Chapter 29 Maso
MASO
Oh, fuck. Shit. Feels so good.
That inner moan rolled through me again and again as her shimmering claws dug into my skin, the sharp pain balancing the pleasure of her lips on mine.
The air reeked of blood, metallic and thick, but her arousal was seeping in, too, sweet and wild, twisting the scent into something heady that made my mind reel.
I was never a ladies’ man. Never had a string of women, never chased any either. If they came to me, fine. If not, life went on. My uncle never said it outright, but I knew what he thought. The only girl who’d want you would be one of those filthy supes.
So, I stayed quiet and kept to myself, which, turns out, made me more intimidating. Since I was the muscle, it worked out better that way. Show up, get the job done, move on. You didn’t need charm for that. Just the right skill and the right attitude.
Then Ezra came rolling in. After that, we moved upstate, to middle-of-nowhere New York, and everything shifted. I focused on my family, the land, the next job my debtor would call in.
Then Aniyah showed up.
She looked like no other woman I’d ever seen, white hair braided off to the side, jeans molded to her legs, moto jacket dripping wet, wide-eyed and storm-swept. She looked like an angel who’d fallen from the sky.
My wolf wanted her on sight. He was immediately drawn to her, running images in my head of him rutting into her. I wrestled him back, but God… I was already gone.
She was perfect, and I didn’t want to screw it up.
When the night progressed, and we spent it in each other's arms, I was careful, holding her like she’d shatter if I squeezed too hard.
Even though I wanted to squeeze. Wanted to bite down on her neck and spend the rest of the next day licking the wound.
I was so wrapped up in her I didn’t get a single piece of important information. Not where she was headed, not if she had family, hell, not even her name. She bewitched me into bed and disappeared without a trace.
*Now, her hands were in my hair, dragging those painted claws wherever she could reach, and I gripped her waist harder. Our tongues clashed, hot, desperate, brutal…. We were fighting for dominance in a war I hadn’t realized we’d started but was damn sure I’d finish.
She wanted to scare me? To show me she wasn’t an angel but a curvy devil in stilettos? Then drag me to hell, baby, because I wasn’t letting go. Not now.
She tore her mouth from mine, and I buried my face in her neck, needing every inch of her on me, around me, consuming me.
“You think this is enough?” she breathed, clutching me close.
Her wings unfurled, legs tightening around my waist. With a growl, I yanked down the straps of her black lace top, the only thing I’d been thinking about since she tossed me her jacket.
Palming her breasts and kissing every inch I could reach, I bit a path down her neck and chest, marking her skin in deep red hues.
Pinching her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, I flicked my eyes up to watch her breath hitch before circling my lips around her little nubs, licking at them until they hardened under my tongue. Her moan spilled to the ceiling like a prayer.
My cock strained against my pants, steel-hard, but I couldn’t tear my hands off her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured along her skin, the truth ripping out of me.
She looked down at me, glinting rose gold eyes laced with molten fire. I got stuck there, mesmerized, hypnotized, until I realized her grip was tightening. Wings fluttering. Legs locking.
“You think soooo?” she said, her voice rough, soaked in sin.
Like a serpent, she held my gaze and cast a spell. Those jeweled eyes, that voice dripping with a promise of the delicious sins we were going to commit... that was how she caught me off guard. She spun us around and brought us to the floor, slamming me onto my back like I weighed nothing.
Her teeth caught the corner of her lip as she stared down at me, then—shk—my shirt split. My knife glinted in her hand. I hadn’t even realized she still had it.
She ran blood-stained fingers down my chest, and I bit my tongue, refusing to let her know just how much her touch owned me. Whether angel or demon, I wanted her eyes on me. Her hands. Her body. Always.
“I bet you never imagined fucking me while I was covered in someone else’s blood.”
She taunted me, her voice cold and sweet, but I didn’t flinch. I took her crimson-tinted hand in mine and lifted it to my mouth, licking and kissing her palm. Her lashes fluttered.
Yes. Keep looking at me. Stay with me.
I licked between her fingers then sucked them into my mouth, letting her know that this version of her, the one she thought would scare me? It didn’t. It thrilled me.
I didn't know that I could be into something like this, but with her, I thought I would be into anything. I could find pleasure and beauty in anything that she did, wanting her any way I could get her. No restrictions. No holding back, no matter which way she decided to take it.
Pleasure and madness wrapped in lace and chaos. I wanted it all.
Her lips parted, a few sharp, surprised breaths slipping out as she watched me. My hips lifted, rubbing my cock against her soaked center. She licked her lips, and something flickered in her gaze, something soft, but she snuffed it out just as quickly. Her fingers hooked in my waistband.
“You want to fuck me?”
I nodded. I needed to. Every inch of me screamed for it.
Her smile curled, dark and dangerous, like a queen about to deliver punishment.
She popped the button open. My hips jerked. I never liked underwear—too tight—so when she unzipped me, I sprang free.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed, almost to herself. Her eyes widened, throat working in a gulp. “I forgot how huge you are.”
I didn’t know if that was a compliment, but I sure as hell liked the look on her face.
“Too much for you?”
Yeah, I shouldn’t have said it. This was about her, about proving I could take whatever she gave me, but damn, I couldn’t resist teasing her.
She froze.
For a beat, I thought I’d messed up. An apology hovered on my tongue until she slammed her palm into the pool of blood beside me, splashing my chest in sticky red splatter.
“Too much?” she whispered, hair veiling her face.
She rose slowly, dragging her hand through the blood. When she looked back at me, something crazed had sparked behind her eyes. Then she wrapped that dripping hand around my dick, pumping it with slick, ruthless strokes.
I should’ve been grossed out, should’ve recoiled, but with her eyes pinning me in place, all I felt was burning, blistering anticipation as I shuddered under her touch.
She shifted the lace aside and lowered herself onto me, her blood-slick hand guiding my cock into her heat. I groaned, eyes slamming shut for a breath as her tight, wet cunt swallowed me whole.
For just a beat, I thought I’d gone to Heaven or at least a version of Hell I never wanted to leave.
My half-lidded eyes looked up at her, drinking in every detail.
The light above shined against her moonkissed hair, creating a halo over her head that was in direct contrast to the blood spatters on her face.
Lifting her blood-red hand to my neck, she looked more like a demon coming for my soul than an angel.
Then she started to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate, punishing thrusts that made my eyes roll into the back of my head. I clawed at the metal beneath me, holding myself back. I wouldn’t take over. Not yet.
She wanted control? Wanted to test me?
Let her. I was ready to take everything she had and more.
Her fingers tightened around my neck, cutting off my air until all I could take in were desperate, ragged sips. Barely enough to keep my lungs working. Barely enough to stay conscious.
Still, I didn’t fight her.
I could feel the blood rushing behind my eyes, my vision fraying at the edges like scorched paper. My brain floated, dizzy, weightless. My body wanted to buck, to throw her off, to take over, but I kept it still, kept it tethered, because this was her. My mate. I’d take anything she gave me.
She leaned in close, her breath curling against my ear, her voice a slow blade.
“I’m an alluring monster, not someone’s dream. I’m a nightmare.”
I wanted to shake my head, deny it, but I couldn’t move, not with her hand still squeezing my throat like a command. I used the last breath I had to force it out, my voice raw and nearly broken.
“B-b… beauti-ful.”
She froze.
Her fingers loosened instantly, her lips parting in stunned silence as she stared down at me like I’d just broken the last certainty she believed about herself.
Her grip vanished, and I gasped, desperately sucking in breath.
The rush of oxygen hit my blood like lightning. My pulse thundered in my ears.
I surged up.
One hand gripped her hip like a lifeline, while the other curled around the back of her neck, anchoring her gaze to mine.
My voice was ragged, every word soaked in grit and devotion.
“You’re beautiful.”
Then I thrust into her, and she gasped, her arms wrapping around my shoulders like she needed something to cling to or she'd come apart.
“Everything about you is what I want.”
Thrust.
“What I crave.”
Thrust.
“I want it all. The devil and the angel.”
Thrust.
She bounced with every thrust, her hair wild, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.
Her wings fluttered behind her like they couldn’t decide if they wanted to take flight or fold into surrender.
The wolf in me growled, satisfied. He was getting restless, his energy buzzing just beneath my skin, crawling along my spine, tingling through my arms.
I was reaching my limits, so I growled, “Now… can you handle me?”
Before she could respond, I grabbed her head and rolled us, reversing our positions in a blur of movement. Her soft moan, “Maso,” came from below like an invocation.
That was it. The last thread snapped, and my wolf took over.
He shoved me aside so that I became a passenger in my body. One hand pinned her wrists above her head, claws emerging to bind her like natural cuffs. The other hand locked on her hip as he slammed into her, snarling with unfiltered instinct.
I watched from the back of my mind, dazed and powerless, as she writhed beneath him, beneath me, her eyes squeezed shut, face twisted up, biting her lip like she was seconds away from crying.
You’re hurting her, I told him, panic rising.
He chuckled, low and cruel. Stupid half. Body singing for us.
Then he flipped her over, pinning her arms behind her lower back and shoving her face into the pool of blood as he pounded into her from behind. Her wings trembled, her entire body tight, bracing.
I almost forced him back. Almost reclaimed control.
Until I heard her.
“Oh. Oh, fuck. Mas. Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder!”
His voice rumbled from our throat, animalistic and triumphant.
“Mate wants, mate gets.”
He let go of her arms and gripped her hips, claws puncturing her skin. She cried out, panting in sharp, frantic gasps.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes!”
He gave her everything—his need, his hunger, his claim. His thoughts echoed through our head like a drumbeat.
Fuck mate. Mate her. Fill her. Own her.
Her voice broke into moans, eyes screwed shut as she surrendered. There were no words. Only sensation.
The slap of skin against skin echoed off the metal walls, mingling with the scent of blood, sweat, and raw, pulsing sex. Her arousal mixed with mine, sweet and carnal, thick in the air.
My balls tightened, body ready to come, but I didn’t want to finish alone. I wanted us to break together.
The wolf felt it, so he gave me the reins again. My hands once more became my own as my claws retracted. I didn’t miss a beat.
I kept the rhythm, feeding her exactly what she’d been begging for, but I wanted more.
I wanted to push her over that edge, so I reached down, swiped two fingers through the blood streaked across her thigh, and shoved them into her ass while my other hand brushed the base of her wings.
Her head snapped up as she screamed.
“Oh—fuck! Keep going. Don’t stop. I’m a-almost t-there!”
I kept going, harder, rougher, shoving myself in and out of both of her holes. Grabbing onto the base of one of her wings, I fucked her with everything I had. She was the answer to every lonely night I ever lived. Every ache. Every shadow.
“You’re mine, Aniyah Glovefox. Now and forever.”
I added a third finger, her body clenching so tight around my cock I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck!”
Her body arched, her scream loud enough to rattle the container walls as her walls clamped down on me. She let it all go, her orgasm ripping through her as I roared in return. Slamming deep, I came with her, pouring everything I had into her until I felt hollow and full all at once.
We stayed like that, locked together, trembling, until the wave passed. I slowed my thrusts, dragging out the last aftershocks in long, deep strokes. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the thick, glistening mix of blood and cum spilling from between her thighs.
When I finally pulled out and collapsed beside her, my body was drenched in sweat, my chest heaving.
She was still on her stomach, though her face slowly turned toward me. Her eyes found mine, soft now. That edge of fire had melted into something tender, and she smiled.
“I’ve never been so glad to be wrong before.”
And just like that, my heart cracked wide open. I gathered her into my arms, holding her against me, my face buried in her hair. That musky, sweet scent, her scent, flooded my senses.
Everything in me stilled. Everything except my mate bond, which still stretched between us. Reaching. Waiting.
Hers was still behind the door, but it wasn’t locked up tight anymore. She was slowly unlatching it. We were getting closer, but I wouldn’t rush her.
I’d wait for as long as it took because she was my moon and my stars. My angel and my devil. My wild, untamed mate.
She was the only one I’d ever need, and for now, this was enough.
* Hell of a Good Time by Hayden Henderson