Sitting back on his knees, he studies my body beneath him. His eyes darken, hands gently tracing the lines of my body. He pulls me forward, lifts my arms in the air, then removes my bra from over my head. My breasts bounce free, his hands cupping me as he pushes me back down. My heart is beating so fast; I’m sure he can feel it. Before I have a chance to get nervous, his mouth is on my nipple, licking and sucking. His other hand is pinching and pulling on the opposite side. It’s overwhelming. I moan and that seems to encourage him. He moves his hand down my body, just barely rubbing his finger under the elastic of my panties. My hips lift automatically, hoping his fingers land where I need them. “You wet for me baby? I bet your little pussy is soaking for me. Should I find out with my hand, or would you like to ride my tongue?” A long, low groan sounds from me. His filthy mouth turning me up higher then I thought possible.
Masen moves down my body without a real answer. I’m sure he could tell by my response which one I’d chose. My hands follow his shoulders down trying to touch any part of him I can reach. He licks his way past my belly button and to the top of my panties. His hands reach under me, cupping my butt and lifting. My legs fall open farther. Dropping his face, he presses his nose right into my still covered center.
“Masen,” I moan loudly.
He lifts his hooded eyes. “Mine” comes out in a low growl. I can just barely see the tips of his elongated fangs, and I almost come undone.
His hands claw at the fabric at my hip, one tug and my panties rend. I’m spread open for him. He leans down and lifts me up to him again, he licks up my center from bottom to top in one long sweep. “Ahhh.” Pushing forward, he uses his thumb to hold me open. When his tongue touches me I’m overwhelmed ,I feel like crawling away from him, and like shoving his head into me harder at the same time. His hand reaches up to my nipple pinching; my butt rises higher from the bed pushing onto him while my hips swivel. When his mouth isn’t busy, he whispers naughty things, encouraging me. It makes my toes curl just thinking about all the things he says. The noises I make seem to excite him even more. My legs are shaking, and I’m pulling his hair. I’m so close. He puts his mouth around my clit and sucks, long and hard, and I scream out his name as I climax.
His movement gentles as he still strokes me, riding out my orgasm. My hands cling to his shoulders, pulling him down to me. He comes, and his head drops to my neck as I hold tightly to his big body. He’s breathing deeply. Keeping his lower body off of mine, he rolls so he’s on his back, and I’m curled into his chest. His eyes are closed, and his jaw is tense. When I look down, I can see his erection tenting his snug boxer briefs. Slowly, I reach my hand down, feeling his muscles in his abdomen. Holy hell, that’s so hot. His boxers are low enough I can clearly see his vee between his narrow hips, and I’m tempted to lean down and lick the lines. My hand slides over the bulge, and he sucks in air through his teeth. “Can I touch you, Masen?”
He grunts but doesn’t open his eyes. I rub gently, stroking him with my fingers and then fitting my hand around him. His hips barely lift, pushing into my hand. I pull back and crawl down the side of his body. When I look up, he eyes are on fire as he watches me. Leaning up, I question with my eyes as I pull his boxers down exposing him. He lifts. Still looking right in his eyes, I remove his boxers. When I look down, I gasp at the size of him. He has a small patch of short, black hair that leads in a thin line up to his belly button; the rest of his stomach is bare. His broad chest has dark hair lightly covering it. When I bring my hand back and try to circle him, my fingers don’t touch. I pull up and push back down slowly feeling his velvet skin against my palm. My hand stops at his tip, squeezing gently, and a small bead of moisture escapes. Now, his hips really lift. I lean down with my tongue and lick around the tip cleaning up the drop of fluid. He groans and fists the sheet beneath him. “Oh fuck,” he grates and licks his lips, watching me lick him clean.
When I take my hand and mouth away, he looks down at me as I lift to straddle his hips wanting to feel his bare skin against mine. “Is this okay?” I ask nervous now that he watching me. He nods his head, his neck straining and abs bunched tight. He looks like I’m hurting him. “Masen, am I hurting you? I’m sorry,” I say, ashamed, backing away.
With a low growl, he shakes his head and grabs my hips stilling my retreat. When I feel him beneath me, his head falls back, and he clinches my hips. I rock once, my clit sitting on his ridge making me sigh in relief.
Before I realize what’s happened, he flips us so I’m again on my back with him between my legs. He grinds. I want to ask for more, but I’m not sure how. I’m not sure if he knows I’ve never done this before, I’m sure he can tell I’m inexperienced, but he needs to know he’s my first. “Masen,” I say looking at his dark handsome face.
Yeah baby,” he pants.
“I’ve never..this, all this, is new to me. Yesterday was my first, real kiss so I just...em, I just wanted you to know you might have to guide me a little.” I’m sure he can see my face glowing red in the dim morning light.
His body goes rigid as soon as I start talking. He hasn’t moved or uttered a word. As possessive as he is, I thought this would make him happy; maybe, I was wrong. I close my eyes and wish he’d say something, anything. When he doesn’t, I silently beg him to move so I could get up. My hands move from him to cover my breast. Oh God, I should have kept my mouth shut. He’s still frozen. I feel a tear leak from the corner of my eye and run down to my ear. Everything hits me at once, all the emotions of finding him, knowing all this time he was with other women kills me. I thought him knowing there was never anyone else for me would make him happy. God knows I would love to know he was only mine. It’s all too much.
Voice as steady as I can make it, “I think I need to get up, please.” He starts to shift back still silent. I grab the blanket from the bed covering myself and quickly stand. I walk to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. With my back to the door, I slide down wrapped in the blanket that smells like him. Blinking back tears, I drop the blanket when I stand and go turn on the shower.
Masen must have brought my bags in because my shampoo and condition are in the shower. I wash my body and let the tears of disappointment fall. I can’t even pretend to understand what he’s thinking or feeling. I can’t believe not having experience would bother him. I know I’m probably overreacting, but with everything happening so fast, I haven’t had time to catch up.
I feel rejection weighing heavy on my chest as I let the water hide my embarrassment. I’ve been in the shower for at least thirty minutes when I finally get out. I think I was hoping he would come in and help me understand, but I’m also glad he didn’t. I don’t want him seeing me like this. I take my time, stalling, wanting him to be out of the room before I come out. I wrap up in the largest towel I can find and fold up the blanket I dragged into the bathroom with me.
His scent is so strong in the room I can’t tell by smell alone if he’s still there. I listen at the door to hear any sound indicating he was still in the room. It’s quiet, no sound of sheets or cloths rustling. Finally, I unlock the door. Holding the folded blanket in front of me like a shield, I enter the empty room. I’m relieved and want to cry at the same time. I’m a mess.
Dressing as fast as possible, I grab my book bag and leave the room. I head to the back of the house looking for a door. I know just where I want to go. I find the empty porch swing and sit. I know I’ll have to face Masen soon and discuss what we can do to get passed our physical issues, but for now, I think I’ll hide out as long as possible. I open my bag and get busy doing homework.
MASEN
Sitting at my desk, I drop my head in my hands. I’m such a fucking asshole. After finding out my Mate hasn’t let anyone touch her beautiful body, I check out. Instead of telling her that nothing could make me happier, I shut down. All I could think was how I let other women touch me the past five years. How I validated it by saying she was a child, that it would be years before I was able to claim her. T
hat I was a man with needs; she would probably have young fumbling boyfriends as well, right?
No, the truth was I was selfish prick that thought it was okay to punish a young woman who couldn’t be what I thought I needed. If I’m being truly honest with myself, I should admit that after I looked for her and she was gone, I went a little wild. I blamed her for not being there. Thought she deserved me fucking around since she ran. I don’t even know where to begin to try and fix this.
I knew she didn’t have a lot of experience, but to find out she’s not only a virgin but that I was her first fucking kiss, I was floored. She waited five years for a man she thought chose someone else.
I knew she was mine, and I was fucking Roxanne less than two weeks later. Before her parents died, before she was sent to live with strangers, who apparently beat her, before her first shift all alone. I was here making excuses for myself so I could fuck around.
When that tear fell from her tightly clenched eyes, I wanted to say something, to tell her I was sorry. Instead, I let her lock herself in the bathroom to hide the tears I caused. When I heard her soft sobs, I couldn’t take anymore. Knowing I made her feel bad for saving herself, if not for me than for herself for waiting for someone that was deserving, I let her think her inexperience bothered me. I was more worried about getting a good fuck than I cared about her. I know she must think I don’t care about her at all; I’ve seen how it hurts her to think of me with other women. Still being a selfish bastard, I practically ran from the room, so here I sit four hours later, pretending to work.
When my phone rings, I want to ignore that, too, but I answer anyway. “Michael.”
“Alpha, Gavin and three others have requested admittance to the property to be considered for our pack. They also say they have information on the rogue group trying to challenge you.” His voice is stiff
“Let them in. Take them directly to the meeting hall. I’ll meet you there in twenty minutes. Do not mention my Mate, and don’t let them speak to anyone else.” I hang up the phone. If Gavin can produce info on the rogue group testing my boarders, I’ll let him stay.
Walking through the doors, I find Michael, Sid, and four other guards surrounding Gavin, two male shifters, and one female shifter. “Beta.” I nod my head formally to Michael letting him know I want to speak to him privately. I tilt my head to my pack office. He follows me into the soundproof room and closes the door. Running my hands through my hair, I lay it out. “I fucked up today, big time. She was outside. When I went to let her know I had business, she was gone. I know she’s still in the area, probably went for a walk, but I need to know the property is safe. If these guys are here to cause a problem or a distract us, I need to know she is safe.”
Michael face is stoic as he speaks. “I doubled patrols as soon as I got wind of these guys getting near.”
I can tell something is bothering him. “What’s wrong, Michael?”
His face still unreadable. He responds, “the Luna has been with Nicole for hours Mase. As your friend, I’m asking how did you not know this? And even more important, what did you do to make her so sad?” I don’t answer “I don’t know how you let her out of your sight feeling like that.”
“What are you saying, Michael?”
He looks right at me. “What time was it when you upset her?”
Thinking back, I answer, “a little after eight.”
He shakes his head. “When she walked past our house, we felt how sad she was. She was just walking past the house, and Nicole and I both felt compelled to find out what made our hearts ache. I’ve never felt anything like it. I knew the hurt was coming from her, but she smiled at us like everything was fine. She has no idea that we felt her emotions. After talking for a few, Nicole invited her in to visit. She’s been there for almost three hours, Mase. You just realized she was gone twenty minutes ago?”
“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?” I yell so angry at myself, at Michael, at everyone.
Michael is calm and speaks in a measured voice, “Why would you let her feel like that, Mase? Why would you not go to her and make whatever hurt her, better?” He stands up tall. “What I’m saying Mase is maybe the last five years have changed you. Maybe, you can’t be what she needs. What she deserves...”
My ass drops to a chair; all the fight in me gone. I don’t even know how to answer my best friend. I knew she was hurting, and I didn’t do anything to fix it. I didn’t know when she left the house. I knew she was outside, but I had no idea she had been gone for hours. Maybe, he’s right; maybe, I’m fucked up.
My voice is defeated when I say, “she told me she is a virgin. I mean I suspected! But to hear her say it. I had just finished eating her pussy, and she said she was a virgin that when I kissed her yesterday it was her first kiss,” I hang my head, “she wanted me to know I was the only man to ever touch her. She was insecure about making love because she didn’t want to disappoint me.” I look at my best friend and tell him what a selfish fucker I am. “I sat there, didn’t speak, didn’t move; I sat there. Did you know she knew me as her Mate that first night? She told Cass when someone asked me who she was I called her no one. She’s lived five years believing I chose Roxanne over her. Then, when she comes to my house, she sees Roxanne standing on my front porch almost naked.” I shake my head. “I just kept thinking how I was all that time. Fucking anyone I wanted, while she never let anyone touch her. I was disgusted with myself so I just sat there, and when I didn’t respond, she got upset. I knew what she was thinking, and I let her believe it was her that disgusted me.”
Michael’s face is angry. “Fuck Mase. I don’t even know what to say to that.” My Beta does something he’s never done. He turns away from me and walks out the door.
I take a few minutes to get my shit together, before walking out. I overhear Gavin talking, “smells different, maybe my Mate is here. My boys can feel it to. You guys bring in a new bunch of females? I’d love to find which one smells so damn good.” He laughs.
Now, my anger has a new direction because I know who he’s talking about. Michael responds, “if you’re smart, you’ll keep your mouth shut!”
I have to find out what he knows about the rogues before I snap his fucking neck. Every head turns to me the moment I walk into the room. I’m so close to shifting I can feel my fangs descending, heat flows from me in waves. Michael is the only one to keep his ground; everyone else in the room has either taken a step back in retreat or dropped their heads in submission. My voice comes out as a growl, barely understandable. “Gavin, tell me what you know.”
“Alpha,” he says slowly like he testing my reaction, “I appreciate you letting us come today and hope you’ll let us appeal to stay for good.”
“GET ON WITH IT!” I roar. He drops his eyes. I know he doesn’t understand my behavior; we’ve been friends for years. He answers with a stammer “I met the group close to your territory. They’re trouble. I think they are planning on challenging you, but I think there’s something more. The leader, Saul, he’s so confident, like he knows something that will help him win the challenge. They asked us to join them, said that when he takes over he needs people he can trust. I told them we already belonged to a pack, and we’re just visiting family. I thought they would keep us from leaving, but they let us leave. There are nine males and six females that I seen. I’m sorry Alpha; that’s all I know.”
As he finishes, the front door opens, and I know it’s her. Every head swivels in her direction. The men all straightened to their full height. The one female looks her over with envy. My beautiful Mate has no idea how striking she truly is. Her curvy figure is a rarity among shifters. Females are usually tall and slender, breasts small, hips narrow. Her long, dark hair waves behind her. Her large amber eyes find me quickly, and I can tell she worried, that her worry for me has overridden how I made her feel this morning. When she starts to walk over, I hear Gavin and the two men he’s with take deep breaths, pulling in her scent. Michael moves between her and the men now watching her as s
he makes her way to me. “Masen?” The southern drawl in her voice clear. She comes close but not close enough to touch.
“She’s the one,” I hear one the the men whisper. The female with the group huffs.
I close the remaining gap between us, picking her up. She automatically wraps her legs around my waist. She’s so soft and sweet it floors me that after the way I treated her she’s still willing to let me touch her. My anger evaporates immediately replaced with remorse. “I’m so sorry, Little One,” I whisper close to her ear. “I was angry at myself, never you baby. I handled it so wrong. Please forgive me,” I beg, and I don’t care who’s witnessing this tender moment.
She runs her hands through my hair and shushes me. “Masen, I overreacted so much has happened lately I just mashed it all up. I’m a little emotional,” she says with a shrug and a big smile, like it’s no big deal. Her voice has been quiet, just for the two of us, but now she speakers louder so everyone can hear, “What has you so mad? Which one of them should I kill to make you feel better. I hope it’s her; I don’t like the way she’s looking at you.” Her voice is serious like she would tear them to pieces right now if I just say the word. Her eyes narrow at the female watching us.
I can’t help the loud laugh that escapes. “It’s fine, Little One. If they need killing, I’ll do it.” I chuckle and set her down next to me.
Sophia
With a hand on my lower back, Masen guides me forward toward a small group, three men and one female, surrounded by five other men and Michael. The woman stares at Masen with her back arched pushing her small breasts out of her tiny halter top in an open invitation. Her short, leather skirt hangs low on her hip baring most of her toned belly. She looks ridiculous. It’s not even one o’clock in the afternoon, and she looks like she’s going clubbing. I roll my eyes. Masen hasn’t glanced at her once. I can see a pout form on her lips as we get closer.
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