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“I’d rather curl up in bed,” he said, allowing the rush of lust and arousal he was feeling to flow down the link.
“First-aid and food first. Then we can have sex.”
“Just what every super spy-shifter wants to hear: first-aid, food and fucking. The perfect ending to a less than perfect op.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Emery purred. “We got the information; we found each other; we thwarted the bad guys and it looks like we got away with it.”
“I like how you think, Doc,” he chuckled.
Mason turned on the oven and put the shepherd’s pie in to heat. Emery patted one of the bar stools and Mason sat down allowing her to draw the sweatshirt over his head. She reached for the first-aid kit and he stopped her.
“No way. If I have to go bare-chested, so do you.” Emery groaned and rolled her eyes. Mason sat back. “I’m waiting.”
She shook her head and began to do as he asked, removing her blouse and her bra so that she was standing clad in clothes only covering her lower half.
“And to think I thought my visions of you were not going to prove to be accurate.” She started to step back, and he fisted her blonde hair. “They so lacked detail and pale in comparison to the real thing.” He drew her back to stand between his knees. “Any chance I can get you naked before we start?”
“I thought you wanted a slutty nurse uniform.”
He grinned. “I’m flexible; I can improvise.”
Laughing, she removed the rest of her clothes and stood before him in the way nature had intended her. She was nothing short of glorious. His cock throbbed against his fly. Her hand reached for the waistband of his jeans. He took it in his and raised it to his lips, bestowing a kiss on her fingers.
“It would be best if they stay on until we move to bed. I can’t speak to my ability to resist you if my cock is set free.”
“Only because I think you’ll be easier to handle while I get that wound tended, which is more than just a scratch, and get you fed,” she laughed and proceeded to clean his wound as all the while he palmed and cupped her breasts, gently tugging and playing with her nipples that seemed to draw themselves into the tightest peaks. “This is so not fair.”
“I’ll make you a deal: when we get back to Alaska and I know we are absolutely secure, you can tie me to the bed and have your way with me.”
“Ooh, now there’s something to look forward to.”
Mason laughed. Once she had declared him fit to move forward to the feeding stage, the shepherd’s pie was ready, and they heaped out some on one large plate. They moved to the couch where he pulled her into his lap, and she proceeded to see them both fed. It felt good just to hold her and breathe in her scent.
When they were finished, Mason began to kiss her as he stood with her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Once there, he pulled back the covers and laid her on the sheets and then crawled up onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs with his mouth poised over her sex. He kissed her swollen labia and nuzzled her clit, allowing his tongue to slip out and swirl all around it before giving it just the barest edge of his teeth. Emery gasped and her body arched up.
He could smell her arousal. She was ripe and ready for him; a succulent fruit that he planned to devour until he drove her into a frenzy. Then he would mount her and claim her. If he’d been a more prudent man, he would have waited until they were at Windsong, but neither he nor any cave lion he’d ever known had ever been accused of being prudent or patient.
Mason began to trace the line from her clit to her slit as she moaned and writhed. Good. She was as hungry for him as he was for her. He settled his mouth over the opening of her core and began to penetrate her with his tongue, rolling it up to spear her pussy before flattening it out to let it coat his tongue as he supped her honey. She tasted of wildflowers with just a hint of vanilla. He continued to feast as her hips began to undulate and she stiffened, crying out his name, her body shaking before it relaxed and she fell into his hands.
Mason purred to her as he moved off the bed, stripping out of his jeans. Lying beside her, he pulled her beneath him flipping her onto her belly before rolling between her thighs, grasping her hips and moving so that the broad head of his cock was poised at her opening. He tightened his hold, ensuring she would stay where he wanted her and then possessed her completely with a single hard thrust, joining them together. Emery cried out. Something in the way she called his name released something primal in him that had never been there before. He was dominant and possessive; his body called to hers, demanding that it respond in kind and it did.
Emery dug her hands into the bed clothes, twisting them so that she could anchor herself as he began to pound into her with a hard, steady rhythm. Again and again, he hammered her pussy, growling and groaning as he did so. The sounds he made were primal and feral and Emery seemed to respond in the same primitive manner, alternating between snarling and moaning. She tried to move with him, but he held her still. This wasn’t making love or even fucking, this was a dominant male claiming his mate.
She arched her back and yowled as her pussy spasmed along his cock as a powerful orgasm swept over her. Mason reared back enjoying the way her sheath clamped down on his shaft, wanting him to fill her with his seed. With each stroke, Mason drew back until only the very tip of his cock remained within her, only to drive back in deeper and more powerfully.
There was something about the way she cried out the second time that unleashed something raw and primeval. Her cries inflamed his lust, and he pounded her pussy with relentless intent. He could feel her body begin to tighten in anticipation of another climax. He wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other hand to brush away her hair, baring the nape of her neck. Mason roared with a primitive fury that made her tremble. He felt his fangs elongate and he grasped the nape of her neck, biting down with the power of his skull-crushing jaws. She tried to sink away from him, but he held her in place. Emery buried her face in the pillow, biting down to keep from screaming in surrendered pleasure and pain as he inflicted a claiming bite that was deep and would leave a permanent scar.
He held her tight—between the savage bite and his painful grip, she couldn’t get away. This time as he pushed forward, he could feel the raised nubs all along his cock rising, scraping her inner walls. She moaned in abject pleasure, and he tightened his hold. As he drew back, the nubs lengthened and became stiffer, plowing furrows in her tender flesh as he thrust back in, replacing the pain with the sensual tickling of the nubs. Each time he dragged himself back, the nubs became barbs and Emery yowled into the pillow as his spikes drove her to the edge of ecstasy and beyond.
Mason finally released her neck, his hand replacing his teeth. He pressed down, forcing her upper body into the mattress so he could fuck her harder. His measured stroking gave way to frenzied thrusting as he pounded into her. Emery came again with devastating intensity. He leaned forward, nipping at her ear and rumbling a sound which was part growl, part purr and all male cave lion.
He fucked her with a primitive zeal and fury he’d never known before. Instead of fighting or resisting his possession, Emery softened and responded to him, her pussy trembling and quivering as he stroked her over and over. Mason’s feral claiming seemed to have lit a wildfire in her that he knew would keep them warm for the rest of their days.
At last, he drove deep, grinding his pelvis against her ass, forcing one last orgasm so that as he dragged himself back, the barbs dug in, anchoring her to him as he flooded her with his cum. He continued to empty himself inside her until at last he was done. Wrapping his arms around her, he tipped them onto their sides.
Mason had never felt like this before—neither physically nor emotionally. He was replete and sated in a way he had never been. If she had given him the strength of her cave lion, he had given her his peace and protection. Fused into one being, he purred soothingly to her until her breathing became deep and even and he knew she was asleep.
There was no way to know what was to come, but for now they were locked together in the aftermath of their coital bliss. And for now, that would have to be enough. Whatever the new day would bring, they would face it together.
