what she found. Instead, she found Grandpa staring at Mason with questioning eyes. When she peeked back at Mason she caught him nodding with a sly smile on his face.

  “Is it done?” Grandpa asked.

  “If you’re asking what I think you’re asking, Gildas,” Mason said. “The answer is yes. It’s done. I’d like to take you both home with me, if you want. I know that Running Elk would love to see you.”

  Chandra’s jaw dropped. “Grandpa, tell Mason to leave before I throw him out.”

  “Afraid I can’t do that, Chan. Seems to me the man has a right to stay considering what his new position with you is and all,” Grandpa said.

  Chandra’s brow furrowed. “Position with me? What do you mean by that?”

  Glancing at the floor, Grandpa’s eyebrows raised. Chandra followed his gaze and spotted her panties lying near the leg of the table. Heat flared through her cheeks. “Umm, that’s umm, yeah. Sorry.”

  Mason looked down and began to laugh. “That is what you think and I’ll be dammed if I apologize for making love to my wife.”

  “Your what?” Chandra asked, positive she’d heard him wrong.

  “Wife.” Mason raked his gaze down her slowly and settled on her abdomen. “I’m not one hundred percent sure if you’re pregnant or not but if you are then the answer to your question about me having children is yes. If you’re not, then it’s a no.”

  Grandpa cleared his throat. “She is. I sensed it the moment I walked in.”

  Too shocked to move, Chandra just stood there staring at both men. “No. How?”

  “Chan,” Grandpa said. “I think you know how babies are made.”

  She growled and Mason laughed. “I don’t mean how about that—and you are wrong about that. I am not pregnant. I mean how can I be his wife?”

  “You might want him to explain the finer points, darling. I don’t think you want me talking about it. It’s sufficient to say that he claimed you and you accepted, like I knew you would.”

  “He did not....” She stopped when she thought back to their time in the shower. Slowly, the realization of it sunk in. Chandra reached out, needing something to steady herself. When she found Mason’s arm, she took hold of it. “He did claim me.”

  “Yep. I sure did.”

  She glared at him. “Wipe that smirk off your face!”

  “No.” Mason licked his lower lip. “I’m your true mate. You know it. Running Elk knows it. Even your grandfather knows it.”

  “No. This can’t be happening. There’s no way that you’re my....” Chandra stopped in mid-sentence and thought about Mason. He was like her—a soul guardian. He was a wolf—Mason Blackwolf. All that the fortune-teller had said was coming true. She shook her head, not wanting to believe that she could find her mate. “No. It can’t be. You can’t be my....”

  Mason arched his dark brows, turned his back to her and did something Chandra never expected him to do—he mooned her. His tanned, apple-shaped ass was pure perfection, instantly making her wet. When she spotted the tattoo of a bald eagle on his ass cheek, she let out a choked gasp.

  “I can’t say I ever expected to have my grandson-in-law flashing his bare arse at me but I think I can rest assured that the two of you will produce fine babies,” Grandpa said, doing his best to hide a laugh. “Now, pull your pants up, boy. We’ve got to get you two on the road before Ferran or his boys show up.” Grandpa put his fishing hat back on, turned and hightailed it out the door.

  Chandra headed out after him only to find a large red truck headed up her drive. Her heart went to her throat and she raced back into the kitchen just in time to find Mason walking out.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” she said, pushing him backwards. “You can’t leave now.”

  “But you just said that I had to get out.” The smirk on his face said it all. He was screwing with her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss him or smack him. So far, the urge to knock him out was winning. “I want to meet your guest.”

  “No. You really don’t.” She narrowed her gaze. “I’m still mad at you. You are a pig.”

  “I prefer to be called a wolf but you aren’t the first woman to call me a pig so I guess I can live with it.”

  “That’s not hard to believe.” Rolling her eyes, Chandra gave Mason a good shove and shut the door. Mason winked at her through the window and it took everything in her not to call upon her own personal spirit guides to beg them to curse the man, not that they’d do it. If she had more time she would do it herself. As it stood, she had more pressing matters to attend to.

  Grandpa glanced at her from across the stone driveway. “He’ll not take this news well.”

  Chandra stared at Ferran’s truck as it approached. “That’s why I’m not telling him.”

  “Chan,” Grandpa said, in a warning tone.

  “I won’t let Mason be harmed. This has all just been a big misunderstanding. I’m not his wife, his mate, his anything and I’m certainly not....” She stopped just short of saying pregnant because she didn’t want to take a chance that Ferran’s supernatural hearing would pick up on her.

  The truck skidded to a stop. Ferran locked gazes with Chandra and got out quickly. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

  “I’m fine. What brings you out here?”

  He gave her a puzzled look. “I watched you get attacked by something I couldn’t see or stop, Chandra. I came to with one hell of a headache and the need to make sure you were all right.”

  Not wanting to alert him to Mason’s presence, Chandra smiled. “Thanks, Ferran. That means a lot to me. I’m fine. Grandpa and I were just discussing how he’s not getting out of going shopping with me.”

  Ferran laughed as he glanced at Grandpa. “How are the fish biting, Gildas?”

  “Wouldn’t know.” He pointed at Chandra. “She’s trying to get me to give up a prime fishing time.”

  “I could run you into town, Chan,” Ferran said. “I need to pick up a few things too and it will give us time to talk.”

  Every ounce of Chandra told her to turn him down, that accepting his offer would only give him the wrong idea but the risk of him discovering Mason was too great. Forcing a smile to her face, Chandra nodded. “Grandpa, looks like you get to go fishing after all.”

  “Chandra?” Grandpa shook his head. “I don’t mind. Really.”

  “Nonsense. Ferran is right. We need to talk, catch up, all that good stuff. Just give me a minute while I grab my sandals.”

  “Sure,” Ferran said, eyeing her cautiously.

  Chandra wasted no time. She ran into the house and slammed the door shut behind her. She didn’t even need to look up to know how Mason would react. She could feel his rage radiating off him.

  “You are not going anywhere with him.”

  “Yes, I am.” She squared her shoulders and looked into his dark eyes. “I trust you can see yourself out while I’m gone. I had fun, Mason, and it was nice to meet someone who shares the same gift. Good-bye.”

  Chandra pushed past him and headed towards her room. Mason
followed hot on her heels. “What the fuck is this? You don’t really think that I’m just going to leave and never look back, do you?”

  “Yes,” she said, grabbing a clean pair of panties from her drawer. She slipped them on and turned to stare at Mason. Her stomach twisted into knots as she thought about what it would be like to come home and have him gone. But she didn’t have a choice. The alternative, him dying, wasn’t an option.

  “Chandra, I claimed you. You are my wife—the mother of my child.” The pain in his voice almost broke her.

  Somehow, she managed to maintain her composure. “I’m none of those things, Mason Blackwolf. And you are to be gone by the time I get back.”

  “You’re not going anywhere with that psychopath.”

  It was clear that Mason had no intention of going and Chandra had no intention of allowing harm come to him. Drawing in a deep breath, she prepared to do what needed to be done—lie to Mason to get him to leave. “He’s not a psychopath. He’s the man I was supposed to marry. He’s the man I’m going to marry.”

  Mason growled out and slammed his fist into the wall. “You’re going to have a fucking hell of a time doing that since you’re already married to me!”

  “I would rather,” she swallowed hard, “die than be married to a werewolf. Just because I stand up for them doesn’t mean I want to share my life with one.”

  He jerked back as if he’d been struck. Snatching her sandals, Chandra ran with them towards the kitchen door. It was cowardly but it was the only guarantee she had that he’d be safe.

  Chapter Four

  Ferran pulled up outside of her grandfather’s bar and stopped the truck. Chandra glanced at him, waiting for him to explain his actions. Reaching out, he put his hand on her thigh and squeezed gently. “How’s about we head in for a drink?”

  She’d already spent the day shopping with him, doing her best to keep a happy face when all she wanted to do was break down in tears at the thought of having chased Mason away. She’d almost asked Ferran to use his cell phone to call home and beg her grandfather to stop Mason but he’d been on it most of the day. Not only that, it would have been a dead giveaway Mason existed.