Mace’s Wraith by L.A. Day

Chapter Four

Scarlett’s heart pounded at his words. Words that she had once wanted more than anything. Now, it seemed inappropriate for her to feel joy or happiness at such a dark time in her life. Her brother was gone, but she knew without any doubt that he would have rejoiced at their reunion. He’d died trying to protect them and his last words had brought them together. He’d brought them together again, but that didn’t mean they would last. “We’ve always been family in a way, because of the club.”

Mace’s hand loosened in her hair as he stroked her long tresses. “Not that kind of family, babe. I know you don’t trust me but you’ll see. I’m gonna lay you down and claim every inch of you.”

She pressed her lips together and blinked back tears of joy. “Yes.”

“You’ll be my ol’ lady, and you know what that means?”

She heard the warning in his voice and knew that even now he was looking out for her, making sure she knew what she was getting into. “I know what being an ol’ lady means.”

“You’ll belong to me in every way.”

Her excitement was tinged with anxiety. “We don’t have to commit to that just yet.”

“Once you’re mine, you’re mine. No more tattooing dicks,” he growled.

“I made that up.”

He brought his hand down to slap her ass. “I’m glad, but no more lies. Lies will earn you punishment.”

“I know.” She nodded. She knew how the club worked. The men were dominant, and they punished their women for disobedience. “I’ll behave.” Mostly, she thought. “But I won’t tolerate infidelity while we’re together. I know how the club life can be, and I won’t turn a blind eye to cheating.”

His cradled her against his hard body. “You won’t have to worry about that.” He shifted her against his prominent erection and her stomach fluttered. “I only want you. I haven’t touched a woman since you’ve been back.”

She’d been back for several months. Scarlett stared into his black eyes, reading the truth.

“I hated the way I ran you off. I didn’t want to hurt you and I struggled with moving on knowing how I treated you. You deserved better.”

“Mason,” she gasped.

He nuzzled her cheek. “I couldn’t let you go.”

“I struggled too. I didn’t understand how you could turn to someone else.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in to meet her lips.

Their mouths touched in a soft caress and she moaned, parting her lips.

“Fuck,” he said as he lifted her and twisted their mouths together.

Scarlett accepted his tongue, his dominance, as he plundered her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist as a flood of sensation poured over her. It had been so long. She was hungry for his kiss, his touch. “Mason,” she gasped.

“This time I’m not stopping.”

“Never stop.” She stroked his scruffy cheek as his warm, rough hands skimmed her midriff and he yanked her top over her head.

Mace let out a low whistle. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

Her nipples tightened against his palms as her insides liquified. “Mason,” she whimpered as her flesh heated under his gaze.

“You’ve filled out.”

“You never saw me topless.” She tried to cover her chest but he brushed her hand away.

“Damn near.” He chuckled. “I fuckin’ worshipped your tits with my hands and mouth. Now, I’m gonna worship your whole body.”

Scarlett ducked her head. Her stomach was quivering with need but she couldn’t help feeling anxious.

“Don’t be shy, babe. You’re gorgeous.”

“It’s new. I’ve never been naked before.”

“I remember the last time we were together when I had you down to your thong and bra before I managed to stop.”

She nibbled her lip. “But the room was dark.”

He cupped her jaw and brushed a kiss against her lips. “I’m claimin’ you in the light. We’re adults. There ain’t no shame in making you mine.” He clasped one of her hands and brought it to his chest. “Touch me.”

She moaned at the feel of his warm skin. He had filled out too. He’d been lean and ripped in the past but now his pecs and arms bulged with muscles. She traced his scar then the skull tattoo on his arm. “I want to put ink on you.” He was already a work of art, but she wanted her mark on him.

“Anything you want,” he replied as his hands trailed down her back to cover her bottom.

Closing her eyes, she leaned forward, brushing her breasts against his chest, and enjoyed the jolt of sensation.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled as he lowered her yoga pants.

She shifted and her pebbled nipples glided against his firm flesh. With her eyes closed, Scarlett’s other senses came alive. His musky scent enthralled her as his rapidly drawn breaths matched her own. His flesh was warm and smooth. She turned to brush her cheek against the puckered scar and felt his heart pounding with anticipation. She shivered. This is really happening.

“Mine,” he whispered as her squeezed her ass.

“Yes,” she agreed as his fingers blazed a path around to cover her mound.

“Open your eyes.”

She looked up to meet his fierce gaze and he slid his fingers between her folds. She gasped but didn’t break eye contact as his touch became more intimate. Scarlett clutched his biceps as his fingers swirled and her senses scattered. “Oh my God,” she cried out as he probed her opening.

“You’re tight but wet.” His thumb teased her clit and sent a shiver through her body. “I need a better angle.” Stretching her out on the bed, he tugged her pants the rest of the way off, leaving her completely naked for his perusal.

Scarlett swallowed hard but the look of awe on his face eased her desire to cover herself. Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she let her thighs fall open and watched him shudder in response.

He looked up and she saw the hunger in his eyes. “Killin’ me,” Mace muttered.

She grinned and ran her gaze over him until it landed on the thick jean-covered bulge. “Lose the jeans,” she muttered.

Mace chuckled and ran his thumb down his length. “Wanna see what you’ve been missing?”

She nodded with her eyes locked on her target. She’d wondered for so long what Mace would look like without clothes. Standing, he unzipped and shoved his jeans and briefs down. “Sweet Jesus.” Scarlett had thought she knew what a penis looked like, but she hadn’t seen one up close and personal, and certainly not one like his. The long, thick, veiny appendage was both beautiful and frightening. When Mace knelt on the bed, she was torn between fleeing and bowing and it must have shown on her face.

“Relax, babe. I’m not gonna rush you.” She met his gaze as he stretched his long frame out next to her and took a deep breath. His eyes were fierce but his smile was gentle. “I gotcha, babe.”

She released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “I know. I’m just nervous. I’ve waited so long but now”—she pressed a hand to her chest—“my heart is racing.”

He placed her hand over his heart to feel the thundering beat. “I understand. I’m a bit nervous too.”

Scarlet scoffed. “Why would you be nervous?” she asked, trying not to look below his chest. The look she’d gotten had about given her an anxiety attack.

Mace snorted. “I’ve waited for you for a long time too, and I want it to be good for you. I don’t want to hurt you.” He brushed her hair back off her shoulder.

Scarlett clasped his hand. “I’m not afraid,” she lied as she brought his hand to her breast. “Teach me.”

His thumb tweaked her puckered nipple. “I’m the luckiest man alive to have you as my woman.” He leaned over and nuzzled her cheek. “You deserve so much better, but I’m going to cherish you.” He trailed his lips down her jaw and neck before finding his spot. The tattooed spot on her neck. His teeth raked her skin as he nibbled her flesh. “Mine.” He clamped down and sucked hard.

Scarlett gasped and her core pulsed. She clutched his shoulders. “Mace.” She arched up into him and he reached between her thighs. His thumb twirled around her clit and she rocked her hips. She clamped her thighs on his hand as a powerful contraction tore through her core. She cried out as her whole body shuddered. “Oh my God! I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Baby.” He gathered her in his arms. “Don’t be embarrassed. That was amazing. You are so responsive. I loved watching you come for me.”

“But you didn’t. We didn’t…do it.”

Mace chuckled. “There are lots of ways to do it. I can give you orgasms in lots of ways. If you liked me sucking on your neck wait until I suck your clit.”

She gasped. “I don’t think I’d survive that.”

“You will, and you’ll beg for more,” Mace said as he began trailing kisses across her collarbone. “I’m gonna try to go slow,” he said as he slid his leg between her thighs.

“Not too slow,” she replied, arching against the muscled length.

“Ride it, babe. Make yourself even wetter.”

A croaking sound escaped her lips as she bucked and twisted. He grasped her thighs, spreading them wider to grind her against his leg. “Mason,” she cried as her core began to pulse.

“Come for me, babe.”

She bit her lip, trying not to scream as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

“Never hold back on me. I want to see and hear you come apart.”

“It’s embarrassing. I can’t control it.” Her voice trembled as she came down from the rush. She had zero experience with such intense pleasure. In the past, he’d always been careful not to take things too far, until their last time together, but even then, he’d stopped.

He brushed stray hair back out of her face. “It’s magic, babe. I don’t want you to control it.” His lips brushed hers before his tongue pushed into her mouth in a plundering possession.

Scarlett moaned against his lips as he molded her breasts and plucked at her erect nipples. She’d seen movies and read books but nothing had prepared her for the intense feelings Mace aroused in her. She raked her nails down his back, her hands hesitating at his hips before boldly caressing the tight globes of his ass.

Mace growled and lowered his body, shifting his erection against her thigh. He flexed and the head of his cock prodded her mound. “Damn,” he said as he tore their lips apart. “We gotta slow down.”

“Why?” Scarlett sighed and poked out her bottom lip.

“Don’t tease me or I might fuck your pretty mouth first.” Mace winked at her look of surprise. “Don’t worry, that’ll wait. I’m too hungry right now.”

“Hungry?” she repeated.

“Mmm.” Mace trailed his hand down her center and tweaked her clit before spreading her folds. “For this creamy treat.” His voice deepened as he lowered his head.

Hot breath bathed her thighs and her core quivered. This man was deadly. She felt boneless as he arranged her to make room for himself between her splayed legs. The first swipe of his tongue was electric and she shrieked. She felt him chuckle against her folds and bit down on her lip.

He raised his head. “Don’t hold back on me,” he commanded, and she unclenched her jaw. “It’s just us. Nothing is shameful.” He held her gaze as he breached her opening with his finger for the first time and she saw the enjoyment he had in pleasuring her.

He plunged deeper and her heels pushed against the bed as she arched into his hand. “Mason,” she gasped at the pleasure.

“You’re so wet, baby.”

Scarlett stiffened at his words.

“That’s a very good thing.” His voice vibrated against her folds as his mouth and tongue began to pillage. She shuddered, helpless against Mace’s dominance.

Muscles spasmed and she arched and threw her head back as riotous sensations zipped down her spine, rocking her to the core. She clenched her lips and refused to scream like a banshee when an especially powerful contraction tore through her. His attentions stopped and she gasped to draw air into her lungs. “Ow,” she yelled as he rolled her to her side and brought his hand down twice, hard on her bottom. “What the fuck?”

“I told you not to hold back.”

“I didn’t,” she lied.

“Your pussy contracted around my finger like a vise and barely a sound escaped those pretty lips.”

Scarlett swallowed hard. “But you’re not, you know… It’s just me getting pleasure.” She nibbled her lip.

He rubbed the spot he’d swatted. “There is no one but me here but I won’t care who hears me roar when I come in your pussy.”

Scarlett nodded.

“Or when I come down your throat.”

A flush warmed her cheeks but she whispered, “Okay.”

“And when I break open your ass, we’re both gonna scream.”

She flinched. “Mason!”

“I told you. You’re mine! All of you.” He rolled her to her back and scooted up her body until they were face-to-face. “Now I’m gonna take you, fill you with my cum and brand you as mine.”

Scarlett gulped. She wanted him more than anything, but she didn’t know if she could trust his declarations. But it didn’t matter, she wanted him tonight even if it was temporary.

“And if you try to hold back, I will put you over my knee and finish that punishment I started.”

“I won’t,” she promised.

He nodded as he shifted to his knees and lifted her bottom off the bed. Mace trailed the tip of his cock through her folds before lodging it at her opening. “Welcome me home,” he said as he pressed forward.

She sucked in a ragged breath as her canal stretched beyond capacity. She grasped his forearms as her body seized up.

“Relax.” He eased back then forward. “Breathe,” he instructed.

Scarlett exhaled then drew a shaky breath as he pushed deeper.

“This is so beautiful.” He was looking down at their joined bodies. “I’ll never forget this moment.”

Scarlett’s pussy began to pulse then contract as he pushed forward and she cried out, “Oh my God!”

“Fuck!” he muttered as he pumped in and out, and she experienced her first orgasm with him inside her. When the quakes stopped, he was buried deep. “I almost lost it,” he said, shuddering.

Mace sucked in a slow, steady breath and held himself perfectly still, trying to control himself. He wasn’t ready to come yet. He’d just sheathed himself in her hot, wet pussy and he wanted to stay a while. He leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek. “Are you okay?”

She released a strangled gasp. “Okay?” She shifted beneath him. “So beyond okay.”

He chuckled and rotated his hips.

“Oh my God!”

He nibbled his way down to the perfect, pale globes of her breasts and latched onto a rosebud nipple. “Delicious,” he murmured.

“Yes,” she moaned.

Mace eased back and thrust forward into liquid heat. “Mine!” He rotated his hips again and she whimpered. The sound fired his lust even more. Grabbing a pillow, he stuffed it under her hips to free his hands. He gathered both breasts and nipped first one nipple then the other while his hips pumped a slow rhythm.

Scarlett grasped his hips and bucked up to meet his thrusts. “Faster! Harder!” she pleaded.

Mace reached down and circled her clit. “You want to come again?” he asked, meeting her shimmering blue gaze.

“Yes!” She nodded.

He bucked harder and she squealed.

“That’s it, baby! Let me hear you scream.” Mace rolled her clit and thrust deep. Her spasms fired his blood as his release boiled and he held nothing back, riding her hard.

Nails raked his hips as she thrashed and cried out in a shrill voice, “Now! Yes! Now!”

Her pussy rippled around him and he couldn’t stop the explosion. “Fuck!” he yelled. Shuddering violently, he froze inside her and threw back his head, releasing a fierce growl of completion. When he came back to this realm, he looked down and released his firm grip on her hips. “Did I hurt you?”

Tears streamed down her face but she shook her head. “No.”

Mace pulled out and rolled to the side, dragging her into his embrace. “I didn’t mean to be so rough. Not the first time anyway.”

Scarlett sobbed and he cradled her in his arms, stroking her back. “It was… It was unbelievable.”

“You’re okay?”

She nodded against his chest but said, “No. I’ll never be okay again.”

Mace kissed the top of her head. He knew what she meant. He’d never felt anything like that before. He knew she had reservations but there was no way he would ever let her go. “You’re my ol’ lady now.”

She snuggled into him without saying a word and soon her breathing became steady as she dozed in his arms.

Scarlett was his now in every way, and he would protect her. No matter what happened tomorrow, the traitors would die. He’d lay down his life to save Scar. He laid his hand on her flat stomach. Even now she might carry his child. No one would hurt her.

“Mace,” she whispered sleepily. “Don’t go tomorrow. Stay with me.”

“I can’t, babe. Ghost and Tank know you’re my weakness.”

She shook her head. “No. I’m your strength. Together we’re strong.”

“You’re right. You give me a reason to fight. I won’t let you down,” he said with resolve. Tomorrow the traitors would all die. They thought he was weak because he chose to guide the club in a more civilized manner. But that hadn’t always been his way and tomorrow he would release the beast within.

“I give you a reason to live. No matter what happens, live. We don’t need the club, but I need you.”

“I need you too.”