Chapter 37 Thirty-Seven
Mason lay atop Danica, kissing her as his hands roamed leisurely along her body. Pleasant shivers ran through her where he touched, sending her over the edge with each and every stroke. Ever since she had openly admitted to accepting Mason, he had begun trying to fully possess her, and she wasn't stopping him.
Their shirts lay on the floor beside the bed that they currently occupied, along with their pants; the only things remaining were Danica's bra and thong and Mason's boxers.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Mason murmured against Danica's lips as his fingers began to play with the edge of her underwear.
Danica could feel a blush working its way up her neck and onto her cheeks. Even though they had already gotten to this point and she had done things to him earlier in the day, she couldn't quite calm down.
"Relax," Mason murmured, pressing his mouth against Danica's once more.
"How can I relax?" Danica asked, beginning to shake. "You may be experienced, but if you forget, I'm not."
Even though she didn't mean to sound harsh, Danica couldn't help but notice how shrill her voice had become. She knew that she trusted Mason and that she was ready for this, but she couldn't stop the nerves that were beginning to take over.
Letting out a breath, Mason propped himself up so he could look into Danica's eyes.
"Do you feel this?" He asked, lifting her hand and putting it where his heart was.
Danica could feel Mason's heart racing underneath her palm. Confused, she looked questioningly at Mason.
"I may be experienced, as you say, but this is the first time that love has been involved. Do you understand?" He asked as the tips of his ears began to turn red.
"I love you, Mason," Danica whispered, wrapping her arms around Mason's neck and pulling him down towards her.
His words had opened up a floodgate within Danica, and she couldn't help but feel the passion and arousal she had begun to feel within her.
"Mason...." She gasped, pulling her mouth away from his. "What is happening to me?"
"This is normal," Mason said nipping at Danica's chin and then down to the tender spot on her neck. "You've gone into heat."
Heat? Like how dogs go into heat and have to have sex in order to stop it? Was that truly happening to her, all because she had realized her feelings for Mason?
As Danica tried to make heads and tails of what Mason had said, she felt a sharp tooth slide against her neck, sending her into a frenzy. Something within her awoke, and she found herself digging her nails into Mason's back, urging him to bite that spot. She wanted nothing more than to feel his teeth sink into it.
"Mark me, Mason," Danica begged as she began pushing her hips up against his.
A groan escaped Mason's mouth as he lifted his face long enough to extend his canines before obliging Danica and biting her, sending her into a wave of passion.
Gasping Danica clawed at Mason's back as he pulled his mouth away and licked the blood that had begun to drip from the spot that he had bitten.
"Now, you do me," Mason said presenting his neck to Danica.
Too lost in the moment to even bother arguing, Danica opened her mouth and sank her human canines into Mason's neck until she could taste blood entering her mouth. Above her, Mason convulsed in pleasure, hooking his fingers into Danica's underwear and ripping them.
With nothing left to interfere with his need to feel every inch of her, Mason began kissing along Danica's chin, making his way down her neck, to her chest, and down her stomach until his mouth found her very sensitive spot between her thighs.
Prying them open, he dove in, expertly working his tongue along her swollen clit, sending Danica into convulsions of pleasure as he built her higher and higher until she began to crash into waves of ecstasy. But he didn't stop there; he continued to do it again and again until Danica was writhing in pleasure and unable to catch her breath.
Satisfied with Danica's reactions, Mason worked his way back to her hungry, waiting mouth.
"Mason, I want you," Danica gasped against Mason's lips. "Please."
"Are you sure about this?" Mason asked, even though he seemed like he wouldn't be able to stop if she said no.
"I'm positive," Danica whispered, pressing her lips against Mason's again as she pulled at the boxers that were still hiding him from her.
Since Danica was unable to get the boxers off, Mason helped by lifting so she could pull them down just enough for him to kick them off the rest of the way, leaving them both completely naked aside from the bra that Danica still wore.
Danica could feel Mason beginning to rub himself between her folds, sending her into another wave of pleasure as it built her just to the edge, only for Mason to stop and lift up enough to grab himself and position himself directly at Danica's opening.
"I need you to try to relax as best as you can," Mason said, bending down and kissing Danica. "It is going to hurt at first; just bear with it."
Nodding Danica kissed Mason back as he slowly began to enter her. He wasn't lying about the pain she would feel as he moved deeper and deeper within her until she felt the pop that indicated he was fully in, and the delicate skin that kept her pure was ripped, making Danica completely his.
"Are you okay?" Mason asked, examining Danica's face.
"I'm okay," Danica said, trying to ignore the pain she was feeling from having a man within her for the first time.
"I'm going to start moving; soon it won't hurt anymore," Mason promised.
Beginning to thurst his hips, Mason slowly moved, trying his best at loosening Danica up around him until the pain that she had been feeling prior had begun to turn to pleasure, a pleasure so intense and so new that it kept pushing Danica to insanity. Within, she could feel her primal instincts wanting to take over as Mason groaned and began moving quicker as if he could feel it too.
Gasping Danica clawed at Mason's back, urging him to move faster and go rougher. She needed him to make her feel nothing more than his passion, and he obliged until they were both lost in a world of lust and primal passion, growling, biting, and clawing to the point both were unable to move or catch their breath.