Page 45 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

Chapter twenty-six

You're In Love

I roll my lips, and my skin flushes as Mason opens the door to our private suite within the palace walls he'd rented for our honeymoon.

His eyes are hot on me as I step inside, and I linger within the foyer as the door clicks behind me loudly.

Locking out the security and amplifying how alone we are.

My toes curl in my heels as anxiety rears its ugly head, making me feel discombobulated.

It is the first time we've been alone since the wedding.

My eyes flicker around, barely able to see the beautiful space with its high ceilings and gilded wainscotting, as it truly hits me for the first time that I am married, and I have no idea what to do with a man.

I've never been around one longer than a few hours at a time, and I've certainly never cohabitated with one.

Mason insisted on a two week honeymoon, and I'm terrified.

I clench my fingers together as my stomach heaves with emotion. Mason steps beside me, and I almost jump out of my skin as his warm broad hand settles against my back, and he presses his lips to my temple. "Go freshen up while I bring our bags into the room and unpack them."

Jerkily nodding my head, I turn and walk down a hallway and find a powder room. Though it's not a full bathroom, I shut myself inside and sit on the lid of the toilet and pull my phone out of my purse, finding my text thread with my sister and typing out a message.

Help! -Mel

?-Isobel

What's wrong? Did you make it okay? -Isobel

Yes, we made it just fine. I'm just nervous… -Mel

Nervous? You guys already slept together…. I'm confused. Make it make sense. -Isobel

I roll my eyes, huffing out an irritated breath.

NO, listen! I don't know the first thing about being married. What am I supposed to do with him, Izzy? -Mel

Turning my head, I lean towards the door as my ears strain, picking up the muted sounds of Mason moving around the space on the other side. There's a bang followed by a rough, cut-off curse that forces a shiver to roll down my spine.

What do you mean what are you supposed to do with him? -Izzy

She sends the message with a few horrified face emojis.

I'VE NEVER BEEN MARRIED BEFORE. WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?! -Mel

How the hell am I supposed to know? -Izzy

I scrunch my face up, typing furiously.

You've been married for four fucking years, Isobel! What the hell are you talking about how are you supposed to know? You're almost half a decade in and you don't know? -Mel

A knock sounds on the door, making me jump. "Melody, what's going on? Are you okay in there?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I answer, walking to the sink and running the tap on cold. I put my fingertips under the water and then press them to my eyes, huffing a breath so deep it hurts my lungs.

There's silence from the other side of the door, but his footsteps don't recede, and stubbornly I keep the tap running.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I call out loudly, washing my hands just to buy myself some time.

Opening the door of the bathroom, I step through and push a lock of hair behind my ear, giving him a small smile.

"Hi," I say, feeling shy.

He gives me a devilish smile, reaching for my hand and pulling me to him.

I smooth my hands up his chest, and when he crooks a finger under my chin, tilting my head up for his kiss, my knees tremble a little as he spends long seconds licking into my mouth.

He groans and pulls away, smoothing his thumb across my bottom lip.

"Let's sit down. We’ve been traveling for a while."

He turns, heading towards the couch in the living area, but I linger a bit behind, dragging my feet.

He sinks into the couch and watches me as I meander over to the drinks cabinet instead and pick up the little welcome card to distract myself.

But the wedding ring on my finger shines up at me, highlighting my new marital status and amplifying my anxiety.

"Melody, you're shaking," Mason says in that slow, assessing way of his. "Why're you so nervous?"

I wet my lips, putting the card back down and look to the side, meeting his eyes. "I uh…um…" I trail off, unsure of how to word it. I don't want him to think I'm stupid. Or possibly make fun of me.

"Um what, Mel?"

"I don't…" I take a deep breath and will my hands to stop trembling. Turning to face him head on, I nibble on my bottom lip, wringing my hands. "I don't know the first thing to do with a man."

His brow arches, and then he gets a wicked smile on his face.

"Oh, butterfly." He hums deep in his chest, and the sound travels straight to my clit, making me clench my thighs together.

"Don't know what to do with a man, huh? Sounds like a serious problem.

Come sit on my lap so we can talk about it.

" My eyes slide to the seat next to him.

But he shakes his head, drawing my attention back. "Sit down, or I'll sit you down."

My lips part on a shocked inhalation of breath, and my thighs tighten in response; however, he just sits there patiently with his head cocked to the side, staring me down .

"Okay, Mason, I'll come," I say softly, feeling my shyness ramp up even more at the hungry expression on his face.

I somehow will my frozen feet to move, and Mason makes an appreciative noise in his throat as he leans back into his seat and spreads his legs as I come closer.

"That's a good girl," he murmurs as I swing a leg over his thick thigh before settling down and pulling my other leg up.

His hands find the back of my thighs and then smooth up to my ass, plumping the flesh in his hands.

He gets a knowing, sly look on his face as he squeezes harder, rocking me on top of him.

I feel the color rise in my face, and he notices, based on how his lips curve at the edges.

He moves his hands to my shirt, pulling it off me, and then unhooking my bra. Tossing that to the side, too.

His eyes fall to my naked breasts, and I fight the instinct to cover them with my hands, keeping them flat on his chest. "There's a difference between me and any other man that's out there, Mel," he says in a slightly rougher voice.

"Oh?" My voice quivers.

"I've waited for you. Starved for you." His eyes rise to mine, and I suck in a deep breath at the intensity in his gaze.

"Every second that I was forced to deny myself your touch, your taste, your presence tortured me and bonded me to you in a way that is only special to me.

I'm the only one in the world who knows what that particular ache feels like, so no, you don't need to know what to do with a man, butterfly" he says, leaning back and releasing a slow, deep breath as he rests his head on the cushion of the couch behind him.

I squirm on his lap, his words quickly overwhelming me. I wet my lips, determined to be brave despite how thoroughly his words have not just turned me on, but have turned my heart inside out.

"I don't?" I manage, my voice soft and slightly unsure .

His grin is so sexy. "No, sweetheart. You only need to know what to do with me."

My heart skips a beat as his eyes pin mine. Unable to find the words, I just scoff, my gaze lowering from his.

Mason palms my cheek with his broad hand. "I wouldn't lie to you."

My eyes rise back to his. "You….you won't want me to leave after you figure out just how little I know about life? About…. being with someone. Marriage?" I half-whisper, a bit ashamed.

"Leave me?" he asks with a chuckle. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to the side of my breast. "Ahh, you're so very cute for thinking you could have slipped through my grasp after all these years I've spent providing for you, waiting for you, keeping you untouched for me."

My lips part. "What?" I scoff. "What do you mean untouched?"

"Why do you think I was so angry that you might have slept with Leo?

" Mason pulls away from my breast to stare at me with a patient expression.

His hand travels slowly up my thigh and then palms my right ass cheek, squeezing firmly.

"Hm?" He tilts his head, his eyes flickering between mine.

"I have paid off every so-called boyfriend of yours to leave and never come back.

I indulged you in your quest for companionship so that you could have that experience, but I drew the line at anything intimate.

" His eyes darken, letting me know he's serious.

"I let you play, but I didn't let them play with what was mine. "

The fingers on my ass dig in harder as he dips his head, taking my right nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly.

Throwing my head back on a sharp cry, I squirm in his lap as my fingers sink into the soft waves of his hair, and he nibbles and sucks at me leisurely, as if we have all the time in the world.

My heart races as my pussy swells with blood and need, dripping into my panties. My desire for this man is razor sharp, always has been.

Forever will be, I think .

I trail my fingertips from his hair down his shoulders and to the hard slabs of his chest where I smooth my hands over him, blatantly exploring. His skin is devoid of hair and completely smooth to the touch.

"Mason, what are we going to do for two whole weeks?" I ask breathlessly, tensing up as he tightens his teeth slightly harder. "Mason!" I yelp, flinching on his lap.

He lets my nipple go with a grunt, moving to latch onto the other one where he makes me wait for him for long, torturous seconds.

"We're going to shop, eat, and swim. But aside from that, I plan on crawling between your legs and showing you exactly how badly I've wanted you.

We've got four years to make up for, and I'm going to fuck this pussy raw every chance I get," he says in a harsh voice.

My eyes widen. "Mason, you're so dirty," I admonish, feeling my face heat up with a blush at his words.

His hand moves between our legs, the clink of his belt signaling he's undoing his pants. He moves my skirt out of the way, his knuckles scraping against me intimately as he hooks his fingers into my panties, tugging them to the side.

"Lower yourself onto me," he says with a growl that makes my belly clench.

I rise up onto my knees, curling my fingers around his shoulders as he works to line his cock with my opening, and as I lower down, the burn of him stretching me out causes my legs to tremble.

"Oh!" I gasp, grimacing. Riding him is very different than him taking me. My pussy spasms, rejecting his thickness.

"Pause for a second," Mason murmurs, his other hand searches beneath my skirt until he finds my clit, and he rubs firmly, rolling it between his fingers and flicking it.

My eyes slam shut, and I toss my head back.

Whimpering, I gyrate my hips side to side in a feeble attempt to elude his fingers and the pleasure pain of him stretching me out.

"Go slow. There's no rush. We've got time," he says.

I become even wetter, and I slide down until I feel the first piercing.

"Ahh!" My eyes fly open as I half-scream in shock as a warm wetness envelopes my nipple in a tight suction.

My nails dig into his shoulders at the same time his hand tightens on my ass, pulling me back off to the tip and then firmly pressing me back down on him until the first piercing slides inside me. I shake, and my body mists with sweat.

Helpless moans escape my throat, feeling almost dizzy with arousal.

Mason pulls me off of his beautiful, thick cock, and repeats the movement over and over again until I'm finally at the last piercing. Tears of pleasure are swimming in my eyes, distorting his face. "On your feet," he says.

I pull my knees up until my feet are under me and we lock eyes.

His face is flushed, his brow is lowered, and his jaw is clenched.

He pinches my clit, and I inhale sharply as I sink the rest of the way onto him with an audible smacking sound, orgasming the second he grinds the base of his thick dick inside of me.

"Oh f-fuck, I'm cumming!" Shocked, I bite my lip as my head bows, and I shudder and jerk through my orgasm.

Leaning forward, Mason's arms band around me, one wrapping high on my back and his other forearm encompassing the width of my ass easily.

As I pant and squirm atop him, he licks a slow lap up my neck to my ear as he pulls me off him almost comically slow.

He pauses when only the tip of him is lodged tightly inside me.

Shivering with the after effects of my orgasm, I let out a little whine as he raises an arm to gather my hair into his fist and then pulls my head back to look into his face .

"You're the only one who's ever truly seen me, Mel," he says quietly, pressing me against his chest so hard I can feel his heart beating against mine.

My throat slightly burns with how he's stretching my head back. His hard chest scrapes my nipples with every inhale we take, and our flesh throbs around each other. It's the most intimate encounter I've ever had in my life.

"You're worried about what to do with me?

" He reaches a hand up and smooths his fingertips across my brow softly.

"All you have to concern yourself with is looking at me with these beautiful, brown eyes as if I'm the only one in the world for you.

" His hand lowers to my heaving chest, his gaze tight on me, not letting me look away as he presses his hand over my heart.

"And all you need to remember is how much I love you.

And if you can manage to love me even half as much, then we'll be okay. "

I stare at him, tears filling my eyes. "Okay," I whisper. "I think I can do that."

His lips curve into the widest smile I think I've ever seen, and he pulls me to him, burying his face into my neck and wrapping his arms around me tightly. "Thank you, baby," he says, pressing his lips against my skin.

But he shouldn't be thanking me. No, I should be thanking him.

Because Mason's saved me.

Time and time again he's come to my rescue. In so many different ways. I could never repay him back for all the times he's shown up for me. So if all he wants is for me to love him, well then, that's easy, because I've never not loved him.

I've always been in love with him.

And I always will be.