On the Run

Chapter Six

The Leader may have taken away my ability to say no, but he couldn’t stop me from saying yes. I looked down, watching his hand slide down the length of his shaft as he prepared to push himself inside. His girth alone was intimidating. He was considerably larger than both the men I had been with so far in my life. The pressure of him pushing in and out of my entrance caused a little discomfort but was quickly replaced by pleasure when it finally stretched enough to allow him inside. He deepened the kiss between us, intensifying the passion. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge again. I was to the point of threatening to spill over.

As he increased the speed of his rhythm, I got lost in a sea of pleasure again. I clung into him desperately, biting his shoulder in a feeble attempt to quiet the animalistic noises coming from me. I felt another wave coming when he grasped my hips roughly, pounding inside of me as hard as me could making sure every bit of his rock hard c**k was inside of me. My juices rushed out of me leaving a small puddle beneath our entwined bodies.

Mason let out a guttural roar as I felt his fluid empty deep inside me. Then I felt a piercing pain in the crook of my neck followed by intense pleasure pushing me over the edge again into another orgasm. Did he just mark me as his chosen mate? “Mine,” he said nuzzling the tender spot where he marked me.

For some reason with those words coming from Mason, I felt safer and more cared for than I did my entire relationship with Colby. He must have cared for me a great deal though if he was willing to openly defy the Leader’s wishes to enroll me in the pack’s breeding program. Perhaps, even after eight years together, he still didn’t understand how to express that love. Either way, it was too late. There was no way to stop the execution. I thought he didn’t want another mate after his true mate passed away?

Mason’s expression became one filled with sorrow. “I’m sorry it was a stupid heat of the moment thing. I shouldn’t have done that,” he lamented. “Your mate is still alive.”

Just like that, the best s****l experience of my life so far, made me feel dirty and worthless. “You’re right...Maybe I do deserve to just be some worthless w***e only food for breeding,” I said flatly. “My first mate f****d me and rejected me right after. So maybe he saw what I truly was all along.”

The tears began to well up in my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I slowly shoved my emotions down. I would not allow myself to shed anymore tears over Travis. I pushed myself away from Mason and up on my feet. That’s what Colby had always resented about me. I had been with my true mate before him. He would always say that if I ever left him no one would want me unless it was for a one-night stand.

Leaving Mason where he was in the kitchen I walked to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. Hot tears spilled from my eyes as I pressed my back against the closed door. I felt so stupid. I actually believed he wanted to help me, but he just wanted to sample the product before everyone else. I wanted so badly to scream and let these feelings out, but Amelia was still asleep in the next room. Stupid, pathetic loser. I silently sobbed, afraid to make any noise. My chest heaved in and out from each sob but only the occasional squeak or sniffle would be audible. Amelia would be better off without me. I noticed a pocketknife on Colby’s bedside table. I’m better off dead. I flipped through looking for the silver knife, since shifters can’t heal wounds cut with silver. The tip of the blade touches the skin on my wrist when Mason comes thundering into my bedroom. “Stop! I can’t watch another mate die, chosen or true you’re my mate now,” Mason rushed over to me, begging.

“How did you…” I began to ask.

“You’re a lot stronger than you think. I wasn’t able to hear my true mate’s thoughts like I can yours,” he explained. “I’ve heard of it happening but never knew anyone who could.”

Me, strong? There was no way. My weakness was the reason my true mate rejected me. Mason gently placed his hand on the back of my neck, making our foreheads press together. “We belong to each other now,” his voice like soft velvet. “You are mine and I am yours.”

“You don’t want me as your mate. I’m just a weak fox,” I muttered, looking down at my hands in my lap.

Mason’s lips pressed against mine. His arms snaked around my body and the comfort of his body against mine helped calm my chaotic mind. “I promise you, I get you out of this breeding program or I will get us all out, together,” Mason said, taking my face in both his hands. “I am not going to let his happen.”

The hopes of seeing my home again that had been dashed over and over for so long started to soar. My thoughts swirled in happiness. I could see my family again. They could meet Amelia! Oh Goddess they would love her. They’d love him just for bringing me back to them. “I’m sure your family misses you and longs to have a relationship with Amelia too,” Mason added, hearing my thoughts.

“That’s going to take some getting used to,” I sighed.

The extra warm of being in Mason’s arms, brought a heaviness to my eyelids and I struggled to keep them open. His scent brought me back to home exploring the forest when I first starting shifting as a child. Looking to the alarm clock on the bedside table, the illuminated numbers read 2:43AM. “Amelia’s will be awake in a few hours,” I mumbled before succumbing to sleep.