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Masen looks at me sympathetically and nods. “I’ll be in soon, Little One.” I smile to myself, as I wave goodnight to Sniffer, that after all these years it’s still rare for Masen to call me by my name.
My shoulders are achy, and I’m feeling a bit feverish as I make my way to our room. I hope I’m not getting sick. Shifters are immune to most illnesses, but the common cold can affect us just as easily as a human. I’m grateful I made it through the party, but I hope I don’t get sick for our family vacation. I’ve been planning this getaway for months. Masen’s family, including Sniffer and a few of our close friends, will be joining us for ten days away from the pack, and I surely don’t want to be sick for it.
By the time I’m in the room, I’m lightheaded and wish Masen was here to shower with me. I strip my jeans and shirt off, dropping them to the floor as I turn the water on just above cold. My bra and panties fall carelessly before I step under the spray.
I shiver when the barely warm water hits my skin. My body is achy and sluggish as I stand under the downpour.
Minutes later, I feel every drop of the now frigid water as it pelts my over sensitive flesh. I’m still burning up though. I feel even hotter with every minute that passes.
Turning my face up to the water, I close my eyes, and my mind flashes to this morning when we were in the shower together. The image is so powerful I can almost feel his fingers trailing down my back and farther down as he drops down before me. His eyes are almost black with need as he nuzzles my inner thigh. He looks up at me before lifting my leg to drape it over his shoulder. My back falls to the wall behind me leaving me leaning most of my weight on my one leg. When his lips brush against me for the first time, I sigh with the knowledge of what’s to come.
I open my eyes on a long moan, finding my own fingers searching down my body. My breath hitches, and I’m almost in tears as I realize I’m alone. I need Masen! That is my only thought as my body starts shaking.
I turn off the water and step out with the intention of finding him, but as the icy water drips down my body, I scent him. The fire that was burning turns into an inferno when I realize he’s close. “Masen.” His name comes out pleadingly, just above a whisper.
His massive frame fills the door. Both hands grip the door molding, making the wood creak from the pressure. His breathing is hard, and his head is down low as he looks at me with hooded eyes from under his brow. He hasn’t spoken yet, but his tongue licks his full bottom lip before his teeth, including his descended fangs, sink into the glistening flesh. I groan and squeeze my thighs together, and my clit throbs twice as I clutch them closed.
His head drops even lower, and he growls. I feel him scanning through my thoughts quickly, trying to find out how long I’ve been in Heat. Holy hell, that’s what this is? As soon as I hear his thoughts, I realize he’s right, and when I acknowledge the word, my body almost collapses under the onslaught of emotions, his and mine.
“Need me, Little One.” It’s a statement, a proclamation, that’s spoken more on a growl than actual words. My body instantly responds to his voice. I shudder and close my eyes, unable to voice my needs verbally. Closing my eyes only lets my mind wander as I vividly replay almost every erotic encounter over the past five years, and I whimper.
NEED,my mind sends to his. I’m broken down to the most basic of compulsions. His eyes darken impossibly more and he grunts.
His body is a breath away before I can blink. He uses his speed to reach me. My head falls back, and his cool hand lands on my lower belly. The relief is almost instantaneous. “I’m here, baby. I’ll make it better, yeah?” The relief I felt evaporates quickly, and the fire returns even hotter, scorching me. I tremble, and I just know there won’t be anything left of me but ash if he doesn’t touch me soon.
Masen lifts me quickly and turns me to the sink. My back meets the cold mirror, and I hiss from the contact. I try uselessly to unbutton his pants, my hands fumble limply like I’m trying to perform surgery instead of a task I’ve done almost every day my entire life.
“Ahhh!” My cry of aggravated frustration prompts him to shush me. He grabs both of my wrists in one hand and starts to loosen his pants swiftly.
Not quick enough though because milliseconds later I feel him gasp as his clothes literally disappear, leaving him gloriously naked and harder than steel. I purr and ungulate my body, pushing us closer together. “Still learning new tricks, Little One?” I don’t know how he’s even speaking to me. I don’t even try to understand what he’s saying to me. I send my thoughts and how my body feels to him in heated waves, trying to get him to understand my condition.
Masen’s jaw tenses and he pulls in a harsh breath through his teeth on a hiss. He reaches down between our bodies, grabs his heavy cock, and pushes the tip just inside me. I’m almost frantic as I try to impale myself on him. He holds me firmly, keeping me under his control. His dark grin tells me how much he enjoys doing just that.
I snarl fiercely, letting him know I’m about to lose control of myself. He pulls my upper body close to him still holding my two hands in his one behind my back. The other arm embraces me closely, his lips are next to my temple, but his lower body is still barely touching me.
He inhales deeply. “Been waiting for this, baby. You ready for me?” He almost purrs, the heat from his breath feels like a cool breeze against me. I’m fully shaking now like an addict longing for a fix. I can admit this is exactly how I imagine they feel.
Please, I whimper through our bond. Before the thought is finished, he surges inside me, and I scream and come immediately.
I imagined I’d find relief, but there is none. I rip my hands from his grasp and climb his big body, tears stream down my face as I try to find solace from the pain, pulling myself closer to him. My nails gouge into his biceps and shoulders as I reach for purchase. When my nails drag down his back, he shouts out as he finds his own release.
Then, the relief comes, my body sags as my inner walls spasm, milking him for every drop of semen. I can finally breathe. I didn’t realize how badly I was going to crave him. My relief is short lived because as he turns us and carries my limp body to the bedroom, the fire in my lower belly is re-stoked. I’m mewling for more, and he’s still sheathed inside of me.
“Greedy.” He pants into my neck as he licks over my throat and collarbones, sucking and nipping. My inner walls spasm around his huge cock, trying to pull him deeper and get more of his seed inside of me. “God, I love how badly you need me,” he grunts, pounding into me. “Gonna fill you up, baby.” He does exactly that. Masen makes love to me in every way imaginable, and I take every caress and touch he has to offer then demand more.
In my desperation, I practically maul him. His wide back has tracks upon tracks from my nails, his neck is bloody from my bites, and I’m pretty sure from the sated but exhausted smile on his face he couldn’t have enjoyed it more when I was able to thank him for taking such good care of me.
It’s now almost thirty-six hours later, and I finally feel more like myself without having Masen inside me. The short moments I’ve slept or rested, Masen has fed and cleaned us. Once, I woke while he was showering us both. He came three times before I let him finish rinsing us. I don’t know how he’s not dead or at least unconscious. Every time I needed him he was there, every time I slept, he stayed awake caring for me. If I didn’t already love him with every fiber of my being, I certainly would now.
Mickey knew what was happening the night of the party and has thankfully been enjoying my little ones at the beach for the past couple days. We will join them for the remainder of the vacation in a couple of days.
I rise from bed feeling refreshed and well sated. Looking at Masen’s beautiful face, I thank God we were able to find each other. I take my time showering, and when my soapy hand moves over my tummy, I wonder if we’ll have another set of twins.
Masen is still asleep as I dress and move to the kitchen silently to make him the best and biggest breakfast imaginable. I laugh as I think about how I can’t wait for him to wake up so I can show him how thankful I truly am. He walks into the kitchen as I’m giggling and wraps his arms around me, making me feel safe and protected. “What’s so funny?” he purrs into my ear. His voice is deep and gravelly from sleep.
“I was just thinking,” I answer dismissively. I turn in his embrace and look up to the same white blue eyes our son has and hope the next child growing in my belly has the same. “I love you so much,” I say, choked up on the emotions I feel in the moment.
He nuzzles my Mark and says, “I love you more.”
