A Very Merry Iona Christmas (9 page)

Crap! Brain fart…

‘Don’t just stand
there, stupid. Go after him!”
Iona
growled. It was a pathetic attempt, but when in Rome…

Crap, Iona. I don’t
know what I want. Well…

‘Sure you do. You
want him stupid.’

Would you stop
calling me stupid…?

‘Not until you go
after that sexy hunk of maleness and do what comes naturally.’
Iona wasn’t taking any prisoners. She folded those
imaginary arms across her chest and thumbed her nose at the witch.

How do you know,
though? Like really know?

‘Well in this case,
fate told you, I told, he told you. Do you need the Tripple Goddess to come
down here and draw you a damn picture? Maybe she could use crayon, or chalk,
maybe you’d prefer it in charcoal…’

Ok! Damn it! I get
it. I screwed up…

‘Ahem. A woman
doesn’t screw up, she just changes her mind.’
Iona offered and Carly chuckled.

I’m not leaving the
kids alone…

“Why am I here? I’m
sure I was on my way to…” Annie stood at the other end of the hallway looking
slightly confused and Iona chuckled.

‘ Call it a gift.
Now go get him…’

“Annie, could you do
me a favour and watch those two so they don’t abscond again?” Carly asked as
she started down the hallway towards her.

“Sure. Where you
going?” Annie asked as she snapped out of her daze.

“To get me a mate.”
Carly grinned.

“That’s my girl!”
Annie chuckled and Iona did the same.

‘
So, you can say
thank you now, cos as soon as you two start, you know, I’m gonna get ripped out
of here and tossed… who knows where?’
Iona informed her and Carly missed a
step.

“I was getting used to
you being around.”

‘
Yeah, well, all
the best things have to come to an end, eventually. Except you though. You’ll
have a mate forever…’
Carly stopped dead in her tracks.

Wow, Iona. That’s a
scary thought. Forever is a damn long time…

‘Oh no you don’t.
You made up your mind, now you gotta stick to it.’

Maybe I was wrong…

‘Again? Girl, how
many times can a person be wrong?’

Still…

‘You’re pulling my
damn chain, right?’

Right.

‘That’s just mean.
I thought I was gonna be stuck in your screwy head for a while longer. That
ain’t a nice thing to do to a lady.’

Lady? You…?

‘Don’t you be doing
me like that…’

I got you good,
admit it. Say the words, Iona.

‘You did not.’

Did too.

‘Girl, go get your
man and say goodbye to me.’

Thanks, Iona. I owe
you one…

‘More than one, but
I’ll take what I can get. You’ll be ok, you know that right?’

Thanks to you.

‘Yeah. You know
it.’

Bye, Iona.

‘Bye, kiddo. Don’t
do anything I wouldn’t do, and trust me, that leaves… nothing.’
Iona felt that hard tug of the powers that be and she
cursed as she was wrenched out of Carly’s mind.

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“Mason!” Carly shouted
as she saw the man heading across the snow covered landscape towards the woods.
Mason stopped in his tracks the moment that he heard her voice.

“What’s happened?” He
growled on a dark frown. Fate might have brought them together, but it seemed
destiny was trying to keep them apart.

Carly stalked towards
him. He watched her close that distance and his heart beat double time. Her
hair was flying behind her and her eyes were so intent on him that she looked
like some kind of wood nymph out to tempt and tease him…

“I don’t appreciate
being walked away from.” Carly frowned harder.

“I didn’t walk away
from you. I walked away from an impossible situation…” Mason wanted her to know
the truth of it. He’d been that close to losing control with her that if he
hadn’t of left she’d be his now.

“Impossible means it
can’t be done.”

“Sounds about right…”
Mason tossed up an absent hand just as she launched herself at him. To his
surprise he caught her mid-air and brought her up against his body.

“Quitter.” She
breathed out as she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his
broad shoulders. Mason growled at the contact with his hard length…

“I don’t quit…” Mason
started but she fisted her fingers into his hair and pressed her lips against
his. The growl that went through him made her toes curl within her boots.

Mason was as shocked
as hell but he wasn’t about to stand there and debate her change of heart when
she was as hot as fire within his arms. He kissed her with so much passion that
she melted against him. With half a mind on what he was doing; he stalked
across the ground towards the nearest cabin and kicked the door open.

His brother’s scent
filled the air, but the cabin was empty. He wasn’t about to turn tail and take
her back to his bed. There wasn’t going to be time for that and he didn’t have
the inclination…

‘
Dougie, you’re
cabin’s occupied and if you so much as come near the front door…’

‘Occupied?’

‘I’m mating…’

‘Crap. Err, I don’t
know what to say…’

‘Good, shut the
hell up… Oh, and you’re on babysitting duty all night…’

Mason kicked the door
closed and turned her towards the wall. He put his hand out to save her back
taking the hit, and then he let loose of his emotions, his need, and his
desire. He had mating in mind and nothing was going to stop him now…

“Naked. I wanna be
naked…” Carly gasped out as he released her lips and nipped his way down her
neck.

“You wanna be naked?
Women, you don’t know how much I want to be skin on skin with you…” Mason
uncurled her legs from around him and dropped her gently down to her boots.

Then his hands were
everywhere, all at once, he was ripping off this and peeling off that from her
body. Her boots went flying off in two different directions as her hands torn
into his clothes.

The pair of them stood
naked and panting, eyes feasting on each other, and then Mason reached out and
yanked her against him.

“Naked enough?” He
growled. Two large hands palmed her backside and he lifted her up his body. The
press of his hard cock against her sex made her bite down on her need to feel
him press inside of her…

“Not nearly…” She felt
the world spin away as he turned them and stalked across the room to the bed…

“Do you want me to
change the sheets?” He growled out. The thought of taking his mate on his
brother’s bed made him scowl.

“Whose bed?”

“Dougie’s.” Mason
groaned and Carly chuckled.

“Rug…” They both said
at the same time.

Mason dropped to his
knees and rested her backside against his large thighs. With two hands; he
cupped her face and kissed her with enough passion that she didn’t care if
she’d been naked with him in the middle of a damn field with the pack watching…
well, almost didn’t care…

She found herself on
her back. The feel of his skin against hers sent quivers over her flesh, but it
was the hard press of his length against her sex that made her squirm beneath
him to try to take him inside…

Mason pushed up and
back… There was a damn hungry look on his face as his hands came down on her
thighs and he pushed her legs back, opening her sex to his gaze… Wow, she
hadn’t seen hungry until that moment…

“I need to taste you…”
He growled and she almost swallowed her tongue at the thought of it, the way
he’d said it… If there was a God then she was going to hell for every wicked
thought that just shot through her mind…

Mason moved down her
body and it might only have taken seconds, but it felt like forever. She
squirmed in anticipation. There was a part of her that said no- she wanted him
inside, and a part of her that said- hurry the hell up…

Then Mason growled
long and hard as he leaned in and took that first taste on his flat tongue. Her
insides trembled from the jolt of excitement and pleasure that shot through her,
but there was no time to ponder or enjoy that first brief moment, because now
Mason was devouring her as if he was never going to get enough.

Carly couldn’t keep
still. Every inch of her body was alive with fire, with anticipation, with
pleasure and expectation. He had a wicked tongue and he knew just how to use
it, and there was no way in hell that she was not going to get a happily ever
after real soon…

“Mason…” She curled
her fingers into his hair and tried to tug him upwards. Mason was damned if he
wasn’t going to taste her cream. He wanted to know her in every damned sense of
the word and before this night was through; he’d have every inch of her body
either in his hands, on his tongue, or with his cock…

He pressed two thick
fingers inside her tightening channel and felt those inner muscles clench
around them. He growled like a man possessed and that deep rumbled rolled
through her clit like the very best vibrator. With his fingers curled inside of
her; he rubbed the silken inner walls searching for that bunch of nerves that
would give her a damn fine orgasm and have her cream on his tongue in no time…

He heard her gasp the
moment that he found them. He pressed just one more thick finger into her and
stretched her body around his thrusting digits. He closed his lips around her
clit and sucked hard, while his tongue teased under the little hood of skin
around her clit, and his teeth rubbed the outside…

She bit down on a moan
and her hips bucked with the first wave of the orgasm that tore through her.
Mason growled at the change in her scent and he removed his fingers to feast
inside of her with his tongue. Damn, but she tasted like honey…

When she came back to
him he knew about it. Her hands were back in his hair and she was tugging and
cursing as she tried to squirm out from beneath him. Mason released her and
heard her sigh with relief.

He slowly climbed up
and over her body. His tongue licked, his teeth nipped, and he savoured each
breast, worshipped them, before he rested down on his elbows above her.

“You taste so damn
good…” Mason was still debating going back to the well and drinking again when
her hand slipped between them and she fisted his length… He growled as his
breath caught in his throat at the tight fist of her hand around him…

“My turn…” She
breathed out. Mason growled once more at the thought of pressing his length
into her mouth and having those lips close around it as she suckled him hard…

“Not a damn chance in
hell…” Mason growled as he snatched her hand away and placed it down above her head
with the other one. He used his knees to push her thighs wide open and then he
pressed his hips down until his cock was just rimming her channel…

“Don’t make me wait…”
She begged. Mason grinned.

“You made me wait…” He
teased. He pressed his hips slightly forward, just enough to feel his cock
start to open her up and then he held in place. “And you haven’t said the magic
word.” He growled.

“Abra-bloody-cadabra?”
Carly asked in disbelief and Mason chuckled.

“
Mine.”
He
growled with his beast in his voice.

“Mine. Yours…” Carly
couldn’t help but chuckle. “Just get that cock buried deep, Mason, before I zap
your backside and…”

Her words died on her
lips the moment that he pushed his hips forward. Every thick inch opened her
body, stretched her around him, and begged for mercy from the size of him. He
filled her so damn completely that she didn’t think she could take another
millimetre.

Mason growled and
pushed his knees up, rolling her backside off the floor and opening her body to
him further. He pushed deeper and she closed her eyes and rolled her head back
against the rug. He fit her like a glove…

Mason wanted to hammer
into her there and then. His beast was adamant that they should take her before
she changed her mind once again, but Mason savoured the slow drag of his cock
back out and then pressed back inside of her. Taking her deeply, over and over,
as her body willingly accepted every inch.

‘
Mine.’
He was
fighting a losing battle with the wolf inside of him, with his feral nature,
and he knew it.

He moved faster, took
her in fast shallow thrusts that rubbed against those nerves on the inside and
the rest of his length rubbed against her clit. She was tightening around him,
painfully so, but he thrust hard and deep, and she bit down on moan after moan
as he sped her towards another orgasm.

His beast pushed
forward and his fangs elongated. Carly’s eyes locked onto them and it only sent
another jolt of excitement straight to her womb. He was going to bite; the
moment that she came- he was going to bond with her…

She’d never wanted
anything more than she wanted that.

“Yes, Mason, yes…” She
rolled her head to one side and opened up her neck and shoulder for him. His
beast roared within and he growled like a Wildman.

His hips moved faster.
His cock buried to the hilt within her, over and over, and over, until finally
she cried out with the force of the orgasm that ripped through her body. Mason
bit hard and deep into her flesh; the taste of her blood on his tongue was
exquisite…