The Mate Challenge (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Sassy Mates Book 4) (12 page)

Emma stood under the spray for a while, letting the hot water hit her, draining the tension out of her stiff muscles. She didn’t know how Mason had been able to shower and head into the kitchen when all she’d done was shoot and stress and her body ached like she’d done a killer cardio class.

After toweling off and heading for her bedroom, she smiled when the first thing she saw was Mason holding a glass of wine out to her.

“Here, I bet this will make you relax a little faster.” He tugged on her robe, pulling her into his arms. “You doing okay?”

She sipped her wine, curling a hand around his neck and sighed. “Yeah.”

He guided her backwards, to the leather seat next to the bed. He sat down and drew her into his arms to sit on his lap. “I can hear your brain working.”

She grinned and glanced at his too handsome face. Mason wasn’t typical pretty boy, handsome. He was too harsh, too rugged for that. With his dark eyes and short spiky hair, he was cute. But adding his firm, chiseled jaw and strong dominating looks, he was fucking gorgeous. Not to mention the nipple piercings and the tattoos. They all added to give him a dangerous, bad-boy image that drove most women wild. Including Emma.

She wanted so badly for her relationship with him to work. He’d not done anything recently to try and control her actions, which she had expected. She hadn’t seen any of his usual overbearing jerk personality traits recently and that gave her hope. Maybe now that he saw she wasn’t an irresponsible woman with a death wish, he’d stop trying to control her comings and goings.

“Do you trust me?” She asked suddenly, surprising even herself with the question.

He cupped her chin and turned her face to meet his gaze. “Do I need to answer that?”

“I want to know if you have realized I’m not putting myself in unnecessary danger and trust me to do what I have to do without you having to babysit me.”

He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and took a deep breath. “I trust you. I’ve never not trusted you.”

She shifted on his lap, trying not to think about the hard-on pressing on her ass. “But?”

“There are no buts. I trust you. I worry about you. I will do whatever I need to in order to protect you and keep you safe. No buts.”

Dammit. It had been too good to be true. “Mason, you still think I’m reckless and put myself in danger for no reason, don’t you?”

“No. I think that because you are surrounded by shifters, you forget you’re human and don’t have the same healing strength we have.” He raised his brows. “Those cuts my mother suffered could have killed a human, but she was up on her feet like nothing a few hours later.”

Emma bit her lip. She understood what he meant. Seeing Barbara laying in a pool of blood had scared her. Not for herself, but for the people she loved. She didn’t want to see anyone else in the same position, so it made sense Mason didn’t want to see Emma that way either.

“You have to understand,” she said softly, “I was raised to be independent. To do whatever I felt needed doing for myself and others.” She caressed a hand over his scruffy day’s old beard. “Fear shouldn’t hold a person back from doing the right thing. That’s what my dad taught me.”

He grabbed the hand she’d placed on his face, brought it to his lips and kissed it. “I understand that, love. You have to understand that because I care about you, I won’t let any harm come to you. Ever. That means I protect you. Understand?”

A small smile flirted over her lips. “I understand. We are just not going to see eye to eye on this.”

“No. I think we have it figured out. You do what you have to do and I’ll have your back.” He said, taking the wine glass out of her hand. “And right now, I want to have your back literally.”

She laughed at his words. “You’re such a romantic.”

He lifted her in his arms and deposited her on the center of the bed. “You want romance? I can do romance.” He shrugged out of his clothes and hopped on the bed, pulling on the tie holding her robe closed until it came undone. “I want to lick your pussy and watch you come all over my mouth.” He pushed her back on the bed, peeling the robe from her body. “Then I want to fuck your pussy and your ass. Until I fill both holes with my cum.”

She gulped. “I like this romantic side of you.”

He grinned. “Just wait. I’ve got a lot more in store.”

She scooted up the bed, giving him space to join her. He hopped off the bed and opened her toy drawer on her bedside table. He pulled out one of her vibes and a bottle of lube.

“You got something in mind, Mr. Wolfe?”

He winked and dropped the toy and lube beside her on the bed. “I have more than something in mind. I’m going to eat your pussy, make you come and then I’m taking your ass for a ride.”

Shudders raced down her back with how rough and growly he said that. Like he’d been counting the hours until he could do that to her. Hell, okay. Maybe she’d been counting until she could have his face between her legs again. Not that she would admit to that.

He crawled back on the bed, pushing her legs wide and inhaling deep. “Fuck, Emma. You smell delicious. Like the ripest berries in summer.”

She gulped, watching him and moved her hands to rake her nails into his short, spiky hair.

“That sounds good. But how do I taste?” She grinned, hoping he’d hurry up and put his mouth on her.

It worked. Thank goodness! He pushed the back of her legs up to the point her knees were up by her chest and her ass and pussy were on display wide open.

She gasped. He ran his nose on her inner thigh, licking her softly with his cool tongue. “Right here, you taste like summer. Fresh. Clean. Delicious.”

“Good to know. What about lower?”

He winked and kissed her pussy lips, swiping his tongue over her swollen center and dipping it straight into her channel. “Here, you taste like heaven. Sweet like caramel with a flavor that’s uniquely you.”

Her. He liked how she tasted. That brought a smile to her face and an extra dose of frantic need into her blood.

He licked her again. This time he followed the lick with a groan and continued dips of his tongue into her pussy, drawing out her essence with his touch. “Scrumptious.”

She moaned, tugging on his hair for him to push his mouth on her clit. She held her breath as he grazed the tiny bundle with his teeth. Her muscles locked and a wave of heat pounded in her belly.

He slid a finger into her pussy, then a second. He fucked her with his finger and sucked her clit into his mouth. With his other hand, he tweaked at one of her nipples. The combination of sensations proved too much to bear.

She clawed at his hair, her hips rocking on his mouth, looking for traction. Finally, all broke. Her hips flew off the bed. She dove from the cliff of need into a sea of bliss.

“Oh!” She tried to hang on, but her body shook. Pleasure flooded her system. Endorphins swamped her muscles with joy. There was no fighting it. Only letting it happen and riding the wave.

Mason turned her on her tummy while she was still coming down from her orgasmic high.

She started out on all four and lowered her front to lay on the bed, leaving her on her knees in a submissive position.

“You don’t know how much I like seeing you this way,” he breathed.

She licked her lips and glanced over her shoulder. “With my ass up in the air?”

“Oh, yeah. Offering it to me.”

He was sick. And worse than that, so was she because she loved the things he said. Obviously they were meant to be with their perverted minds.

A cool trail of lube landed on her ass and traveled down, between her cheeks to her hole.

“Let me get the toy,” she said, holding her hand out under her body.

He placed the vibe into her hand. It had a curved body and flat head, ideal for clitoral stimulation.

Mason inserted a finger into her ass, pushing in and out. She tensed at first, not liking the invasion back there. Unlike some people, Emma wasn’t in love with the idea of anal sex when they started, but once she got into it, she enjoyed it. It was the getting her there that was the hardest.

“Relax, baby. I promise to make this good for you.”

She knew he would. He always did. Her pleasure was his top priority and she loved that about him. That didn’t take away from the fact she tensed up at the first sign of pain from something in her ass.

A second finger went in and he scissored them, stretching her and adding more lube into the mix. Once she was greased up, he placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her asshole. Mason always lubed himself up well to lower the discomfort level for her.

She pressed a button on the toy and rubbed it up and down her pussy. The soft buzzing helped shoot up her pleasure and take her mind away from his driving into her ass.

“Push out, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Make it easier for me to slide into you.”

He gripped her ass cheeks open, sliding his cock slowly into her ass with tiny see-saw motions. She pressed another button on the toy and the buzzing increasing. The vibration of the toy on her pussy sent her closer to the edge.

Before she knew it, he was inside her. He pulled back and thrust deep and fast.

“Ah, hell! Your ass is tight!”

She gasped. Darkness burned at the edges of her vision. Her muscles tensed, readying for her impending climax.

She pressed her face into the sheets. Her hand holding the toy shook. She didn’t hold back any longer. She placed the toy directly on her clit, allowing the vibration to take her to heaven. Her ass squeezed at Mason’s cock.

He growled, pumping faster into her. Pleasure engulfed her in sheer bliss, blanketing away any thought other than how good she felt. Her pussy grasped at nothing, looking for penetration. The tension ebbed away, leaving her filled with delight. Mini explosions rocked her core. God, that felt amazing.

He grunted, slowing his thrusts. His cock felt like a steel beam sliding into her. He bit his fingers into her hips and held her wiggling hips steady. Then he roared a howl. His hips jerked into her, his dick still pounding her from behind. He squeezed at her ass, pushing deep into her and filling her with his cum.

She couldn’t move. There was no way she’d move from there at all. Mason didn’t bother her. He slipped out of her ass and went to the bathroom. She heard the tub filling and knew he’d readied a bath for her. Sure enough, he returned moments later and picked her up in his arms.

“I can’t walk,” she mumbled, curling her arms around his neck and placing kisses on his throat.

“That’s why I’m carrying you. I told you I could be romantic.”

She snorted. “You just came in my ass.”

“I never said I was a clean romantic.”

* * *

Aria glanced around the bedroom, looking for something to wear. Emma had been kind enough to invite her over to meet some friends. Aria didn’t normally go out, but the human had been persistent. Besides, Aria liked her. She reminded her of her mother with the way she cared and tried to solve all the world’s problems. A soft knocking sounded at her door.

“Come in,” she called out, throwing a pair of black jeans on her bed.

“Mistress,” Chantal said from the door, “I was told you were going out tonight. But I thought you’d want to meet. I wanted to know if anyone found out about the human at Embraced.”

Aria struggled to rein in her temper. She hadn’t told anyone about Anton, so it was hard for her to discuss anything without giving away her fury. “I’ve decided we can wait until Julian and the others return before I continue my investigation.”

Chantal frowned, folding her hands in front of her. “I—,” she cleared her throat. “Do you think we are not doing a good enough job without their guidance?”

Aria stared at her assistant for a moment. “Where’s Claude?”

Chantal’s eyes went wide. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since yesterday.”

“This is the problem I am having. Nobody is doing anything that I requested. So I will give Julian, Penelope and Zane time to return from Spain before I get them on the case,” she said and turned to her closet to rummage through a row of tops.

“I admit, I haven’t heard anything from anyone here,” Chantal mused. “Are you sure it wasn’t a mistake?”

Aria gripped the soft material of a red top and yanked, tearing it from the hanger. She whirled to face Chantal with a glare. “I don’t make mistakes.”

“Well maybe Anton will find out more than I could,” Chantal shrugged. “He left yesterday to do some research.”

Yeah, she bet he did. She glanced away from Chantal and took a deep breath. “Hopefully something comes from that.”

Luckily for her, Aria owned the warehouse where Anton had set up his transaction. Aria had called Emma and they’d been able to arrange clean up so that no one in Aria’s clan knew what had happened there. In case someone else wanted to use the same place for a second meeting.

“If I see Claude, I will ensure he comes by to see you,” Chantal smiled. “I’ll keep my ears open for anything anyone says.”

“Thanks.”

Anyone in the clan could be dealing with Rahound for blood. Much to Aria’s disgust and irritation, she’d been played. They’d been drinking human blood and she’d been none the wiser. That was going to end the moment she found out who else was dealing with the shifter for humans.