The Claiming by Cooper (Jara & Mason)
Chapter 81
Mason
I’m confident that I will never tire of hearing my mate scream my name as her body contracts around me and she bares her neck to me in submission.
I gently bring her body down, the contractions around my fingers slowing, I slide them out of her, watching as she raises her head, her eyes glazed with her o*rgas*m.
I slide my hands under her a*s*s, and pull my legs up, lifting us out of the bathtub. “We need to wash your hair, mate, then we’ll take our time, completing our bond.”
As I walk her to the shower, she begins nuzzling my neck, before leaning in and kissing me. Her hands wrap around my neck as I step into the shower, making sure the water is warm. As we kiss, I step with her under the shower, letting the water wash over both of us.
She pulls away, leaning her head back, and I lower her to the floor. I grab the shampoo, pouring some into my hand before turning her around, pulling her against me and working my soapy fingers into her hair.
When I’m done, I turn her back around, rinsing out the shampoo before, washing it again. When her hair is clean, I mb some conditioner into it. Throughout this process, we don’t speak. When she’s turned toward me, she and I just look at each other. I don’t know if it’s the same for her, but for me, I can’t believe this amazing woman is m my arms where she’ll be forever. So, I stare at her, trying to believe that she’s real.
When she’s turned away from me, the feel of her body pressed against mine feels very real and is making me more and more uncomfortable. By the time I turn off the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her, my d*ic*k is so hard it’s painful. All I want to do is to bury myself in her warm, wet p*uss*y.
I dry myself quickly before wrapping the towel around my hips and grabbing another one to towel dry Jara’s hair. When it’s as dry as I can get it, I take her brush and run it through her hair. She’s facing me, but her eves are closed, and I can hear her soft whimpers as I slowly brush through her hair. When I’m done, I kiss her nose, before quickly running the brush through my hair.
Then, I reach down and scoop her up into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck as I cany her to the bed. I pull the blankets back, laying her on the sheets before opening her towel. A low, possessive growl leaves my lips as I look at the beautiful woman lying in front of me.
I take my hands, running them over her cheek, to her neck, down her chest, taking a moment to caresses her b*reas*ts, gently tugging on first one n*ipp*le then moving to the other. I look back up at her face, making sure she’s watching me, before moving my hand lower, gently rubbing her stomach, before sliding my hand between her legs.
“Still so wet.” I say, watching her. Her soft whimper is all the encouragement I need.
As I watch her, I slide my fingers over her c*li*t, beginning to mb circles over it, as her body arches m pleasure. Since she lifted them for me, I lean down and take one of her n*ipp*les into my mouth, licking, sucking and nipping at it until her whimpers become moans and her moans turn to gasps of pleasure.
I slide my fingers into her warm p*uss*y, feeling how slick and wet she is. I stand, looking at her, still moving my fingers inside her. I pull my towel off, giving her a moment to look at me as I continue to stroke her.
My beautiful mate reaches out her hand and begins stroking my aching c*oc*k. She watches me, her eyes dark as night, as she strokes in rhythm to my fingers sliding in and out of her.
I feel her body jerk, her p*uss*y walls fluttering around my fingers again. “That’s right baby, come on my fingers.”
I feel her body contract, arching in pleasure before she cries out my name as her walls contract on my fingers again. I bring her down once more, before spreading her thighs and moving to kneel between her legs.
I slip my fingers out of her, and keeping my eyes on hers. I slide them into my mouth, reveling in the taste of her sweet cream and nutmeg.
“So delicious.” I say, before laying over top of her.
“You’re mine, Jara.” I say, sliding my hand up her side, leaning in to kiss her.
When I pull away, she looks at me. “And you’re mine. Mason.”
She lifts her hips, inviting me in. I mb the head of my c*oc*k at her entrance, getting it wet before sliding inside her. I watch her face, making sure I’m not hurting her too much. I grit my teeth, trying to go slowly.
Before I realize when she’s doing, Jara grabs my a*s*s and pulls me inside her. I bottom out, balls deep inside my mate. Her whimper of pain the only thing letting me know that I hurt her.
“Jara!”
“Shhh.” She puts her finger over my lips. “Just give me a minute. I’m an Alpha. I’ll recover quickly.”
It isn’t much longer than a minute before her hips begin moving underneath me. “Are you ready my mate?” I ask her.
“Beyond ready Mason. It’s time to make you mine.”
I begin moving inside her. Her body feels like it was made for mine. She’s warm and wet and perfect.
I grit my teeth again, trying not to move too hard or too fast and to not cum too quickly. “Mason, I won’t last long, and you better come this time.” She says to me, and I can hear the lisp in her voice. Her canines are already out.
“Are you rushing me, my Little Luna?”
I begin moving faster, thrusting into her harder, wanting nothing more than to knot her, but I know I can’t on her first time. As I feel my balls contract, I lift my head, submitting to her and giving her access to my throat. Just as I feel her canines sink into my neck, I pull out of her, growling loudly with my release, as she screams my name again. I sink my canines into her neck again, and I explode, my seed spilling all over her stomach.
When we catch our breath, I move off of her. I go to the bathroom, getting a washcloth to clean her stomach before laying back down and pulling her against me. “You’re mine now, Alpha.” She says and even in the dark I can hear the smugness in her voice.
“I was always yours, Jara. From the moment I first saw you on that stage. It was always you, and only you.” I tell her, ready to curl up with my mate and sleep the rest of the night.
However, now that we’re fully mated, I can feel that something is bothering her.
I lean down, kissing the top of her head before moving to her ear. “What’s on your mind beautiful?”
“Nothing.”
I growl softly, letting her know I don’t believe her. “Let’s not start our life together with lies, Jara.”
She moves her hand over my chest, and it feels amazing, but I won’t be distracted. Something I did or didn’t do is bothering my mate and I want to know what it is.
“Why did you pull out?” She asks quietly.
Of all the things she could have said, that is not the one I would have ever imagined. I push her away from me, and tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me.
“Jara, I knotted. I would have torn you. It was your first time, and you had already torn. I know, I can smell the blood. Your body isn’t ready for my knot. Trust me, when it is, you’ll take my knot as many times as you’ll let me give it to you.” I say, stroking her cheek with my thumb.
“Really?”
“Baby, give me your hand.” When she does, I move it to my c*oc*k where it is swollen with my knot.
She sucks in a breath and looks at me. “It has nothing to do with you, love. I knotted, just not inside you. I won’t hurt you. Not ever.”
That seems to make her feel better and she settles against me, her head on my chest.
Just when I thought she was asleep, I hear her soft voice. “I’m glad you caught me, Mason.”
“I would never have let anyone else have you, my love. You are mine.” I say before tugging her closer and falling into a deep sleep.