came, screaming, and curled
her fingers into his fur.
“Again. Give me…I want more.” His cat fucked
her with his tongue, moving in and out of her sheath much like Mason had with
his cock. She came twice more, her body dewy with her excursions.
When she begged him to stop, Mason watched
her when the cat pulled back. She was hanging onto the branch above her and her
body was lax with her release. But when his cat lunged forward again, Mason
didn’t have time to warn her of what he was going to do when he bit her. Emma
screamed, this time in pain, and he felt his heart break.
It was over quickly. As soon as his cat let
him go, Mason stood up and pulled her into his arms. The bite was deep, he knew
that, and more than likely very painful. But when she cupped his cock in her
hand, Mason looked down at her and asked her what she was doing.
“I want you to fuck me.” Mason only stared at
her and when she spoke again, his cock seemed to have a mind of its own and
hardened incredibly more. “You owe me after that. And to feel you deep inside
of me makes me as wet as you are hard. Please, Mason, just fuck me like you
want to.”
He turned her around and bent her at the
waist. Entering her hard, he fucked her this way as she held onto the lower
branch for support. Leaning over her, he told her what he was going to do and
bit her again. Tearing into her skin would leave a scar, but he wanted the
world to know that she was his. Sliding his fingers over her clit while he took
her, he told her to come, to let go, and when she did, he filled her again and
again, knowing that for as long as he lived, she was his.
Holding her upright when she told him she was
hurting, Mason didn’t speak. There was so much going on in his head right now,
he wasn’t even sure where to start. But when she pulled away, Mason looked at
her body and realized just how rough he’d been on her. It was hard not to smile
at how well she’d taken him on.
As he dressed, he watched her. She’d not said
a word in the last ten minutes, and he was afraid that he’d hurt her. Not
physically, no. Those wounds, the ones from his cat and himself, were healed up
and she didn’t seem to favor them, but something was wrong.
“I live in the city.” Mason nodded, not sure
what that had to do with anything. “I know you’re a rancher. I’m not quitting
my job just because you think you own me.”
“I’m not sure how it is you think I own you,
but why would I want you to quit your job?” Her shrug wasn’t very informing. “Emma,
look at me.”
Her shirt came down over her body, and he
watched her pull her shoes on. She’d not answered him or looked at him, and
Mason felt his temper slide up. When she stood up and started for the house, he
stopped her by jerking her around. Her fist connected with his mouth even as he
started to talk.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She only
stared at him until he wiped the blood away. “Are you always this violent when
you’re pissy?”
“I’m not pissy.” He cocked a brow at her. “Okay,
I’m a little pissy. But you grabbed me. I’m able to defend myself when I’m
threatened.”
“Do you feel threatened?” When she didn’t
answer him, Mason stepped closer to her and was glad that she didn’t move away.
“Do I threaten you? In any way?”
“No.” She looked frustrated and he waited.
There was something she wanted to say, and he knew that she had to tell him. “My
brother. He’s…he’s hit me before. Recently. I took some defense classes so I’d…when
those men attacked me, I thought that Dirk had sent them to rough me up because
I wouldn’t give him what he wanted.”
“And what was that?” She didn’t look at him
and when she finally did, he could see her fear. It was tangible and strong. He
pulled her into his arms and held her while asking her again what he’d wanted.
“He wanted me to tell him what Dad and Mom’s will
said. Dirk wanted to be sure that I wasn’t getting more
her fingers into his fur.
“Again. Give me…I want more.” His cat fucked
her with his tongue, moving in and out of her sheath much like Mason had with
his cock. She came twice more, her body dewy with her excursions.
When she begged him to stop, Mason watched
her when the cat pulled back. She was hanging onto the branch above her and her
body was lax with her release. But when his cat lunged forward again, Mason
didn’t have time to warn her of what he was going to do when he bit her. Emma
screamed, this time in pain, and he felt his heart break.
It was over quickly. As soon as his cat let
him go, Mason stood up and pulled her into his arms. The bite was deep, he knew
that, and more than likely very painful. But when she cupped his cock in her
hand, Mason looked down at her and asked her what she was doing.
“I want you to fuck me.” Mason only stared at
her and when she spoke again, his cock seemed to have a mind of its own and
hardened incredibly more. “You owe me after that. And to feel you deep inside
of me makes me as wet as you are hard. Please, Mason, just fuck me like you
want to.”
He turned her around and bent her at the
waist. Entering her hard, he fucked her this way as she held onto the lower
branch for support. Leaning over her, he told her what he was going to do and
bit her again. Tearing into her skin would leave a scar, but he wanted the
world to know that she was his. Sliding his fingers over her clit while he took
her, he told her to come, to let go, and when she did, he filled her again and
again, knowing that for as long as he lived, she was his.
Holding her upright when she told him she was
hurting, Mason didn’t speak. There was so much going on in his head right now,
he wasn’t even sure where to start. But when she pulled away, Mason looked at
her body and realized just how rough he’d been on her. It was hard not to smile
at how well she’d taken him on.
As he dressed, he watched her. She’d not said
a word in the last ten minutes, and he was afraid that he’d hurt her. Not
physically, no. Those wounds, the ones from his cat and himself, were healed up
and she didn’t seem to favor them, but something was wrong.
“I live in the city.” Mason nodded, not sure
what that had to do with anything. “I know you’re a rancher. I’m not quitting
my job just because you think you own me.”
“I’m not sure how it is you think I own you,
but why would I want you to quit your job?” Her shrug wasn’t very informing. “Emma,
look at me.”
Her shirt came down over her body, and he
watched her pull her shoes on. She’d not answered him or looked at him, and
Mason felt his temper slide up. When she stood up and started for the house, he
stopped her by jerking her around. Her fist connected with his mouth even as he
started to talk.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She only
stared at him until he wiped the blood away. “Are you always this violent when
you’re pissy?”
“I’m not pissy.” He cocked a brow at her. “Okay,
I’m a little pissy. But you grabbed me. I’m able to defend myself when I’m
threatened.”
“Do you feel threatened?” When she didn’t
answer him, Mason stepped closer to her and was glad that she didn’t move away.
“Do I threaten you? In any way?”
“No.” She looked frustrated and he waited.
There was something she wanted to say, and he knew that she had to tell him. “My
brother. He’s…he’s hit me before. Recently. I took some defense classes so I’d…when
those men attacked me, I thought that Dirk had sent them to rough me up because
I wouldn’t give him what he wanted.”
“And what was that?” She didn’t look at him
and when she finally did, he could see her fear. It was tangible and strong. He
pulled her into his arms and held her while asking her again what he’d wanted.
“He wanted me to tell him what Dad and Mom’s will
said. Dirk wanted to be sure that I wasn’t getting more
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