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  He felt like things were back to the way they’d been before the issues with Mason. Yeah, he’d held onto that grudge for a long time concerning Mason and that bitch. He hadn’t just shut Mason out of his life, but kicked her out as well. He didn’t need backstabbing bitches that would fuck a Patch just to try to become an old lady.

  Did he love her? No. It was more of the fact he’d wanted her, told everyone he wanted her, even if for a few nights to warm his bed. Hell, he’d been lonely, damn lonely. And then when he’d found Mason with her his rage had been so consuming he hadn’t felt anything else.

  Well, that was behind him. He was looking ahead, and right now he wanted to drink and fuck.

  Turning on the barstool he checked out the club. The guys were partying hard because of taking down the men that had hurt Mason. They’d let them live, or more so Mason had walked away. He was proud the Grizzly had found that strength. Jakob didn’t know if he could have done that. It would have been a real party if Mason had come back with them, but he knew there was a female in his life, could smell her on Mason whenever ever Jakob saw him lately. It was good he found something like that in his life, good that he could move on and put all that shit behind him. Jakob wished his brother only the best, and if she became his old lady the club would welcome her as part of the family.

  Southie slid another filled shot glass to Jakob, and without looking at it he picked it up and tossed it back. His mouth and throat had long since gone numb, but the alcohol still tasted good. He checked out all the club whores, deciding which one he wanted to fuck tonight. It really didn’t matter, he supposed. All he wanted was a warm pussy to put his dick in and forget about all the shit that had plagued him these last few months.

  He pushed away from the bar and walked over to one of the sweet-butts who was leaning against the side of the pool table. He didn’t know her name, but knew she was fairly new to the club scene, so he decided she’d be that warm hole he filled tonight.

  Grabbing her waist he spun her around. She looked surprised at first, but then smiled and leaned in to try to kiss him. He shook his head, stopping her.

  “This is what it’s about.” He placed his hand between her thighs, right under her skirt, and pressed his fingers against her bared pussy. He didn’t give a shit anyone in the club could see what he was doing. “This is only what it’s about.” He applied more pressure to her clit until she opened her mouth. “Got it?”

  She nodded.

  That was all he needed from her right now, hell, ever. He led them down the hall to one of the empty rooms. No fucking way was he going to fuck her in his bed. He didn’t fuck anyone there.

  Once inside the room he shut the door and stared at her. She looked cheap, and wasn’t that a sad thing.

  “Take off the clothes, get on your back, and spread your legs.” He wasn’t trying to control her, dominate her. He just wanted her to do what he said so he could forget about everything else.

  If this was the way his life was going he was fucked, but maybe that wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe it was exactly what he needed, and she was exactly the person to give him that peace he didn’t think he’d ever be able to have.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ryeissa stared at Mason, felt not only her pleasure and arousal rise for this man, but also her emotions. She cupped both sides of his face, looked into his eyes, and knew that speaking about how she felt could change things. She didn’t want him to think she was rushing things, but hell, look at where they were right now?

  “I really care for you.” Ryeissa smoothed her thumbs along the side of his mouth.

  “I care about you, too.” He leaned in and kissed her softly. “I care about you so much, Ryeissa. I’d do anything in my power to make sure you were safe, even if that means taking lives.”

  “You’re so intense,” she whispered.

  “I know.” He didn’t even try to deny it, try to hide it, and she cared about him even more because of that. “I just want to be honest with you.”

  “And that’s what I want, no matter what.”

  Mason started kissing her cheek, moved down her jaw, and then finally ran his tongue and teeth over her neck. She tilted her head to the side, relishing the feel of his lips and tongue sliding along her flesh, giving herself to him in this small act.

  “I want you to let me claim you. I need you to tell me you’re mine, Ryeissa, that no one can ever have you but me.” He licked a path over the shell of her ear, and she moaned at the feeling, at the pure possessiveness of that act alone.

  “Do I really need to tell you? Can’t you see it in my face, in the fact I’m nearly naked for you?” She was teasing again, but her words held truth. “Can’t your bear sense that I only want to be yours?”

  He growled low in his throat. He ran his tongue over the spot again, and she shivered, loved that her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched, needing his cock inside of her. “I want to be inside of you so badly, Ryeissa. I want to feel your tight little pussy milking my dick.”

  God, his words were filthy, and she loved it. A warm wave washed through her, and she found herself grinding herself on him again, needing that contact, that friction. Ryeissa felt Mason run his palms over her ass, clench his hands over the mounds, and then drag his nails over the curve of them. He did this over and over again until she was shaking from her desire.

  “Be with me,” she whispered, pleaded. He turned them around so fast her head spun. She found herself on her back again, her legs spread wide, and Mason wedged between them. “I need my clothes off.”

  Before she could tell him to get her naked and to get undressed himself, Mason tore her shorts and panties away, and did the same with her tank. She was gasping for air by the time she lay there totally naked, bared for him, with a fully dressed Mason looming over her.

  “Too much?” he asked, this harshness in his voice having her pussy clench again.

  She shook her head, not able to speak.

  “Good, because there’s more where that came from.” And then he was off her only long enough to remove his clothes. The rain had made his hair wet, and the short, dark strands stood on end. Once he was naked she took a moment to look at him, to stare at his body in the dim lighting of her living room. She’d seen him naked before he’d shifted in the woods, but having him stand so close, his big, hard body on full display, his cock hard, his tattoos making him look even more dangerous, all she felt was crazy lust moving through her.

  She took in the bullet scar on his chest, and lowering her gaze past his impressive, massive dick, she saw the other scar from the bullet wound on his upper thigh. He’d been lucky to survive the accident, let alone two bullet wounds. God, she didn’t know what she would have done if he’d died, because even though they hadn’t known each other for very long, she felt so close to him, like he was the only one for her.

  The scars on his body from the surgeries were healing, and she knew that although he was a grizzly bear shifter he didn’t have any extraordinary healing abilities. They were still present, would always be there, and she knew those scars made him stronger, harder.

  “Mason,” she said his name softly. And then he was back on her, his hard body hot, the pressure of him pushing her down on the couch intense. She smoothed her hands over his bulging biceps, loving the way they flexed, the fact his muscles bunched under the skin.

  “So good, baby. You feel so good beneath me.” He started kissing her neck again, licking her, making her feel worshipped.

  The hard length of his cock pressed against her bared pussy, and a fresh gush of moisture left her. She was so ready for him, ready for him to stretch her with his cock.

  “I can’t stop, can’t seem to control myself around you.” He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I’ve done horrible things, and will continue to do them. I can’t expect you to be okay with it, but I hope you’ll stay by my side.”

  She leaned up and kissed him, stopping him from going on anymore. “I want you. Be with me.�
�� She pulled back slightly, but their lips were still touching, if only barely. “Don’t stop.”

  “I’ll never stop, Ryeissa.”

  She was so wet for him, so ready to take him into her body. Mouth hot and wet from Mason’s kisses, she breathed out, felt her heart beating in her throat and heard it in her ears. This was what she needed, wanted with a desperation that rivaled anything else in her life.

  He started a slow thrusting of his hips against hers, pressing his dick against her pussy, and causing this pleasure to consume her, control her. The rubbing and thrusting against her pussy made her body hotter with need, made her pant with her desire.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” He breathed harshly against the side of her throat. “God, it’s driving me crazy, Ryeissa. I’m right at the edge, my bear right fucking there.” His voice was nothing but a distorted growl.

  She closed her eyes and found his mouth with her own. A moan left her when he touched his lips with hers, stroked his tongue along hers, and continued to press his cock to her pussy.

  He speared one of his hands into her hair while the other made slow work of moving down her body, touching every part of her, which had her skin tightening. The heavy weight of his hand finally stopped on her stomach. He ran his finger around her belly button, moving around the edge while he breathed hard against her mouth. Her stomach clenched, her pussy tightened, and she tried to gasp for air, but felt like she was suffocating in only the best of ways.

  When he moved his hand lower, her body shook with the force of how much she needed this.

  “I care about you so much, Ryeissa.”

  “I feel the same way, Mason.”

  “I want you as my old lady. I want you as mine, baby.” The deep, husky timbre of his voice shot straight to her clit, and the declaration of him wanting only her was a heady aphrodisiac. “You’re shaking, Ryeissa.”

  “I know, but I’m shaking because I want you so badly.”

  “I’m so hard for you, so ready to finally claim you.”

  “God, I want that, Mason. I want to be claimed by you.”

  He breathed out harshly. “I don’t know if you realize what that really means, but you’ll understand really fucking soon, baby.” The large, callused fingers of his hand slipped against her inner thigh, smoothing of her flesh, teasing her, tormenting her. The roughness of his touch, the possessiveness she felt come from him, had her moving her hips, lifting her pussy toward him, wanting more.

  “I need this. I feel like I’m burning alive, Mason.”

  “I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll always take care of you.” He finally slipped his hand between her thighs, touching her slit and sliding it down her cleft to her pussy hole. “”Fuck, this is what I needed to feel.” His mouth was on hers, hot, wet, dominating. “Yeah, you want this, baby?” He slipped his finger into her body, just the tip, but enough that her pussy clamped down on the digit of its own accord, trying to draw it further inside.

  “You have no idea how much I want to be inside of you right now, how I’ve thought about taking you.”

  “Probably as much as I want you inside of me, Mason.”

  He groaned. “I want to feel your pussy gripping me, clenching my cock, milking the cum from me.”

  Her mouth went dry at what he said. His words were low, but held so much arousal, so much heat and eroticism. Her pussy muscles clenched with the need to be filled by him, to be owned by him. Never had she wanted to have a man control her, dominate her … claim her.

  “Tell me where you want my fingers.”

  Her mind was fuzzy, her body on fire.

  “Tell me where you want me to touch you.” He murmured the words against her lips, his finger still in her pussy, his thumb now on her clit. He didn’t thrust into her, didn’t stroke her. He waited for her to tell him, clearly.

  Could she actually tell him what she wanted, tell him where she wanted his hands, mouth … his cock? “I just want you.”

  He shook his head, still not moving to touch her more.

  “Tell me.”

  Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and just let herself be free with him. “I want you to touch my pussy, to thrust your fingers in and out of me.” God, this was turning her on more. “I want you to touch and lick every part of me, suck on my clit, stick that big cock of yours deep inside of me.”

  He groaned, and started thrusting his finger in and out of her. “Like this, baby?”

  She nodded.

  “You want me to get you off, to make you come?”

  “Yes,” she gasped out the word.

  His whole body shook atop hers.

  “Yes, Ryeissa, God, baby.”

  Yeah, it was like that for her, too.

  “You have no idea how turned on I am right now, how much I want you, want you as only mine.”

  “I am only yours.”

  “Yeah, you are.”

  The feel of his tongue on the shell of her ear had a small gasp escaping her, had her pussy clenching around his finger, and had him groaning above her. When his hand cupped her pussy, the heat was intense. She arched her back and cried out. It felt so good.

  “Fuck. You’re so hot and wet for me, so ready for my cock, Ryeissa.”

  “God, yeah I am, Mason.”

  He licked her ear, moved it along the inside of the shell, and grunted in a very animalistic way.

  She shivered, feeling her skin so sensitive, her body on high alert, and this rush of dizziness slamming into her.

  “Your pretty pussy is soaking wet.”

  Her answer was a moan, because any kind of words wouldn’t be, couldn’t be formed right now. He removed his fingers from her pussy, but didn’t take his hand away, and instead moved the fingers along her folds, pulling them apart, teasing them.

  Throat dry, Ryeissa stared up at him. His face was this hard slash of masculinity and dominance. The heat from his body wrapped around her, and she found herself lifting her hand and running it along the hard planes of his pectoral muscles, trailing her fingers along the tattoos that lined his golden flesh.

  She moved her hands all over his chest, marveled in the strength that came from him, and started tracing his Grizzly MC Patch tattoos. He was hard, defined, and tattooed. The black and colorful ink on his pecs, shoulders, even the full sleeves on his arms, had her whole body covered with sweat from her arousal, from her need of this very potent male.

  “I’m tired of waiting,” she said.

  The muscles of his upper body flexed as he moved, as he ran his fingers over her arms, chest, and even her breasts. The touch was soft, a caress, but filled with power. He brought her body flush with his, kissed her hard, consuming, and she found herself digging her nails into his shoulders, trying to bring him closer.

  Mason gripped her waist in a firm, almost painful hold.

  “We should go to your room.”

  She shook her head. “I just want to be with you, and the couch seems like a really good place to make that happen.”

  He groaned again and kissed her harder.

  Reaching between them, she grabbed his cock and stroked him from root to tip. He was so large she couldn’t even wrap her fingers around the girth. That had a tingle starting to move through her body.

  “You’re so big,” she murmured against his lips.

  “Only for you.” He ran his tongue along every square inch of her exposed flesh. Goosebumps formed on her body, and she found herself gripping onto his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing him like she needed his body for warmth.

  He moved lower down her body, making a path of fiery wet kisses all the way down her exposed flesh. He stopped right at the top of her pussy.

  “Watch me, Ryeissa. Watch me lick at your perfect cunt.”

  Her gaze was riveted to the sight of his wet hair, to the water that still dripped off of the strands and landed on his shoulders. She looked at his mouth, at the way his lips were parted, his breath coasting over her pussy in a warm gust of air.<
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  “Watch as I lick your cunt until you come.” His gaze was trained right between her thighs. Her heart was pounding so hard it hurt. She held her breath as she watched him open his mouth, as she watched his tongue come out slowly. His gaze never wavered from hers as he moved his tongue closer to the part that ached for him, the part of her body that was so wet for Mason.

  Ryeissa had her legs spread wide for him, and the feeling of his hot and humid breath sliding over the most intimate part of her had everything stilling inside of her.

  “Fuck, baby,” he said on a moan right before he covered her pussy with his mouth. Mason dragged his tongue along her cleft, and moved to her clit before circling the engorged bundle of nerves. He dragged it down and pressed it against the opening of her body, right over her pussy hole.

  “Mason.” She closed her eyes and arched her back, spreading her thighs wider.

  He growled low, the vibration tingling her clit. “I love the way you fucking taste.”

  He flattened his tongue and ran it up and down her pussy slit, growling every time he was close to her clit. And then he suctioned onto the nub, sucking, licking, and making her moan without any thought. A powerful orgasm was building inside of her, dragging the air from her lungs, making her muscles tighten.

  He pushed his tongue into her opening, thrust the muscle in and out of her pussy hole, and when he latched his mouth onto her clit again and started that wicked, rhythmic suctioning, she felt her orgasm climb higher.

  Thrashing her head back and forth, she’d never felt anything so good. Stars danced in front of her vision, and a long, whimpering noise left her. Mason didn’t stop dragging his tongue along her pussy, thrusting it into her, or making her cry out with pleasure. When the sensations became too much, she tried to push him away, her clit tingling, her pussy muscles clamping down on nothing, and the sensitivity too much for her.

  “Baby, as much as I want you right here on this couch, I need you in a bed, need you fully spread out for me.” Mason stood and took a step back. She stared at him, took in his strong, muscular thighs, the long, thick cock that jutted from his body, from the dark thatch of short hair at his groin, and ran her gaze over the V of muscle that seemed to frame his dick.