I’m tired after dinner. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I crawl into bed alone. Masen and his dad have been spending hours in his office after dinner, usually not making it to bed until well after midnight. So, I’m surprised when I feel Masen’s warm, naked body slide in beside me moments later. He molds every inch of his large frame to my back and coos into my ear, “I miss having you all to myself, Little One.” His rough hand glides down the silky, light blue nighty I’m wearing then up under, finding my hardened nipple with ease to roll and pinch. We haven’t made love since Monday morning, and my body is on fire from the first caress. “I love your curvy little body. Every inch of you is so soft against me,” he growls His fingers trail down to the apex of my thighs, and my legs part for him. I can feel his thick erection at my rear. Masen hooks my calf over his knee, opening me to his deft fingers. He circles my clit slowly, barely whisking his finger over me. “How much do you need me? Are you greedy for me, baby?”

My back arches, driving him into me deeper. “Masen,” I say breathlessly and try to push his hand closer to me. “Stop teasing me,” I beg.

He chuckles darkly but doesn’t budge an inch, not letting me control his movements at all. “You’ve been teasing me for days. When I get in bed with you, I feel your warm body pressed up against mine, but you’re sleeping so deeply. I can’t bring myself to wake you. Then today, in those things you call shorts, you bent over, and I could see this tiny beauty mark right here.” His hand leaves me and runs up the back of my thigh stopping right before my butt and brushes back and forth. “If my dad hadn’t been right there enjoying my torment, I’d have fucked you right then. I need to build a guest house. Then, they won’t have a reason to be here all the time,” he muses to himself.

“Later,” I huff at having lost his attention. The hand caressing me stops, and I whimper in frustration before he slaps my bottom quickly. “Hey!” I yelp and jerk, making his shaft rub through my wetness. He reaches around me again and circles himself between my legs. I shudder when his knuckles brush against me and groan.

“You’re so wet, baby. I can feel you dripping on my cock. Tell me what you need,” he commands, his voice is so low and deep.

“You, Masen! I need you,” I beg. His nose dips to the back of my ear, and he inhales deeply. His body goes rigid. He scents me again, and his chest rumbles. “Masen?” I question, immediately knowing something’s off.

He flips me on my back and cages my body with his so fast I barely register the fact that he has both of my wrists held above my head with one of his hands. I search his hard face for any clue what’s wrong. Masen’s almost white eyes glow as he stares at me before moving down my body, placing his face right below my belly button. He runs his nose slowly down to my short curls at my closed legs, never lifting his nose. “Open,” he grates out, sounding garbled from his extended fangs. I obey, and he continues down to my bare lips before growling ferociously.