The Claiming By Cooper

Chapter 43

The Claiming by Cooper (Jara & Mason)

Mason

I watch Seth walking Jara out and I know something happened. I begin jogging over to her and the moment I’m close enough, I can smell him on her. Typhon.

I snarl, pulling her into my arms. “What did he do to you? Are you okay?”

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I take her by the shoulders and push her back, looking her over. I lean forward and sniff her arm where he obviously grabbed her.

“He wanted to speak to me privately. I refused. Seth and Elder Jason supported that decision.”

“Did he hurt you?” I ask, pulling her to my chest again.

Her arms wrap around my back. “No Mason. I’m fine, really.” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I hold her until I feel my heart rate slow, and my anger subside. She stands there, holding me, never trying to pull out of my arms.

When I feel like I can breathe again, I pull back, taking her face in my hands. I lean in without warning and take her mouth in a possessive, passionate kiss. She’s mine and that a*s*shole touched what is mine. Me and my wolf want to claim her, showing everyone she’s mine, but this kiss will have to do for now.

When I finally release her lips, we’re both panting.

“Damn Mason, I love how you make things up to me.”

I can’t help but chuckle, leaning in to kiss her more gently. I feel her smile against my lips. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.” I say, turning and wrapping my arm around her waist.

“Maybe I’m not done with you making it up to me, Alpha.” She says, and I can hear the taunting in her voice.

I turn, looking around us and find a darkened area in the forest off the main path. I tug her into the dark and against a tree, pressing against her, feeing her strong body aligning perfectly against mine.

“And how can I make it up to you sufficiently, Alpha?” I ask her.

Never taking my eyes off of hers, I reach down and begin unbuttoning her blouse. 1 slide my thigh between her legs, feeling her damp heat.

When her shirt is unbuttoned to her pants, I slide my hand inside her blouse, rubbing my thumb over her nipple. Her body instantly tenses, her back arching. I watch as her mouth drops open slightly and her head falls back. I take advantage of her submission and begin nibbing my way over her throat, nipping at the side of her neck as I pluck her n*ipp*le in between my finger and thumb over her lacy b*ra.

When she begins whimpering, I pull the shirt out of her pants and finish unbuttoning it. I slide the b*ra straps off her shoulders, pulling her b*ra down before leaning in and taking her perky n*ipp*le in my mouth. 1 wrap one arm around her waist, holding her against me as suckle on her n*ipp*le, gently nipping it then licking and s*uc*king. She begins moaning softly, sliding her fingers in my hair and grabbing hold, keeping my mouth in place.

I pull back, moving to her other b*rea*st, feeling her hips as they begin to rock against me, trying to ease the ache between her thighs that I’m causing.

I flick her n*ipp*le with my tongue before lifting my head. “Do you want more, Jara?”

When she opens her eyes, they are nearly black with desire. “Yes.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear.” I growl before kissing her again. I unbutton and unzip her pants, sliding my hand down to feel her lacy panties. I rub my fingers between her thighs, feeling the heat and wet slickness on her p*an*ties.

I slide my hand up and under her p*an*ties, nibbing her c*li*t in slow circles before sliding a finger inside her. She jerks at the intrusion, and I pull back, holding still in case this is too much. She shifts, letting her pants drop to the ground before taking my mouth and continuing our kiss.

I begin moving my finger in and out of her warmth, drawing more of her wet slick from her body, her sweet cream scent making me crazed with need for her.

She slides her hands down my chest, pulling my shirt from my jeans. She then begins unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, her hand sliding over top of my boxer briefs. When she feels how hard I am for her, she pulls away, looking down at where her hand is touching me.

“It’s so….” Her eyes are wide, and there is a hint of fear in them. But more than that, there is curiosity.

“It’s not too big. It was made to please, not scare. You don’t have to touch me if it’s too much for you.”

“No, I want to show you the same pleasure you are showing me.”

I step away from her, pulling my shirt over my head, kicking off my shoes and stepping out of my jeans and boxer briefs. I kneel down, pulling her shoes off, keeping my eyes on hers in case this ever gets to be too much. She pulls her shirt off, then unhooks her b*ra, letting it fall to the ground.

I lean in rubbing my nose against her heated panties, relishing the scent of her. I pull them down, helping her to step out of them before 1 look up at her. “I want to taste you.”

She nods, watching me as I lean in, pulling one of her legs over my shoulder. I can’t help but moan at how good she smells. I lick between her lips, her taste of sweet cream and nutmeg even stronger. I begin lapping at her as if I’m a starving man and her cream is the only thing keeping me alive.

“Mason…” Her breathy moan is music to my ears, as I suck on her bud, sliding two fingers inside her. She’s so tight I’m afraid at first that I’m hurting her, but as her body begins to move in time with my fingers, I know that she’s as lost in these feelings as I am.

When I feel her walls beginning to tremble around my fingers, I suck harder on her c*li*t, curling my fingers inside her and hitting the spot that has her clamping down on my fingers. I growl my pleasure against her c*li*t, sending her over the edge. Her hand whips up to cover her mouth as she tries to hide her cries of pleasure.

When she finally comes down, I pull my fingers out, licking her cream off of them before kissing my way up her body, and taking her mouth as my hardened length presses against her stomach.

“You taste so good.” I say, my voice still growly.

She quickly reverses our positions, pressing my back against the tree before kneeling in front of me.

“Let’s see if you taste as good you smell, Mason.”