Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Maisy
“Let me see you.” Matthias carries me from the party bus inside the mansion.
After he ripped Lucky Lou and his men apart, he bustled me inside the party bus while his brothers made quick work of cleaning up the scene.
Teddy said they would spread the word that it was a drug deal gone bad. Axel said someone named Kylie would plant texts on Lucky Lou's phone to point to an active branch of the cartel in this area to give the authorities a trail.
Allen was on the bus, shaking and freaking out because he’d seen men turn into bears. He’d peed his pants. It was disgusting. I realized there was nothing more I ever wanted from him. I didn’t need to have a relationship. Didn’t need to believe he cared.
I just. Don’t. Care.
What a relief. My pathetic relationship with him has clouded my entire life. It feels great to have it over.
Matthias asked how I’d like them to handle him, and I said I didn't want to see him again. Ever.
"If that's what you want, beautiful, consider it done. He doesn't get to breathe your air," Matthias said.
I heard Teddy tell Matthias he’d need to have his mind wiped. I don’t know exactly what that means, but I added, "Can you make sure...he doesn't hurt anyone anymore?"
Matthias had nodded. “We can make that happen.”
He carries me into the en suite bathroom and gently sets me on my feet on the floor. We’re both covered in blood. He turns on the shower.
“I need to examine you. If he left one fucking bruise…”
“You’ll tear his head off?” I try to make light of it by quirking my eyebrow up because if I don’t, I’ll probably hyperventilate.
I just saw seven grown men turn into bears and rip Lucky Lou and his men to shreds.
He rubs his face. “I’m so sorry you saw that, Maisy.”
“No, it’s okay. I knew you’d protect me, and you did.”
Matthias kisses my forehead and turns me gently to unzip my dress. It falls to a puddle at my feet. He unhooks my strapless bra, and it tumbles off, too.
He shucks the sweats one of his brothers gave him after he shifted. Then, he picks me up with his forearm under my ass, lifting me to straddle his waist. I’m a big girl–full-bodied–but he makes me feel tiny.
He steps into the shower still holding me and turns slowly, letting the spray of water shower both of us. He turns us around and around until the water runs clear, and the blood is gone.
“Are you going to put me down?” I laugh.
“I don’t want to.” His voice is gruff with emotion.
I inhale the steamy air and hold my breath. It feels significant that after a lifetime of worrying I was unloveable I’m suddenly married to a man who cares deeply. It’s strange and incredible, but it must be true. Here I am, in his arms. Feeling loved. Protected. Cherished.
How did we get here in just a few short days?
I almost want to pinch myself to see if it’s all a dream. Maybe I’m still drugged, bouncing around in the back of a rape van, and I never woke up in Vegas. Never got married to the man of my dreams. Never had my first kiss. Gave my first blowjob. Had my mind blown with orgasms.
But nothing has ever felt so real.
“I want to have sex with you,” I tell him.
Matthias pins me against the shower wall, still not lowering me to my feet, and kisses my breast. “We’ve been having sex.” His voice is impossibly deep and gravelly.
“I want you to take my virginity.”
He emits a bear growl. His teeth lengthen and eyes glow electric blue.
My nipples tighten into hard buds. The place where my bare pussy rubs against his belly grows even more slick. His cock lengthens, lifting to touch my ass.
“What are you waiting for?” I know I’m taunting him. It’s on purpose. I don’t need to be treated with kid gloves.
He lets out another growl. My bear daddy is losing it.
I love it.
He kicks off the water with his foot and steps out of the shower. I lick the water droplets from his neck, then give him a love bite.
He roars.
Wow. He grabs a towel and carries me into the bedroom.
We crash onto the bed with him on top of me, his open mouth dragging over my breast as his hips settle right into the cradle of my legs.
I feel the long ridge of his cock nested right against my pussy.
I rock my hips to rub against it, and Matthias groans.
This is it. I’m going to have sex. Well, like he said, we’ve had sex, but I’m going to experience penetration.
D in V.
The whole thing. My first time with the man of my dreams, just as I always imagined it.
I reach between our bodies to hold his cock. His growl would scare me except I know he likes it. I can tell by the way his cock surges in my hand, thickening and lengthening.
I direct it toward my entrance.
Matthias seems like he’s trying to speak, but all I hear are growls. I smile and pull him toward me. He seems to lose control, shoving deep.
I cry out at the mingled pain and pleasure, and Matthias instantly stops, his glowing eyes wide with alarm.
I don’t want him to stop. I love the sensation, just like I love when he spanks me. I rock my hips to move him inside me.
He seems to gather control, slowly gliding in and out of me as he returns his attention to his mouth on my nipple.
“Ooh!” I cry out when Matthias’ canine scrapes my nipple.
He rears his head back like he’s afraid of hurting me. His fangs are nearly as long as they were when he was in bear form.
I practically soak the bed as my body reacts with pure lust.
Matthias’ nostrils flare–a reaction I now realize must be him taking in my scent. He shoves into me a little harder. A little faster.
I let him know with my moans how much I like it. I touch my own breasts, cupping them and squeezing them.
My lover goes wild, like seeing me in the throes of pleasure sends him into orbit. He pounds into me harder. The bed slams against the wall. I now understand why he was afraid of hurting me, but it doesn’t hurt. He’s rough, he’s carnal, but it’s all wonderful.
I’m able to take him deeper as my body adjusts to his size. I’m sopping wet and slick, and he glides in and out like my body was made for him. It feels so delicious.
I don’t believe anything could feel better than this.
“Yes! Yes, Matthias!” I cry out.
Matthias’ fangs gleam white against his dark skin. The room spins. My eyes roll back in my head.
Somehow, I remember to ask for permission. “Sir, I need to come! May I please come?”
“Come!” he roars. He stands on his knees and lifts my legs, so my ankles hang over his shoulders. He grips the tops of my thighs, lifting my ass off the bed. His loins slap against my ass in a jackhammer motion as he fucks me fast and hard.
Oh. My. Gawd. It’s so good. So good. So–
I scream as the orgasm rolls over me. My internal muscles pulse and release.
Matthias doesn’t stop; he continues to plow into me as he lowers my ass to the bed and leans forward, so I’m in a plow position, practically folded in half. Only then does he slow, breathing in a deep rhythmic pattern like he’s trying to calm himself. Trying to get control.
I don’t want him in control. I want him to come with me.
I deliberately squeeze my muscles around his cock.
He lets out a surprised shout.
I do it again, and his panting breath comes faster.
“Maisy!” He sounds alarmed. Suddenly he’s pounding into me again, his face contorting with pleasure. He shoves in deep and groans, and I swear I feel the heat of his cum spilling inside me as his hips jerk and buck.
His teeth graze my shoulder. I gasp, my loose muscles jerking to attention when he nearly breaks the skin.
Matthias rears his head back, alarm scrawled across his face. He pulls out and backs up off the bed.
My hand flies to the place his canines scraped. He didn’t break the skin; he just bit a little harder than I expected. It’s fine. I might have a tiny bruise there. No big deal.
But Matthias seems horrified. He tries to say something, but it only sounds like growls. He holds one finger up and rushes out the door.
What…the hell?
I don’t need medical attention, if that’s what he’s thinking.
“I’m okay, Matthias!” I call after him to put his mind at ease. “Totally fine! Come back!”
When he doesn’t answer, I roll out of bed and get up to follow. Foolish man. He’s ruining the moment by treating me like I’m breakable.
I’m going to tell him that.
I find him in the kitchen, with his doctor’s kit dumped on the counter. He’s jabbed a syringe with a dark fluid into his arm. A tight band of rubber constricts the blood vessels on his arm to make them stand out.
“Matthias?” I stare in shock.
I’m instantly sick. Memories of watching my parents shoot up in my early childhood flood my brain. I feel dizzy.
His expression wears dismay.
He’s an addict?
Like my parents? What is this? Oh God, did he somehow know about my trust fund? Does he need the money for drugs? Or a gambling addiction? I think back to the past few days. The diamond jewelry. The “friend’s” mansion. The box seats and Cirque. What kind of small town doctor has friends like that?
I watch as his elongated teeth recede. The electric blue fades from his warm brown eyes.
“Maisy, I’m sorry, I’m under control now.”
“Wh-what are you doing?” My voice must hold a mountain of disgust because I watch understanding dawn in his expression. His forehead wrinkles, his eyes appear regretful. “Oh sweetheart. This looks bad to you, doesn’t it?”
I can’t speak. Can’t move. I’m rooted to the spot.
“It’s just medicine to control my bear. It’s to keep me from claiming you.”
Ice sluices through my veins. I don’t know what he means, but I don’t like it.
I don’t like any of this.
“What?”
“You’re my mate, Maisy. I have to take Moon Cure to keep from claiming you.”