Page 47 of Ronen (Sweet Alps Legacy #1)

Epilogue

Ronen

The truck bounced along as we drove halfway up the side of the mountain on Mason’s parents' land, before Connor, my new brother-in-law, came to a stop.

Last week, we had married in a simple ceremony in my grandmother’s great room, in front of the stone fireplace.

Mason’s family had flown in, and we had a small reception of family and close friends.

We had flown back with them, so Mason could show me his family ranch, and I could get better acquainted with my new in-laws.

Andrew, Cord, and Connor welcomed me with open arms, and were all lovely people. They were over the moon with Colton, Andrew declaring he would have him in a saddle before we left to go back to Sweet Alps .

I had thought the man was joking, until I had looked out the kitchen window yesterday morning, and seen my new father-in-law holding my son in his arms while he slow walked on the back of a ridiculously large horse.

Let’s just say I had made my feelings known–loudly–about that and it wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. At least not for another few years.

Mason was convinced that Colton was going to be a honey badger shifter, especially after we had talked to his omega father about his birth experience with both Connor and Mason.

Cord had first delivered an egg, which had needed nurturing to grow before the baby dragons had hatched.

They had stayed in their dragon form for less than a week, before shifting to their human side.

But both Cord and Andrew were dragon shifters; we had no way to know if I would ever give birth to an egg, or if it would be determined by what kind of shifter our child turned out to be.

I wasn’t convinced of what exactly our son would shift into when he was old enough.

Until last week, I had been sure he was one hundred percent a honey badger.

At least until I hadn’t gotten his bottle to him fast enough, and I’d seen the tendrils of smoke trailing from his nose in his fit of anger.

He might fool us all and be a mixture of both of us.

A honey badger with some dragon tendencies?

A truly frightening thought that I didn’t want to dwell on too long, until I was forced to.

Now, excitement had me bouncing in my seat. Today was the day! It had seemed to take forever for the moon to come up and the sky to darken.

We all exited the vehicle–me, Mason, and Connor–and I waited impatiently while Connor got the contraption he had made out of the bed of the truck .

It was pitch black, but the Colorado sky twinkled with stars. It really was breathtaking here, even if it was cold enough to make my teeth chatter.

“It was nice of your parents to watch the baby,” I told Mason, while he paced the length of the truck.

He snorted, “Like they haven’t been itching to get some alone time with the baby.”

“Okay,” Connor told us, holding what looked like a wicker basket and a bunch of intricate leather straps fastened to it. “Mason, you get in your dragon form, and I’ll saddle you up. Ronen, once you’ve shifted, I’ll get you strapped into the basket and make sure it’s all secure.”

Rubbing my hands together in glee, I grinned at Mason. “I’m so excited!”

He shook his head, nibbling on his thumb nail. “We aren’t going high. Barely off the ground.”

“We’re halfway up the side of a mountain,” I peered at him with narrowed eyes. “We’re already pretty high.”

“This is as high as we get,” he waved a finger at me. “We are flying down, not up.”

“Fine, fine, whatever. Flying is flying.” Snapping my fingers at him, I ordered, “Let’s get those clothes off.”

Twenty minutes later, my badger was securely strapped into the basket that was also strapped to Mason in several places. Connor had checked them, checked them again, then a third time, before he was satisfied.

Lightly slapping Mason on the back, he told us, “You’re good to go.”

Mason snorted, puffs of smoke billowing up from his nostrils, and stamped his foot. Chattering at him, I hoped he understood my tone. Which clearly said, let’s go !

Then we were flying!

Soaring out over the mountain, then dipping down, closer to the ground. The wind blew my fur back from my body, and I dug my nails into the bottom of the basket, barely even feeling the cold as adrenaline flooded my body.

We were barely above the ground when Mason was satisfied with where he wanted to fly, but I didn’t even care. I knew he wouldn’t risk me, and he wasn’t one hundred percent sure of Connor’s contraption. But it was working splendidly.

My stomach swooped as Mason made a sharp turn, flying a bit higher, and I let him know I approved.

This was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced.

Finally, Mason flew us back up to where Connor waited patiently, leaning casually against his truck. He landed with a soft thud and a jolt, and Connor unstrapped me. I scurried out of the basket and down Mason’s back and tail, before shifting back to my human skin.

Pulling on my clothes, I watched as Connor unstrapped Mason, and he shifted back.

“That was amazing!” I jumped into his arms, nearly knocking him off balance.

“Oof!” He grunted, catching us both before we tumbled on the ground.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He pulled his shirt over his head.

“Didn’t you?”

“I was more worried I was going to dump you, or the straps were going to break,” he admitted. “We can’t do that all the time. My heart can’t take it.”

“Okay, love,” I agreed, kissing his cheek. “Only once in a while. ”

He put his arm around me, as we walked over to the passenger side of Connor’s truck. He had already put the basket in the back, and was waiting in the driver’s seat.

“Mason?”

“Hmmm?” He looked down at me.

“Your parents are watching the baby all night for us.”

“Yeah?”

“And, I had my six weeks check the day before we left.”

He gave me a slow, sexy smile. “Yes, you did.”

Leaning up, I whispered, “Claim me tonight.”

“Are you sore?” Mason asked, nudging my wet hole with the thick head of his cock.

My fingers dug into his shoulder as he pushed inside me, my muscles opening and burning at the stretch. “A little.”

Between getting on a plane the day after my six-week check up, flying with a six-week-old, and meeting my new in-laws, we’d been so exhausted this was our first chance to have sex since getting the all clear .

Mason’s parents insisting they wanted to watch the baby all night for us, to give us a break, had been perfect timing. I might feel more self-conscious but we were on opposite wings of their ranch house. It was a large house, so there was little chance of them hearing us.

Mason slid in another inch, gritting his teeth, the muscles of his arms trembling as he held himself still. “I’ll go slow.”

Thrashing my head across the pillow, I growled, “I don’t want you to go slow. I want you to fuck me like I like it. Hard, fast, and rough. I want you to mark me, and claim me, for the world to see that I’m yours.”

Mason leaned down and kissed me, his large body pushing me into the mattress, as his cock slid all the way home. The burn and stretch were enough to make me hiss, but it was also just what I needed.

Throwing my head back, I arched my back, needing more.

He placed one of my legs around his hip, and I wrapped them both around his waist, tilting my pelvis up.

Mason kissed me hard, our tongues tangling, tasting, until we were both panting, our desire raging.

He flexed his hips, sliding even deeper in me, hitting just the perfect spot inside me. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into me.

The mattress bounced with the force of it, the headboard banging against the wall, and I let out a high-pitched moan of pleasure.

Mason’s hand trailed up my chest, tweaked my nipple, then slid up, up, around my throat, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Yes,” I hissed, arching further into his touch, “Fuck, yes! ”

He thrust hard then, setting a brutal pace, his hand tightening with each thrust, releasing each time he pulled his cock back.

“Touch your cock, baby,” he growled, “make yourself come.”

Grabbing my cock, I stroked in time to his thrusts.

“I’m not gonna last,” I panted, “it’s been too long.”

“Me either,” he gasped, his cock growing even bigger in my ass, stretching me until I was sure I couldn’t stretch any further.

His knot caught on my rim, and I hissed, because as much as I wanted a hard fuck, my body reminded me I had given birth just a few weeks ago.

Still the pain was pleasure, all mixed in together, and I lost myself in Mason.

His hands stroking me, his hand on my throat, his tongue trailing kisses across my skin, covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“Yes,” I chanted, each stroke of my cock pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “Yes!”

With one final deep thrust, Mason’s knot locked us together, and my muscles convulsed. My cum shot between us, splattering Mason’s chest. My canines elongated, the urge to claim Mason my only focus.

He gave a small thrust, then another, then let out a roar as his body shook, and warmth flooded my insides.

His teeth sank into my mate gland, and I cried out at the pleasure that overwhelmed me.

Sinking my teeth into his mate gland, I felt his blood flooded my mouth, filling me with his scent, with him.

His hand grabbed mine, our fingers entwining, and Mason squeezed it tightly .

Aftershocks shook our body, his cock still spurting every couple of seconds, until finally we were both spent.

Brushing his auburn hair back from his face, I stared into his amber eyes.

“Mine,” I whispered, giving him a soft kiss. “Mine.”

“Yours,” he agreed, swiping his tongue over the mark he had left, claiming me as his. “Forever”.

The End.