His dad however retaliates by stealing Masen’s food. Every time I’ve prepared a plate for Masen, Caleb materializes and takes the plate right from his hands. Making sure Masen knows he’s gotten first dibs, an honor that always goes to him when I’m cooking. He hasn’t said a word, just makes himself a new plate while staring at his dad enjoying his food. I’m not sure how much longer he’ll get away with it though. Today when Caleb snatched his steak, Masen growled and didn’t release the plate so easily.
We’ve also told them I’m a white wolf and asked if they know anything about my heritage that could help us understand our situation better. One of the things we’ve learned is white wolves are always females. I’m not sure if my mother was a white wolf. I’d seen her change a few times, but when I got older, my parents always shifted together, saying it was their time alone. I know she was light, but the memories seem to fade. Like when I try to remember the sound of her voice, it’s in there; I just can’t recall it.
Caleb also said that white wolves are rumored to have abilities that far exceed the average shifter, anything from premonitions or empathy to superior healing abilities. We’ve shared that we can communicate through our bond in both forms. Masen suspects I may have a type of empathy, telling me sometimes the people close to me can experience my emotions if it’s something I feel deeply. I don’t even want to know who told him this or when someone felt me. They also suspect that our powers will combine and be amplified when we are properly Mated.
Mickey was with me trying on dresses today. She noticed my healed Mark from Masen. She called Caleb, who was our bodyguard while we shopped, over and told him “your son needs his ass kicked. Look, he Marked her before they were Mated.”
My hand flies up to cover the raised scar. “Oh no, is that wrong?” I ask embarrassed.
“It’s not wrong, Sophie. He just knows better. He should have waited until your Mating ceremony,” Mickey says while fussing with the dress I’m trying on. “Caleb, you need to have a talk with that boy,” Mickey spouts.
“I marked him,” I mumble.
“What, Sweets?” Caleb asks. That’s what he calls me; he says I smell like cookies. “I marked him first so don’t yell at him, please,” I say shyly.
I hear one loud gruff before Caleb who attracts almost as much attention as Masen busts out laughing. Every head turns in our direction. Mickey has both her lips rolled in trying to keep from laughing. “You...Marked...him...first...” He wheezes; he can barely stand let alone speak. He’s still laughing so hard when Mickey finally loses the battle and giggles. He starts roaring all over again.
“Why is that funny?” I ask when they finally calm enough to breath.
Mickey notices my expression first. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. Usually, the male is the first to Mark is all. Don’t worry about it. Caleb is just crazy,” she says dismissively, waving her hand.
I know there’s more to this. “What if someone finds out I Marked him first? I don’t want to embarrass him,” I say mortified.
“Hey, Sweets, I can guarantee he’s happy as hell you Marked him first. He’ll probably tell everybody he’d think would listen that his little Mate claimed him first. It’s just funny to think of my son, the Alpha, having a female claim him. He has his hands full with you, but I’ve never seen him happier. He loves you.” He hugs me to his large frame, patting the back of my head with his huge hand a little awkwardly. He’s not as big as Masen, and he’s not as gentle, either. But, it still feels nice to be comforted by a father figure. Caleb laughs, and I feel it rumble up his chest. “You better believe I’m gonna give him hell about it.” I step back and laugh a little with him.
After two more stores, I finally find the perfect dress. It’s white which isn’t necessary for a shifter union, but I like it none the less. It reaches just below my knees and has a full lace skirt with a tulle underlay, giving it a fifties vintage vibe. The top is fitted with a wide boat neck but doesn’t show too much cleavage. The cap sleeves match the lace that’s on the shirt. Lastly, I find a light blue sash that almost matches Masen’s eyes to tie around my waist making a belt. Mickey promises to make time later in the week for shoe shopping, even though I’ll be barefoot for the actual ceremony. My belly has been queasy for the past few days. I think I’m more nervous than I expected.
The only detail left to handle is the food. Before we make our vows, it’s customary to have a feast provided by the female’s family. Since I no longer have a family, Nicole and Red have volunteered to take care of the caterer. I decide I’m going to provide the desert myself. Mickey tells me what Masen’s, Caleb’s, and Sniffer’s favorite desserts are so I can make them each something special. I’ll also make a few cakes and cookies for most of the other guests. That’s how I’ll spend Friday and most of Saturday.
True to his word Caleb harasses Masen repeatedly about being claimed. It doesn’t seem to have the effect he was hoping for though. Masen just puffs out his chest and says, “I know. She couldn’t resist me,” then sends me a heated look that makes all kinds of promises.
“That’s nothing you should have seen her the other day. She called Roxanne a cock chasing lint licker. Then, she told Mase she owned his...” I throw the apple I was peeling at Sniffer, ailing him right in the forehead, before he can finish.
“Don’t even think about it,” I threaten. His face is priceless, mouth hanging open with bits of apple dripping down his face. The red welt left behind indicates I might have thrown it a little too hard, but what he’s trying to say is soon forgotten as everyone laughs at what I’ve done.
There’s been no word about the rogues since Masen searched their compound. Jeff and Rob are still detained in the cells, but Masen tells me the cells were developed for young shifters who haven’t yet gained control of themselves so they’re pretty comfortable. He’s thinks they may be telling the truth about their involvement after questioning them a few more times.
Other than to tell me he fired Roxanne all together on Monday, we haven’t talked about that day. He hasn’t been back to his office this week, but he’s working from home quite a bit to make up for the time he’s taking off for us to have a short honeymoon. We will be leaving the Wednesday after our ceremony. He has a meeting Tuesday that he wasn’t able to reschedule, but he’s keeping where we are going a surprise.
I’m tired after dinner. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I crawl into bed alone. Masen and his dad have been spending hours in his office after dinner, usually not making it to bed until well after midnight. So, I’m surprised when I feel Masen’s warm, naked body slide in beside me moments later. He molds every inch of his large frame to my back and coos into my ear, “I miss having you all to myself, Little One.” His rough hand glides down the silky, light blue nighty I’m wearing then up under, finding my hardened nipple with ease to roll and pinch. We haven’t made love since Monday morning, and my body is on fire from the first caress. “I love your curvy little body. Every inch of you is so soft against me.” He purrs. His fingers trail down to the apex of my thighs, and my legs part for him. I can feel his thick erection at my rear. Masen hooks my calf over his knee opening me to his deft fingers. He circles my clit slowly barely whisking his finger over me. “How much do you need me? Are you greedy for me baby?”
My back arches, driving him into me deeper. “Masen,” I say breathlessly and try to push his hand closer to me. “Stop teasing me,” I beg.
He chuckles darkly but doesn’t budge an inch, not letting me control his movements at all. “You’ve been teasing me for days. When I get in bed with you, I feel your warm body pressed up against mine, but you’re sleeping so deeply. I can’t bring myself to wake you. Then today, in those things you call shorts, you bent over, and I could see this tiny beauty mark right here,” his hands leaves me and runs up the back of my thigh stopping right before my butt and brushes back and forth. “If my dad hadn’t been right there enjoying my torment, I’d have fucked you right then. I need to build a guest house. Then,
they won’t have a reason to be here all the time.” He muses to himself.
“Later.” I huff at having lost his attention. The hand caressing me stops, and I whimper in frustration before he slaps my bottom quickly. “Hey!” I yelp and jerk making his shaft rub through my wetness. He reaches around me again and circles himself between my legs. I shudder when his knuckles brush against me and groan.
“You’re so wet, Baby. I can feel you dripping on my cock. Tell me what you need,” he commands; his voice is so low and deep.
“You, Masen! I need you,” I beg. His nose dips to the back of my ear, and he inhales deeply. His body goes rigid. He scents me again, and his chest rumbles. “Masen?” I question immediately knowing something’s off.
He flips me on my back and cages my body with his so fast I barely register the fact that he has both of my wrists held above my head with one of his hands. I search his hard face for any clue what’s wrong. Masen’s almost white eyes glow as he stares at me before moving down my body, placing his face right below my belly button. He runs his nose slowly down to my short curls at my closed legs never lifting his nose. “Open,” he grates out, sounding garbled from his extended fangs. I obey, and he continues down to my bare lips before growling ferociously.
“What is wrong with you?” I ask incredulously shock clear in my tone.
Masen covers my body with his quickly, leaving most of his weight on one hand; the other still brackets both of mine. He nuzzles my neck, breathing hard. He urges my face to the side with his. I feel his wide tongue lap over my Mark, and he purrs, gathering my body even closer and trapping my legs with his on either side. I still have no idea what he’s doing, but at least, he’s being gentle now. When I try to move my hand, he gives a short warning grumble to stay put. After he grooms my Mark repeatedly, he finally lets my hands go and rolls me onto my belly with tender care. I turn my head and look at his hooded eyes and his teeth biting the corner of his lip. Masen is so trained on my bottom I don’t think he realizes I’m watching him. His hands begin feathering up the back of my legs until he reaches the small of my back. I close my eyes and relax under his touch. I feel his knee wedge between mine, pushing me open, and I hear him hum in approval. Placing his hands on my hips, he pulls me back so I’m on my knees in front of him with my legs spread. He’s seated on his knees that are slightly open behind me, his heavy cock pointing straight up at me. Seeing how much he still wants me makes me forget his curious behavior, and I wiggle a bit and lift up on my arms putting me in all four. My baby’s body is even greedier than I thought. I’m gonna need to fill her up all the time. I hear through our bond, and I feel how happy the thought makes him. Even his filthy thoughts excite me, and I’m sure he has no idea I can hear him.
“Come here, Baby. I need more of me inside you, yeah.” I find his wording strange, but as long as he’s touching me, I don’t care how he says it. Masen tugs me closer, using my hip; then he leans forward and wraps himself around my back hugging me and whispers in my ear, “I’m gonna let you do the work. I’m gonna let your greedy pussy take as much of me as you need.” Pulling up, he lines himself up with my opening and waits. I push back barely and feel his head slip inside me. Wanting more, I keep pushing; I moan at the fullness this position causes. “You need more.” It’s a statement, not a question as he thrusts like he can’t help himself, and that’s exactly what I want.
I need him to take control, to do whatever he wants to my body so I tell him, “Masen, I love when you take care of me. You always know what I need. Will you love me, please?” His hand fists in my hair, making me arch more and plunge back roughly. “Yes,” I hiss.
“You like me in control, like to be my naughty girl.”
Masen pushes me to my first orgasm fast and hard, slamming into me repeatedly. When I’m close, he squeezes my nipple so hard I scream, but he covers my mouth muffling the noise. “I usually love to hear you scream my name, Baby, but you will be quiet or I will punish you.” He pants still advancing into me pushing me through my orgasm. I know he’s keeping me quite because of his parents, who I forgot about. I nod my head and try and swallow around my dry throat.
My arms collapse soon after I finish, but he’s still hard inside of me. He pulls out of me and rolls me on to back and re-enters me slowly. His lips find mine for the first time tonight, and I marvel at how his mouth cherishes mine. “I love you, Sophia,” he says when he ends the kiss, looking into my eyes.
I’m overwhelmed with emotion as I respond, “I love you, so much Masen.”
He continues making love to me tenderly. When I close my eyes and tilt my head back from the pleasure, he stops and demands I look at him. Masen’s hand reaches down between our bodies and uses his thumb to push down on my clitoris; his strokes become erratic as he gets closer to his climax. “Come with me, Baby. Let me fill you up while you squeeze me,” so I do. Masen finishes and licks up the side of my throat stopping at my thrumming pulse and places an open mouth kiss over it.
He rolls to the side, and I follow, keeping my body as close to his as possible. I pepper his neck and jaw with little kisses until I reach his full soft lips where I show him my thanks with my lips. “I hated falling asleep without you. It’s crazy how fast I’ve come to need you. I love you, Masen. I’m really excited for our ceremony. I’ve had nervous butterflies all week.”
A smile lights up his handsome face, making his eyes twinkle as he looks down at me. “Butterfliess, huh? When did that start?”
I shrug, curled around him. “Oh, I don’t know. A few days, I guess.”
He grows serious. “It’s not bad, is it?”
I shake my head dismissively. “No, I’m fine, just a little queasy is all.”
He clears his throat and looks at the ceiling. “I’m not so sure it’s just nerves, Little One.”
I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Why is that?” I ask confused.
He launches himself up, puts his lips right above my pubic bone, and whispers excitedly, “cause I got super sperm baby! You’re all knocked up!”
Then, he starts kissing my belly before I jack knife up and yell, “What!”
His head gets pushed down so his face is between my thighs. He growls possessively. “You smell so good, all warm and needy and a lot like me.” He looks up at me as his tongue darts out and lick up my slit. Holy shit, that’s has to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
I shake my head remembering how he got there. “That’s impossible, Masen. I haven’t been though my heat yet, right?”
He shakes his head. “No, Baby, you haven’t,” his eyes twinkle, “but I can’t wait for it.” He grins like a fool.
“Are you sure?” I ask placing my hands over my lower tummy. He nods his head and uses his nose to push my hands away and crawls up my body. Then things start to click his weird reaction before when make love, his strange wording wanting more of himself inside me. How can this be? “Were you upset? Is that why you were acting so weird?”
He scoffs. “Of course not, I had just realized my Mate was carrying my young. My wolf was feeling possessive and territorial. He was riding me hard. I need to protect you.” The last bit comes out so fiercely I can see the tips of his fangs.
I’m so excited and scared at the same time. I get a little teary eyed. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? We aren’t even Mated yet. You don’t think it’s too much, too soon?”
His smile could light the sun. “Are you kidding? I never knew how excited I’d be, but I already love him!” He states vehemently.
“Oh, it’s a him, is it?” I giggle at his enthusiasm.
“My only problem is we’ll never get rid of my parents.” He hangs his head. “Now, we really need to build another house,” he pouts.
I throw myself at him, and he rolls over onto his back. “A baby,” I say in awe. “She’s gonna look just like you, big ole light eyes, inky dark hair, and a smile that’ll stop traffic.” I muse. “I love you, Masen”
By Saturday morning, I
’ve made more cookies and brownies than I care to count. The counters and island are filled with sweets. The three cakes I made this morning are in the freezer so I can decorate them easily for tomorrow night. I’m officially done with all the desserts except Masen’s which I’ll make later today when he leaves for the traditional run with his Pack. I think Mickey will be here with me alone for most of the night.
Masen’s parents are starting to suspect something because he finds any and every reason to touch my lower stomach. I caught Mickey starting last night with a strange look in her face when he was fussing over me about eating enough. I’m not sure when anyone besides Masen will be able to scent I’m carrying. We haven’t talked about telling anyone yet. I think he’s still worried about someone finding out about me being a white wolf before we are Mated, and there is no other excuse as to why we conceived without me going through a cycle other than my heritage. I know his parents already know what I am, but I like that it’s our little secret for now.
Sniffer still hasn’t said much about what’s going on with him and Sam, only that things are different now. He looks sad a lot when he doesn’t think anyone’s notices. Then, he plasters a smile on his face like there is nothing wrong. I hope they can repair whatever’s happened to their relationship soon. I haven’t seen Sam since Sunday night. I think he’s spending most of his time with David.
Nicole and Red have been busy making sure the hall and the gathering place behind it are ready for our union. Red said she used the same caterer for other Pack events and has been never been disappointed. I’m relieved everything seems to be going so well.
Thankfully, the packages I ordered a few days ago came today so I’ll have plenty of cloths to take when we leave on Wednesday. There’s nothing much better than new bras and panties. I pack up a few of my new things knowing I won’t need them before we leave.
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