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Michael and three other men round the hallway, and I’m relieved that no one else needed this hallway while we were down here. “Alpha,” Michael speaks, “May I escort your guest to the hall while you finish up with your Luna?” I’m so grateful for their friendship. Michael knows exactly how to address Masen and not be confrontational.
I blow out a long breath when Masen’s head nods. “I’ll be there soon. Don’t question them without me,” he commands.
Michael nears the men who don’t know if they should be happy to be away from Masen or terrified that they will see him again soon. I don’t know why they even stood by watching. It seems they would know just by the size of him to turn the other way. I’ll have to ask Masen later. For now, I just want to get the hell out of this mall that I’m beginning to hate.
Once the men leave quietly between Michael, Sid, and the three others, Masen finally turns to me and gathers me up in a bruising hug. His hands run from the top of my head down to the backs of my thighs, assuring himself I’m okay. “It’ll be over soon now, baby. I’ll find the rest of those fuckers,” he promises. He kisses me softly before we head to customer care to pick up my packages so we can head home.
When I see the fence surrounding his property, he says “I’m going to drop you off at the house. I’ll send Cass and maybe Sam over. How does that sound?” He continues before I can answer, “I’m not sure how long I’ll be, but I need to go to the hall and find out what they know.”
He’s not going to be happy when I say what I’m thinking. “Masen, I’d like to be with you, please.”
His head snaps over to look at me. “You don’t want to be there for this, trust me. If they don’t talk, I’ll have to make them. I don’t want you seeing me like that.” I feel his hesitancy. He worries I won’t feel the same about him if I see him hurt one of those men. I know he’s not cruel. He doesn’t want to hurt them, but I also know he’ll do what needs done to protect me and his pack. “I don’t need to watch if this thing goes south if that makes you feel better. I know this isn’t what you want to do, but I know you are strong enough to do what needs done. I trust you to handle it. Now, trust that I’m strong enough to stand by your side.”
He pulls into the pack gate and stops as soon as the gate closes behind us. Masen jumps out of the driver’s seat and is pulling my door open before I understand what’s happening. “What’s wrong?” I look around, slightly panicked at his behavior.
“No, nothing’s wrong, baby.” He envelops me in a tight hug. He scents behind my ear and runs his nose down my neck to gently nip his mark. “I don’t know how I survived without you. I can’t imagine a day without you now that I know what it feels like to have you. I’m so sorry I’ve been such a fuck up. Please, please, forgive me. I’ve been so worried about losing you, I think I was pushing you away so I wouldn’t crumble if you disappeared.”
My heart aches with his sincerity. I reach up and place both of my palms on his face pulling back so he looks right at me. “Masen, I promise I’m not going anywhere. Please understand, I want to be here. I want to be with you. I don’t just need it because you’re my Mate. I want it because I love you.” I search his eyes and try to listen to his thoughts while he stares at me.
Oh God, I don’t deserve her, but I love her more than I thought possible.I hear him think. He leans down to my lips and speaks into my mouth. “I love you. It doesn’t seem enough to say it, so I promise to show you how much I love you, every day. I promise to be the man you deserve.” When he stops talking, he presses his lips to mine so softly. His pillow soft lips caress mine with tender care. My heart melts as he loves my mouth.
After a millennia passes in a matter of seconds, he places his forehead on mine and takes a deep breath. My hands are wrapped around his thick biceps, my nails score his skin because I clench so hard. I let go slowly, and I see a small crescent of red where my thumb dug too deep. “I’m sorry,” I say quickly as I lean down and kiss the gouge. My lips are wet with the tiniest amount of blood when I pull back. I lick my lips instinctively, and Masen’s eyes follow my tongue across my lips. He dips and kisses me again, this kiss is primal and deep. I can taste him on my tongue as he licks my lip, following the same path my tongue did. His chest vibrates with a rumble when I stroke my tongue with his, letting him taste himself on me. His hands fist my hair as he pulls back, exposing my neck to him. My back meets the warm hood of the car as he leans over, examining me laid out before him. He brushes his thumb across his bottom lip as if stroking where my tongue just was. My inner muscles clench with desire for him. A soft whimper sounds and I realize it came from me.
His mouth turns up on one side, and he gives me a purely masculine grin. His voice is deep when he asks, “You need something, baby?” With me watching, he reaches down and cups himself over his pants. I know he knows this makes me crazy. My hands squeeze my breast as I watch. “Fuuuuck,” he groans, and I hear a car door close in the distance. My hands fall away from my body. My face heats with a blush as I realize we are yet again out in the open. Thankfully, no one is around to see my wanton behavior. I sit forward, and Masen enfolds me into his arms. “Don’t feel bad, Little One. I like you needy.” He chuckles into my hair. I try and pinch his flat hard stomach but can’t find an inch to squeeze. So I end up running my hand around to his back, hugging him to me closer.
“You need to stop touching me in public. Apparently, I’m a hussy,” I say sullenly.
“Not gonna happen. I love touching you.” The last past is whispered hotly into my ear. My back arches as I bring myself closer to him. Masen’s hand strokes down my back to my bottom, pulling me closer and lining our bodies up. I can feel his thick erection on the inside of my thigh. I wiggle a bit trying to fit him where I need him.
Just as my hands reach to his shadowed jaw, his phone vibrates, causing us both to groan from the interruption. I scoot back so he can grab his phone from his pocket. His eyes bore into mine as he answers, “Yeah.” He runs his free hand through his messy hair, and his body goes stiff as he listens to whatever is being said. “We’ll be right there.”
He hangs up and kisses my temple before helping me down off the hood. His demeanor went from playful to angry in the few seconds he was on the phone. “Is there something wrong?”
He heaves a sigh. “A few of the men that witnessed us last night... after the fight seem to be in a bit of a frenzy.” He looks down at me, he seems nervous. He clears his throat. “Michael thinks you might be going into heat soon,” he says sheepishly.
“I’m too young for that. Mom always said my first would be around twenty-five.” My heart rate speeds up. I’m not sure I’m ready for a baby. I just turned nineteen. I don’t know if he’s ready or even wants children. I know I do, but what if he doesn’t?
Sensing my distress, Masen stops walking me around the car and looks into my eyes. “He could be wrong, Little One. It could be just because we are Alpha and Luna and not yet Mated fully,” Masen says tenderly. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my baby,” he growls, “I never really thought about children before now, but I have that big ole house. It might be fun filling it up,” he says cheekily and smacks my rear. Instantly, my nerves evaporate, I grin back at him.
When we pull up to the meeting hall, all the sweet feelings disappear as I see five male shifters shoving each other aggressively. They don’t even seem to notice our arrival. Masen’s hand clamps over mine. “They aren’t going to bother you. They just feel a need that they can’t quench. It’s making some of them seek an alternative.” He gestures to the five men now throwing punches. “They just need an outlet. They aren’t going to hurt each other too bad. Though, I don’t know why they aren’t in the gym instead of the front lot.” He pats my hand. “Come on, baby. Let’s get this done.”
When Masen steps out of the car, a few of the men standing and watching the fight turn to him and drop their heads but the fighting continues. He opens my door, and as I step out, all activity ceases. Every head turns in our direction. Two of the men that were fighting take a step closer and scent the air. Their shoulders relax as if they’re relieved. My head whips to look at Masen.
“I think it makes them feel better when you and I are close,” he says while running his hand through his hair.
“Ah okay... I guess. If it makes them stop fighting and relax, that’s a good thing, right?”
His eyes turn icy. “As long as none of them think about touching you or try to get too close,” he says loud enough that they all take one step back.
I give a small wave before saying, “Hey, I’m going in now. Why don’t y’all grab a football? That’s better than beating the snot out of each other.” A few look at each other, one man jogs to his truck and pulls out a ball.
Masen squeezes me and says, “Thank you.”
I shrug my shoulders. “Sure. I love football, and I’m always exhausted when I get done playing.”
He cocks one eyebrow. “You play football?” he questions skeptically.
“Yup,” I pop. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m pretty quick,” I say while brushing my knuckles along my chest, bragging.
