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He hasn’t moved, but an angry growl comes from him before he snaps, “What the fuck are you doing here?” His torso leans forward. I know me being behind him is the only thing stopping him from pummeling whoever he’s speaking to.
“I’m sorry, Alpha. I thought you asked to see me,” his voice is apologetic.
“Who told you I wanted to see you?” Masen snarls.
“Roxanne, Alpha. She said you wanted to discuss unMated marriage.” My heart gives a deep throb when I hear her name. Will she ever give up? “She lied! Now, fuck off before I lose what little control I have left,” he grates.
Moments pass before he turns so we’re facing each other. He wraps his big arms around me pulling me as close as possible. “You alright, Little One?” he asks kindly.
“Ugh, that was so embarrassing.” I laugh a little.
“I wasn’t embarrassed, baby. I was very mad though. He’s lucky I let him leave. I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She’s acting crazy. She knew right after I met you our romantic relationship was over, that there would never be a future for us.”
Our playful moment lost. I tell him, “I think I’ll just sit out here this time. You go ahead and swim.” What I really want to say is you should have broken it off completely, not kept sleeping with her. I hold my tongue, kiss his chest right over his heart, then move out of his arms. I find my shirt on the ground, trampled by my own feet. I pick it up to shake it out, but Masen leans down, picking up his shirt from the towels.
“Here, Little One, mine’s not covered in sand. Arms up.” He drops the fabric over me and kisses my lips softly. The small gesture gives me butterflies. When he turns and walks into the water, I bring the collar up to my nose inhaling, loving that it carries his scent. Looking up, I find him watching me. His expression satisfied.
He swims back and forth, effectively doing laps. I enjoy watching his large shoulders crest the water and the brief views of his stunning face. None of it compares to watching Masen step from the water’s edge, still breathing hard from the exertion while dripping with water. He shoves his wet, black hair back with one hand then wipes his face down with his other. When his eyes open and he sees me staring, probably with my mouth hanging open, he stops.
His hard muscles seem to grow under my eyes as he pulls a deep breath into his lungs. His bright eyes darken. “Up” is all he says, and I know he means for me to stand. I do quickly. “IN,” is growled. I jump at the command but don’t move to listen. “Now,” comes out just above a whisper, but the threat isn’t lost in the volume.
I stand my ground. “Only if you ask nicely,” I answer while looking to his almost black eyes. I’m playing a dangerous game, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
His wet body collides with mine, arms sliding under mine and lifting me. My mouth opens on a gasp, and he’s there. Nothing is testing or gentle about this kiss, it’s a brand. His hand holds the back of my head to control my movements. He pulls back, and his filthy mouth starts working in a different manner.
“I can smell you, baby.” His lips travel my neck, “know you need me. I gotta make it better.” His warm soft tongue slides over where he’ll Mark me, I groan. “Then, you don’t listen,” he rasps and shakes his head then lightly bites. “You want me to make you scream out here? I’ll make sure everyone can hear you come for me.”
My first thought is yes please, but I quickly regain my sanity. “Can we go inside? Please,” I murmur. “I can ask nicely.” I breathe into his ear. His body jolts, a heavy pant leaves his lips. His shorts are still dripping wet, my clothes and roving hands have absorbed most of the water above his waist. He takes long strides, still holding me, and we’re back at the house in seconds. Masen takes us to his bathroom and sets me on the vanity. I watch as he turns on the shower and strips out of his wet shorts. His nudity not bothering him in the least.
He turns to me and pulls me to the ground and lifts my arms, removing the shirt he let me wear. He pulls my shorts down my hips that I never buttoned back up. Masen turns my shoulders so I’m facing the mirror with him behind me. He’s large hand runs over the top of my breast then between. It’s not lost on me that his fingers followed the same path as mine did earlier. Without looking down, he unclasps my bra. The material falls down my arms, and he removes it. He watches from behind as my nipples tighten, he cups both of my breasts, lifting slightly. His chest rumbles in approval.
Masen makes me feel beautiful. I thought I would be nervous, but I like the way his breathing stops for moments then picks up faster when he looks at me. Watching him through the mirror, I put my thumbs under the waist of my black, lace, cheeky panties. He looks down, watching my behind as I tug them down. When I bend to push them past my thighs, my bare bottom hits the top of his thighs. He hisses, squeezing my breasts a little harder. I whimper, and he releases his hold, massaging gently.
He takes my hand and leads me to the shower. As we step in, I twist my hair into a bun tucking the ends in to hold it up. Masen takes his time washing me, his gaze follows his hands as he slowly worships my body. When he’s done, he starts washing quickly. I take the cloth and give his body the same slow caresses he gave mine. I guide him to sit on the built-in bench. His knees are turned toward the water, and I step around his back to wash his hair, gently massaging his scalp with my fingers. Masen’s wide shoulders fall, and I hear a single grunt as he relaxes into my touch. Removing the showerhead, I rinse his hair and the leftover soap from his body. He stands, hangs the showerhead back up, and turns the water off. Grabbing a towel, he wraps me up. He’s still dripping wet when he uses a second towel to dry my arms. Bending, he gently pats my legs. Finally satisfied, he uses the second towel to rub his hair dry, then quickly dries his body.
Neither of us has spoken since we were outside. It’s a comfortable silence, but the sexual tension is building.
Masen leaves the bathroom while I brush my teeth. I’m putting lotion on my legs when he returns wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. He watches my hands as I rub the lotion into my skin. I can feel the lust from earlier rekindling. When I’ve finished, he plucks the towel and tosses it on a hook, leaving me naked. Ushering me out the door, he leads me to the bed. He’s at my back. The silence is finally broken when he says, “In you get, Little One.” I climb under the covers, and he goes to turn out the lights.
My eyes are adjusting to the dimness when he gets in bed next to me. We’re both on our sides facing each other when he pulls me close. His arm snakes out, curling over my waist and his big palm goes right to my butt, jerking me as close as I can get. I feel his erection along my belly through his boxers. I want them off, I want to feel his skin rubbing against mine. Masen claims my lips in a searing kiss swallowing every sound I make like it fuels his desire. His hands start down my body stopping at my breasts; his fingers rub and pinch my nipples. His lips leave my mouth and kiss across my jaw. He takes the bottom of my ear into his mouth and bites at the same time he delivers a hard pinch to my nipple. My hips roll forward on instinct as I cry out. Masen rolls me onto my back, as he kneels between my thighs. His bare chest rubs against mine when he leans in to kiss me. My legs open farther, letting his hips fall to mine.
Moving down, his mouth continues teasing both my breasts. My back arches. My hands travel his shoulders and his back. My short nails digging in occasionally when his hips push into mine. His mouth finds mine, again kissing. Little bites on my lips excite me even more. When my hand meets the material of his boxers, I try pushing them off, but I just can't reach because he’s too tall. I lift my leg up to use my toes to push them down. The new angle makes us both groan. “Off,” comes my breathless command.
His answering chuckle warms my belly. Masen pushes forward in a slow rocking motion with his hips. “Tell me what you need, baby.” he speaks in my ear. His hot breath hits my neck, and I shiver on contact.
“You, Masen. I need you, please.” The please comes out as a beg that he must approve of because his shorts are gone in an instant. When I feel his cock on my bare skin, I whine in frustration. I need more.
Pulling back and sitting on his heels, he takes his cock in his hand sliding all the way down and back up squeezing a bit at the tip. “You sure you’re ready, Little One?” he asks.
I know this will hurt, by the size of him it’ll hurt a lot, but I’m so ready. I don’t even care. I nod my head and bite my bottom lip. “Yes,” I utter.
Leaning back down, he’s still holding himself as he pushes the head near my opening. “So wet for me, baby,” he mutters as he drags his tip up to my clit, slowly stroking up and down over my most sensitive area. The head is so wide and firm but velvety soft. I only last about two minutes before I’m twisting the bed sheets crying out through my climax. Masen enters me while I’m still orgasming. There’s a burning pressure that steals my breath. He whispers sweet words while slowly pushing into me. Telling me how beautiful I am, that I was made for him, how good I feel around him. The burn intensifies as he pushes deeper. I bury my face into his neck, and he sinks all the way into me. A few tears escape that he kisses away. Masen’s body stills, only his hands and mouth working. He kisses me deeply. His fingers run through my hair, then down my body, brushing across my still sensitive nipples. My body starts to heat again remembering how he made me feel minutes ago. The pain no longer sharp, I’m able to relax. The tension in my muscles melts, easing the burn and leaving me feeling something I can only describe as full.
Masen continues playing with my breast with one hand but moves his other to where we are joined. His fingers stroking me, my hips lift toward him. He groans loudly, and I love the sound. The hand at my breast moves to the outside of my shoulder holding him up. He pulls back slowly and re-enters on a hiss. His filthy mouth starts again as he begins making love to me.
“So tight, so wet for me. Love that only I will ever fuck you. You love taking my cock, baby? You need more?” He thrusts all the way into me much deeper than before. Every word he whispers fuels the need starting to build in my belly. “Never felt anything like you around me, baby,” he swears. His face is dotted with sweat, his ultra-light eyes seeming black in the darkness look right into mine. His massive shoulders fill my vision, he lifts higher his chest barely brushing my nipples, but it changes the angle. I can feel him so deep it hurts and feels good.
“Oh Masen,” my back and neck arch, “Ah don’t stop, please.” When I say please, he does something with his fingers that makes me scream as I convulse around him. I can feel my muscles squeezing him. The things he promises to do to me while I climax should sound scary. He tells me all the ways he’ll make love to me. How he can’t wait to lick me again. I love Masen’s filthy mouth, so I tell him how much I like it. His pace speeds up. He goes a little deeper with each thrust. My name falls from his lips as he empties himself into me.
