“Argue all you like,” Mason said, crossing his bulging arms over his barrel chest with an air of finality, “but this is my house and my rules.”
Lucy glared up at him, tingles of frustration and anticipation skittering across her skin. “In the human world, married couples share ownership of all their belongings. Is it the same in wolf packs?”
He simply smirked, and one eyebrow shot up in challenge. Lucy glanced into the box to make sure Ghosty and her babies were settled. Then she grabbed a fistful of Mason’s smoky sweatshirt, pulling him along.
“Where are you taking me?” he said with a chuckle, as if he didn’t know.
She shot him a smirk over her shoulder without losing a step. “Well, I have to claim my half of this house, don’t I?”
Mason laughed, not fighting as she dragged him up the stairs to their bedroom.
With every step her heart pounded a hint faster, her blood racing through her veins and making her head swim. She drew in a lungful of air, catching the scent of his growing desire. It only thickened as they reached the hallway, and her own wanting swam in the air around them.
Lucy took a deep breath, willing herself to focus on the now, on every kiss, lick, and tease. On the hard plane of his muscles and the way he looked at her. He stared at her as if the entire world could burn down around them and he didn’t give a damn.
But it wasn’t enough for her. The small details, the things to be savored and cherished? Those were for another time. A time when her curiosity had long been satisfied. When she finally knew what waited for her in those tight, dark jeans of his. When she knew what it felt like to have him hard and deep inside her pussy.
Another handful of steps and they reached their destination, bedroom door standing wide for them. She hauled him in and practically slammed the door shut before spinning to grab the hem of his shirt.
He laughed. “I can do it myself.”
“Not a chance,” she countered and yanked on the shirt, whipping it over his head. He flashed her a grin that had her panties growing even wetter and moved to help her with her own. Not happening. She shook her head.
“Hell no.” She returned his grin. “You tortured me. It’s my turn to return the favor.” And she couldn’t wait to unwrap her present.
She pressed to her tiptoes and sought his neck, kissing the cords of his throat while she rested her palms on the hard muscles of his tanned abs. She gripped his toned waist, letting the warmth of his body pour into her as she continued her travels. She kissed him lower, tongue flicking out to lap at his heated skin. Her lips teased his dusting of chest hair and then lower still, to his stomach and belly button. Which led to… that patch of hair that beckoned her to dip beneath the waistline of his jeans.
So close to his cock, his scent surrounded her, urging her to take more. To drink in his flavors and revel in the passion they could share. Her mouth watered and she settled on her knees as she reached for the button on his pants. She flicked the closure, fingers going to the zipper and dragging it down slowly. A low, oh-so-sexy growl slipped past his lips and she turned her attention to Mason. Those eyes flickered amber, his beast dancing right on the edge of her mate’s control. His hands remained fisted at his sides, white knuckles revealing how hard he fought to restrain himself.
She wanted to break that restraint.
She grinned, offering him a teasing smile, before she grasped his jeans and boxers both. With a tug she dragged them down his thighs, freeing his hard cock from its tight confines.
She licked her lips, eyeing the small droplet lingering on the tip of his dick. She could hardly tear her eyes away, entranced by his hardness. Mason was more than she could ever have imagined—thick, long, and so fucking hard for her. Her pussy clenched and her clit twitched, body preparing for his intimate possession.
But first, a taste…
She grasped his length, fingers wrapping around his hardness. Like silk over steel, he was warm against her palm, shaft throbbing in time with his pulse. She leaned forward, drawing in the air around them and memorizing his heated scent. She parted her lips, tongue creeping out to flick against the sensitive head of his cock. A sweet saltiness burst across her taste buds and she couldn’t suppress the groan that flowed from her chest. A groan that Mason matched while his hips jerked.
“You’re going to kill me,” he rasped.
Lucy flashed him a wicked smirk and a wink. Then she focused on her task—driving Mason wild. She opened her mouth wide and took the head of his dick into her mouth, moaning with the explosion of flavors. She slid down his shaft and then back up again, taking him slow and deep before pulling away to press a soft kiss to the tip. “I can stop if you want.”
“Not on your life,” he growled then, his fingers going to her hair and fisting her strands. Holding her but not forcing her to move. No, he left the teasing up to her. She licked his shaft, tongue dancing over his length as she took him deeper and deeper still. She swallowed more of him—as much as she could—until he touched the back of her throat.
But it wasn’t enough. There was still so much more of him.
She worked his length with her hand, palm gliding over his shaft while she teased his balls with her other hand. She moved up and down, humming in the hopes of sending the sweet vibration thrumming through his system.
And based on the way he gripped her hair harder and pulled her closer? He liked every bit of it.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he ground out, his wolf adding a rumble to his words. “At least let me see you.”
She smiled around his rigid cock and flicked her eyes at him. Not releasing her prize, she gave a gentle shake of her head.
That rolling growl turned into a snarl, shocking her motionless.
“That’s it,” he snarled and gently tugged on her hair as he shifted his hips away from her mouth. He slipped past her lips with an audible pop and then encouraged her to stand. He kept up the pressure on her hair, forcing her to tip her head back and meet his stare. “I’m done waiting, Lucy. I want to fuck you so hard neither of us can move. I’m going to pound this sweet little pussy and coat you in my scent. And I’m gonna do it now. Do you understand me?”
She offered him a teasing smile, his rough tugs and erotic words arousing her even more. They made her want. Made her need. “I dunno. Can you be more specific?”
Mason released her hair and kicked off his jeans before taking a step toward her. And then another. And another. Her muscular alpha in all his naked glory. He crowded her with his bulky frame, steering her where he wanted her to go. “You want specifics?” His tone sent a shiver down her spine. “How about I rip off your clothes, pin you to the headboard, and then push my cock into that sweet, sweet pussy over and over again until you can’t do anything but scream my name?”
Lucy’s mouth went dry and her pussy clenched. “That’s very specific.”
And sounded so damn fun.
“Damn right it is. I haven’t been able to think of anything but being inside you since I caught your scent. Now, are you going to be good or do I need to redden that sweet ass of yours?” Another step closer. “I’ll bend you over that bed and paddle your ass until it’s red and hot and then I’ll fuck you deep.”
It was very, very tempting to be very, very bad. She licked her lips, unable to decide between an erotic spanking and feeling Mason inside her as soon as possible.
He cupped her cheek and rubbed the pad of his thumb across her swollen lips. “I used to think this mouth wasn’t good for anything but talking back.”
“And now?”
“Now that I’ve seen these lips wrapped around my cock?” He growled. “There are no words for that, beautiful.”