A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*

"Hey," Mason felt the grin widening on his face. "You're early…."

"Yeah," Brooklyn fidgeted as her face turned red. "That's not a problem is it?"

"No, please, come in," he opened the door for her to come in. She was dressed in a rich cobalt tank top that revealed the developed shoulders and arms; strong but feminine. Her hair was swept up in a simple band as stonewashed denim shorts topped everything off.

"I brought some bread," she held up the store bough loaf. "I didn't want to show up empty handed…..Wouldn't feel right ya know?"

"No that's great! I forgot to grab some," he took the foiled bread, letting his hand slide across hers. Their eyes held steady against the other creating a comfortable tension between them.

"Wow, that smells great," she noticed the oregano and basil that slipped between tomato and meat.

"Old family recipe," Mason answered matter of factly. "Why don't you have a seat in the living room? Did you want something to drink?"

"Whatcha got?" Brooklyn leaned over the couch watching Mason move about the kitchen.

"Beer, pop, water," he hollered over his shoulder.

"Beer," she said with a smile.

"Beer it is," Mason popped the cap and brought the frothy bottle over. A little foam raced down the side. Brooklyn caught the stray bit with her thumb. Mason swallowed hard at the sight of her thumb slipping slowly between her pouty lips. It was nothing short of cruel and unusual in Mason's eyes. The tiny whine echoed in his throat at the tiny smack as she retracted her thumb.

"Something wrong?"

"Huh, no," Mason absently rubbed the back of his neck. It was growing harder to ignore it. "I'm gonna check on dinner."

Brooklyn took a long swig of amber ale, never letting her eyes lose sight of the werewolf. Mason hurried and drained the penne pasta quickly setting it on the table. He definitely took pride in the meal he prepared.

"Come on," he waved her in.

"This…is…fantastic!"

"I take it you like it?" Mason watched as she shoveled another mouthful of pasta and sauce.

"Love it," she finished off her drink. "You definitely know your way around the kitchen."

"I'll take that as a compliment," he finished off his own plate then stood and collected the dishes.

"I have Tiramisu in the fridge," he offered, "If you're up for some."

Brooklyn sat and pondered for a moment before saying, "Only if you have some good red wine."

"Think that can be arranged," he finished loading the dish washer then went to putting dessert together. Brooklyn was leaned over the couch watching as he gathered up small plates, two glasses, and juggled everything towards the living room.

"Now did you make this?"

"Oh no," Mason shook his head and laughed. "I'm not that talented."

"I won't tell anyone," she winked and giggled. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Thanks," he pretended to be relieved. They enjoyed one another's company in comfortable silence. The dessert was rich and moist, the perfect compliment to dinner. The wine was starting to get to her head as she finished off the last of the sweet cherry blend.

"That was outstanding," she sunk back in the couch. Her body relaxed deeper against the cushions. She could easily fall asleep right then and there. Mason heard her heartbeat starting to slow as the alcohol spread throughout her body. He slid across the couch until he was seated right beside her. Her skin held a slight flush as the alcohol took hold.

"Well hello," she giggled. Mason said nothing as he reached out and traced his fingers along her jaw line. His eyes slowly morphed into two subtle cerulean rings that harbored desire within. He hovered over her, hearing the thundering in her chest as their bodies slowly pushed together.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered. He dared to let his fingers slip further up her face until his hand completely cupped the side. She felt herself leaning into his touch, having missed such intimate contact from another. Mason leaned down, pressing his mouth carefully to hers. They felt warm full and inviting against his. Brooklyn's eyes flashed open but she didn't resist him as he opened his mouth and swept his tongue hungrily across her lips.

She parted her lips and felt the wet warmth pushing deeper into her mouth. The kiss deepened between them as the lust and hunger dominated them both. Their bodies sunk deeper in the couch while the world around them was shut out. Their mouth wrestled for dominance as their tongues ran along and around one another. Mason ran his hands up her sides, slipping inside the tank top. Her skin was softer and warmer than he had imagined!

He lifted the top up and off, hurling it behind the couch. Brooklyn struggled with his shirt, lightly growling in frustration.

"Here," Mason whispered and tore the shirt away. He could always find another. His torso invited her hands to run along them, to caress the taut ripples and defined lines. He dove down into her body, pressing sloppy wet kisses down her neck then sweeping along her jaw. His heightened senses picked up the rising arousal as it seeped through her pores.

Brooklyn bucked her hips up against the growing bulge, eliciting a short growl from the one above her. Her hands danced down the front of his body, feeling the rigid muscles fluttering against her touch. She dared to go lower and teased along the hemline of his pants. Mason gasped into her mouth as the slender digits unfastened and tugged at the button and zipper, slowly freeing the twitching erection.

Their hearts pounded in their chests as the sexual tension reached a fevered pitch.

Mason wiggled the pants and boxers down his hips and legs, kicking them to the floor. His naked body hovered over her, cock twitching as beads of pre come dabbed the tip. He felt the wolf scratching beneath the surface as it refused to be ignored. He devoured her mouth with an animalistic ferocity as his hands ripped away the shorts and boys shorts beneath. Brooklyn felt the hook unclasping from behind as the bra was carelessly tossed aside.

Mason caught the sight of her naked body pinned beneath him. She was so open, so vulnerable as he took her face in his hands and passionately kissed her with everything he had. He nestled between her legs with his aching member resting at her entrance.

"Are you sure you…." He whispered.

"No going back now….." she kissed him back.

Mason nodded and lifted her hips off the couch and pushed inside. His breathing hitched at the awesome sensations that greeted his senses and feared he would explode right then and there. He lifted his head up as he felt the wolf attempting to emerge. His eyes morphed into two amber rings but Mason suppressed it before looking down at his lover.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he smiled and nodded. "Just….fine…."

Brooklyn felt her body take the thick heat that penetrated her body. She couldn't find a word that could describe what her body was experiencing but knew one thing was certain: This was right; it was right being with Mason.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he slowly rolled his hips up and against her. His mind was in a haze as he steadily thrusted, taking in how the hot wet walls took all of him, wrapping around him as he pumped harder. Mason could feel his soul screaming, calling out to hers.

Mine…..mine….mine…..

The voice growled in his mind. She was his! His to kiss, hold, fuck…..and love.

A new scent enticed his senses as his lover's body tightened and submitted to the powerful release. Brooklyn gasped and raked her nails along his back as she rode out the mind blowing orgasm. Her body surrendered, letting the bright explosion fill her vision as her lower body contracted against his cock. Mason groaned and growled at the clenching walls closing around him, drawing him closer to orgasm. Sweat trickled over their bodies as sex and their scents smeared against their bodies.

Mason loved how she writhed against him, coming all over him as she claimed him. Her scent was all over him now, a beautiful blend of earth, sex, sweat, and a few hints of cinnamon. He was hers.

The wolf felt the burning and coiling in his body becoming harder to ignore as he slammed harder and faster against her. The howl escaped his lips as he felt his body erupt, spilling the thick hot ropes inside his lover. Brooklyn let a small whimper escape her lips as her already sensitive body was coated with his release.

Mason sweetly kissed her neck and lips and secured his arms around her. He knew what had happened: It was the first step in claiming her as his. His scent was now all over her body, sending a warning to any wolf that may get any ideas. The same was for him: Brooklyn's scent was now on him.

He spotted the serene expression that dominated her face and felt her relax beneath him. Her heart was racing but soon it would begin to calm down. Her skin held a soft glow to it, making her look even more beautiful than she already was. Brooklyn opened her eyes and peered up into his, catching the hints of amber that peeked through the cerulean rings. She said nothing as her fingers reached out and caressed his face with a light feathery touch. Mason instinctively fell into it, resting his cheek against her palm and covering her hand with his. Everything was perfect.

"Bedroom?" She flashed a half crooked smile.

Mason bit his lip and nodded, taking her in his arms. She wrapped his legs around his tight waist as he carried her down the hall and to the waiting bed.

Now did you think I was going to make this little steamy night one chap? Oh no...