But his being so possessive of me was fucking addictive.
Mason made me declare I was his over and over again before he used magic to make me orgasm while fucking me roughly. I loved it. Beyond fucking loved it.
He finished deep inside of me, grunting that I was owned and his, claimed in all the ways that mattered before turning me over and repeating it all. He’d stop if I wasn’t loud enough agreeing or begging him to make me his. He’d just fucking pull out of me and rub his cock over my ass, giving me a few light smacks until I regained my breath and would say my body was his.
It was beyond exciting and such demanding play that I couldn’t believe I was into it given how I ran from commitment. Ran from being chained down and afraid of what it all meant.
Part of it was because I knew it was play and he would never cage me like so many others had. Another part was knowing he was normally the same and we were trying to work on being better as much as healing each other.
And part of it was we just fit. I’d never met someone who I just felt like I clicked with and had known for decades instead ofmonths. I wasn’t sure of my full feelings for Mason, but I knew my life was better with him in it and I would be willing to do a lot to keep him at my side.
Embracing his dark side and playing like this now and again when I also enjoyed it was more than worth it. Yeah, fine, be possessive. Say you owned me. Say it all. Make me say it.
Just want me that much and fight to be with me. He was fighting his proverbial demons to try and have something real with me.
That was better than all of the adult toys ever invented and I’d played with.
I thought we were done when he finished inside of me. Mason carried me to the bathroom and cleaned me up, but then that smirk came back. I saw a glimpse of it in the mirror and realized he’d promised to have me in every way.
Right. Of course.
Which was how we ended up in the shower and he fucked my ass twice.
“Hey, we’re okay,” I whispered when it was over and I felt his desire to turn away. He was embarrassed he’d lost control, but I used what little strength I had left and latched onto him. “Don’t turn from me. Let mein, Mason.”
“I won’t ever turn away from you. I just need a minute to breathe.”
“Breathe with me after what we shared just like I do with you,” I… Begged? Yeah, it felt like begging. I probably should have given him the space, but it was so difficult for me that I let him see that side of me, shared so much of myself with him, and then he wouldn’t do the same.
“I know,” he breathed as he held me tighter. “I know it hurts you too much. I’m sorry.” His strong arms encircled me, and I felt warmer somehow.
Mason gave me soft, reassuring kisses as he showered both of us and took care of me. I let him and soaked up the tenderness knowing he was trying.
But also before I had to go back into the madness of murder and the darkness of evil. Granted, I hadn’t really left it focusing on being a councilwoman and organizing demons… And the German government.
Murder and the worst tendencies of people were a different level of evil.
Thenagain, was killing someone really worse than holding them prisoner and using them in unspeakable ways and not seeing them as a true person?
“Muffin, if you don’t stop, my mind is going to spin out,” he muttered as he dried me off. “Seriously, your aura is…”
I winced as he set me on the counter and went for his glasses. Most used glasses to see better. For Mason, they more blocked him from seeing too much. Yes, they corrected his vision for the computer in a way I couldn’t really understand. They more focused him?
I wasn’t really sure, but I didn’t think even other magics would understand it.
I just felt bad thatIcould overwhelm him like that. “Sorry.”
He chuckled and came back with his glasses on, giving me a soft kiss as his sexy, wet curls tickled my face. “No reason to be sorry. I just—you spend so much energy arguing with yourself or really overthinking things you can’t ever get the answers to that it’s exhausting.”
I didn’t take it as criticism because he did the same. We recognized our own on that.
“Are you mad at me?” I clarified when I felt he was confused. “For pushing you.”
“No.” His response was instant and firm. “No, I want you to be honest with me and call me out when I—I ask you not runfrom me and give me what I need. You shouldalwaysfeel safe to do the same. Thank you for telling me not to turn from you—that I’m safe with you. Truly.”
“Okay, good.” I accepted the hug he gave, glad it was okay.
But it didn’t really feel resolved? Like he was still struggling with it all? I guess that really didn’t change or couldn’t be fixed just because we’d dabbled in his darkness.
