Chapter 30 Thirty
No... This is wrong....
Danica could barely think as Mason's hands began to work towards lifting her shirt off of her.
Need... to stop.... this...
The shirt had managed to slip up over her head, and she was left laying on Mason's bed in nothing but her bra and pants. Above her, Mason had sat up long enough to rip his shirt off.
Gotta....Stop....
Each thought was fleeting as pleasure pulsed through Danica, sending her into an endless cycle of trying to claw her way back to sanity and then right back into being unable to process anything.
"Mason..." She tried pulling her mouth away from his. "We...."
She was unable to finish her sentence as Mason's mouth found hers hungrily.
"Mmmmmm," Mason murmured. "Don't fight it...."
Don't fight it. Maybe he was right; why would she want to fight something this sweet and amazing? Every inch he kissed and touched thrummed and left her wanting more. It felt almost as though she had been starving, and Mason was the food that replenished her soul.
"No...." The word was so faint that she wasn't sure if she had even gotten it out. She had to try to regain control of herself, but it was so hard with the sweet pleasure Mason was giving her.
Lifting himself, Mason looked at Danica with hooded, glazed eyes. His normal bright green was a dark forest green and glinted with an emotion that Danica couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Relax," Mason whispered into Danica's ear, sending shivers running throughout her entire body. "I only want to make you feel good."
"We...Can't...." Danica managed to get out as she began to pull herself together. "Mason..."
Placing her hands on Mason's chest, Danica gave him a slight shove. At first, it didn't seem like Mason was going to budge, but then he slowly began lifting himself up.
"Sorry..." He muttered, hovering over her. "I'm sorry..."
Breathing heavily, Danica shook her head and said, "It's okay."
"No...." Mason had fully come back to himself. "I shouldn't have done that to you."
"Done what?" Danica asked, confused, sitting up slightly.
"Your mark spot," Mason explained, pointing to his neck. "It is where I will mark you and where you will mark me when you fully accept me."
Lifting her hand Danica allowed her fingers to poke at the sensitive spot on her neck that Mason had run his canine against.
"So, if you bite that, it will make me go mad?" Danica asked; she was having a hard time keeping up.
Mason let out a long breath.
"Usually we will mark our mate when we..." He trailed off, looking embarrassed.
"Oh..." Danica said, blushing.
So, when the mating process went to that level, they would mark each other. She couldn't help but begin to wonder exactly what marking entailed. How would it feel? What would happen after it happened?
"Anyway, you should...um..." Mason stammered, tearing his gaze away from Danica as the tips of his ears turned bright red.
Looking down, Danica let out a little yelp as she realized that she was wearing nothing but her bra and pants. Grabbing the blanket beside her, she quickly wrapped it around her body.
"HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME?" She screeched at Mason.
"I'm sorry, okay, I am a man," Mason admitted, holding up his hands helplessly.
Blushing fiercely, Danica burrowed further into the blanket, waiting for Mason to either close his eyes or walk out of the room so she could have the opportunity to put her shirt back on.
Taking the hint, Mason kept his gaze fixed on the wall ahead. Satisfied, Danica grabbed her shirt and quickly pulled it on.
Fully dressed once again, Danica could feel her aches and pains coming back as the last bit of haze in her brain from her heated make-out session with Mason earlier fully faded away.
"Ready for your medicine?" Mason asked, walking over to her with a steaming cup.
"It smells awful," Danica whined, sniffing at the liquid. "Do I really have to take this?"
"Do you want to remain miserable?" Mason asked, placing the cup down on the table beside his bed. "I know it stinks, but it is going to help you."
"Help, how exactly?" Danica asked, eyeing the strange liquid. "Will it knock me out until tomorrow?"
She was half joking, but being knocked out until the following day to avoid suffering altogether didn't sound half bad.
"Fraid not." Mason confirmed sitting down. "Do you need me to help you take it?"
"No," Danica grumbled.
Reaching out a hand, she grabbed the cup and lifted it towards her lips. The putrid smell assaulted her senses the closer it came before overwhelming her completely. Gagging, Danica tried not to drop the cup.
"Do I really, really have to?" She knew she sounded like a child, but she was really worried she would end up throwing up.
The look that had begun to form on Mason's face reminded Danica of a stern parent trying to get their child to take medicine while sick. The thought itself sent a feeling of emptiness through her as she found herself thinking of Martha.
She couldn't help but wonder how Martha was, whether or not she missed her, and what she was doing at that particular time.
"What's wrong?" Mason asked, sensing Danica's change of mood.
"I was just thinking of my adoptive mother," Danica responded with a shrug. "I wonder how she is doing while I'm away."
"I'm sure she is doing just fine," Mason said, wrapping an arm around Danica's shoulders.
Sighing, Danica leaned against him, allowing his warmth to envelope her.
"I hope so." She whispered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "We've never been separated this long since she adopted me."
As she spoke, Danica could feel her throat closing up as tears began to fill her eyes. An all-consuming sadness had begun to cling to her as she couldn't control the surge of emotion she felt at how much she missed the only person that she ever truly knew as a parent.
"Hey," Mason murmured, squeezing Danica to him. "Don't go and turn into a blubbering fool on me."
"Watch it," Danica growled, sitting up and punching Mason's shoulder.
Taking a shaky breath, she began to try to reign in her emotions. Now was not the time to start getting all emotional. The only thing she should be focusing on was the fact that the sun had begun to go down, and soon she would be dealing with her body attempting to change while it couldn't.