“Relax for me,” he encouraged softly. “I’ll take care of you; I’ll be slow.”
And yet I was hungry for him now—hungry for that swift, single entering, so he would finally be seated in me properly. So I clenched my thighs tighter, pulling him into me. Mason’s cock pushed inside, entering me. The stretch, despite already having three of his fingers, felt different from how he’d been inside me only moments ago. This was more intense, more demanding, and I felt how he twitched within me.
“Fuck,” he groaned. Mason’s forehead pressed to mine. I didn’t know if he felt it, but it was like this moment, this joining, took us right back to seven years ago. Before my ostracization, before I knew how deep the pack’s rejection of me went, and even before Cassie. Before White Bay, and demons. Before all that, it had been Mason and me, hidden away in a cave, letting something become of those passing, flirtatious comments.
“I’ve waited for this,” Mason told me quietly, sliding in so painstakingly slow that I almost begged for him. My walls tightened, and I fought to keep my breathing steady, to pace myself, to not rush us. But I clenched around him, as if silently pleading to never be apart. “Every damn day you were gone, I waited for you. Forthis.”
“Mason, please,” I moaned softly. My fingernails had a death grip on his shoulders, and the muscles tensed hard beneath his skin. I knew I could try to rip him apart like this, let out the rejected wolf inside—take my revenge with teeth and claws and sex, and he would have it all.
“Please what?” he teased, letting me adjust to his sheer size. My breath hitched.
“Please—” I met his gaze, and my stomach swooped, curling into him, into the desire that crested and built between us. “Please… please fuck me.”
“Was it so hard to ask?” The purr came pressed to my neck, and I felt the swipe of his tongue. I whimpered, clinging to him harder. I had forgotten how crazy this man made me. For seven years, I had buried my desire for him. Beneath me, I fisted my hands in the pile of clothing and realized just how strongly his scent surrounded me. Either from his clothing or Mason himself.
“Yes,” I finally answered, letting out a huff of a laugh.
Mason growled and slid out of me, and I felt every inch of him leaving me. I gasped at the sudden emptiness—only to keen loudly when he slammed back in. Mason pulled one of my hands from his shoulder and linked his fingers through mine. He brought my knuckles to his mouth, kissing them, before he pinned my hand above my head. Nosing down my inner arm, Mason groaned.
“I’m not going to last long with you all laid out for me like this,” he told me.
“Then don’t,” I gasped, as he began a steady rhythm, thrusting into me with abandon. My body shivered, shuddering with pleasure as he carved a place inside me for himself.
“Shit, you’re so tight.” His voice was a broken snarl. Braced over me, his body was poised to take and take, and I only ever wanted to give and give. His hips snapped, fucking me so hard I swore I moved along the cave floor. I was tumbling, free-falling into pleasure, and something told me I would be caught.
I gazed up at him, my body and thoughts reeling at his sheer presence. The alpha.Myalpha.
The claim rang through me, tightening my core.
I curled my fingers around his, trying to lift my hips to get more. “Faster,” I gasped. “I’m—I’m close.”
“Come with me.” Mason’s teeth were bared, and I yanked him down, the kiss immediately messy.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Mason—oh, God, I can’t, I can’t—”
My impending orgasm built in me, and I thought it would destroy me if it burst. I was nearing that place and knew I would crash. I didn’t care. I’d burn, crash, shatter into a thousand pieces, if only he were there, doing the very same. And looking into his eyes, I knew he would. He slowed for a moment, not looking away for a single second, as he pulled out and slammed into me. The thrusts were pointed and hard enough for the breath to be knocked out of me.
I fought against his hold on my wrists, and I knew I couldn’t properly overpower him, but he let me break the hold. My fingernails bit into his back, and I clung onto him, grounded and tethered. My alpha, nestled inside me, right where he belonged. Mason’s hand dropped between my legs, thumbing over that place of utter sensitivity and nerves, and I shrieked. My nails dragged over his back. I was spinning—reeling, falling, and a scream tore free from my throat as Mason pistoned his hips, faster and faster, so hard that I felt him everywhere. My stomach, my throat, my heart.
And then my climax roared through me, and I felt myselfgush, a spill of arousal coming out of me as soon as Mason pulled out. He continued toying with that bundle of nerves until I was gasping, twitching, and yet I did not plead with him tostop. Not when I had craved him—cravedthis, for too long. I never wanted it to stop.
His cock continued to thrust into me as he grunted through, chasing his own orgasm. When he went to pull out, I clamped my legs around him once again, pinning him to me.
“God,God, Bryce—”
His moan was choked out as he finally spilled his climax, and I busied myself with kissing over his shoulder, nosing along his neck, delighting in the stronger scent emanating from him. Sweat, and come, and something soMasonthat I had missed.
Slowly, he pulled out, keeping his eyes on me. Groaning, more in exertion than pleasure now, he slumped next to me. In the post-haze, my doubts suddenly rushed in, and I quickly reached for my discarded sweatshirt, but Mason put out an arm to stop me.
“Don’t,” he said quietly. “Let me… let me just lie with you like this.”
There was something softly intimate in his request, and I realized he was opening his arms not to stop me from moving but to invite me into his side.
My hands trembled with anxiety as I nodded. “It's a good thing its not cold,” I teased, trying to dispel my nerves at lying naked. It was strange how sex had let me forget my worries in the heat of it, but lying naked with him like this felt more exposing than anything.
“If it was, I’d hunt something and make you a blanket.”
The words came firmly, almost too serious for me to laugh at, until I turned, finding Mason’s eyes on me. It unnerved me, the openness and honesty in them; those guarded walls dropped. No pretenses, no adhering to whatever anyone toldhim to do, or be. This was just him—this was the man whocouldbe Cassie’s father.
