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Mickey was with me trying on dresses today. She noticed my healed Mark from Masen. She called Caleb, who was our bodyguard while we shopped, over and told him, “Your son needs his ass kicked. Look, he Marked her before they were Mated.”
My hand flies up to cover the raised scar. “Oh no, is that wrong?” I ask, embarrassed.
“It’s not wrong, Sophie. He just knows better. He should have waited until your Mating ceremony,” Mickey says while fussing with the dress I’m trying on. “Caleb, you need to have a talk with that boy,” Mickey spouts.
“I marked him,” I mumble.
“What, Sweets?” Caleb asks. That’s what he calls me, he says I smell like cookies. “I marked him first so don’t yell at him, please,” I say shyly.
I hear one loud gruff before Caleb who attracts almost as much attention as Masen busts out laughing. Every head turns in our direction. Mickey has both her lips rolled in trying to keep from laughing. “You... Marked... him... first...” He wheezes, he can barely stand, let alone speak. He’s still laughing so hard when Mickey finally loses the battle and giggles. He starts roaring all over again.
“Why is that funny?” I ask when they finally calm enough to breathe.
Mickey notices my expression first. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. Usually, the male is the first to Mark is all. Don’t worry about it. Caleb is just crazy,” she says dismissively, waving her hand.
I know there’s more to this. “What if someone finds out I Marked him first? I don’t want to embarrass him,” I say, mortified.
“Hey, sweets, I can guarantee he’s happy as hell you Marked him first. He’ll probably tell everybody he’d think would listen that his little Mate claimed him first. It’s just funny to think of my son, the Alpha, having a female claim him. He has his hands full with you, but I’ve never seen him happier. He loves you.” He hugs me to his large frame, patting the back of my head with his huge hand a little awkwardly. He’s not as big as Masen, and he’s not as gentle, either. But it still feels nice to be comforted by a father figure. Caleb laughs, and I feel it rumble up his chest. “You better believe I’m gonna give him hell about it.” I step back and laugh a little with him.
After two more stores, I finally find the perfect dress. It’s white which isn’t necessary for a shifter union, but I like it, nonetheless. It reaches just below my knees and has a full lace skirt with a tulle underlay, giving it a fifties vintage vibe. The top is fitted with a wide boat neck but doesn’t show too much cleavage. The cap sleeves match the lace that’s on the shirt. Lastly, I find a light blue sash that almost matches Masen’s eyes to tie around my waist making a belt. Mickey promises to make time later in the week for shoe shopping, even though I’ll be barefoot for the actual ceremony. My belly has been queasy for the past few days. I think I’m more nervous than I expected.
The only detail left to handle is the food. Before we make our vows, it’s customary to have a feast provided by the female’s family. Since I no longer have a family, Nicole and Red have volunteered to take care of the caterer. I decide I’m going to provide the dessert myself. Mickey tells me what Masen’s, Caleb’s, and Sniffer’s favorite desserts are so I can make them each something special. I’ll also make a few cakes and cookies for most of the other guests. That’s how I’ll spend Friday and most of Saturday.
True to his word, Caleb harasses Masen repeatedly about being claimed. It doesn’t seem to have the effect he was hoping for though. Masen just puffs out his chest and says, “I know. She couldn’t resist me,” then sends me a heated look that makes all kinds of promises.
“That’s nothing, you should have seen her the other day. She called Roxanne a cock chasing lint licker. Then, she told Mase she owned his...” I throw the apple I was peeling at Sniffer, nailing him right in the forehead, before he can finish.
“Don’t even think about it,” I threaten. His face is priceless, mouth hanging open with bits of apple dripping down his face. The red welt left behind indicates I might have thrown it a little too hard, but what he’s trying to say is soon forgotten as everyone laughs at what I’ve done.
There’s been no word about the rogues since Masen searched their compound. Jeff and Rob are still detained in the cells, but Masen tells me the cells were developed for young shifters who haven’t yet gained control of themselves so they’re pretty comfortable. He thinks they may be telling the truth about their involvement after questioning them a few more times.
Other than to tell me he fired Roxanne all together on Monday, we haven’t talked about that day. He hasn’t been back to his office this week, but he’s working from home quite a bit to make up for the time he’s taking off for us to have a short honeymoon. We will be leaving the Wednesday after our ceremony. He has a meeting Tuesday that he wasn’t able to reschedule, but he’s keeping where we are going a surprise.
I’m tired after dinner. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I crawl into bed alone. Masen and his dad have been spending hours in his office after dinner, usually not making it to bed until well after midnight. So, I’m surprised when I feel Masen’s warm, naked body slide in beside me moments later. He molds every inch of his large frame to my back and coos into my ear, “I miss having you all to myself, Little One.” His rough hand glides down the silky, light blue nighty I’m wearing then up under, finding my hardened nipple with ease to roll and pinch. We haven’t made love since Monday morning, and my body is on fire from the first caress. “I love your curvy little body. Every inch of you is so soft against me,” he growls His fingers trail down to the apex of my thighs, and my legs part for him. I can feel his thick erection at my rear. Masen hooks my calf over his knee, opening me to his deft fingers. He circles my clit slowly, barely whisking his finger over me. “How much do you need me? Are you greedy for me, baby?”
My back arches, driving him into me deeper. “Masen,” I say breathlessly and try to push his hand closer to me. “Stop teasing me,” I beg.
He chuckles darkly but doesn’t budge an inch, not letting me control his movements at all. “You’ve been teasing me for days. When I get in bed with you, I feel your warm body pressed up against mine, but you’re sleeping so deeply. I can’t bring myself to wake you. Then today, in those things you call shorts, you bent over, and I could see this tiny beauty mark right here.” His hand leaves me and runs up the back of my thigh stopping right before my butt and brushes back and forth. “If my dad hadn’t been right there enjoying my torment, I’d have fucked you right then. I need to build a guest house. Then, they won’t have a reason to be here all the time,” he muses to himself.
“Later,” I huff at having lost his attention. The hand caressing me stops, and I whimper in frustration before he slaps my bottom quickly. “Hey!” I yelp and jerk, making his shaft rub through my wetness. He reaches around me again and circles himself between my legs. I shudder when his knuckles brush against me and groan.
“You’re so wet, baby. I can feel you dripping on my cock. Tell me what you need,” he commands, his voice is so low and deep.
“You, Masen! I need you,” I beg. His nose dips to the back of my ear, and he inhales deeply. His body goes rigid. He scents me again, and his chest rumbles. “Masen?” I question, immediately knowing something’s off.
He flips me on my back and cages my body with his so fast I barely register the fact that he has both of my wrists held above my head with one of his hands. I search his hard face for any clue what’s wrong. Masen’s almost white eyes glow as he stares at me before moving down my body, placing his face right below my belly button. He runs his nose slowly down to my short curls at my closed legs, never lifting his nose. “Open,” he grates out, sounding garbled from his extended fangs. I obey, and he continues down to my bare lips before growling ferociously.
“What is wrong with you?” I ask incredulously, shock clear in my tone.
Masen covers my body with his quickly, leaving most of his weight on one hand, the other still brackets both of mine. He nuzzles my neck, breathing hard. He urges my face to the side with his. I feel his wide tongue lap over my Mark, and he rumbles gathering my body even closer and trapping my legs with his on either side. I still have no idea what he’s doing, but at least he’s being gentle now. When I try to move my hand, he gives a short warning grumble to stay put. After he grooms my Mark repeatedly, he finally lets my hands go and rolls me onto my belly with tender care. I turn my head and look at his hooded eyes and his teeth biting the corner of his lip. Masen is so trained on my bottom I don’t think he realizes I’m watching him. His hands begin feathering up the back of my legs until he reaches the small of my back. I close my eyes and relax under his touch. I feel his knee wedge between mine, pushing me open, and I hear him hum in approval. Placing his hands on my hips, he pulls me back so I’m on my knees in front of him with my legs spread. He’s seated on his knees that are slightly open behind me, his heavy cock pointing straight up at me. Seeing how much he still wants me makes me forget his curious behavior, and I wiggle a bit and lift up on my arms putting me on all fours.My baby’s body is even greedier than I thought. I’m gonna need to fill her up all the time.I hear through our bond, and I feel how happy the thought makes him. Even his filthy thoughts excite me, and I’m sure he has no idea I can hear him.
“Come here, baby. I need more of me inside you, yeah?” I find his wording strange, but as long as he’s touching me, I don’t care how he says it. Masen tugs me closer using my hip, then he leans forward and wraps himself around my back hugging me and whispers in my ear, “I’m gonna let you do the work. I’m gonna let your greedy pussy take as much of me as you need.” Pulling up, he lines himself up with my opening and waits. I push back barely and feel his head slip inside me. Wanting more, I keep pushing. I moan at the fullness this position causes. “You need more.” It’s a statement, not a question as he thrusts like he can’t help himself, and that’s exactly what I want.
I need him to take control, to do whatever he wants to my body so I tell him, “Masen, I love when you take care of me. You always know what I need. Will you love me, please?” His hand fists in my hair, making me arch more and plunge back roughly. “Yes,” I hiss.
“You like me in control, like to be my naughty girl.”
Masen pushes me to my first orgasm fast and hard, slamming into me repeatedly. When I’m close, he squeezes my nipple so hard I scream, but he covers my mouth, muffling the noise. “I usually love to hear you scream my name, baby, but you will be quiet or I will punish you.” He pants, still advancing into me, pushing me through my orgasm. I know he’s keeping me quiet because of his parents, who I forgot about. I nod my head and try and swallow around my dry throat.
