Chapter 7

Seven

Allison

H e'd been so close to taking me. My body is still primed but I can't help feeling all this was a huge mistake.

I feel I could have started over next to Mason. Thrills of excitement leave me wondering what it would have felt like to learn everything about him. I'm no fool. Fairytale endings are for books, but it could have been something sweet and long-lasting.

Now I don't know where I belong. Definitely not with my uncle. Going back there is like signing my own death sentence. Especially after I handed over the evidence to his crime right in front of him.

Maybe that wasn't such a smart move after all.

Back in the library I search for my thong and give up, shimming back into my angel costume, half considering if it's acceptable to walk the streets in an oversized bathrobe. Unsure where I would go, I have the skirt halfway up my thighs when I hear him.

"Don't say anything, Mason. Save us both the time." I try to work in the steely resolve I want to feel but I know I sound defeated and tired. Just so tired. Staying here meant tarnishing his reputation. There's no way my uncle will let this go without a media circus. I can't let Mason or everything he's worked so hard to build suffer for my family's bad rotten core.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"It's better if I leave. I don't belong here." I pull my clothes the rest of the way up my body and tug at the zipper.

"Maybe easier… but better? Not for you or me?"

He comes to stand in front of me and the last of my resolve crumbles as I look into his dark eyes. "I don't belong here," I whisper, feeling the truth of them weigh on me more than a ton of boulders. The saddest part? I'm not sure if it's my heart breaking or just my dreams of finding someone to love me getting ripped from me before I can have what I want most in this world.

"That's not true. You're mine and you belong here. With me. In my arms, in this house. I want you to stay with me. Help me make this cold, dead place into a loving home."

He takes my hands in his and pulls me to stand in front of him until my palms rest over his heart.

"And most importantly, you belong here. In my heart. You belong , Allison, and I'll tell you a hundred times every day until you believe me."

He presses closer and I find we're back where we started hours ago. Me against his shelves and him towering over me with the sexiest grin. And I'm just as wet, if not wetter this time around.

He slips a thigh between mine and parts my legs and I lick my lips, remembering the last of his cum on my tongue. I can't help it. He pulls the naughtiest thoughts from me though I know next to nothing of how to pleasure a man.

"I see you haven't found your thong."

"I don't think there's anything left to find if memory serves."

A laugh rumbles in his chest and my nipples press against the confines of my bodice. My body's reaction when hearing such a pleasant sound come from him makes me suck in a harsh breath, and I take my bottom lip between my teeth to quiet the noise. It's either that or try explaining why my body reacts to him even when he's not actually touching me.

But that doesn't last long.

He lifts my skirt and cups my bare, pink pussy. "You don't think I would let you leave, did you, angel? You walk in here, tie my hands and my heart to your will and you think you can just walk away?"

He's pissed and it strikes a fire in his dark gaze that has heat pooling in my core.

Every word he utters has my heart racing and I don't miss the quicker breaths coming from him. "No one has ever said those words to me."

"That you belong or that you are loved?"

He cups my face in his palms as I nod. "Both."

"My sweet angel who walked into my life and knocked it off kilter. Fuck, what am I saying? You knocked me back on course. I was wandering around with no other purpose than work. I had no life, no color until you. I planned for you to be here tonight and I regret nothing. I told you earlier I fell for those big, emerald eyes of yours weeks ago. And if not, I'm telling you now. You've given me a new reason to wake in the morning and love Christmas again. Miracles do happen, I guess. I'm going to spend my life correcting the crime brought against you by those that had the chance to love you and didn't see you for the beautiful person you are. Now come here."

I don't argue or pull away. I can't. I don't want to so I fall into his embrace and settle into his big, muscular arms and melt into his body as if we were made for one another.

He uses his other hand to free me of my clothes and once again I'm standing in front of him in nothing but my stilettos.

"Mason, I…I'm sorry. I've brought so much trouble to your doorstep. I don't know what to do."

"Shh, angel. We have all the time in the world to talk."

True. And there was a bigger, deeper story behind him loving Christmas again, and I know he's only touched upon his dark past, but I know now isn't the time to ask. I have a feeling I'll have all the time in the world to ask all the questions he stirs in me with his words.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he bends to pick me up and turns to take us to his room.

"No, here. I like it here," I say and he turns, walking us over to the couch. Someone had replenished the fire and I silently thank O'Bryan. I don't know the man but I have a feeling we're going to get along just fine.

"I want you thinking about how you took me for the first time on this couch every day as you handle your business."

He spreads me out on the couch and sheds his clothing with jerky movements as though he hates being away from me for the time it takes to strip.

He comes to kneel over me. "Spread your legs for me, angel. Show me what I'm claiming."

I do what he demands obediently and love the thrill that skates through me.

Spreading my thighs further with his large body between my legs he inhales deeply and his nostrils flare like a wolf scenting his mate. "Sweet, pure. Untouched. My naughty angel. What other wicked plans do you have?"

Using two fingers I glide them down my body and slip them through my juices. "I can think of a few, but right now…" I dip the tips of my fingers between my lips and rub lingering circles around my clit. "…I can only think of one thing."

I don't miss the way his chest expands with deep breaths and this time I know we're not stopping until I'm his. Every last inch of me.

As if reading my mind, he growls, "Mine."

He pushes my fingers away to replace them with the fat head of his cock and then glides through my juices, wetting his cock from tip to base. I moan and relish the heat that blooms across my skin, starting in my core and working its way through every inch of my body.

He does this to me and I'm going to be selfish enough to take him all for my own. For once in my life I'm going to do what I want.

He pulls my fingers to his lips and sucks off my sticky honey quickly.

He tangles his fist in my hair and I feel his muscles bunch beneath my thighs. "Is my virgin pussy ready for her cock?"

Gripping his cock, he brings the large tip to my entrance and I tense. This is it. He told me what to expect and after this, I can never walk away.

I dig in my heels into his back "I've never wanted anything more in my life. I'm yours, Mason."

"I want you to watch as I take you."

I peer down my body and my pussy clenches around the head of his cock as he enters me one agonizing inch at a time. With strong fingers, he peels back the lips of my pussy and the walls of my entrance quiver, stretch, tighten and for the second time tonight I worry he won't fit. That his massive cock will be too large for my small body.

He stops and falls forward over my body even though I know he's keeping most of his weight off me, I love the feel of him pinning me down.

Pants of air slip from my lips and I'm unable to catch my breath.

With slow movements, he works my body until my tight walls stretch to wrap around his big girth.

"Do it, Mason."

He peers down at me, his nose almost touching mine and I hold his gaze. "I meant what I said. I'm going to come in you, mark you, and plant a baby in your womb before the sun rises. And then I'm going to take you again just to make sure."

I shiver. "Promise?"

"You better fucking believe it. You'll never be away from me now and you'll always have a place where you belong."

"Then you better hurry. The sun is almost up," I try to tease but I sense the seriousness of his words and bury my hand in his hair and pull him to me. He dominates the kiss, taking my lips with his. Claiming my mouth as he claims my virginity as his.

He thrusts forward and a fire hotter than the sun rips through me. I tense and cry out but the pain subsides quickly.

"Shh, baby, I have you. I'm here. God, I hate hurting you."

It takes me a moment to relax and he waits for me. "I'm okay," I offer and I let him see the truth of my words through my eyes.

And I am. It's not seconds before the fire settles to a bright, burning ember in my core and I'm moving, gyrating my hips under him.

He takes over, pushes up, clamps his big hands around my hips, and controls my movements.

With each slow, powerful thrust he makes sure I know who I belong to now. "You're mine. Where I want. When I want. To love, cherish, pleasure, and hold. I'm the only man in your life now. All you need."

"Yes, I love hearing those words coming from you," I scream as each thrust builds me up and pushes me closer to the end.

"And you're mine. Never anyone else."

"Where you want me when you want me." He slows and I'm caught by the emotion I see in his eyes. "You've spent your entire life not knowing a home. That changes right now. Marry me, angel. I have to know I have all of you."

He slows to a stop, but he doesn't have to wait for my answer. I wrap my legs around him and pull myself closer until his cock is all the way inside me. "Yes, Mason," I choke out, hardly able to contain the tears that want to ruin the moment.

He pulls me off the couch to rest my weight on his big thighs and kisses me until I'm breathless. I bury my hands in his hair and linger a little longer before he places me back on the couch.

"Pinch your nipples, angel. Work those beautiful pink tips for me."

I follow his instructions and love seeing how turned on for me he is as I take first one nipple between my fingers then the other and tug.

My back arches and he's right there working my body, pleasuring me, and I know I'm safe.

"Again," he orders and like a good little girl, I obey and he sets a fast rhythm.

My pussy grips him tighter and he growls. All the air leaves my chest the faster he pumps. His cock swells and I groan, unable to control the outburst of sensations striking me like lightning bolts.

"Faster, don't stop, Mason, God, don't stop." He takes my words as a personal challenge and tightens his grip. I'll be bruised come morning, but I don't care. These kinds of bruises are just fine by me.

I release a nipple and slip my fingers over my aching, swollen clit and work the little bud. I cry out the second I touch myself and I tense again but for all the right reasons.

My orgasm is close and I can feel the hot cream of my release already slipping down my pussy.

Like a bomb igniting from within, I screw my eyes shut and let myself go as it hits. Everything dulls around us and all I can sense is Mason in me. His powerful thrusts and then finally his own release.

Above me, Mason roars his pleasure and buries himself inside my body until there's no end or beginning to either of us.

White hot jets of cum coat my walls, mix with my own release and fill me to spilling over. Sticky wet and red hot. I press against my clit and ride a second wave of quakes as they strike, my pussy convulsing around his big cock.

My release triggers another from him and he falls over me. I can't help but feel his protectiveness. Beneath my touch his heart is racing right along with mine.

I'm shaking, barely able to draw air into my lungs and he raises to his elbow and connects our gazes.

"I stand corrected," I say.

"About?" And I love the puzzled look and cocky smile on his face. The two together pull a smile from me.

"THAT…now that was the best orgasm of my life."

He laughs, the sound deep and so heartfelt I can see it in his eyes.

"I guess I've set a standard. Now I'll have to work harder each time to make sure I beat the last."

"That's some serious goals," I counter, but before I can challenge him to a do-over, he has my lips captured in a searing kiss.

"You've made me happy and I can't remember the last time that's been true for me. Thank you, angel."

I take his face between my palms. "You didn't exactly give me a choice. You made me see what I would be missing. Forced me to realize running from my problems wasn't the answer. And the best part, you made me see not everyone is out to use and hurt me."

He takes my hands in his and he places a tender kiss over where I'll wear his wedding band one day.

"I love you, Allison Shade. If you doubt anything else in life, never doubt my love for you and my insatiable need to make you happy. I'm going to spend an eternity shooting my hot load into your body and making babies. I want as many as you'll give me. I can't wait to see you grow plump with my baby. Merry Christmas, my angel."

My heart nearly bursts at his confession. How crazy is life? This morning I feared for my very life and then like some Christmas miracle or as if my guardian angel knew who my soulmate was, I'm being cherished and loved. "I love you, too, Mason. I don't know how something so deep as love can move so quickly, but I'm not going to question whatever guardian angel is looking out for me this time. I'm right where I need to be thanks to them."

I already feel the weight of my terrible childhood lift from my shoulders as I look into the future with the man I love. I rest a hand on my belly and I can't wait to start adding to the love.