Rogue. Beta

5. MASON

When I was a boy, my father told me the smell I love most in the world would be the scent I first associate with my mate. That was when the concept of a mate first gripped me. I was fascinated by the idea of smelling something awesome and then meeting someone who completed me. Loving and cherishing them for the rest of my life.

 For him, it had been the smell of old books. I thought it would be citrus for me. It wasn't. It was something sharp and gripping. A scent I used to love as a child but had completely forgotten.

My first words to my mate were not what I had dreamed them to be.

“I didn’t ask for a whore.”

After a full day of girls trying to get with me, I shouldn’t be faulted for thinking one of them had managed to crawl into my bed uninvited. There was also a chocolate n****e peeking at me from beneath my covers. A nude stranger was in my bed.

 I hadn’t caught the scent then.

“Who – who are you?” Her silken voice sent a rage of lust through me.

“You’re in my bed. You should know.”

I approached the stranger in my bed. Her legs kicked off the covers as she scrambled out of bed. I knew the moment she realised her nudity but it was too late. My eyes already drank in her naked body.

She was petite with beautiful curves. I especially liked the soft swell of her chest and the chocolate buds pointing straight at me. Unfortunately, she pulled the sheets to cover the work of art that was her body.

“You –“

“You smell amazing.” And she did. Really f*****g amazing. I wanted to eat her up “What are you –” It was then I finally caught the scent. My wolf howled one word, “Mate.”

I gripped her jaw with trembling hands, eyes roaming her face in wonder. I had searched the world for her while she waited for me at home – right in my bed. With no clothes on.

“L – let go of me.” Her voice quivered and my heart slammed.

Those were the last words I wanted to hear from anyone, especially not my mate. I was worried for the split second it took for me to sniff her arousal.

“Five years. I’ve waited five years for you and now you’re in my room...naked and you think I would let you go?” I almost laughed. “I think I’m going to keep you, pumpkin. Forever.”

It was a heady scent. Her arousal. It drove me and my wolf bunkers.

“I – I will scream.” There was no threat in her words. It made me smirk.

“Oh, doll. You can’t scream with a tongue in your mouth.” I said, eyeing her luscious pink lips.

“Wh – mmmmfh.” I swallowed up her question.

Her lips were a burst of flavour. She tasted divine. I could taste a bit of toothpaste but everything else was her and I could not get enough.

I forced myself to not be overanxious. It was only our first kiss. There would be hundreds – thousands more to come. There was no need to rush. She was mine for life. My hands tightened around the nape of her neck and she moaned.

She freaking moaned around my tongue. It was low and sultry and the sexiest sound I ever heard. Desire jolted through my body like a surge of electricity that ignited my balls

Groaning, I pulled her closer to me. The sheets she had held against her body were already discarded, tickling my ankle.

She gasped in surprise as my hands fisted her hair while the other gripped her butt. I used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue further into her mouth.

Desperation poured from my wolf to me as I devour her mouth. I was desperate to devour someplace else but baby steps.

Her hands reach up to unbutton my shirt, sliding it off my shoulder to the ground. She was the one to break the kiss.

“f**k,” I groaned as her lips latch onto my skin. Her teeth scrapped across the flesh on my chest and liquid fire spread through my being. “Oh f**k, that’s good.”

Her mouth attached to a spot, sucking and biting, marking me. She freaking left a mark on me and goddess, I almost blew. Right there and then.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked in a raspy voice.

“Could ask you the same,” She hummed against my skin, voice thick with lust.

I pulled her head back to mime, missing the taste of her lips. My shirt was gone and she was never wearing one. The feeling of her soft breasts pressed against my hard chest was indescribable. I had never ever felt anything so arouusing.

She was small, reaching only to my chest. Standing on her tiptoes gave her a boost but bending forward so much didn’t make for the most comfortable position. My neck started to hurt pretty soon so I hauled her back into bed. I was on her before she fully landed.

“Hello there,” I grinned. Her hands reached up to push back strands of my hair that had escaped from their hold.

“H –“ Her breath hitched as I took an enticing bud into my mouth. “Oh.”

I felt the burn of her hunger as her legs wrapped around my torso, holding me to her. Not like I was going to leave. Never planned to. I had wanted her before I even met her and now? Now I was going to fasten her to my side. This girl with her big honey eyes that were half obscured by lust belonged to me.

She was mine to hold and love for eternity. Mine to cherish. And , oh, I was going to cherish her. I gripped her wandering hands, holding them captive above her head. She writhed under me, letting out soft mewling sounds that made me hazy with desire.

My other hand thumbed throw her body, brushing against her puckered n*****s. Her body repeatedly lifted off the bed, only held down by my right hand.

I moved up to her throat, admiring it, caressing it, marking it. Marking my territory. An animal instinct to mark, to claim, burned through me. Five years. I waited five years to have her. The instinct to bite intensified, tripled over a hundred folds as her words spurred me on.

“Oh. I like it when you do that,” She purred so I did it again, running my teeth across the line of her throat, licking and nipping. “Oh fuck.”

I had heard the first touch of intimacy amongst mates burned with a pronounced fervour. I had dreamt of it but words could not describe it. I was burning and I could feel her burning alongside me. The world fell away and the only thing that existed were the both of us, in that space, in that time. She was mine. f**k, she was mine and I had to make her feel good. I needed to make her feel good.

I was pressed as tightly as I could against her but I had to be closer. I needed to be closer. Her legs tightened behind my back, caging me to her body.

She trashed against me, wriggling her hands in my grip. The moment I let her go, she attacked my jean. I kicked off my shoes as she worked off my belt and together, we wiggle out of my jean, leaving behind my socks and cotton briefs.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against her skin, licking a line from her throat to her belly button. Her stomach was flat and tight, toned like the rest of her body. Her hands gripped my hair hard enough to hurt – just how I liked it.

“You’re – oh my god.” One hand left my hair to shove into her mouth, blocking out her voice.

I wanted her screams as much as I wanted her body. I wanted everything she had to offer. I wanted her, full stop.

“I want to hear you, Princess. I want your screams.” She nodded, taking out her hands automatically. Like a good little girl.

“Good.” I rewarded her with a kiss.

I continued my ministration, tasting her skin and perceiving the scent of her body wash – something with strawberries.

“f**k,” She cried out as I buried my face in the patch of neatly trimmed dark hair below her waist. Goddess, the scent of her arousal damn near drove me insane.

She had a sharp taste that exploded all over my taste buds, bringing them alive. There was a slight saltiness and good gracious, I had never been hungrier in my life.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” Her legs tightened behind my neck.

Her body trembled at her release, legs slackening on my shoulders. I drew back up, painfully hard. I kissed her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her hands pushed down my briefs as she sucked on my tongue. My vision went blank the moment she gripped me. I swore into her mouth as she jerked me. Her fingertip brushed against my head and it took all my willpower to stay up, to not collapse as my eyes rolled.

I had to swallow hard, clench my eyes shut and breathe in slowly. Else, it would not last. I would not last.

“Holy fuck.” I breathed out.

I had to brace myself, planting my hands beside her head. My head fell into her neck, eyes shut tightly. Teeth sinking into her flesh to stall my shout.

Willpower. I needed willpower. I was twenty freaking three. I wasn’t going to spend in few minutes like a freaking teenage boy on his first time. I had done this – f**k s**t, every single fling from the past year was nothing. No one could compare and I didn’t even try.

This was my mate. The person who was made specifically for me. She was mine. She was freaking mine and everything she did was a hundred times better. Her touch was a thousand times more electrifying.

“Goddess, you have no freaking idea how much I want you right now,” I murmured into her neck.

“Then have me,” She whispered back. “You can have me, Mason. Gods, I want you to have me.” Of course she knew my name.

Who rejects a goddess handed to them on a platter of gold? Only a fool. I was never a fool. I didn’t need telling twice.

With shaky hands, I lined my shaft against her glistening entrance, trembling ever so slightly. I was playing a risky game. A dangerous one. I could barely hold myself from rushing in considering how blood roared in my ear, how my wolf howled and how excited I was. If she didn’t want to wear my mark so soon, I didn’t think I would be able to stop my wolf.

By some miracle, I managed to hold myself off from ripping into her. I held myself incredibly still as her jaw slackened and her eyes rolled back. She gasped, face scrunching up. It was pure torture and hell, I deserved a medal for that bit of restraint.

“Oh fuck.” Her hips lifted, drawing me deeper.

“It’s – It’s okay. You can – You can move. Please, I need you to –“

Goddess, I could not think of not doing as she asked. As she pleaded.

With painstaking slowness, I pressed in, biting my tongue to hold off a cuss. Sweat rolled down my body as I exercised restraint like I had never done before. Gritting my teeth, I pushed in gradually, sinking in as far as I could then withdrawing. Until she was urging me to go faster. Her hips rose every time I drew back, chasing me.

“f**k, you’re mine, love. You’re f*****g mine,” My wolf snarled.

“Yeah, I’m yours and you’re mine. Make me yours, Mason. Claim me,” Her eyes weren’t hers anymore than mine belonged to me.

It was melody to my ear. More beautiful words had never been spoken. And I did. I claimed her.

My teeth sank into the space between her neck and collarbone with the first spurt of my seed in her.