You Belong To Me

Chapter 3

Ohh Eric," she whispers his name as her breath blows against her ear. Her soft voice is silent but maddening to him, like a song made just to rid him of his sanity. He feels her soft lips against the nape of his neck as her hands push his hair away, he feels his hairs stand, and his body shudder as her hands stroll down his spine.

"Your body is rigid against my touch, and you don't even know my name," she says, her voice sounds unfamiliar and foreign but soothing to his ears.

"Shut up," he says, and a little gasp escapes his lips as her cold hands go around his back and she presses her hands against his chest. She nibbles the tip of his ear and uses her long fingers to play with his n*****s.

"Don't bite more than you can chew woman," Eric says, "I can chew a lot, Eric" she whispers behind his ears, and he turns her around and pins her to the bed. His firm hands grip her elbows, and she turns away as if to hide from his gaze.

"Don't run away now, you started it" he says.

He eyes her smooth neck and lets his gaze fall to her bare chest. He eyes her naked body, and she pulls him into her warmth, he lifts her, and she wraps her legs around his naked body as he plants kisses all over her chest.

Her scent; it is intoxicating and almost indescribable. He runs his fingers across her belly as he kisses her lower thigh, tracing his way toward her love box before raising his head to catch her flustered gaze.

He smiles proudly and pulls her closer to himself, so her butt cheeks touches his thighs, he raises her up and holds her legs wide while she wraps her hands around his thick neck.

"Prepare yourself," he says and she closes her eyes and bites down on her lip as he arrogantly enters her, "Eric," she whimpers, "What is my name?".

"What is my name?" Eric Mason shoots up from his bed as the woman's voice echoes in his ears, "What the f**k?" he grunts and looks down on his briefs as it struggles to contain his hard wood.

"It has been ages since I had a wet dream," he says in a low voice, "Who is she? That scent, I can't get it out of my system," he says to himself. He closes his eyes as he tries to recall her face, he can remember her bright skin and her brown hair. She wore shades, so he couldn’t see her eyes or even hear her voice, but his mind did a good job of constructing those.

Sweat drips down his chest as he lies back down on the bed.

“Eric, get a grip," he grunts and stands up to get into the bathroom. His long black hair falls on his shoulders as he walks.

The cold waters hit his body, and his mind began to take on a serene state, but her face keeps flashing in his mind, his dream keeps coming up, and her scent keeps coming up like she is standing under the showers with him. He slaps his hand against the wall as the images of her begins to give him a hard on, "Is this it? Is she the one? Goddamn," he cusses as he feels his body heat up.

A knock comes up on the door before the door swings open, "Is the new head of the family up? Mother says I should tell you that you have a long day of sniffing girls who will get your d**k up?" a voice says as Eric dries his body up and returns to the spacious comfort of his room.

"And why has she sent you?" Eric asks as he tosses his towel to the side and walks into his walk-in wardrobe, "Well she doesn't think you are up for it and what better idea than to have Steven the wolf of good ol' smiles to chauffeur his royal majesty" the man says.

"I don't need your f*****g help, Steven." Eric says.

"I know, but Anita thinks you do and so here we are," the man replies.

Eric comes out of the wardrobe wearing a pair of dark blue denim jeans, an oxblood Versace long sleeve, and a pair of black Versace shoes. He walks toward the man in front of him; the man wears a black jacket with a gray top underneath, matching with a pair of black jeans.

Eric's brown eyes stare into Steven's, "If you do anything stupid, I will rip your head off," Eric threatens as his voice almost turns into a growl.

"Promises, come, brother. There is a certain hierarchy in this f*****g family, the people are ready to present their daughters and their chastity," Steven says with a broad smile. "So what is it going to be?"

"Shut up, Steven," Eric grunts as they walk out of the room.

They walk to the dining table, which is already arranged with the family members seated. The dining room has a large chandelier above the table, and the room is painted white and covered with a few landscape paintings around the place.

"You must have slept well," Anita says. She sits at one end of the table while the other end is empty, reserved for the alpha.

Eric pulls out the chair and sits, "I tried," he says.

Her dark green eyes stare at him and her long black hair relaxes against her shoulders. Not long ago that used to be her husband’s seat, "The full moon is coming up in a few weeks and we have a party to throw but the most pressing issue right now is the matter of your mate. You need to find one, fast" she says.

Eric opens the dish before him to reveal a plate of pork and potato soup, "How pressing can the matter of finding a girl be? Besides, I have a woman already," he says, and the Queen giggles, "I am talking about a woman fit to be the Luna of this pack and not some plaything you find amusing," she replied as she shot him a glare.

"If you had been around more, this would not have been an issue to begin with," she says.

Well, now I am here. We can work around that, but for now, I want to concentrate on the transfer of assets. I also want to see how the Laurel's branch of the company has been doing," Eric says in a stern voice.

"We have people that can handle that," Anita says exasperatingly.

"I believe big brother here is trying to avoid finding himself a mate," one of his siblings says, and Eric glares at him.

"I think you misunderstand the situation, If I am to find a Luna worthy of the Mason name. It isn't a matter to be rushed, we are talking about a woman who can live up to our mother's standards," he says, and a sudden silence hits the occupants at the dining table.

"Now that sounds tough," Steven says, and a short laugh is shared between the siblings except Eric himself. A laugh that isn't appreciated by the Queen as she coughs to signal her disapproval.

She beats her fingers on the table, "Be fast with that by the time you are done, you will have an eligible set of women for you to examine," "It doesn't happen like that. Choosing a mate isn't like finding a random woman to be my wife,"

"You should be open to it to begin with, it may surprise you how fast the bond can be formed if you try" Anita says as she holds gaze with Eric.

Both holds each other's gaze for a minute and the rest of the table feel the uncomfortable tension that builds, "Very well," Eric says and a few sighs are heard.

"f**k, the tensions on this table is crazy" Steven laughs.

His breath is hot against her skin, and she feels her hairs stand at the roughness of his touch, he nibbles at her neck and strolls down to her collarbone, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Her hand presses into his broad shoulders as his lips go lower to the top of her breasts.

She tries to cover her body, but he holds her hands apart, his grip his firm and unmoving. He puts her hands together and holds it with one hand while his other hand travels down her thighs. His fingers trace her thighs softly before pushing them apart, she lets out soft moans as she feels his rough hands draw closer to her love hole.

His tongue caresses her n****e, drawing little circles around it before taking a soft bite at its pink texture. She groans as he pulls her n****e gently, his hot breath making it stand hard every time he takes a lick. She shudders as his fingers rub her clit before slipping into her wetness. His moist finger returns to her clit to play with it, using slow circular motions to send pleasures through her body.

He slips two fingers into her p***y and slowly thrusts back and forth while she grips him tightly and moans.

He slowly increases his tempo, she feels his fingers reach her insides, her moans increase as his hand goes around her neck while he locates her love spot.

Her nectar wet his fingers and lets it slip in and out with more vigor, each thrust pushing her to the edge as he slips in and out. She grips the sheets as she fills climax close by, "Eric make me c*m," she moans as her mind falls into a wave of pleasure.

Margaret wakes up with sweat dripping down her face and her chest, she can't believe she just had a dream about Eric Mason. He didn't say a word, and she hadn't been close with him before, but her dream was very vivid.

She stares up at the milk ceiling, gasping for breath as if she had just run a marathon. Images of Eric Mason flash in her mind and a mischievous smile comes across her face, "Eric Mason, goddamn."