The Wolf Of Penshaw Lake

I couldn’t help the direction in which my eyes betrayed me. I shot them up towards his face as soon as I had control over them once again. I could feel my cheeks warm up as I began to blush scarlet and I looked away just as Mason went to grab his towel again.

“I’m sorry,” I spluttered, “That wasn’t how it was supposed to come out,” I added. I put my head into my hands and let out a load groan, “I’m royally ballsing this up.”

Mason quickly put on a pair of boxers, a light grey, well-worn pair of joggers and a shirt before he came and sat by me on the bed. I turned to him as I felt his presence dip the mattress down and took my hands off my face to give him a look of complete embarrassment.

“Why are you asking about commitment ceremonies?” He asked softly, taking my hands into his own. I smiled lightly as I felt his warmth travel through my hands and up my arms.

“It’s a long story, Josie and Dee ended up talking about it. I know you don’t really get married as lycans, but you have these ceremonies instead?” I tried to make it sound like a statement, but it came out as a question, I found myself nervous yet eagerly wanting to know more.

Mason nodded, “Yeah, we do. It’s like a confirmation that you’ve accepted one another as a mated pair, that you’ve bonded with each other for life. The ceremony just ties it up with a neat, little bow.”

I nodded my understanding, “How soon do...normal lycan pairings have these ceremonies?”

Mason shrugged his shoulders, “Depends on the couple. My parents were a couple of weeks, but Will and Isabella were around three months. I’ve heard of couples going longer, I suppose it just depends on circumstances. Plus, they take a bit of planning.”

“Wow, two weeks?” I exclaimed. I couldn’t imagine feeling as though I knew someone well enough to commit myself one hundred percent for the rest of my life after a simple two weeks. To my human ears, it sounded insane, but this was a normal part of life for lycans. Mating was different, once you found your mate, you knew that there would never be anybody else for you. That they were the other half to your soul. I smiled inwardly,‘I suppose if I were a lycan, I would want to have a ceremony as soon as possible,’I thought.

“Mmm, they knew each other as children though. They grew up together and knew everything about each other. When they turned eighteen and discovered that they were meant to be bonded, it made no sense to wait.”

“I get that,” I replied softly. “How lovely for them to have loved each other since they were children. Not everybody gets to experience that.”

“No, it’s very rare. Most lycans find their by mate by twenty one, we believe the universe draws them together. Fate, destiny what ever you want to call it. However, the universe can take her bloody time,” He grinned at me.

“I know, you’re an old man,” I joked.

Mason gasped in horror, “Take that back, I’m young!”

I grinned cheekily, getting into a playful, kneeling position on the bed to lean up close to his face. I frowned, pretending to inspect his face as Mason pulled back slightly, a look of confusion on his face.

“Whatareyou doing?”

“I just...thought I saw a grey hair!” I squealed with laughter.

Mason growled lowly, “You’ll pay for that,” he teased playfully, letting his wolf come to the surface. His eyes darkened to an obsidian black and his nails lengthened into sharp, lethal claws. He snapped his teeth at me and I could see that they too had sharpened into canines; designed to kill.

I held my hands up in surrender as Mason stood up slowly and began to stalk me from his side of the bed. I stood up on the bed, and wobbled immediately, almost falling off and straight into his path.

“Ok, Ok,” I giggled nervously as he held out his hands as though to grab me. “You have beautiful hair, not a grey hair in sight!”

“I still think you need to be punished,” He replied huskily. “Where are you going to go?”

I looked to my left and right, but Mason was stood at the end of the bed, ready to catch me at either side. Besides...I kind of wanted him to catch me. I shrugged helplessly, “You’ll have to get on the bed if you want to get me,” I replied. “I’m not coming down.”

Mason grinned, and I could see the glint in his eye as he walked confidently to the end of the bed. Like a flash, he leaped forward and grasped a hold on my ankle. One pull and it was all over, I toppled down onto my back like a sack of potatoes. Shrieking as I fell, I didn’t notice Mason leaning over me until it was far too late.

Panting from a mixture of exhilaration and adrenaline, I stared into his eyes, “Damn,” I breathed.

Mason grabbed my wrists and held them above my head, using my arms and his knees to balance himself over the top of me. I knew he was being careful not to hurt me.

“I remember the first time I saw you,” He said, beginning to pepper kisses down the side of my neck and across my collarbone.

“Oh?”

“I thought you were the most beautiful creature I had laid my eyes on,” He whispered, kissing the sensitive spot just beside my ear and making me shiver. “I couldn’t sleep without thinking of you, what it would feel like to have you beneath me just like this.”

Mason began kissing lower, still keeping my wrists trapped in his so that I couldn’t move away. He kissed across my chest and gave me a small look before removing one of his hands, wrapping the other around both of my wrists. He gently pulled my fleecy jumper up so that my stomach and bra were exposed. The sudden draft caused goosebumps to appear on my skin and he pressed a kiss to my stomach, moving up until he reached my breasts.

“This is a problem,” He mumbled.

Hardly listening, I cocked my head to the side, “Hmm?”

“Sit up,” he said, pulling me up by my wrists so that I was sitting back in an upright position. At first, I could feel dread settling into the pit of my stomach, was this a mistake?

I couldn’t let my anxiety win however, as the next thing I knew he was tugging my jumper up and over my head before reaching around and unclasping my bra. Instinctively, I grasped a hold of it, before Mason could sling it across the bedroom.

“Let go,” He ushered.

I gulped and I noticed Mason sense my hesitation. Instead of stopping, he pulled me towards him so that I was pressed against his chest.

“I’m not looking at you now.”

With a sudden bout of bravery, I pulled the bra from between us and flung it away onto the floor. Mason leaned back and took off his own shirt so that we were pressed together, skin to skin. I almost melted from his warmth and how good his body felt against my own.

“Ok?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I breathed.

He gently moved forwards so that I was forced to lie back again, my naked chest now on display for him to see. Instead of looking, he captured my lips in a kiss that relaxed my whole body. Closing my eyes, I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him close to me. He pulled away and kissed back down my body, never rushing and making sure every inch of my skin got his attention.

Reaching my breasts he kissed each of them before putting a nipple into his mouth and nipping it. I wasn’t expecting the sudden sensation and gasped. He paid attention to both, before moving down further to my stomach and my hip, letting go of my hands to balance himself on the end of the bed. At this point, I was getting desperate for things to quicken up, but he was hell bent on taking his time. He kissed along my pubic bone, teasing me with feathery, light kisses that barely brushed the skin.

I groaned in annoyance and I could feel his smirk against my skin.

“Is something bothering you?” He asked innocently.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, “You’re teasing me,” I accused.

“I would never! Why, are you getting impatient?” He asked, slowing peeling my jeans from my legs and leaving me in just my lacy, black knickers. He flicked up one claw from his hand and hooked around my knickers, “Because I can speed things up?”

“You wouldn’t...” I faltered.

Mason smirked and my eyes widened as I heard the rip of my knickers tearing from my body. I was now completely naked beneath him and I knew there was no going back from here. Mason winked at me before lifting my legs above his head and pressing his face against my core. I threw my head back against the pillow as he brought me sensations that I had never felt before. I gripped the pillow in both hands and wrapped my legs around his neck as I let all sorts of unholy sounds escape from my mouth.

Feeling a pressure build, I couldn’t help letting a few ’oh my god’s escape my mouth and Mason sped up, as though he knew I was close.

“Mason, I-” I suddenly exploded, as though fireworks were dancing behind my eyes and that I had taken several drugs at once. Euphoria and endorphins flooded my whole body and for a moment I never wanted the feeling to end.

Coming down from the high, I glanced at Mason through glazed eyes who was removing his own boxers. I looked down between my thighs as he pulled out his penis; my eyes cleared as I took in its size. For a lycan, Dan had been relatively average and I knew that Mason was definitely not average.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

I nodded, watching as Mason readied himself. I gasped as he slowly entered, taking his time as to not hurt me, but I couldn’t help but wince in pain as my body adjusted to his size. Mason stopped as he saw my flinch,

“I can stop?”

I shook my head impatiently and moved myself forward to take more of him. Grinning, Mason pushed the rest of himself in and waited until I was used to the unusual feeling. He leaned forward and placed his forehead against mine.

“I’ll go slow,” He assured me.

Mason began to move and I instinctively began moving my hips with him, I bucked myself up and found myself being taken over by the horniness in my mind. I ran my hands through his hair and pulled it gently. Hearing him moan, I pulled a little harder and noticed how he sped up his thrusts. I realised how good it felt to have him go faster, so I began raking my nails up and down his back.

“Alright, little minx you asked for it,” He growled. He sat up, still inside me and pushed my legs up onto his shoulders. His eyes, wild with lust, stared into my own as he pounded deep inside, my teasing clearly having an effect on him. I groaned with both pleasure and pain as I took on the new position.

“Fuck it,” He groaned and pulled out, my body feeling suddenly empty.

“Wha-” I began to ask before I was flipped over onto my stomach and pulled back towards him by my hair. He gathered it up in one hand and entered me again from behind, using his free hand to smack me hard on my ass.

“Fuck me,” I groaned into the pillow.

“As you wish,” Mason growled, I could tell this was all his wolf side. The animal was here and I was loving it.

Mason went faster, harder, deeper until I was crying out his name. Suddenly he tensed and went still, jolting above me. I sighed as he came down from his orgasm and pulled himself out gently. I lay myself down flat on the bed and laughed to myself against the covers.

I could feel a dip in the bed as Mason pressed himself down on the bed to get up and head into the bathroom. I turned myself over and awaited Mason to return with something to clean up with.

He soon returned with some toilet roll and baby wipes and I gratefully took them off him to clean up, before getting lightly dressed in just some clean boxers and a shirt before heading into the bathroom myself. Sitting on the toilet, I ran a hand through my hair and smiled to myself. We had just completed the bond, and my heart had never felt so full. The way he looked after me the whole time, asked if I was ok, took his time.

I loved him.

I jumped up from the toilet and quickly washed my hands. Entering the bedroom, I saw him lay on the bed waiting for me to return.

“I love you.”

Not shocked by my sudden outburst, Mason held out his arms. I ran over and eagerly jumped into the them, comforted by his warm embrace.

“Oh my darling,” Mason whispered, “I love you too.”