Page 67 of Finding Us
I shouldn’t like hearing him call me that, but I do.
Raising my upper body into a sitting position, I place my flattened palms on his chest. My attention is firmly on him as I gradually begin to lower myself. I instantly feel the burn as I’m again, stretched to the limit, but the pleasure far outweighs any pain I’m feeling. He’s so big, but thankfully, he put the time into prepping me. There’s no way he’d fit if he didn’t. Despite my own body wanting to react, I remain focused on him as his eyes roll back in his head. A smile tugs at my lips when he groans loudly as I slowly bury him further inside me. There is something empowering about knowing it’s me that’s making him feel this way.
Mason lies perfectly still until I’m fully seated, giving me a chance to adjust. Only when he thinks I’m ready does he coax me to move by lifting my hips slightly, then dragging them back down. It feels different in this position, but equally incredible.
Following his lead, I start to roll my hips, grinding my clit against his pelvic bone with every pass. “Yes, that’s it, Red … fuck yes, just like that.”
The more I move, the better it feels, to the point where I can no longer seem to get enough. Like the experienced lover Mason is, he predicts this. His hands leave my hips, one moving up to tweak my nipple between his fingers, and the other circling my clit with his thumb. When his hips buck up, perfectly syncing with mine, I fall over the edge. This orgasm is more intense than any of the others, and I throw my head back and moan. By the time I ride the last wave, I’m seeing stars.
“That was so damn hot,” he growls, lifting my body off his.
For a moment I think we’re done, but he flips me onto my stomach, then drags me onto my knees. He places his hand on the back of my head, pushing it down into the pillow as he swiftly enters me again from behind.
“When I deliver number four, I want to hear you scream my name,” he demands.
I doubt he can achieve this … I’m not even sure if my body can take another one.
He fists my ponytail, lifting my face from the pillow so I can breathe, but my chin and upper body remain pinned to the mattress by his clenched fist that rests between my shoulder blades. His other hand moves back to my hip, and he grips me so hard as he pounds into me I’m worried he may leave bruises. But this … the way he’s taking me—owning my body—may be rough, but I love it. I love it so much that I push my hips back to meet him with every thrust. I can feel his balls slapping against my clit every time he drives home, and if he keeps this up, he may just get me to number four.
Everything about this moment does it for me. The grunting noises he’s making, the way he possessively takes my body, and how he moves inside me. I thought our first time was perfect, but this is so much more it scares me. Am I going to be able to walk away unaffected after this? I’m not sure if that’s possible.
His hand on my hip slides down between my legs. “I need you to come, babe, I don’t think I can hold back much longer … you feel too good.” When my inner muscles start to clamp around him, he stills.
“Wolf,” I cry out. I’m not sure if that’s the name he wanted me to scream, but that’s all I’m giving him.
His movements become jerky, and I can tell he’s coming by the ferocity of his groans. My only wish is I could see his face as he does.
When he releases me and withdraws, I flop down onto the mattress. I’m completely spent, but in the best possible way.
I watch him remove the condom, tying the end in a knot and dropping it on the bedside table beside the empty foil packet. “When I get feeling in my legs again, I’ll put it in the bin,” he says, lying down beside me and pulling me into his arms. He places a soft kiss on my temple, and it’s such a tender move I feel tears sting the back of my eyes. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you again, did I?”
“No.”
“I don’t know what it is about you, but you bring out the beast in me.”
“It must be all those wolf genes.”
“Fucking wolf,” he chuckles. “And by the way, that’s not the name I was wanting to hear screamed.”
I bite my bottom lip as my eyes meet his, because I gathered that. “You seem to bring out my rebellious side.”
He smiles, leaning in to place his lips on mine. “Don’t ever change, I like you just the way you are.”
Ditto.
I exit the bathroom once I’ve cleaned myself up and redressed, and Mason’s eyes track my movements as I cross the room. When I spot his boxer briefs lying on the floor near his trousers at the end of the bed, I bend down and scoop them up.
“What are you doing?” he asks as I bunch them into a ball and shove them down my top.
“My trophy,” I say, giving him a sweet smile. “It’s only fair that I get one too.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Who’s depraved now?”
“Unlike you, I’m not going to sniff them.”
He laughs as he rises from the bed and walks towards his dresser, retrieving and sliding into a pair of sweats. They sit low on his hips, showcasing his perfect ‘V’. I bite my bottom lip as my eyes scan over his defined abs.What is he doing to me?He just gave me four orgasms and I’m already wanting more.
“Like what you see, Red?” he asks, closing the distance between us.
