by Mason, Marie
Jason shifted his position, pulling her hips forward and pushing her legs back. His cock seemed to grow as he slammed inside her. She whimpered as she felt the tension break.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled as he felt her orgasm wash over her. “That’s my baby.”
Priscilla cried out as she reached her peak almost immediately. Jason stiffened and let go, branding her with his cum.
Jason opened his eyes, instantly aware of what had woken him from a deep slumber. Priscilla had left the bed. He watched her walk across the floor to the bathroom, the bottom of her long, cotton shirt riding high on her legs with each step hardening his already erect cock. He sat up, the covers falling away. The air was cold. He got out of bed and tended to the fire. He was fine with the low temperatures, but knew he had to keep it warm for Priscilla. He couldn’t let his mate get sick.
Mate.
Yeah, he acknowledge to his wolf with a grin, the heat and the passion of the night still burning inside him. Mate.
He smiled as he poked the hot embers, spreading it around before adding more logs. He watched for a moment to make sure it would take. The crackling of the wood didn’t mask her exit from the bathroom. She stopped before one of the windows, looking outside at the winter landscape glistening beneath the moon’s glow. It was still dark outside, the moon hanging low in the sky. Its light bleed through the small windows. He’d forgotten to pull the curtains back in place to shut out the cold. He went to do it now.
Her soft voice stopped him as he reached to block out the moonlight and the cold. “Leave them open.”
“It’s cold in here,” he responded. The night was still clear but he knew snow would come again before morning.
“Then keep me warm.” Her voice was sex. Sweet, dark, delicious sex.
“What did you have in mind?” He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Jason’s voice dripped in earthly sensuality and made Priscilla’s insides tingle. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe more of the same?” She tilted her head back and waited for his kiss. She wasn’t disappointed.
When he allowed her to come up for air, he said, “It’s Christmas you know.”
“How can you tell?”
“The angle of the moon. It’s past midnight.”
He kissed the side of her neck and Priscilla closed her eyes, content and so very, very happy. In the stillness, her other senses kicked in. His scent came to her. A little soapy, a little woodsy and a lot male. His heat and strength seemed to seep into her and she relaxed, enjoying the sensation of being held in the arms of a big strong man. She smiled smugly. How very unfeminist of her.
It felt wonderful. Beyond wonderful. Dare she allow herself to believe that this man, this beautiful, handsome wolf actually wanted her? Chunky, logical, rational Priscilla Johnson? A woman with nothing to call her own? Nothing to offer any man but her heart.
“No. You’re not leaving after Christmas.”
“Will you stop reading my mind?”
“I’m not. But I know what you’re thinking.”
“I have to go back sometime.”
“You can complete your degree from here,” he coaxed, turning her in his arms. “You’ve got a whole damn pack now to study. You can expand your thesis to include the family unit of a wolf pack.”
He stroked the rounded softness of her belly. “You can interview me when the time comes and ask how I feel about giving my mate a baby.”
She swayed closer, hypnotized by his seductive tone and the hand that had left her stomach to slide beneath her shirt and tangle with the curls protecting her mound. One of her dark brows rose. “Give me a baby? Like you were giving me a present?”
“Well, you can’t do it without me.”
“And you can’t do it without me,” she answered.
“I’d never want to ever try.” He lowered his head and took her mouth. Priscilla moaned as the sense of rightness settled over her. They’d only known each other for two short days. The best two days of her life.
It was after midnight and officially Christmas, the time for miracles. She’d already found hers. She’d found her wolf. In the distance she heard the howl of the wild wolf as he called to his mate, as if he too were surrendering to the inevitable.
Jason quickly undressed her, pulling the borrowed shirt from her body. They knelt before the fireplace, a low fire the only illumination in the small cabin. It was all they needed.
“You are so beautiful.” His hands lifted to touch the pointed centers of her breasts. They tightened at his touch. He traced the large areolas, the skin crinkling. “And so damn responsive.”
Priscilla gasped as he lowered his head to take her in his mouth. His touch was light and teasing. He pulled at the nipples then gently bit them, the edges of his teeth a sharp sensation as he scraped along the sides before releasing her. He teased her like that for several more minutes until she was groaning. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. His eyes were molten rivers of lust as he gazed down into her eyes. “Do you know how much I want you, Priscilla?”
“I have some idea,” she smiled. Days before she would have been frightened to have inspired such emotions, such a level of lust in a man. Now, now she craved what the heightened awareness would bring her.
“Priscilla Johnson, will you take me as your mate?”
The sounds around them grew dim. She swore she heard the soft fall of the snow outside in the stillness as he waited for her answer. The logs in the fireplace spit and snapped as the fire consumed them. She shivered, knowing she was about to be consumed with the same intense flash of desire.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Always.”
“And forever,” he vowed as he claimed her mouth. Their tongues slid lazily against each other, totally at odds with the passion building within. He tasted her, devoured her with slow, languid strokes of his wet tongue. She heard herself growl.
He pulled back and she knew the slow, almost reverent touch was pulling at his control. “Ahh, my little she-wolf wants to come out and play, does she?”
He pulled completely away and this time Priscilla whimpered at the loss of his warm body.
“Patience,” he ordered. The dark tone made her insides quiver.
He rose to his feet leaving her kneeling on the soft quilt, the hand-stitched cover that gave her a sense of completeness. His cock, thrusting outward from his legs, on the other hand, was reminding her how empty she felt inside. She licked her lips then bobbed her head forward. Even without the gentle guidance of his hand on the back of her head, she knew what he wanted. She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside her warm mouth. He was already leaking pre-cum and she lapped up the salty, tasty treat.
“Spread your legs.”
She did.
“Now touch yourself.”
She groaned around the thick width of his cock but did as he commanded. Her fingers slid through her slick folds. She moaned, excited by her own touch.
“That’s it, baby. You need to make yourself nice and wet for me. I want to take you with one single thrust.” He moved his hips, fucking her face as she pleasured herself. Her clit was a tender mass of nerves. Between her own fingering and the feel of his cock in her mouth, she was almost on the verge of coming.
“Stop.” He reached down and pulled her hand away from her body. The movement caused his cock to thrust forward and forced her to take him to the back of her throat. He grinned down at her as he brought her fingers to his mouth, bending his knees to keep himself tight against her throat. He licked the juices from her hand. He moved again, reaching for her other hand. He held them high above her head with one hand while the other went back to guiding her head.
“I need to come, baby. Take me as far as you can.” He thrust deeply and Priscilla let her throat relax. After a moment or two she swallowed each time he touched the back of her throat. He groaned. “Yeah, baby. Swallow me down.” His movements became harder, stronger, more violent, but she
loved it. She was being taken by her wolf shifter, providing for his needs, allowing him to dominate her. She shivered, wanting. His release rolled over him and he came down her throat. She swallowed as best she could, licking at her lips as he pulled away. He drew her to her feet using the hands he still held captive. “I’ll make it up to you later, baby. I promise,” he whispered against her ear. “But first I have to take you.”
They fell back on the quilt, the hardness of the floor almost bruising her back. There was no finesse in his movements. His hands shook with the lust riding him. He quickly positioned himself at the opening of her pussy.
“Mine,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
They both groaned as he thrust inside. Even with the juices from her self-pleasuring, it was still a tight fit. Priscilla gasped. Had he grown bigger since last time?
“Mate.”
She had no time to respond to his harsh groan. He buried himself to the hilt, his long, thick cock hitting her womb. His teeth sank into the side of her neck as he marked her as his. His bite released something inside her. It felt as if she suddenly had an animal sharing her soul. She realized quickly that it was his animal she was feeling. The sensations of his body that was feeding her own sexual energy. He continued to thrust, pumping in and out of her until she convulsed around him.
“Bite me.”
“What?” she was still on an endorphin high and didn’t know if she understood what he was asking.
He lifted her head off the floor, bringing her mouth to his chest. “Mark me.”
A force beyond her control made her open her mouth and sink her teeth into his flesh. The taste of his blood inside her mouth started a chain reaction of sensation. Lights and sound flashed through her mind, tearing at the fabric of her reality. She saw images of wolves and men and women. Wolf cubs, children and babies. Different places, different seasons. But the feel of the images remained the same. People shrouded in love.
She was seeing and feeling a whole different universe. She was living, in one brief moment, the season of the wolf.
“Enough.” He pulled her away and she instinctively licked across the teeth marks on his chest. They healed almost instantly, leaving only a small, red scar.
He was still inside her. Still hard.
She panted. “What just happened?”
He smiled down at her as he cradled her head against one arm and smoothed the hair away from her sweat soaked skin. “We mated.”
“Wow.”
“So now you know.”
She saw the uncertainly on his face, recognized the fear in the depths of his eyes. He was afraid she would reject him now that she knew the essence of his secret. Knew the truth of the shifter world. From what she’d seen, experienced during that flash of insight, she knew that wasn’t possible. She’d scoffed earlier as he explained about mates and mating, and the hand that fate played in a wolf’s destiny. She’d laughed, thinking he was simply trying to charm her, seduce her with his confession that they were mates.
Now she knew. She was his mate and he was hers. Their destiny had been determined long ago.
He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, a soft salute. “Merry Christmas, sweetlin’. Mate.”
“Merry Christmas. Mate.”
He suddenly frowned. “Damn, I had a present for you.”
“I think you still do,” she murmured, clenching her muscles around the hard cock still filling her pussy.
He grinned down at her and her heart overflowed with love for her wolf.
“Oh, you’ll get a taste of my candy cane, baby.” He thrust slow and easy making her moan. “My other present is a tree. I left it around back. You distracted me when I came in from chopping wood. Trying to seduce me with your bare feet and all.”
“A tree! Oh, Jason.” She started to cry.
“What? Why are you crying?” He voice held that note of confusion all men had when confronted with a woman’s tears when she appeared to be happy.
“It’s Christmas and I didn’t think I’d have anybody to share it with. Then your sister invited me to her house. Then you kidnapped me and seduced me.” This was said with another tight roll of muscles against his cock. “And then you give me a Christmas tree.”
“And my love. Don’t forget my love.”
Hours later, Priscilla lay curled in the arms of her wolf. His body was a warm, cherished presence that she’d thought she would never know. As she watched the moon through the window, she was amazed to see it snowing even though the full moon still hung high in the sky.
As she drifted off to sleep, she could have sworn she heard the sweet melodic tinkle of sleigh bells right before she felt a soft burst of energy inside her womb. She gasped and her hand curled protectively around her abdomen as the realization hit her.
She had just received another Christmas present from her mate, in this the season of her wolf.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marie Mason has always known, somewhere deep in her soul, that being a writer was what she was born to be. Thanks to the new and exciting world of self-publishing, Marie was finally able to make her dream come true. Part two of the dream is to be a full-time writer, spending the wee hours of morning creating new and exciting characters for her readers. That part might take a little longer. If you’d like to contact her with a comment or suggestion, her email is [email protected] or you can find her on Facebook.
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Mate of the Alpha, is available now in almost all ebook outlets.
Blind Date with a Bear, a longer work of fiction is due out soon.
MATE OF THE ALPHA
Ethan Scott was reluctant to claim his mate, Lily Reynolds. He was afraid his carnal needs would be too much for the curvy innocent. His wolf was of another mind, pushing the man relentlessly to mate. But Ethan knew once he had the brown-haired beauty there would no turning back. He’d claim her, mate her, and bred her. When she’s attacked by a group of rouge wolves, Ethan fears he has left his claiming too late and will lose his mate forever. When he comes to her rescue, he discovers the spirited Lily is more than ready to be the mate of an alpha.
Lily Reynolds has been crushing on her boss since she started work at Wolfe Enterprises six months ago. She knew the chances of attracting the wolf into a long-term relationship were slim to none – slim being a state she hadn’t achieved since childhood. She loved her curves and knew there was someone out there who would love every soft, luscious inch of her voluptuous body. Heartbroken, she knew Ethan Scott wasn’t that man despite the hot and cold signals the wolf shifter had been given her for months.
EXCERPT FROM MATE OF THE ALPHA
“Come in, Lily.”
“Do you have those contracts ready for me to finish, sir?” She stood by the door, her hands clasped in front of her.
While he had every intention of making her call him sir in the bedroom – mainly when he had her tied to his bed or spanking her luscious ass – he didn’t want her to do so in the office.
Oh, really? If his wolf had had eyebrows, they would have risen in disbelief. They both knew one of the first things they planned to do after they claimed her was bend her over his desk and fuck her while she screamed, harder, sir; faster sir.
His cock, which had been half-hard since she’d walked through the door, sprung to life so fast, he actually felt faint for a moment as all the blood in his body rushed south. His wolf snickered.
“Ethan,” he said with firm determination, wanting to hear his name on her lips. “I told you to call me Ethan.”
She drew in a deep breath, which lifted her breasts into prominence, and both the man and the wolf whimpered.
“Ethan.” Her voice was shy and breathless and he almost came in his pants.
He reached to the side of his desk and handed her a folder. “Here are the contracts. If you could have them done before you set up for the meeting,
I’d appreciate it.”
A departmental lunch meeting had been scheduled in the large conference room next to his office suite. What he really wanted to do was call the meeting off, claim Lily and take her again and again until they were both raw from fucking.
Then he wanted to do it all over again.
The only thing standing in his way? Lily Reynolds. In his mate, he sensed a reserve. There was a wariness within the depths of her pretty, brown eyes that spoke of something, he suspected, that had to do with a man. It made him angry to think anyone had ever hurt his mate. But knowing he’d have to overcome her natural resistance and some asshole’s past behavior was a challenge.
EXCERPT FROM BLIND DATE WITH A BEAR
Oh, she was so in trouble now. It had taken Deb a month to convince Paige she should go out with her brother. When she’d finally said yes, their schedules had prevented a date earlier last week, at least that’s what Deb had told her. More than likely Quinn had said no and it had taken Deb a week to convince her brother a blind date with her co-worker was a good idea.
She’d seen pictures of Deb’s siblings and her eyes had always been drawn to Quinn, even though all the Blackhawk siblings were drop dead gorgeous. Deb and her two sisters were three of the most beautiful women Paige had ever seen. Extra curves or not.
And Paige…well Paige was not the prettiest bud on the flower, but she wasn’t exactly a weed either.
Sexual impulses did not come to her often. Not because she didn’t want sex, but she wanted hot, sweaty, you-make-me-wild sex. Her two encounters had been less than fulfilling.
So what made Quinn the living, breathing embodiment of her personal ideal of what a man should be?
First, he was big. Tall, broad shouldered, a trim, fantastic body–hey big girls appreciate a fine specimen of manhood, too. His bone structure was to die for; apparently, Native American was part of the bear shifter DNA. Riveting brown eyes, a mouth both firm and sensuous set in a well-shaped head and topped with sun-kissed golden brown hair. His bear must be beautiful.