CHAPTER TWENTY

 

 

 

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“Just checking!” Mason rushed out with a deep rumble of a chuckle as he yanked the zip downwind, pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, and dropped them to his knees.

“Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!” Kelly chuckled at the sight of his hard body, his long, thick, length, and grinned with glee in her eyes as they sparkled with excitement. “That beats chocolate cake!”

“Chocolate cake?” Mason chuckled. He didn’t understand the feminine mind, and he wasn’t sure that he ever would.

“Meh, you’ll learn.” She waved an absent hand.

In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t important. All that mattered now was them.

“Moving on,” he growled.

“Wish you would,” she chuckled again. “Do you need directions?”

Mason grumbled a growl in the back of his throat. “Hell no!”

The alpha certainly didn’t need directions, or a map drawn for him as he started at her lips, and devoured her all the way down.

Kelly had to wonder if there was an inch of her that he hadn’t touched, licked, kissed, or paid some kind of attention to. Not that it mattered — she wasn’t going to point out that he’d missed a spot. If anything, she wanted to hurry him to a spot that needed more attention than others.

Then he was there, and her mind suddenly went blank of anything other than what he was doing to. She reveled in it, she rejoiced in it, and right as she rushed headlong into the intensity of her first release — she was more than thankful for it.

When Kelly finally pried her eyelids open, there he was climbing up over her body on his hands and knees with dark, sinfully hungry eyes, and a predatory smile that showed the beast within.

Wow, and he was all hers.

His muscles were working overtime beneath his skin, and he looked good enough to eat. To hell with chocolate cake — her new favorite thing was Mason.

“You’re all mine,” Mason growled, and the excitement within her soared to new heights.

She was just thinking the exact same thing.

Kelly could only offer him a wicked grin as he lowered himself down onto his elbows, and she felt the press of his length against her body.

Kelly offered a dirty chuckle. “That’s not where that needs to be…”

“I’m not there yet — they say patience is a virtue,” Mason growled, but he had a big old wolfish grin on his face.

“They also say put the wood in the hole — I don’t feel a lot of that going on.” With a deep, satisfied growl, he pushed inside her. “Okay, so you do know where it goes.” She chuckled again, but with another push of his hips towards hers, that chuckle ceased to exist.

“And I know just what to do with it.”

“Don’t hold back on my account,” she grinned.

Mason didn’t. He couldn’t. She felt like heaven on earth, and he was greedy for more — for everything.

Mason took her in long, deep, strokes that created friction between them. That friction was taking her right back up again, and the faster that he moved, the closer she got.

His beast rose up within him, and he knew that it was time to let that feral side push forward. He scooped her up against his chest and pushed back onto his heels with her.

One large hand fisted her hair, as his fangs elongated, and he salivated at the thought of the taste of her blood on his tongue. He wasn’t bloodthirsty — but, the thought of placing his mark within her skin, joining them together for a forever, was like a fever in his blood.

Mason’s hips met hers, over and over again, as he felt her body tighten around his. She was close, and he placed his jaws on either side of her shoulder with eager anticipation.

The moment that she cried out with the intensity of the orgasm that ripped through her body, he bit down into her flesh. The taste of her blood covered his tongue, and he swallowed hard.

His wolf howled within him as their souls became one. Mason released his fangs from her flesh and licked over the wound to seal it into her skin. He’d barely completed his task when the rush of mating fever took him hard.

Mason had the urge to turn her onto her hands and knees and buried his length as deep as he could inside her, but he wanted to look into her eyes as he completed the bond between them.

He took her back down to the bed, his hips still moving, faster and faster as he built up the friction between them again.

Kelly was more than vocal in her appreciation of what he was doing. It wasn’t that he needed directions, but he was grateful for her verbal applause.

Deeper, faster, every muscle in his body strained as he grunted and growled, and took her back up toward another release. He was there — almost — he waited for his mate to catch up with him, and when she did — he found his completion right alongside her.

Mason waited until her eyelids closed before his head strained back on his neck and a deep howl burst from within him. The windows rattled in their frames, but he didn’t give a damn — he was lost in her — with her, as he buried his length to the hilt and gave her everything that he had to give.

Mason felt as weak as a pup. He drew on every last bit of strength that he could muster to roll them onto their sides on the bed, still locked together as one, and so that he could keep her within the protective embrace of his arms.

Mated. Bonded together for life. One.