by Milly Taiden
“Mason,” she said a lot huskier than she expected her voice to be. “I...”
She what? She’d been ignoring him lately. Her dislike for the pressure of a relationship was getting on her nerves. She wasn’t ready for talks of mating and so she was being a bitch and ignoring his animal side. The side that needed to mate and claim his woman. She wasn’t known for being soft-spoken or nice. Emma had grown up with a father who’d been strict military and he’d taught her never to give in to anyone’s demands. But was that realistic? Mason had been so thoughtful with her. He hadn’t really pushed and instead gave her the space she needed when it came to them.
She inhaled and let her shoulders drop. Maybe she should break things off with him. No! Her mind immediately screamed the word, stopping any thoughts of cutting ties with the wolf.
With a soft sigh, she stood and took another sip of wine before placing her glass down on a dresser. The lights of the candles gave his naturally pale skin a golden glow. Unlike Emma’s dark chocolate skin, Mason’s skin was pale as cream and baby smooth. She loved touching him. Being that close to him only brought out the urge to glide her fingers down his back, feeling his muscles shift under her palms.
She licked the wine off her lips and lifted a hand to touch his back. Lord, he was so damn hot. How could she consider staying away from him for even a second? Mason was the only man she wanted. And while she argued with her inability to commit daily, she didn’t want what they had to end. Ever.
She opened her mouth to speak but he turned around on her so fast she only got a glimpse of the bright gold rim around his usually gorgeous brown eyes.
“Stop it,” he ordered roughly.
He pulled her into his arms and brought his lips down over hers. The instant heat explosion sent warmth careening through her limbs. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and rubbed over hers with an aggression she wasn’t used to in Mason. Mason was strong. Bold. Sexy. The flirt she’d come to love in the years she’d been Ellie’s friend. This was new in him. There was power and command in his touch. His kiss was like a brand from her lips scorching down her veins. There was a flurry of movement. She was on her back on his bed. His lips were still on hers, owning her. She groaned, widening her legs and curling them over his powerful thighs. His erection pressed at the center of her heat.
Her body craved his touch. He lifted her hands above her head and rocked his hips into hers. She gasped into the ravenous kiss. Her panties were soaked with her need. He did that to her every time. No matter how often they had sex, he’d always made her wet with a kiss of a slow touch.
White-hot need took hold of her. Another twirl with his tongue over hers and then he bit on her lip. She moaned, sucking his tongue and urging him to continue his sweet torture. Something wound around her wrists. Her eyes jerked open and she stared into bright golden eyes. He pulled away from her lips, all the while licking his own as if he’d just tasted something delicious.
A panty-dropping smile curled his sinful lips. “Don’t move.”
She frowned and glanced up. He’d slipped her hands into ties that looped around her wrists and bound her to the bed posts. She met his smiling gaze and frowned. “What are you doing?”
He lifted a hand and she watched as his normally long fingers turned into sharp claws. He brought the claws down on her tank top, curling them on the thin material and tugging.
Rrrrip
He sliced through the top, cutting through the center of her bra as well. Her nipples puckered tight at the caress of warm air that hit them as the bra fell to the sides.
A soft moan left her lips. “Mason...”
“Shhh. If you only knew how fucking perfect you look right now.”
The rough sound of his voice sent lust from her nipples down to her clit. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, laving the little tip with his tongue. Her body heated and tension immediately coiled in her core. She groaned. Christ he was good at that. The way he flicked his tongue back and forth made her pussy slick with need.
He cupped her breasts with his hands, tweaking and fondling her. “I love to hear you moaning when I touch you.”
A gasp rushed up her throat. Lord have mercy. His touch sent tiny explosions down to her pussy. Her insides throbbed with the need to be filled.
“Mason, please. I need you inside me,” she begged, tugging at the ties.
He kissed his way down her belly. At one point she worried over how he saw her. Was she too fat with her belly rolls and too wide hips? But the way he groaned, kissing and nibbling down her body told her all she needed to know. He liked it. If his growling wasn’t enough, he was a vocal lover.
“Spread your legs for me, beautiful,” he murmured. “Let me take a peek at your wet pussy and that sexy ass.”
Yeah. Vocal. She opened her large thighs wide, loving the heated look he gave her pussy. She’d lost shyness the first time he’d licked her pussy and said he was addicted to her taste.
He pressed an open mouth kiss on her waxed mound and nibbled on her flesh. She wiggled on the bed. Her need for him shot up to the stratosphere. He draped her thighs over his shoulders and lowered his head between her legs. Not being able to hold him only increased her arousal. He licked her all over, dipping his tongue into her ass and biting on her cheek.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good. I can lick your sweetness all night.” He growled, the vibration shooting sparks of pleasure through her blood.
She lifted her ass a little, looking for him to shove his sinful tongue into her channel. Christ, she loved it when he did that. It felt fucking amazing to have him fucking her with his tongue.
As if he’d read her mind, he thrust his tongue into her, licking and suckling at her folds.
A short, husky scream rolled off her lips. “Oh, God...”
There wasn’t need to wait long. Mason pressed his nose on her clit at the same time he fucked her with his tongue. He drove in and out of her with quick drives and shook his head to add tension to his nose rubbing her clit.
She gripped the ties holding her hands hostage and gasped. Her legs shook as the beginning of her orgasm shot through her. Her belly quivered, her pussy grasped at his tongue. Oxygen pounded hard in her chest. She gasped on a moan, feeling her body unravel so fast she saw stars.
The tension inside her broke. A wave of pleasure sent moisture down her channel. She hadn’t realized she’d shut her eyes, but when she opened them, he was gripping his cock between her legs.
She loved looking at him naked. He was so fucking hot. Oh, mother of vibrators was he sexy. “Mason, let me touch you.”
His lips twisted in a delightful grin. “Not until I’ve had my fill.”
“Then fuck me already,” she ordered. “I’m dying here.”
He chuckled and fingered her pussy, pushing a digit deep into her. She flexed her vaginal muscles around his finger, gripping him tight.
“Fuck! You’re soaked. And ready.”
Hell yes. She was beyond ready. “I need you.”
She bit her lip as the head of his cock pressed into her. “Ah. Emma. Sliding into you always feels like home.”
Hell, he said the most romantic things. With a slow thrust, he pushed further in, until he was buried in her, balls deep. He lifted her legs to face straight up on his chest with her feet by either side of his face. He pulled back and thrusted. The position made her feel like he was so deep inside her it almost hurt.
He drove in harder. She gasped at the feeling of fullness and then the growing pleasure from every drive. Her legs started to feel shaky. He moved her legs to his sides and dropped over her, pushing deeper into her pussy.
“Your pussy’s so hot.” He growled. He panted another groan and continued pushing in and out of her. Deeper. Harder. “Squeeze my cock with your pussy, Emma.”
She tried to catch her breath but couldn’t her body wound quickly in the search of another orgasm. “Don’t stop.”
“I can’t stop. Not until you’re coming on my dick.
Sucking me off with your pussy.” He nibbled one of her nipples into his mouth and bit down. Her pussy fluttered around his driving shaft. “Fucking perfect. I never get enough of you,” he grunted. “I want to fuck you all night and fill you with cum.”
Emma gasped. Her body ready to dive off another cliff. Mason plunged hard into her, biting her neck as he did. The bite and hard thrust sent her soaring. She screamed, calling out his name as she came.
His body bucked. His cock throbbed inside her as he filled her with his cum. He didn’t stop there. He pulled out and milked his cock over her belly, shooting streams of semen over her skin.
“God, Mason,” she croaked, dry-mouthed. “I’m all dirty.”
He met her gaze, the gold in his eyes bright with his wolf power. “I know.” He caressed his cum on her belly. “I like you like this. Covered in my scent from the inside.”
With one hand he played with her clit and used the other to spread his cum over her belly and up to her tits. “Mason...”
Crap. He continued fondling her pussy and her desire grew anew.
“I want my scent all over you,” he growled, smoothing his hand over her belly. “I want to smell myself on you and nothing else.” He licked his lips. “Your pussy filled with my cum. Your skin coated with my seed. Your belly growing my offspring.” He lowered to kiss her, nibbling on her lips with a renewed roughness she hadn’t expected. “I want you every fucking way possible.” He pressed her clit and she groaned. “I want your pussy. Your ass. That sexy fucking mouth. I want it all.”
He’d take it too, because she’d let him. Mason could have her and she’d never argue. He was the only man she’d allow to do whatever he wanted with her body. The deepness of her emotions for Mason scared her. But the sex between them was explosive.
“Fuck me again, Mason.”
His eyes glowed brighter. “I planned to.”
THREE
Emma waited until Kelsie, one of her students’ older siblings, distracted the guy at the entrance. While Kelsie did that, Kelsie’s friend Jana would slip by the guard and enter the club unnoticed. Then Jana would open one of the back doors and let Emma in. The shit she had to do to get into The Horny Wolfe was unreal. All because Mason didn’t want her in there. He didn’t understand that there was something weird going on in Blue Creek. She was lucky it was teen and college student night at Mason’s club and she could use the girls to get her inside. Otherwise, she’d have to have gone to Nic or Ellie for some help.
Emma’s student told Emma that her seventeen year old sister had been acting strange the past few weeks before she finally disappeared. If Emma wanted info, she had to talk to the bartender. Jordan had told her once that the bartender was a different kind of supernatural. Emma had never forgotten and knew now was her chance to see if she could get the bartender’s help. Whatever the bartender’s power was, she might be able to tell Emma where Maria had disappeared to.
She tried not to think of Mason, or their recent trip to Vegas. He’d shown up and gotten her off the table she’d been dancing on only to take her back to her room and break the bed while they had sex. Figured she’d be the one to get the worst of the bunch. There wasn’t time right now for her to think of Mason. Or how hot he was with his new spiky cut. Nope. No time for her to wonder if he’d come by later and rock her world.
It felt like forever before the grimy back door swung open and Jana’s long blonde hair peeked out from inside. The lights flashed inside the club and the noises of music pulsing and people dancing told her it was a packed night.
“Come on, before someone catches us,” Emma rushed inside and turned to Kelsie and Jana. “I’m going to go speak to the bartender. You two stay here and make sure you use the headset to let me know if you see Mason.”
Kelsie grinned, her features bright with enthusiasm in the dark club. “He’s the hot one you’re going out with, isn’t he, Ms. Emma?”
She sniffed and raised a brow. “Going out is such a strong word.”
“He’s her friend with benefits,” Jana added with a giggle. “I’d take him over any of the boys in my school,” she sighed.
For two fifteen year old, these girls knew a good catch when they saw him. Mason Wolfe was the epitome of tall, sexy and wild. Though he dressed in black jeans and Tees, he looked very much an Alpha. She knew that honor belonged to Aric, but Mason wasn’t anywhere behind in the looks, attitude, and willingness to show his dominance. At least to her. Jerk.
If he weren’t such a bully and stopped trying to tell her what to do, she might consider his offer to be his mate. But he’d gone ahead and marked her before any of the others had her friends. She knew they’d used the scenting ceremony as a way to round up their women and put their claim on them. Had Mason done that? No. He’d shown up to her house one day, walked in, threw her against the door and proceeded to fuck her senseless. But that wasn’t all. He’d also marked her that night. She’d denied his claim on her ever since. What fun was it to agree to his constant mine claim if he wasn’t willing to see her as an independent woman?
She rolled her eyes and left the giggling teenagers behind, bypassing swaying bodies, gyrating to the beat of the music. She squinted against the flashing lights and did a quick scan of the club. No sign of Mason. Thank goodness. She’d known he’d gone to deal with some rogues that were causing trouble at Aric’s place. With him and Jordan gone for a few days, it fell on the other Wolfe men to take care of the issues going on with the pack.
Emma squeezed her way between couples. Geez. She knew she was a big girl, but damn she had never felt it like she did at that moment. There was so little room to move around. She almost had the urge to drop to the floor and crawl between people’s feet. She snorted. She might move faster then, though.
By the time she reached the bar, she was sweaty, sticky and she sworn that at least two people had groped her ass, one being a really hot college girl.
“You know, you shouldn’t be here,” said the female bartender.
She’d seen the bartender a few times whenever she’d snuck into the Horny Wolfe. Short with spiky colorful hair and eyes that glowed a bright green, the bartender shook her head as she refilled beer mugs.
“I’m looking for one of my students.”
She glanced up from the beer tap and blinked her big eyes at Emma. Jesus. She’d never met anyone, aside from her father, who made her feel like they could see through her lies.
“No you’re not.”
Great. Apparently she did see through her lies. “Okay, she’s not necessarily my student, but she’s related to one of my students.”
The bartender filled a few more beer mugs and a waitress shoved Emma to the side trying to reach the tray of drinks. Emma hissed and shoved the other woman right back, daring her with a glare to try it again.
She turned back to the bartender and caught her smiling. “You are definitely a troublemaker, aren’t you?”
“No. I’m just trying to find a missing teenager since nobody seems to think it strange that she’s missing. Anyway, what’s your name?”
She’d visited the club more times than she could count, and not once had she gotten the other woman’s name.
“Lael.”
What a pretty name. “Nice to meet you Lael,” she swayed from the pushing bodies. “I’m Emma. Look, I know it sounds weird, but I need to find out where this girl could have gone.”
Lael mixed a drink and put it in front of Emma. “Drink. It will look strange if you just stand there and don’t have anything in your hands.”
Emma glanced around. Sure enough, a few of the security guards eyed the bar area, frowning at her. Dammit. She hoped her wig was a good enough disguise. Not like she could do anything about her body. She’d toned down her sexy outfits in order to appear more conspicuous. Maybe tight jeans, boots and a torn up T-shirt that read lick me across her chest were not as toned down as she’d have liked, but she was still hot, darn it.
She picked up the drink with a sweaty han
d and gulped the combination of vodka and fruit juices down. The coolness from the drink tamped down some of her nerves and the incessant heat from the lights.
“Jesus. I guess I needed that,” she grumbled and placed the half empty glass down. She wiped a napkin over her brow and above her lip. It was getting claustrophobic in there. “So what do you know, Lael?”
Lael’s eyes brightened to an emerald green before slowly dimming again. “That girl is a lost cause.”
Emma’s heart skipped a beat. She leaned forward and grabbed Lael’s hand, keeping her from refilling another beer mug. “Tell me what to do. Where is she?”
Lael shook her head, jerking out of Emma’s hold. “I don’t know where she is. But she’s been to Embraced. Once you go there, there is no turning back.”
Embraced. She’d heard of the place. It was a weird rave-style club that nobody supposedly knew where it was located. Apparently you needed some kind of special invitation. So how in the world did Maria get in there? Nobody knew anything about the club other than kids were fans of trying to get in there. They thought vampires liked to be there but she wasn’t sure. One of the stories floating around was that vampires went there looking for donors. Was it a vampire club or a fake rave club with people who wanted to be vamps? She didn’t know which. Of all the stupid, idiotic things, she’d never heard one more ridiculous than that one. Vampires asking for blood donations. Right.
“So who do I ask about it? You have to give me something here, Lael.” She begged. “Kids are disappearing. I need to know. I have to stop it.”
Lael frowned, her gaze moving over Emma’s shoulder quickly before returning to her face. “Find Aria Valderi. If you can get to her, you might be able to get more information than what I can give you.”
Who the hell was Aria Valderi? “Do you know if the vamps are here because of the problems with the Rahound pack?”
Caleb and the other Wolfes were now all actively looking for ways to get rid of Caleb’s uncle, Rocco. He was currently the acting Alpha of the Rahound pack but Caleb was the rightful Alpha and was working from outside to get his pack back.