Chapter 14 : 🔞

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Serena’s POV

Mason was leaning above me, propped up one arm, while his lips were a centimeter away from mine, his warmth breath ghosting my skin.

I stared up at him from beneath my lashes, my breath stalling every so often; affected by his magnetic presence.

His eyes were darker than usual, the usual warmth in them sharpened into something hungrier.

He didn’t speak at all. He just stared at me with that hungry gaze like he was deciding if he would stay gentle or if he would ravage me all at once.

My body answered for me. Slick— sweet and thick dripped down my thighs, soaking up my night wear. The scent rose off my skin in thick waves, and I felt the exact moment they hit him.

His pupils dilated and a low sound rumbled in his throat before he crashed his lips to mine. There was no gentleness in the kiss, just greed and primal need.

And when my mouth opened and our tongues brushed, something snapped. His tongue slid against mine, deeper, wetter, exploring every hidden corner of mouth I hadn't known I couid feel.

He kissed me like he was dreaming, like he'd been waiting years to do it.

And I kissed back him back, just as fervently, because I had. I'd been waiting for so long… ever since the first day I saw him.

My hands found his shoulders first, then his hair and I buried them into his thick tresses, drawing him closer, arching my body to meet his because I wanted to absorb him into me.

Soon there was no space left between us as he spread my legs wide, his weight pressing over me, his bulge pressing against the place I needed the most as he ground against my heat.

I moaned but the sound was quickly swallowed by our kiss. So I ground back hard against him, scenting him with my slick, a possessive claim on my part.

He broke away from the kiss, groaning aloud before burying his head in my neck. Then he mouthed at my scar, before moving up to my scent gland. For a split second I thought he might bite me, permanently marking me.

And for a moment, I yearned for it… for him to brand me. Own me.

But Mason didn't bite me. Instead, he moved lower, trailing deep, possesive kiss along my collarbone, past my heart, then down the center of my chest.

My top quickly came off and the cool air in the room made my nipples tighten, practically inviting him. When his mouth closed around one, I made a sound I never thought I could, a soft, pathetic whimper that reeked of desperation.

But Mason liked the sound if his smirk was anything to go by. He sucked gently at first, teasing my hardened nub with gentle flicks of his tongue. Then he sucked me harder, lips pulling tight to have blood settling on skin, teeth scraping just enough to send sparks straight down between my legs.

His hand came up to cup my other breast, kneading the tender curves at first before using his thumb to stroke in lazy circles.

Simultaneously, his hand and mouth worked my breast while I lay there stroking his hair, murmuring sweet praises. “Mh— so good, Mason. Ah Mason, please touch me. Make me yours..” I begged.

He might have loved the way I moaned his name because his eyes met mine with my nipple still caught in his mouth, and he looked at me, eyes shiny with lust.

The image nearly wrecked me.

“I’ve got you…” He murmured against my skin, tongue sweeping out to swipe my nipple, making my legs tremble harder. “Let me take care of you.” He finished, voice thick with lust.

Then his mouth moved lower, mapping deep, claiming kisses over my ribs, then across my stomach. My legs fell open as he neared my nether region and I could feel the warm slick already coating my inner thighs, soaking up my underwear.

The scent of it hung thick around us, and Mason growled low as he inhaled my desire— honey and vanilla blending together. “You’re already so wet for me… and I’ve barely even started”

My cheeks flushed but it faded away fast as he hooked his fingers inside my waistband, pulling both my shorts and underwear in one slow pull.

I gasped as the cool air touched my bare skin, a shiver running up through me.

Then Mason’s fingers was spreading apart my folds, caressing one half with his thumb. A broken moan tore out of me, and my fingers clawed into the sheets as i bucked forward involuntarily.

Then his mouth was on me. He kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, deeply inhaling my intoxicating scent. “Hmm… smell’s like heaven.” His deep, sultry tone vibrated through me, shooting pleasure straight to my core.

Then he dragged his tongue through the slick that had already gathered there, my body jerking again at the sudden movement.

I sighed out in pleasure even as the need and anticipation threatened to ruin me.

I couldn't remember wanting anything the way I wanted him in this moment.

Mason kept licking me clean, groaning against me like the taste alone was enough to undo him. “Taste like heaven too.”

Then his hands slid over my thighs and he spread me wider, holding me open for him as his tongue finally swiped me. My back arched off the bed as I cried out at the sudden surge of pleasure, fisting the sheets to ground myself against it.

But Mason didn't stop his sensual assault. He licked me slow at first, in light, circling motions, teasing my spot. Then his tongue pressed deeper, fully massaging me as my stomach clenched from the sensation, my vision whiting out at the edges.

I soaked everywhere, myself, the sheets, his face. The slick kept spilling out of me in thick pulses, coating his chin and his fingers as he spread my folds to attack that spot deeper. It was a little embarrassing.

But what was more embarrassing was the way my hips rolled into his tongue as I rubbed back against his face, my body begging without words. Even more embarrassing was the noises spilling out of me without permission.

“Tell me how good it feels… don’t be shy.” He murmured against my thighs, before diving deep again.

“Ahh, Mason. It's so good…. just like that… don’t stop…” I moaned as my fingers slipped from the sheets and buried into his hair, taking more than he was already giving. I directed him towards the area that I wanted and when his tongue touched those spot, my thighs trembled uncontrollably, every muscle drawing tight as I neared the edge.

“Mason, please more. I want more.”

He pulled away slightly and then pressed two fingers into me, carefully at first, and I gasped the moment he was fully in, my walls clenching tight around him.

Then he kept stretching me, curling his fingers just right while his tongue kept working around my clit, and the dual sensation ripped a cry from my chest. My fingers tightened on his hair as I held on against the wave of pleasure crashing through me.

“Please… Mason, please… i’m close—” I heard myself say. I didn't even know what I begged for. I just knew only he could give it to me.

A low growl slipped from him. “So ready for me already? You'll take me so good.”

“Yes! Hurry up! Make me yours.” I beg desperately as my breath turn ragged, sweat soaking up my skin.

He removed his finger from me, a low whine escaping me at the sudden loss. Then he rose up, and pulled me roughly to him— a dominant move that had my pulse rushing with endorphins.

Then he lowered his pants, his length springing free, thick and leaking.

I swallowed, wondering if he would fit.

I had never taken more than the size of my tampon before.

I guessed I would find out in moments.

Mason leaned over me again, and pressed the head of his cock against my opening, nudging me gently, slicking himself with me. He teased me with slow circles and my legs wrapped tight around his waist, pressing him down forward.

“Serena…” He moaned.

I pulled him close, his scent wrapping around mine— my honey and his cardamom blending into something thicker, headier, the mix making my head spin.

“Serena.” He murmured again as he stared down at me with reverent eyes.

My name in his mouth sounded sacred.

“Mason.” I whisper, breath ragged.

“Serena—” He murmured again, pressing deep, only slightly breaching me.

I whimpered at the sudden intrusion, my walls clenching tight, trying to pull him in deeper.

“Serena??”

I blinked. The voice had changed and my gaze narrowed. It was still saying my name, but the tone felt wrong. It was softer, familiar in an odd way.

What?

“Serena, wake up!”

My eyes snapped open to the early morning light spilling through my curtains and familiar hazel eyes studying me. My mother was sitting on the bed, right next to me.

She was already dressed for work, and her face was creased with worry. “Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

I sat up too fast, a sudden rush of embarrassment flooding me. But I suddenly felt too warm… feverish. “Yeah. I’m fine.” I murmured as I close my eyes to steady myself against the discomfort. “Just… a weird dream.”

She pressed her hand pressed gently against my forehead, then my cheek. “Your temperature is rising…” She said quietly. “You’re must be close to your cycle. I can smell your pheromones everywhere in here.”

Heat rushed to my face again.

I could smell it too now that I was awake. That sweet, unmistakable scent of my arousal.

“I think so… I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Hmm…” Mom nodded, smiling softly. “Okay then. Turn in your heat leave request before class today. Don’t wait until it’s too late and you’re stuck at school after hours. Go shower. And change your sheets before you leave. Smells like a mating ritual in here.” She teased.

My ears burned. “Mom…” I groan.

She chuckled and stood up. “Be ready in ten if you want me to give you a ride. Breakfast is in the microwave.”

Then she was gone, closing the door softly behind her. Silence settled over the room.

I sat frozen for a few more seconds, still trying to convince my body that none of it had been real. But it didn't work.

I was still leaking profusely. Slowly, I peeked down beneath my sheets. A dark, wet patch spread out from my night shorts all the way down to the sheets. The scent was heavy and my stomach flipped with pure mortification.

I dropped back against the pillow and stared up at the ceiling, heart still racing, skin still too warm.

I had known Mason for two days and I was already having wet dreams about him. I pressed both hands over my face and let out a low, embarrassed scream.

I told myself it was my heat, my body choosing for me. Nothing more.

But I knew it was more than that. The dream had been too real. And I felt like a complete pervert.

How was I going to face him today?

I couldn't.

I made a mental note to avoid him all day.