His strong fingers gripped the hem of her shirt and she lifted her arms as he pulled the top over her head. With another quick move, her bra fell to the floor, baring her breasts to the cool room. Not waiting for Mason, she unbuttoned her shorts and wriggled out of them, leaving her in nothing but her tiny purple panties.
And even those didn’t last long. Not when he hooked his thumbs beneath the sides and snapped the thin bits of elastic and cloth. They fluttered to the ground, another casualty of their passion.
He cupped her center, heel of his hand pressed against her sex lips and teasing her clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Coating my hand, beautiful.”
He rubbed her gently, back and forth, giving her a hint of pleasure with that nearly chaste touch. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly. She mewled and shifted against him, needing more, but he didn’t give an inch.
“I need to see this pretty pink pussy again.”
A shudder of need raced through her veins, making her tremble. “It’s yours.”
Mason figured he’d been as strong as anyone could expect when an alpha faced his naked, willing mate.
He cupped the back of her head and held her steady as he lowered his head. He crushed his lips to hers, loving the warm and swollen feel. They were plump and sensitive from sucking his cock and fuck… she’d done it well. Almost too well.
Even after days of waiting, hoping, and dreaming of being with her… He’d never wanted her more than when she smiled up at him while she had his dick in her warm, yielding mouth.
Fuck, but he’d almost come right there.
But he wasn’t about to ruin their claiming night by popping too early.
He was going to have her, claim her, and then do it all over again. He wanted everyone to know Lucy was fully and completely his.
He swept his tongue inside her mouth, swallowing her moan as they began their push and pull. The rhythmic dance they’d soon mimic with their bodies distracted her as he led her back, back, and back until her knees met the mattress. With one last nudge, he broke their kiss and watched her fall back onto the bed. Her tits bounced when she landed, hard nipples practically begging to be touched, to be sucked.
“Fuck, you’re breathtaking.” He took a moment to stare at the creamy hills and valleys of her body, amazed that she was his—that they’d spend the rest of their lives together.
He was one lucky fucker.
“Yeah?” She nibbled her lower lip. “Why don’t you come show me how you feel?”
Mason wasn’t a dumb wolf. He didn’t need to be asked twice. He placed his knee on the bed and leaned toward her, crawling across the soft surface while she wiggled away. He followed her until she reached the center of the mattress and then eased between her pale thighs. He continued to ease forward, not stopping until he could reach her hands… and pin them to the headboard. Gripping them hard enough to tell her he meant what he said, he stared her in the eyes. “Don’t move ‘em.”
A wave of her arousal, the scent of her slick pussy, reached out for him. Oh, she liked the idea, but he waited for her nod before he got to work.
Mason began his teasing at the shell of her ear. He teased the delicate skin and then moved on, searching out every tormenting spot he could imagine. The hollow beneath her ear, of course. The long line of her throat and then where her neck met her shoulder. That was a wolf’s most sensitive place—where his mating bite would go.
He licked and kissed a path down her chest, nibbling the hollow of her collarbone before he moved on. He moved on to the roundness of her full breasts. He cupped the mounds, pressing them together as he flicked one nipple and then the other with his tongue. He sucked on the pebbled peaks, taking turns as he moved from one to the other. He paused and blew a puff of cool air across her damp skin, smiling at her needy whine. He drew her into his mouth once more, scraping a fang across the nubbin, and suddenly he had two claw-tipped hands buried in his hair.
Mason released her nipple with a soft pop, the cherry tip urging him to return and tease her a little more, but not quite yet. “If you move your hands, I stop. Do you want me to stop?”
Her hands disappeared in an instant, returning to the headboard without hesitation. “Don’t you dare.”
“Consider yourself warned then, beautiful.”
He released her breasts and moved lower, down her soft stomach until he reached the apex of her sex. He breathed deeply, drawing in the heady scent of her arousal. His mouth watered and what he wouldn’t give to taste her again. To spend hours lapping at her pussy. But his impatient mate didn’t seem to want his mouth on her cunt. No, when he nuzzled the soft curls covering her sex, she rolled her hips and released a low growl. One that surged straight to his aching cock.
“Need you, Mason. Claim me. Mate me. Just…” she whined. “I need you inside me.”
“Yeah?” he whispered and took his time, wanting to tease her a little more. He dipped a finger between her silky folds and groaned at the heated wetness he found. So fucking wet. Her pussy was all hot and wanting, her slickness just begging for him to sink into it with his throbbing dick. “You ready for me?”
“Yes,” she hissed and trembled.
Mason brought his wet finger to his mouth and licked her sweet cream off, taking his time and savoring every drop. Once he swallowed the last morsel, he pushed up to kneel on the bed between her legs. Dick bobbing between them, he wrapped his hands around her thighs and tugged her down the bed, pulling her against him and spreading her wide.
He gripped his dick, squeezing his shaft at the base to hold off his orgasm. Seeing that pretty pink pussy all flushed and wet for him… damn.
He eased forward and rubbed the tip of his shaft along her slit, shuddering with that initial touch. He rubbed the spongy head over her clit, smiling when she arched her back and put her tits on perfect display. So beautiful. So sensual.
He lowered his cock, easing down to tease her opening. Her core kissed the tip of his dick, as if silently begging him to sink inside her. He eased in an inch and then retreated, a shallow penetration that tormented them both. Just a little. Just enough to drive them mad with need.
Lucy whimpered. “Don’t tease. Don’t tease. Please.”
Mason didn’t wait for her to ask again. He took hold of her wide hips and slid into her waiting warmth, sliding inch after inch into her silken sheath. She rippled around him, her body calling on his release even before he’d filled her completely.
Then he moved. Moved and wondered how the hell he’d ever touched another woman. This… With Lucy… Fuck, he didn’t have the words to describe the bliss of her touch. This was more than just sex. This was… She was so wet, so tight, so hot and delicious. He fought against his release, clung to his sanity by a thread. He’d damned near come on his first thrust and he wasn’t ready. He wanted her to linger on the cusp with him.
Mason slid out of her and then thrust forward once more, slamming their hips together and shaking the bed. It banged against the wall, a counterpoint to his thrusts. He repeated the motion—retreat and then slam home again. With every thrust her pussy clenched, milking his length as he filled her. Filled her over and over.
Their hips met over and again, the slapping of their flesh the only other sound to accompany their panting breath. That and his sweet Lucy’s pleas.
“Mason,” she panted. “Mason.”
“Lucy,” he murmured in return. Repeating her name was the one thing that kept him from getting utterly lost in her. “Lucy.” He pounded her core. “Lucy.” He picked up the pace. “Lucy.” Sweat dripped down his spine.
Pleasure sang through his veins, coasting along his nerves and setting each one alight. The ecstasy snatched away all hints of control he might have had once upon a time. But being inside Lucy, claiming her body, destroyed any hint of what remained.