by Sable Sylvan
“What a big mouth you have,” teased Savina.
“All the better to eat you with,” said Mason. “You know that’s not the only big thing I have, Savina.” Mason twitched his cock inside of Savina and then pulled it out of her so that he could eat her right up.
Mason pulled away and lifted Savina’s body so that her thighs were around his shoulders. He kept her legs up and lowered his mouth so that he was diving lips first into her honeypot. He tasted the treats packed away in her basket of goodies, from her clit, glistening like a freshly picked forest berry covered in dew. He licked the soft petals around her entrance, her entrance surrounded by as many petals as a fresh breakfast pastry has layers, her juices as sweet to his tongue as the icing glazed on a hot bear claw.
Savina had never felt anything like this before. Mason had eaten her out before, but never while she was full. Nobody had. Mason was licking and sucking at all her soft and wet parts, making them softer and wetter as his arousal reached new heights, his cock hardening, becoming as firm and hard as the giant standing runestones that dotted the Scoville Manor back in Norway.
His Viking heritage gave him not only the power to brave any storm he was thrown into, but any storm he threw himself into, and with that power and bravery came both his shift and his manhood. It was a manhood that was now standing at attention like a Viking chief’s berserker awaiting orders. It was like the Nordic fjords that could only be brought down by the power of the unending crashing of the soft seas against their heights and lengths, the softness a power that could wear down soaring cliffs and soaring empires alike. It had downed countless dragon-boats of his ancestors into its depths just as so many women’s hearts and bodies had drawn his Viking ancestors in with their natural siren songs. They were songs sung by the shaking of their hips and the flirtations on the lips. The undulations of their soft curves were like the gentle waves on a calm sea or the tsunami-like waves brought on by a sudden storm.
The only question was, would Mason drown in Savina’s body, or would he survive her siren charms like Odysseus, his ears full of wax? While Odysseus could ignore the siren songs by plugging his ears, there was no way for Mason to silence his heart or his shift, his shift that was telling him that he had to claim this woman, that he had to take her and make her his, in whatever way he could.
There was a saying that Savina had heard in Texas, although it may have been common elsewhere, about how hot water changes eggs, potatoes, and coffee beans in different ways. Hot water makes eggs firm, potatoes soft, and coffee turns the hot water into something brand frikkin’ new. It was supposed to be a story about handling a hard situation, the ‘hot water,’ and about how some people become softer and weaker, harder and stronger, or adapt to a given situation (or make the situation adapt to them). In this case, the hot water was the hot situation going on in the sheets. Mason was the egg, getting firmer and harder the longer he was with Savina. Savina was the potato, getting softer and wetter and moister as their session went on. Together, they were coffee, turning this into something special, something all their own, but right now, Savina didn’t realize that. She couldn’t. She wasn’t even thinking about the story.
All she knew was that Mason was getting harder as she got softer, taking more and more of him in, but only physically. BDSM was one thing, but baring the heart was a-whole-nother beast, one that Savina didn’t care to try to take on that night, although Fate had other plans, as Fate often does.
The vibrating butt plug was still inside of her, but now, her pussy was empty. She had never been eaten out while being filled before, and the butt plug left her wanting something in her other hole. The tip of the vibrating plug nearly hit her G-spot, but it didn’t quite hit it, missing by mere millimeters. There was only one thing that could reach that spot and knock her socks (or her red hoodie) off.
Savina reached up and felt Mason’s shaft in her hand. It was slick with her juices, but she didn’t care.
“And what a great big cock you have,” moaned Savina, licking her lips.
“All the better to mate you with,” said Mason, putting Savina back down gently before entering her again, filling her again. He had never been this aroused before, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer. From the feeling of Savina’s pulsating honeypot, neither could she. He entered her, filling her as far as he could, nearly hitting her G-spot but not quite. After all, there was something blocking him from entering Savina fully, a vibrating cock ring that did wonders for her clit but nothing for her G spot.
The cock ring was supposed to keep Mason’s cock erect, keep the blood from flowing out of his phallus and back into his body, but the ring was a cheap novelty, meant for an average human man, not a well-endowed shifter trying his darndest to bring his fated mate to climax. The ring was tight against the base of Mason’s cock, but as Mason thrust, over and over, the ring started to get stretched out, until finally, it snapped, right against Savina’s clit, stinging her. As Mason kept entering Savina over and over, the cock ring fell to the side, and more blood entered Mason’s cock, making it even firmer and harder, opening up the canal that Mason’s balls had been waiting to use ever since this whole messed up night had started.
Savina felt the sting of the cock ring against her pussy but didn’t say anything. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure she was getting from Mason. She may have learned some new tricks that night, but it was obvious that Mason was the one with tricks up his sleeve. She’d never seen him like this, using her like she was just a toy. She liked it. The feeling of the ropes on her legs didn’t hurt just because the ropes were tied firmly against her curvy thighs and calves. They hurt because her legs kept pressing against the ropes, begging for release from their bonds so that Savina could wrap them around Mason’s waist and pull his cock even deeper into her love canal. With the cock ring off of Mason’s base, the vibrating sensation of the mini vibrator against her clit was gone, but Mason could enter her, another half-inch of him squeezing inside of her, and that half -inch was exactly what Savina needed to get her happy ending.
Mason and Savina came at the same time and, like clockwork, the mark on Mason’s chest started to glow, the flames flickering in the low light of Savina’s bedroom…but they were merely flickering, not burning brightly like they had the first time that they’d had sex. As Savina’s petals stopped fluttering, Mason pulled out and started to untie his mate.
“Savina…why did you have sex with me tonight?” asked Mason as he untied her left leg. He turned the torn cock ring off so it would stop buzzing and turned off the vibrator in the butt plug.
“One thing led to another,” said Savina, stretching her left leg out. “I had to prove I knew how to use the toys, remember, numbnuts?”
“Did you?” asked Mason, working on freeing her right leg. “Or is that just a handy cover story?”
“What do I need to cover for?” asked Savina, stretching out both of her free legs. She ran her hands over the red marks left by the ropes. They were already starting to fade into her creamy soft curves.
“You tell me,” said Mason. “You’re the one that was upset that I had been danced on by imaginary strippers. You’re the one who is trying to justify to me the fact you were in the company of mostly naked sex slaves tonight. Why do you feel both so offended and so defensive, Savina? Simply put, why the heck do you care?”
“Why do I care?” asked Savina. “Are you serious, Mason?”
“I am,” said Mason. “I’m jealous, Savina, of anyone that gets to spend time with you. You’re my fated mate. You belong with me. I belong to you. I need you by my side, and ever since the wolf attack, I’ve been worried. I was worried tonight that there would be paparazzi at your party. I was worried that you could get hurt by drunk men and that I wouldn’t be able to do anything. I don’t just want to have sex with you. I don’t just want your body around my cock and your lips touching mine. I want to love you, Savina. I want to hold you, to protect you, and…”
“Don’t you dare say it,” said Savina. “I told you. We can’t talk about any of that until after the wedding.”
“So at least tell me why the heck you cared about whether or not there were strippers at the bachelor party, Savina,” said Mason. “I think you owe me that much.”
“Because I want you, okay?” said Savina. “I want you all to myself. Gosh, Mason, is that what you want to hear? The dirty, ugly truth? I want you, Mason. I always have, and I always will. Ever since the moment I first saw you, cocky and self-assured, at the law office, I knew that I wanted you. I knew that living with you was going to be hard. I started this prank war to try to drive you away, but it just brought us closer than ever, and now…”
“Now what?” asked Mason.
“Now it’s too late,” said Savina. “I waited too long for you, Mason. I waited so long.”
“Too long for what?” asked Mason. “I’m here, Savina. I’m here, in your bed. You know that we can’t change the past. We can only change our future…but we’re young, and we have so much future ahead of us. It’s not too late for anything.”
“It’s too late to do what I wanna do,” said Savina. “You think you’re the only one that wants to get married? Do you know how hard it is to watch all four of your sisters get excited about a giant group wedding? I’m happy for them. Don’t get me wrong. But even though the five of us are different, we’ve always done everything together. I can’t help but feel as if we’re going to start growing apart. Right now, it’s just the four of them doing something without me, but what next? What about when Alice and Abby first have their babies? Or when Addy goes to Europe next year for school? Or when Kai is too busy on the phone with Basil to talk to me anymore? What then, Mace?”
“That won’t happen,” promised Mason. “The family’s getting bigger. It’s not getting broken up.”
“You can’t guarantee that,” said Savina. “You can’t guarantee that you proposing to me at this point won’t break it up further. All I have left is going to be the wedding. That’ll be the last big thing where all my sisters and I will be together, even though I’ll just be the maid of honor. You need to give me that, Mason. You can’t take that away from me, because I know that if you propose…”
“What?” asked Mason. “What’ll happen if I propose?”
“I don’t think that I’m strong enough to say no,” said Savina. “Because something inside of me…it wanted to say yes that night. Maybe if I had, this wouldn’t be so messed up. I waited too long, Mace. I waited too long to give into my feelings for you. I waited too long to tell you that I wanted you. I waited too long to tell you that I wanted to say yes to your proposal, and now…now, if I do anything, it’s going to be ruined.”
“What do you want me to do?” asked Mason.
“What do you mean, what do I want you to do?” asked Savina.
“I mean literally, tell me what you want, and I’ll do it,” said Mason.
“Can you make everything perfect and undo all my mistakes, or is that too much to ask?” joked Savina.
“I can try,” said Mason.
“All you can do is hold me tonight,” said Savina. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you, Mace. I haven’t gotten much sleep this summer, at least, since we first had sex. Maybe being held by you is just what I need. I want to sleep, Mace. I want to forget.”
“I can do that,” said Mason. “Come on. Let’s get you ready for bed. I’ll clean up while you get changed and brush your teeth.”
Mason opened the covers and helped Savina out of bed. While she went to the bathroom to take a shower, take out the plug, and get changed and brush her teeth, Mason cleaned up the sex toys from the bed and changed the sheets to the spares that were handy in the closet. Mason brushed his teeth, and once Savina got under the covers, he wrapped his body around hers, to hold her and protect her through the night…even though there was one person Mason couldn’t save Savina from: herself.
“Good night, babe,” said Mason, leaning down to give Savina a kiss on the forehead.
Savina swiveled and kissed Mason on the cheek, then the mouth, before pressing her forehead against his.
“Good night, Mace,” said Savina. “Mace…do you forgive me?”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” said Mason.
“I wish that were true,” said Savina quietly before swiveling away once more and finally getting some gosh darn sleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Savina wasn’t sure what was harder: the time she’d spent pretending that nothing had happened between her and Mason, or the time she had spent admitting to herself that she wanted him. They had sex again two more times before the day of the wedding, and each time, Savina saw Mason’s mark glow, each time, glowing less than it had the time before, until the last time, when the flames on his chest merely flickered. Maybe Savina wasn’t Mason’s mate after all. She didn’t want to think about that, but at the same time, she did. Imagining Mason with someone else was heartbreaking, but if Mason found another mate, she wouldn’t feel so bad about the fact that she had rejected his proposal.
Savina had no time to think about that. It was the day of the wedding and Alice’s bedroom had been transformed into a bridal suite, as it was larger than the guest bedrooms, which Alice and Herb had slept in that week in preparation of the bridal suite preparations. Savina showered and headed over to the bridal suite, where she and her sisters would be getting into their dresses before having makeup and hair done by professionals. There would be food and drink in the bridal suite, just as there was in the men’s suite, where Mason was helping his brothers get ready for their wedding day.
“Lucky bastards,” said Savina to herself as she walked over to Alice’s bedroom, which was on the opposite side of the manor. “All they have to do is slip on a suit and a frikkin’ ring.”
Savina got to the bridal suite. Inside, all her sisters were already ready, in their blush pink gowns, and were looking in the mirror, turning every which way to ensure their curves were covered properly but sexily, that their figures were flattered by their dresses, and that no last minute alterations would be needed.
“Wow, you four look great,” said Savina. “Those dresses are perfect for y’all.”
“I love the blush,” said Cayenne. “Do you think Basil will like it?”
“Girl, he doesn’t care about the dress or its color,” said Addison. “He just cares about the gal inside it.”
“Ugh, don’t make me cry, Addy,” said Cayenne. “I’m trying to have a stiff upper lip today. You know once these waterworks start, they won’t stop.”
“Then shouldn’t you get the tears out now, before the makeup goes on?” asked Abigail.
“Tears work in mysterious ways,” said Cayenne. “I’m so emotional. It’s that dang art studio. I’ll never forgive Basil for that.”
“Boo-hoo, my husband made me a nice art studio, wah,” teased Addison.
“It’s like you two have swapped places,” said Alice. “Addy, you’re so sassy now, and Kai, feeling an emotion? Well, I never!”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” asked Savina.
“Your dress is behind the privacy screen,” said Alice. “It’s all ready for you.” Alice pointed to the lacquered wood folding screen.
“Oh, okay, got it,” said Savina. “Be back in a jiffy.”
As Savina walked to the screen, three of the sisters left the room, but she didn’t notice. Savina wasn’t concentrating but when she saw the dress on the rack, she was confused at first. She was supposed to be wearing a pastel dress with a floral pattern, not a big pinkish dress with a skirt, a big blush colored dress that, the last time she’d seen it, had sent her head spinning and thinking of things she shouldn’t have been thinking about.
“Uh, Alice?” called Savina. “I think there’s been a mistake with the dresses. Did the company give us the wrong dresses in the garment bags or something?”
“There’s no mistake,” said a familiar vo
ice, a male voice, a deep voice that had cracked slightly in its response to Savina’s question.
Savina walked out from the screen. In the bridal suite, there were only two people: her eldest sister, the new matriarch of the Quincy family, Alice soon-to-be Scoville, and in a black tux, Mason frikkin’ Scoville.
“What’s going on?” asked Savina, looking at Mason, then to Alice.
“I think this young man has something he’d like to ask you,” said Alice, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“I don’t understand,” said Savina.
“Maybe take a seat then, dear,” said Alice. “Now, Mason, what was it you’d like to ask my sister?”
“Wait, wait,” said Savina. “Alice, I know what he’s going to ask me. I just don’t get what’s going on.”
“What’s there to get?” asked Alice.
“Alice, if he asks me to marry him, I’m going to have to refuse him again,” said Savina.
“And why is that?” asked Alice. “Is there something wrong with him? If so, let me know.”
“Because it’s your frikkin’ wedding! It’s Abby and Addy’s frikkin’ wedding! It’s Kai’s frikkin wedding!” said Savina.
“I don’t see what that has to do with you two,” said Alice, a smirk on her lips and her arms crossed over her curves.
“It’d steal your thunder,” said Savina. “I know how important this wedding is.”
“Do you remember what I told Abigail last Christmas when Clove proposed to her?” asked Alice.
“I can’t say I do,” said Savina.
“I told her that every thunderstorm has more than one thunder clap. It’s something Grandma Quiggly told us growing up,” said Alice. “She was worried about stealing our thunder, way back at Christmas, and every single one of your sisters has expressed that concern to me privately as well. However, each of them will be up there with me today. The question is, do you want to be to be up there, too?”
