55. Shya

Chapter fifty-five

Shya

A ll during the celebrations, I felt Mason's eyes on me. The heat from them followed me around, making me squirm with anticipation. I put up with it for precisely one hour (and I only managed this through my many years of hard-core Alpha training), and then something within me snapped. I had to have Mason. Now.

He was standing with Ryan, Derek, Mai, and Due-lah. I wasn't sure how much attention he was paying to the others, as his eyes tracked me as I walked toward them.

"So, there I was, covered in motor oil and holding a rubber chicken—" Due-lah was saying, gesticulating wildly.

Mai's face was one of careful blankness. "I'm not sure I even want to know how this story ends."

"Earth to Mason," Derek said, waving a hand in front of Mason's face. "You still with us, bro?"

Mason blinked. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

Mai followed Mason's line of sight, a knowing smirk on her lips as she caught sight of me. "I think someone's a bit distracted," she teased.

"Sorry to interrupt," I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline rushing through me. "Mason, can I borrow you?"

"Of course, princess."

"Have fun!" Mai winked at me, and I grinned back at her. I fully intended to.

I reached out, taking Mason's hand. "Come with me," I whispered, tugging him away from the crowd. "I want to show you something."

We walked hand in hand through the forest, the sounds of the celebration fading behind us. The earth was cool beneath my bare feet, and I reveled in the feeling of freedom. No more pretenses, no more masks. Just me and Mason, exactly as we were meant to be.

"You know," Mason said as we ducked under a low-hanging branch, "when I imagined our mating day, I didn't picture a nature hike. Though I'm not complaining about the view." His eyes trailed over my white dress.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. "Eyes front, wolf boy. We're almost there."

We ducked around a tall oak, and there it was. The small wooden hut stood nestled among a sea of wildflowers. The flowers, usually a riot of colors during the day, swayed gently in the night breeze, their petals shimmering like pale ghosts in the moonlight.

Behind the hut was a small lake, its surface a mirror, perfectly still and reflective, and capturing the full moon's image, creating a second celestial orb that seemed to float just beneath the water's surface. Fireflies darted here and there, their bioluminescent flashes creating a living constellation that mirrored the stars above.

"What is this place?"

I smiled. "This was my hideout when I was a kid. Whenever the pressure of Alpha training got too much, I'd come here to escape."

Mason turned to me, his expression softening. "And now you're sharing it with me?"

I nodded, suddenly feeling a bit shy. "It seemed fitting. This place has always been my sanctuary, and now … well, you're my sanctuary, too. With you, I don't need my armor; I can just be me."

Mason's expression turned wolfish. "Really? Shall we put it to the test, princess? Tell me, Shya, in explicit detail, exactly why you brought me here. What is it you want me to do?"

Oh, fuck.

My eyes widened as I felt heat spreading over my entire body. I couldn't. I just couldn't say out loud all the things I wanted him to do to me.

Mason must have seen my face because his grin turned predatory. "If you say it, princess, I'll do it."

I took a deep breath, keeping my gaze steady on him. My heart thumped in my chest, anxiety and excitement scrambling for dominance in my mind. This was it, that moment of complete vulnerability. The idea of speaking my thoughts, my desires, felt like diving off a cliff into the unknown, as thrilling as it was terrifying.

"I want …"

"Yes, princess?"

I was a future Alpha, for fuck's sake. I could do this. I stood up straight, took a breath, and started counting off the things I wanted on my fingers. "I want you to undress me. I want to feel your hands on my breasts, tweaking my nipples until I beg for more. I want you to put your …" I could do this. "Your fingers inside of me while you lick and suck my clit until I come. Then …"

"There's more?" Mason said, pretending to be shocked.

"A lot more, yes. Then I want to feel your … um … your cock inside of me."

Oh, the Goddess, I was going to die of embarrassment.

"Uh-huh." Mason started to stalk toward me. "And what will my cock be doing inside of you?"

"Oh. Um. Moving?"

"Moving?"

"Yes, moving. In and … and out?"

Mason laughed. "Well done, princess. I'll let you off the rest. For now."

Well, thank the Goddess for that.

Mason's grin lingered as he strode to me, his dark eyes filled with a wicked promise. "Step one, princess," he said, his voice a sultry promise in the nighttime air. He reached for me, his hands finding the hem of my dress. I gasped as his fingers brushed against my skin, a flurry of goosebumps erupting in their wake.

Slowly, he began to lift the fabric. His eyes never left mine, that wicked grin still playing on his lips. He pulled it higher, revealing my thighs first and then my hips. Then he pulled it up and over my head.

My panties were next, sliding down with a silky whisper until I was standing there, almost fully revealed under the star-streaked sky. Mason's eyes went to my breasts, which were pressing against the material of my bra. I felt a flush creep up from my chest to my face.

"Now," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Step two. Let's see about these nipples you want me to play with."

I watched as Mason reached out and traced his thumb over the peak of my breast through the fabric. With his other hand, he unclasped my bra, and it fell away from my body. I was utterly laid bare now in front of him under the moonlight.

My nipples hardened instantly under the sensation, and a wave of heat flooded through me. His thumbs brushed back and forth over my bare nipples, the slight pressure sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Then he rolled my nipples between his fingers, tweaking them slightly.

Oh, wow!

"More," I breathed. He bent down slightly, his breath fanning against my skin just seconds before his lips closed around my nipple. A jolt of intense pleasure shot through me, causing my knees to buckle slightly. His arms moved around me instantly, holding me steady while his teeth gently grazed one nipple, then the other. The sensation was electric, and I found myself pressing closer to him, craving more.

His hands moved lower now, skimming over my flat belly to pause at the juncture between my thighs. His wicked grin told me that he was about to take it up a notch, and I braced myself for it.

"Step three," he whispered as he picked me up and lay me down on the ground. His hot breath ghosting over my sensitive flesh, he settled between my thighs, sending waves of pleasure washing over my skin.

"You are fucking drenched, princess," he murmured. "And I get to lick this all up."

I gasped as his tongue traced the line of my folds, exploring the damp heat of me in broad strokes at first.

"You taste divine," he said before his attention became more focused. His tongue began to circle my clit, applying just enough pressure to make my hips jerk upward. An involuntary moan escaped from my lips as Mason's tongue flicked against my most sensitive spot. Then my legs trembled as he slowly sucked my clit into his mouth. I could feel his firm hold on my hips, his other hand splayed wide against my abdomen to ground me, to keep me from completely losing myself. His tongue swirled around the small bud before he gently nipped at it with his teeth. The sensation was so intense that a shocked cry tore from my lips.

Mason chuckled low against me, sending warm vibrations through me that made me squirm and moan louder. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he slipped a finger inside of me.

"Oh Goddess, Mason …" I groaned out, feeling my climax beginning to build within me. "Don't stop."

The intensity of it all was overwhelming, far beyond anything I'd ever experienced before. Each flick of his tongue was like a strike of lightning, illuminating every nerve in my body.

His tongue circled my clit faster now, his lips sucking and nipping until I was crying out, bucking against him in a desperate search for release. Every touch felt amplified tenfold as I neared climax; each stroke of his tongue was a whiplash of pleasure through my veins.

His tongue danced as each stroke of his fingers sent shockwaves through me, and then his fingers inside me curled upwards slightly, hitting a spot that had my back arching and my mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe; there was just Mason and the things he was making me feel. I cried out, my hips bucking in time with his thrusts as the orgasm crashed over me.

I collapsed against the ground. The scent of Mason and me, of our desire, mingled with the wildflowers, and it was intoxicating.

"Step four," Mason's voice was deep and full of desire.

I squinted my eyes at him. "I don't remember a step four."

He grinned. "It's cute that you think that."

Oh. Right.

"Mason, I've never … I mean, yes, in dreams, and I have a very effective vibrator, but with another person … That is, I—"

"It's also cute when you get so nervous you ramble."

"I am not rambling!"

"You're rambling."

"I'm trying to explain, I'm—"

"You're a virgin, princess. I know."

"Oh."

"Oh? That's it? Just ‘oh'? No more rambling?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling strangely vulnerable.

"No," I said simply, a slight blush creeping up my face.

"Princess, look at me. If you don't think that this is a fucking wonderful gift you are giving me, you are out of your mind. I'm going to be the first to sink my cock into you. To watch you come while I move—yes, in and out—inside of you is a fucking honor, one I will cherish and treasure for eternity."

"But what if … what if it's bad? What if I'm bad?"

Mason laughed. "Where have you been on this journey of ours? Our chemistry is insane, princess. How can anything physical between us be bad?"

"I don't know how—"

"I do. I'll show you. You don't need to worry about a thing, princess. You're going to lie back and let me do all the work this time."

"This time?"

He grinned wickedly at me. "This time," he repeated.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest as his eyes bore into mine, the look in them making me shiver with anticipation. He gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face, his touch soft and tender. "Ready?"

I swallowed hard, the word "yes" barely a whisper on my lips. A slow grin spread across his face as he leaned down to capture my lips with his own. The passion in his kiss left me breathless, all thoughts of doubt fleeing from my mind. I stopped thinking and let my body take over.

His fingers traced the curve of my hip before sliding down to my inner thigh. He spread my legs wider, granting him more access. His eyes never left mine as he positioned himself at my entrance.

He paused, looking deep into my eyes.

"Say it," he ordered. "Say what you want."

I swallowed. "I want … I want your cock inside—Oh!"

My eyes widened as he pushed himself inside of me, not fast, but not slow, either. Just a steady pace of him filling me up, stretching me until he was fully inside. Then he paused, allowing me to adjust.

It felt fucking amazing. My vibrator had never felt like this. The heat coming off him, the silky-smooth feel of his cock pressing against my walls. No one had ever told me about this.

"Princess, you okay?"

I could barely form a coherent thought, but managed to nod faintly.

"You want me to move? In and out?"

He was teasing me, but I didn't care. I didn't want him to move; I needed him to.

"Mason, please," I gasped, urging him on.

His smile was wolfish. "That's my princess," he murmured before beginning to move. The motion was slow and steady at first, a rhythm that had me gripping on to him, my breath hitching at each stroke.

It was overwhelming and intoxicating all at once, an exquisite fullness that had nothing to do with just how much of him there was inside me. It was more. It was this connection, tangible and electrifying, that we were creating; it was raw, beautiful, and I needed more.

I rolled my hips, bucking, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Yes!"

He drove himself deeper within me, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. I could feel him hitting places inside me that I didn't even know existed.

Then he hooked one of my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper inside me. He delved into me again, each powerful thrust echoing through the night air. I was reduced to a writhing mess beneath him, the pleasure intense and all-encompassing.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice strained. "You, this, everything, it's so amazing, princess."

His words sent a violent shiver through me, igniting something primitive within me, and I felt his control slipping, the pace increasing as he lost himself in the moment. I wanted him to lose control, wanted to show him it was nothing to be scared of. He wouldn't hurt me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in, urging him on. His control vanished. He went wild with desire, thrust into me again and again and again. He was everywhere all at once. His scent filled my nostrils while his muscular arms held me against him, his strong body moving above mine in a rhythm that promised to break us both. The pure pleasure that spread through me was intoxicating; each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

All rational thought left me as pleasure started to coil tighter and tighter within me. "Mason," I gasped again, pushing up to meet him with each thrust. "I'm… Oh Goddess … I'm …"

His movements grew erratic as he neared his own peak. His breath hitched when he pushed himself even deeper into me one last time before I shattered underneath him, screaming out his name as he emptied himself inside of me. It was mind-blowingly incredible.

Why the fuck had I waited so long to feel this with Mason?

Then all thoughts fled as my entire body seized. My back arched as my Pack bonds erupted; one flaming red thread, my bond with Mason, set fire to the whole lot. In that moment, I could feel everything, see everything that Mason could. His love for me, his fierce need for me. I was drowning in him, in his thoughts and emotions. I felt like a ship caught in the maelstrom, tossed around in an ocean of love and desire so profound that it made my heart ache. The shockwave hit me so fiercely it was as if I had been thrown against a wall—Mason's emotions bled into mine until I didn't know what was mine and what was his.

Then the world spun, the fire banked, and I was back in Mason's arms, panting heavily and wishing I could feel that again.

"The fated … the bond …"

Mason grinned. "I know. It sealed. I felt it, too."

"I saw … The things I saw … felt …"

He reached down, still panting, and placed a hand over my stomach. "I particularly liked the one with our pups in it."

I frowned. "Pups?"

"You didn't get that one?"

I shook my head, not sure what he was saying.

"I saw the pups that we just made. They're very cute, just like their mother."

"Pups? As in plural?"

He didn't answer, just grinned, then leaned down and kissed me.