Page 138 of Mates: Posy

Shivering, I squirmed a little to get closer to him. His sharp inhale and tightening grip on my bum drew my attention to something hard poking my inner thigh. When I realized what it was, my eyes widened and I pulled back a bit to look at him.

"Is that—"

"Yeah. He wants to be inside you." He peppered my throat and chin with little kisses.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—"

"Hush, baby. Just because he stands up doesn't mean you have to do anything about it. Ignore him. I do itallthe time."

"But now you're stuck like that for ... for how long?"

"He'll calm down on his own eventually," he chuckled, "and if he doesn't, I'll take a cold shower tomakehim calm down."

He didn't seem angry about it, so I decided I shouldn't feel guilty. Iwascurious, though.

"Mason?"

"Hmm?" he hummed as he kissed the notch between my collar bones.

"Can I, um, touch it? Him?"

"What?" He lifted his head and met my eyes.

"Mr. Penis. Can I touch him? I'll be super careful with him, I promise."

A deep groan reverberated through his chest as he closed his eyes, and I scolded myself for asking. I opened my mouth to apologize, but he just moved to lay on his back and pulled me beside him. Then his big hand grabbed mine and laid it on top of his soft sweat shorts.

My fingers found a hard rod that twitched underneath the fabric, and I gulped at the size of it.

And he thinks he's putting thatwherewhen it's time to mate?

"You still want to do this?" His voice came out as a husky rasp.

"Yes." I met his eyes without blinking, and that seemed to be all the answer he needed.

His hand held mine in place for a moment longer, then showed me how to rub over the long, steely length. He did that a couple of times, then released my hand so he could slide his fingers into my hair and angle my face up for more kisses.

Excited, I stroked him harder and faster, and he broke the kiss to tilt his head back on a heavy groan, his Adam's apple bobbing and the mark I'd given him was on full display. Feeling bold, I laid an open-mouth kiss on it and sucked the skin gently.

"Bite it," he hissed.

"What?"

I was so shocked, my hand clamped around what it had been stroking, and another groan left his lips.

"Bite. My. Mate. Mark," he demanded through gritted teeth.

I didn't want to hurt him, but he asked me to do it. Gently, I nipped at it, and a tremendous shudder ripped through his big body. One of his hands dropped to mine again and guided it faster and harder than what I'd been doing.

And I was worried that I was being too rough,I laughed at myself.

Suddenly, he stuffed his face in my neck and tightened his hand around mine so that I was squeezing him hard.

"Posy!"

A patch of warm wetness grew under my hand until the front of his shorts were soaked.

"Mason, did you pee on me? I mean, I understand that accidents happen, but did you seriouslypeeon me?"

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