His Devilish Mate

Public shananigans

MALLERY'S POV

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"That's a dress?" I ask baffled as I stare at the very little material with holes in it on the plastic doll in the window, "I assume it it," Jason snorts. We're walking past stores while we finish our ice cream. He was right, this ice cream does taste like heaven, it's so smooth and sweet, and the Oreos and caramel mixed with the vanilla ice cream is a wonderful combination. "I just don't want something tight,", "Well that's kind of impossible..." Jason starts to laugh, the sound of his low chuckle makes a shiver run down my spine as I suck on the small plastic spoon in my mouth. "I just want to be comfortable," I mutter as I finish the last bit of my ice cream and toss it into the bin. "Then we will look for it," he leans over and I get a whiff of his musky scent as he tosses the cup into the bin. It feels like he purposely pulls away slowly, like I'm dreaming and it all feels like a haze. His scent is so luring that I absentmindedly lean into his embrace. His hands capture my arms, pushing me back, "Are you okay?" he asks with a concerned look in those olive orbs.

"Yes," I answer in embarrassment. I slightly suck my lips into my mouth, biting down on them from the inside, "Then what was that?" he asks, towering over me and instead of feeling intimidated, I feel safe. It feels like I'm covered from all the evil in the world and he's this big teddy bear, shielding me. "What are the chances of you believing me if I said I just wanted a hug?" I sound ridiculous, I never been hugged before. I never experienced the soft, gentle love of a hug. It was hard watching my siblings get everything I couldn't get because of fear. Jason's head tilts to the side as his eyes slightly widened, "If it's the truth," he shrugs and I shrug too, sighing as my shoulders fall. "I don't know, I don't know what that was," I drag my hands over my head, "I just...your scent smelled so good that I just...I leaned in. I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't control my own body and I just leaned in and followed my heart." my teeth dig into my bottom lip as I stare at him with flushed cheeks.

"That's okay," his smile is undescribable, it makes me feel more at home than I ever did. His fingertips brush my hair over my shoulder before his knuckles brush over my cheeks. "You can hold me whenever you want, ferum unum," he breathes out and I c**k my head to the side, "What does that mean?" it's starting to feel like he's teasing me. "You'll find out soon enough," he grins, brushing his thumb over the soft skin right under my eye. "Still want that hug?" he offers, changing the subject. "No," I sigh, turning away from him. I do want his arms wrapped around me, I want him pulling me close to his body and holding me, but what if I cry again like I did after he kissed my forehead? I don't want to cry in a public place, let alone in front of him. "Oh come on, just because I won't tell you what that means?" he laughs. I nod, not wanting to tell him the real reason that I don't want to hug him anymore. "Fine, let's just look for a dress then," he beams, still chuckling as he catches up to me.

We have browsed five stores already and all I find is ugly dresses and tight ones, "I'm tired," I lie, I just don't feel like getting my hopes up again for this. "Just this one more," he tugs on my hand, pulling me towards yet another store with a smile on his face. Walking in, I stay with my lips pressed in a thin line while my eyes trail over the slim dresses hanging around. "What about this?" he asks and I turn, looking at him holding a light purple colour dress, it's long, "It's stretchy," he grins and I frown, "It looks tight,", "Just try it on?", "You said that about three dresses already," I argue and he gives me this look that I can't ignore, I can't say no. I sigh as I walk over, holding out my hand and I take it, looking around for the dressing room. "This way," he nods his head and I follow him to a small entrance, but walking in, the dressing room is big. I try on the dress and it feels comfortable. The material fits like a glove, but it's also stretchy. It doesn't feel as tight as the other dresses, "How does it fit?" he asks, pulling the curtain away and looking in at me.

I watch in the reflection of the large mirror how his eyebrows raise as his eyes trail down the back of my body. My back is mostly open, it has a very low cut and I think that's why I don't mind it. It has straps over my back, but being able to move freely and feel comfortable makes this dress acceptable. "It fits great," I mutter baffled, I really didn't think I'd find a dress and look this good in it. "Well you look great," he steps inside, closing the curtain behind him. I whip around, staring up at him with wide eyes, "What are you doing?", "I just want to help you get out of the dress," his head gently tilts to the side as he inches closer. I wanted to tell him off before he did that, but now I'm in a trance and I lean in, kissing him. He smiles against my lips as his hands find the side of my dress, undoing the zip. He slowly pulls the straps off of my shoulders and the material slowly slides off my body.

His hands drag from my waist to my back before his arms tightly wrap around me, pulling me against his chest as our heads tilt and we deepen the kiss when his tongue slips into my mouth. My fingers rake into his hair as I tug him closer. He stumbles forward, pushing me against the cold mirror and his one hand hikes my one leg up. I dig the small heel of my shoe into his calf, and his hand massages my outer thigh, his finger tips gliding up and down, causing a shiver to run down my leg and heat to wrap around my spine. I push him off me, lowering my leg and I step forward, grabbing his shirt while he stares at me baffled and I pull him closer, turning him before I push him down onto the bench and part my legs as I climb onto his lap. He sits back as he watches me climb into his lap and I don't even think about anything as I lock my arms around his neck and kiss him again. I rock my hips forward, the tingling in between my legs needing to feel his hard wood against it once more.

His large hand gropes my ass as he pulls and pushes me faster and I groan as I feel myself becoming more wet, my panties soaked with my juices. "Is everything okay in there?" the woman's voice makes us pull away, but I don't stop grinding against him while staring into his eyes, "Yes, thanks!" I beam breathlessly and he grins, shaking his head with a proud look in his eyes. His hair is messy and his lips raw, 'Faster,' he mouthes with a grin on his face and I do as he says, my legs weak and shaky as I grind against his crotch. "Does the dress fit?" she asks, "Yes," I beam while rolling my eyes. "We have other colours in it too, would you like to see it?", "I'll be out in a minute," I grit out, annoyed that she's not leaving. I hear her walk off and my excitement makes me kiss him with need. We pant breathlessly between our kisses, my heart feeling like it's going to beat right out of my chest while we make out.

His hand slides up my thighs, going more inward and when his thumb presses against my throbbing clit, I moan into his mouth. He suddenly sticks his tongue into my mouth, muffling the sound as his thumb starts to circle over the material of my underwear. "Jace," I breathe out while my entire body feels like it's turning to stone with every muscle tensing, "Keep going," he breathes out in a demanding tone. I push through the blissfully tensing in my body as I continue to grind against him, my head dropping back as I bite my lip to not make a sound, but as a noise escapes my throat, he shoves two of his fingers into my mouth. "Come on," he growls lowly as he circles my clit faster, the material feeling like a boundary and I gag when his fingertips touch the back of my throat. "f**k," he curses, pushing me off him and he turns me, giving my ass a soft slap before pulling me down onto his lap. His erection pokes me in the ass and his fingers dig into my skin as they drag to the front to my abdomen and my walls clench when his fingers dip into my panties, his hot fingers brushing over my clit and it's wet, his fingers smoothly brushing between my folds.

I hold his strong arms, my nails digging into his flesh as his fingers slide into my hole, I gasp at the pleasurable feeling erupts through my body and my head drops back against his shoulder as my legs are spread wide apart over his knees. They start to shake as my abdomen flexes and they pull together when my orgasm smacks right into me. He has his hand over my mouth to muffle my shriek while he kisses down my neck, nipping at my skin. I sit back against him as he slides his fingers out of me, his kisses becoming slower as he kisses my cheek, "Good girl," he mutters against my ear while his free hand brushes through my hair. I am not completely sure what just happened, but I feel great, more complete. All the tenseness in my neck is gone and I feel relaxed. "You have to get dressed," he taps the side of my leg, "Fine," I sigh and grab my clothes from the small shelf that's bolted to the wall. "Are you really going to try on more dresses?" he asks, "No, I might look at them but I want this dress," I pick the dress up and put it on the hanger before we leave.