Grin and Bear It

by Grin

  “I need to be inside of you.”

  “I want you inside of me, Mason.”

  The air left her in a rush. Before she could think he had her in his arms.

  “The bedroom, Ryeissa.” He started kissing her. “I need to know where the bedroom is.”

  She panted against his mouth.

  “Down the hall, first door on the right.”

  He was moving instantly, his mouth still on hers. And then they were in her room, the door still open, the lights off. She was on her bed seconds later with Mason over her.

  But before they could do this he was off of her, and leaving the room. She pushed herself up and braced her upper body on her elbows, a little confused, and staring at the open doorway. A second later he was back, a condom between his fingers.

  A part of her didn’t want him to use a condom, because the idea of feeling just him was exhilarating. Ryeissa wanted to feel his hard cock, the thickness, the length filling her to the point of pain and pleasure. She wanted him stretching her, nothing between them. But the more rational part told her she needed to be smart. She didn’t want any children right now, and safe sex was the right thing to do given the fact they hadn’t known each other that long.

  He sheathed himself, sliding the latex down his cock, watching her the whole time. When he had the condom on he moved toward the bed. He had his knees on the mattress and crawled toward her, stalking her. His tendons and muscles flexed and bunched as he moved closer toward her.

  When he was over her, she was resting on her back again and their faces were only inches apart, she swore she felt his dick between them. He reached between their bodies, and with a gentle, yet firm hand he pushed her thighs wider apart. He leaned back, looked down between her thighs, and stared at what was revealed.

  “God damn, Ryeissa,” he groaned those words.

  She saw his canines, wanted them running over her flesh, pricking at her skin, drawing blood.

  “Ryeissa,” he said her name harshly. He looked up from between her thighs, and she saw how dilated his pupils were. “I hope you’re ready for me, for this, baby.” Taking hold of his thick and long cock, he brought it to the entrance of her body.

  She held her breath, let his words play through her mind, and nodded. “I’m ready, Mason.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Mason was barely hanging onto his control. He thrust into her in one fluid motion, groaning at the tight, wet and hot feel of her around his cock, and had to grip onto her waist to hold himself still. Her pussy sucked at his dick, milked him, and the gasp of pleasure that came from her fueled him on. He gritted his teeth, pulled out an inch, and pushed back in. She felt so fucking good, so good that he feared he would come before they even got started, before he got her off with his dick in her pussy.

  Ryeissa stared up at him with parted lips, wide eyes, and this blush over her. She looked like a female that wanted him to fuck her, and he wasn’t going to deny her. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock, a gasp left her, and he snapped his jaw closed, his bear right there ready to be free.

  “You feel so good, so tight and wet.”

  “You’re so big, Mason.”

  He groaned in arousal at her words.

  This was his female, and he was claiming her as his old lady, claiming her as only his from this point on. He’d never let her leave, never let anyone come between them. The bear in him roared out to really take her, to really claim her. Mason held onto her waist even tighter, felt his nails turn into claws. He was finally taking his woman, the one female that had gotten past the tough exterior he’d kept around him.

  Mason would give her his mark, make her wear it like a sign of ownership, a sign of being loved and cared for. And fucking hell would he do all of that and more.

  “More, Mason.”

  He thrust into her again, harder this time so her big, generous breasts bounced from the movement. “That’s it, baby, take all of me.” He continued to shove his shaft into her until his balls slapped her ass, making this hard, pounding sound. It fueled him on, made his dick stiffer inside of her. Another squeeze of her inner muscles had him moving his hands down to her thighs, opening her further for him, and groaning out.

  “You’re stretching me so good, Mason,” she gasped when he thrust into her again.

  He closed his eyes because he just didn’t have the strength to keep them open, didn’t have the willpower right now. Mason could smell her sweet arousal coming from her like a floral perfume, and could hear the little sounds of need she made, begging him for more without actually saying the words.

  Bracing his knees apart and causing her thighs to widen far, he pulled out slowly, feeling every ripple of her body contracting around him. When just the tip remained at her entrance, he pushed back in, a harsh grunt of pleasure leaving him. The restraint it was taking him to go slowly, to give her time to adjust to his body penetrating hers, was enough to make him go mad, enough to make his bear roar out for more.

  Nails turned into claws, incisors lengthening to canines, and his entire body was on fire with the need to dominate her as his bear, which had Mason fighting with himself to stay human.

  When he felt her pussy become wetter, he knew he needed to pick up his speed. His strokes were languid at first, but when he peeled his eyes open and stared down at her, splayed out before him like an offering, he went faster. His balls swung beneath his cock, clapping her ass with every inch he pushed into her. Her breasts were big and full, the nipples red, tight. He wanted to draw the peaks into his mouth, suck on them until she came from that act alone. His imagination spurred him on, and he found himself pushing into her with faster, harder strokes. She didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she urged him to give her more by lifting her pelvis to meet his thrusts.

  He saw her start to close her eyes.

  “Look at me, Ryeissa. Watch me as I take you, baby.”

  When she opened her eyes and looked at him, he rewarded her obedience by moving fast once again, and reaching out, cupping one of her breasts.

  “Yes,” she moaned. And then she lifted her hand and cupped her other breast. Mason grunted from the visual pleasure of watching her tweak her nipple. He did the same to her other breast, his cock jerking inside of her.

  “I’m so close to coming, baby.” He needed to hear her cry out his name, needed to feel her pussy clench around him, milking his shaft until he got off. Throwing his hips at her harder, faster, he felt sweat make a slow trickle down his spine. He slid his hand down her belly, over her curved hips, along her mound, which was covered in a thatch of trimmed blonde curls, and ran his thumb along her swollen clit. Just that small touch had her back arching and her thighs clamping tightly around him as her orgasm claimed her.

  “God, Mason.”

  He didn’t relent on rubbing her clit or pumping his cock into her no matter how loud she screamed. In fact the sound made him go harder, faster. He groaned as his orgasm approached, and as her inner muscles clamped down on his dick as she was about to come again, too.

  “That’s it. That is so fucking it, Ryeissa.” Rubbing her clit faster and adding a little more pressure, Mason pumped his cock into her once, twice, and stilled on the third stroke as he came harder than he ever had in his life. Sweat covered his forehead, and lined the length of his spine. “Christ.” His canines elongated even further. Staring at the column of her neck, he couldn’t help but follow the path to where her throat met her shoulder.

  “Mason, your eyes,” she moaned.

  He knew he was partially shifted, knew his pupils were all black, eating up the irises and the whites of his eyes. “I need to mark you, Ryeissa. I need you to wear my mark.”

  She looked at him for a second, not breathing, not moving. Then she licked her lips and said, “Do it, Mason.”

  He lost it then. Mason leaned forward to claim this female, to claim his old lady. He opened his mouth, ran his canines over her shoulder, and then pierced her tender flesh. She dug her nails into his arms, moaning
, pulling him closer. After a few seconds he pulled back, licked the small puncture wounds, and tasted the metallic, sweet flavor of her blood on his tongue. Her hands gripped his forearms, her nails continuing to bite into his flesh and causing him to growl in approval.

  He wanted that pain and discomfort from her.

  And when her pussy clamped down on him hard, and he watched her come, a low sound left him on its own. “Yes.” Hissing under his breath, he heaved and collapsed on top of her, making sure to brace his weight on his elbows by her head so as to not crush her.

  “Mason, that was so intense.”

  He kissed her side of her head, breathing heavily. “It really fucking was.”

  They both chuckled softly.

  He pulled out of her with a groan, got off of the bed, and removed the condom. He disposed of it in the trashcan, but was lying next to her again only seconds later, not wanting to be away from her. Her eyes were closed, and this gorgeous sheen of sweat covered her. He could have stared at her all night.

  “Was I too rough?”

  She smiled and shook her head.

  “Are you sore?”

  She opened her eyes and looked over at him. “Yes, but in a good way.”

  He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her close. Silence descended on them, but it was comforting just lying here, holding her, and knowing she was right here with him. Mason lifted his hand, not being able to stop himself from running his fingers over the underside of one of the firm, soft mounds of her big breasts. He could have fucked her again easily, but she was sore, and they had all the time in the world to be together.

  She moved a little on the bed, shifting and placing her head on his chest.

  They continue to lie there, the silence stretching between them. It was a comfortable kind of stillness, though, one that made him want to wrap Ryeissa up, keep her in this moment, and never leave. That wasn’t reality, though. His life was far from perfect, was far from sedentary. She was the light to his darkness, and he never wanted to give that up.

  He held her a little tighter, ran his fingers along the dip where her waist met her hips, continued moving the digits over her outer thigh, marveling at the fact her skin was so smooth, so warm.

  “Mason?” she said his name softly.

  “Yeah, baby?” The room was still dark, but he could see as easily as if the lights were on, thanks to being a shifter.

  “The accident wasn’t an accident, obviously, since you were shot, as well.”

  He’d told her that much, but he knew this would be coming. He’d been waiting for it.

  “It wasn’t, and I went after the guys that did that to me.”

  She had her hand on his arm, her head on his chest. The silence went on for several seconds, but he knew she wasn’t done speaking yet.

  “Did you kill them?” There was no emotion in her voice, just clear curiosity and concern.

  He didn’t answer right away, but moved her out from under his arms, lay on his back, and stared at the ceiling. “What would you say if I told you I did?” He didn’t look at her after he asked the question. When she didn’t answer right away he finally turned his head and stared at her. She was looking at him, her long blonde hair tussled around her face, her cheeks red from their fucking. She looked down at the mattress for a second before lifting her gaze again and staring at him right in the eyes. He knew she couldn’t really see him because of the shadows and darkness, but she still looked right at his face, her worry clear.

  “It wouldn’t change how I feel about you, no, but knowing you might have killed someone is really … scary, Mason.”

  He rolled back toward her and gathered her into his arms.

  “I’d never hurt you.”

  She didn’t push him away, and instead clung to him as if she needed to have him close. “I know you’d never hurt me. I trust you with my life.”

  Her warm, sweet breath brushed along his chest.

  “I know why you did what you did, and I understand why you did it.” She tilted her head back and looked at his face.

  He cupped her cheeks, smoothed his thumb along her skin, and fell in love with this woman so fucking hard his chest tightened in pain.

  “I just want you to know I want to be here for you, want you to know I’m here to talk with, to help you get through anything that’s bothering you.”

  God, he fucking loved her. He leaned in and kissed her softly. Mason wasn’t about to tell her that the kind of shit in his life, the things he didn’t want her even exposed to, was what he was made of. He could try to keep her away from it, make this wall for her so she wasn’t in the crossfire, but the truth was she was in this with him now that she was his old lady.

  “I didn’t kill them, Ryeissa.” He heard her swallow, felt her fingers twitch on his body, and he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “I wanted to, believe me.”

  “What stopped you?”

  He didn’t need to think about her question. He knew the answer. “I thought about you, how I didn’t want to have to lie to you or tell you something that would ruin what we have.”

  She breathed in and out slowly.

  “I wanted to be able to move on, to start a life with you. I kept thinking about not solving anything with violence, and although that is my world, my life, at that moment I knew letting them live, letting them know that fear, would be enough vengeance.”

  “Mason,” she said his name softly.

  “I love you, Ryeissa.” He smoothed his hand over her head. “It’s fast, and I don’t expect you to feel that way for me either—”

  “I love you, Mason, I really do.” She sat up staring at him, and leaned down to kiss him.

  In that moment he didn’t think about anything but having his female right next to him. While she kissed him she reached between their bodies, grabbed his already hard cock, and started stroking him. He opened his mouth, stroked her tongue with his, and groaned deeply.

  “I love you, Mason.”

  “I fucking love you, Ryeissa.” He grabbed her around the waist, hauled her on top of him so she was straddling him, and grunted from the contact of her wet pussy on his dick.

  And when she put his cock in her body and started riding him, rising up and down over him, he could do nothing but stare up at the female that now owned him.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Baby, I don’t know about this.” Mason looked up at the two-story house in front of them. His Harley rumbled beneath him, and Ryeissa tightened her hold around his waist.

  She leaned forward and said by his ear, “You’ll be fine. I want you to meet them. But I want to warn you about my brother.”

  “That doesn’t sound good.”

  She gave him a squeeze. “It’ll be fine, but he can be a little … intense and protective. I’ve never brought a guy home to meet them, so this is a big deal.”

  “Really?” He looked over his shoulder at her.

  She smiled. “Yeah, you’re pretty special.”

  Well, damn, if that didn’t make him feel all good inside.

  He cut the engine, sat there a second, and then dismounted from the bike. He grabbed her waist and helped her off the Harley. She could have easily done it herself, he knew this, but the truth was Mason liked having his hands on her.

  In the driveway was an older looking Honda CRV, a beat-up pickup truck, and a sweet fucking Harley.

  “I see you’ve spotted Yuri’s motorcycle.”

  Mason held Ryeissa’s hand and moved toward the bike. “I didn’t know you had a Harley in your family.”

  She chuckled. “Is that something that should have been disclosed?”

  He could hear she was teasing.

  Before he could say anything the sound of the front door opening had him looking toward the porch. A guy was standing in the doorway, the light from inside illuminating him, making it clear he was a fucking beast of a human.

  “That’s my brother,” Ryeissa said with a little exasperation in her voic
e. “Don’t let him intimidate you.”

  That would have had him laughing. The guy was big, no doubt about it, but Mason was a fucking Grizzly MC Patch. He wasn’t afraid or intimidated by shit.

  Wait until you meet her folks before you say that.

  “Mom is asking for you,” Yuri said in a voice that was deep enough it rivaled a Grizzly’s. Yuri placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit the end. Even though the shadows concealed him, Mason could see him clearly, could see the lethal stare he was throwing off. This guy knew what and who Mason was, and he didn’t give a shit.

  Mason had to give him props for that.

  “Come on and let’s get this over with,” Ryeissa said on a breath, and she led the way toward the front door.

  Yuri stepped away from the entrance, moved to the side of the porch, and exhaled the smoke.

  “I thought you quit,” Ryeissa said to her brother, stopping a few feet from the door.

  “I did,” Yuri said with no emotion, his focus still on Mason.

  “Right,” Ryeissa said and moved into the house, but before Mason could follow Yuri cleared his throat.

  “So you’re Mason,” Yuri said it without phrasing it like a question.

  Mason turned and faced the male, his bear rising up at the challenge, but Mason pushed the beast down. This was not a fight, and although Mason knew Yuri was just checking him out to make sure Ryeissa was good, instinct always had Mason on alert.

  “I am.” Clearly.

  Yuri nodded, snubbed out the cigarette, and crossed his arms over his chest. “We need to have a talk.”

  Better to get this shit out of the way now. Mason didn’t respond, just stood there, respectfully, waiting for Ryeissa’s brother to give him the drill about taking care of his sister, which Mason knew this was about.

  “Yuri, what are you doing?” Ryeissa sounded shocked, and the scent of her embarrassment was thick.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Mason kept his focus on Yuri.