A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned them all *sighs*
Finally! The moment you have been oh so patiently waiting for….
In this verse werewolf/human mating is hard dirty and painful...But there will be fluff afterwards in the next update :)
Brooklyn felt Mason's arm drawing her tighter against him and slipped her arms around his. His lips and nose nuzzled against the crook of her neck, seeking out the intoxicating infusion that laced her skin. A lazy smile cracked her lips as Brooklyn rolled around rested her forehead to Mason's.
"I never thought this would happen."
The confession slipped past his lips. Brooklyn sighed and nodded while carding her fingers through his tousled hair.
"Not many werewolves find their true mates. But…."
"You found me."
"Yeah; I did find you."
"And now you have me," she nipped at his earlobe and positioned herself on her back. The pheromones her body threw off had become richer and deeper in pull and strength signaling it was time. Mason lowered his body onto hers, dominating his lover below. The wolf howled furiously pushing Mason to claim her. He watched as Brooklyn stayed still against the mattress with her head tilted to one side. Mason hungrily mouthed her neck and collarbone and groaned at the sweet stickiness that greeted his cock. He growled against her skin lightly nipping at the protruding bone which sent shivers of pleasure down Brooklyn's spine.
His eyes sparkled with amber and gold, as they took in the sight below. It wasn't time yet but it would be soon enough. Excitement pulsed through his veins, feeding off of the sexual charge that was rushing through his red haired lover. The wolf howled more prominently, demanding that it be allowed through. Mason felt his hands reaching out and flipping Brooklyn over onto her stomach. He dug his nails into her sides and pounded back inside, swearing her body had grown tighter around him. The sweet hot sensations stroked and massaged his twitching cock, thrusting Mason closer to climax. The animal inside took over, drawing its nails into the warm inviting skin of its mate.
Brooklyn hissed with pain and pleasure and subconsciously bucked against him. Mason reacted by digging his claws deeper into her skin and growling into her neck. His fangs grated down her neck while staving off temptation. His senses swirled with the fresh infusion of her pheromones and adrenaline, feeding the wolf's hunger.
"Mason," she felt her body slowly coil with the inklings of orgasm. Mason swept her hair back exposing the slender neck. His body started to sense the warmth fanning across his body, feeling it morph into a deep burning that consumed his entire body! He couldn't hold back much longer! The sharp canines dropped past his gums letting the cool air rush around the ivory tips. Her skin glowed with sweat and arousal pulling him in until they were inches from her shoulder. Mason thrusted harder as the edge rapidly drew closer and felt his mate teetering on the brink as the new scent filled the air. Brooklyn's heart fluttered as her blood pulsed furiously through her veins. She closed her eyes and heard the sharp cries that were coming from her lips.
The wolf made its move.
The solid ivory tips punctured the virgin skin, tasting the sweet ambrosia that tantalized it for so long. Blood trickled down Mason's tongue and lips, pooling in the corner of his mouth before spilling down his throat. Brooklyn winced and whimpered at the sharp stabs of pain radiating from her shoulder. It hurt! God it hurt so much! It was like two white hot daggers ripping into her skin and muscle then staying imbedded for several agonizing minutes while searing the flesh around it. But for Mason it was something entirely different.
Euphoria floated through him, filling the empty space that occupied him mind body and soul. The rush of adrenaline quickly followed the jerked spasms of orgasm. The wolf dug its teeth further in its mate refusing to release her just yet. Their bodies trembled and buckled against the other sending both in a chaotic tangle of bodies against the bed. Mason stayed locked with Brooklyn as his cock had turned engorged due to the wolf was asserting its claim on the woman. The mating mark wasn't enough as having his scent permeated on her skin would also serve as a warning and powerful message to other males to stay away. She was his and his alone.
Brooklyn felt the chills developing in her arms and legs then sweep across her torso. It was the start of the change; her transition from human to wolf. The fever quickly followed. Her body temperature shot up though to what extend she couldn't say. The invisible flames licked her skin without mercy, hurling the human into the throes of delirium. Her eyes morphed between jade and gold as her canines painfully protruded into two tiny needle like points. But the fever prevented Brooklyn from noticing these changes as she was sapped of energy and any feeling.
Mason felt the canines retreating from his lover and quickly licked the wound. The instant his tongue brushed along the puncture wounds, the bitter taste greeted his senses. He felt the dampness in her hair and noticed several thick strands clinging to her neck and back. She shivered against him sending Mason into protective mode. He drew the thick comforter over her damp chill stricken form hoping it would alleviate some of her suffering.
"Mason…."
"Shhhh, I'm here. Use me to keep warm."
"Hurts…."
"I know," he wrapped his arms around her. "I know it hurts."
He curled up until their bodies were so tight no space existed between them. Mason needed Brooklyn to rest as the first change would be excruciating on her small body. For now he was content to holding her close as she endured the first part of her transformation.
Several hours later the fever had broke.
Brooklyn opened her eyes and looked around the room. Something was different. She trained her eyes on the photo across the room of Mason's nephew Tyler. Brooklyn didn't have to squint her eyes or strain them to get a better look. She could make out the rich almond eyes of the teen along with the short spiky tresses of his hair. Even the ridges of the cheap plated frame stood out without difficulty! She closed her eyes and heard the crashing of the Gulf against the soft grainy sands through the windows. Her nose picked up every scent that culminated around them. From the hints of dinner that hung faintly in the air to the thick blend of sex and blood, nothing was unnoticed by her newly heightened senses. The sour stench crossed her nose making Brooklyn recoil then realize it was coming from her. Okay so maybe having super phenomenal cosmic powers wasn't always a good thing.
She flung back the blanket and plunked her feet on the floor, anxious for a shower. As she took her first step, Brooklyn felt woozy and lightheaded. Her feet fumbled beneath her and she felt like a toddler taking her first steps. She shot her arms out for balance but the sudden jerking motions did more harm than good as she started falling towards the floor.
"Easy there," Mason caught her around the waist. "You're still weak."
He felt her skin against his finding it slick with sweat and sickness.
"Let me take care of you."
Brooklyn melted in his arms as he hoisted her up and ferried her to the bathroom.
Okay kiddos lay it on me...