The Claiming by Cooper (Jara & Mason)
Chapter 82
Jara
When I wake up again, I’m warm and Mason is wrapped up around me. I have to smile, knowing that he’s mine and that my life will be a good one. I don’t have to worry about Mason mistreating me. I know he loves me.
His love for me was obvious in our mating last night. He was trying so hard to be gentle with me, wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt me, but I wasn’t having any of it. I wanted him and I’d waited long enough.
I hadn’t considered that he might knot so soon after we were together, but maybe it’s his age, or maybe it’s his love for me. Either way, I can’t wait to feel his knot.
Based on what my mother says, it forces you into an intimate connection, not allowing your bodies to separate until his knot recedes. The thought of literally being tied to Mason sends warmth through my body and I arch my back against him.
His hand begins to run over my hip. “Something on your mind, mate?”
“You.” I say, turning in his arms. There is something in me that not only wants to mate with him again, but also claim him again, to sink my teeth into his neck again, almost as if marking him again will ensure he’s mine.
I run my hands over his side, down to his hip before sliding it between us. He’s already hard, and his eyes open as I wrap my hand around length, making him gasp.
He brings His hand to my b*reas*t, sliding his thumb over my n*ipp*le like he did last night. It immediately hardens at the touch, as if begging him to touch it more. Thankfully, he seems to know what my body wants.
He begins tugging it gently, pulling it into a tight peak before lowering his head and sucking it into his mouth. I lean back, still stroking him, my thumb running over the head of his c*oc*k as I give him easier access to my b*reas*t.
“Mason.” I gasp and he’s over top of me in an instant, settling himself between my legs.
“You ‘re not sore?”
“No, and even if I was, I want you more. I need you inside me again.”
He doesn’t waste any time complying with my demand. He holds himself steady above me, watching as his slides his long length inside.
“Goddess you feel amazing.” He says.
I pull my legs up, wrapping them around his hips. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”
I lean up, kissing him, as he starts to move slowly inside me.
“No holding back this morning, Mason.”
“Greedy mate.”
“For you, always.” I say, and he begins moving faster and harder inside me.
He leans down, kissing me more passionately until we’re both breathless. He pulls one of my legs over his arm, and the position allows me to take him even deeper than before. I feel like my entire body is on fire, building to the finale where I know fireworks will explode in my body.
“I want you to knot me. Mason.” I tell him when I can feel both of us getting closer.
He lifts his head looking at me as he slows his thrusting. “Your body isn’t ready yet, Jara.”
“Please Mason, I want to take your knot.”
He growls a needy growl. I know from my mother that my father always preferred to knot her. She said it felt much better for him to knot inside her. I want Mason to experience the pleasure that he is giving me.
Before I realize what he’s doing, he’s flipped us over, so I’m laying on top of him. “You want control, beautiful, here you go.”
He puts his hands on my hips and begins to move me until I get my rhythm. “If you change your mind, just pull off me, Jara.” “I won’t be changing my mind, Alpha.”
I realize I really like this position. Not only can I take him even deeper than before, and I’m in control, but I can watch Mason’ s face. I can see the pleasure I’m bringing him. I move in different rhythms until I find the one that he seems to like the most.
His hands move hack to my b*reas*ts, tweaking my n*ipp*les as I ride him, my movements getting faster as I bring us closer to the edge. Just as I feel myself sliding over the edge, my canines come out and I lean forward, sinking them into Mason’s neck again.
His growl of pleasure is loud, and His hands force my hips to keep up their punishing pace until I feel his canines sink into my neck and His hands pull my hips against him, holding me still as he grinds against me.
I feel the swelling inside me, and it continues to grow until is uncomfortable. I try to move, wanting to find a more comfortable position.
Mason pulls his canines out of my neck quickly. “Don’t move, you’ll tear your body. This is my knot, Jara. I’m locked in.”
I pull my canines out his neck and sit up, easing some of the pain in pelvis. Mason carefully pulls himself up, leaning against the headboard on the bed before pulling me against his chest and beginning to rub circles on my back.
“Better?” He asks me.
“Much.” I say and I mean it. This position sits his knot more comfortably inside me, although I can tell that I’ll need to do it a couple more times before it becomes totally enjoyable.
However, the next 30 minutes of laying against Mason, stroking his chest, feeling him rubbing his hands over my body, kissing each other are amazing. This must be what my mother meant. You can’t go anywhere, you can’t leave each other, and the time is as intimate as the sex is, maybe even more.
As I feel his knot begin to subside, I sit up, looking at him. He brushes my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ears.
“I love you, Mason.”
“I love you, Jara. We’re going to have a very happy life together.”
And I know he’s right.