Hill, Meagan - Master Me [Masterson] (Siren Publishing Classic) (16 page)

Every muscle in Mitch’s body clenched down for the space of several heartbeats, all of his energy drawing in to focus low in his stomach as his cock turned to steel in her mouth and thickened. Suddenly, the energy exploded outward, shattering him as his back bowed, and he threw his head back, releasing a resounding roar. Miranda wrapped her arms around his hips, clutching his succulent ass in her hands as she fought to hang on to his body. His cock spasmed as he hit the back of her throat, his release exploding out and jetting down her throat, barely giving her the opportunity to swallow before filling her mouth once again. Long moments later, Mitch began to relax downward, though his body still twitched with every move Miranda made with her mouth. She gentled her movements, allowing him to descend from his peak slowly, before pulling him from her mouth. She made sure to clean up the last of his fluids before crawling up his body to rest herself on his still-heaving chest.

After a moment, she realized she might be making it more difficult for him to regain his breath and shifted to move off of him, but she was stopped when Mitch wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands at the small of her back. She settled back down into him, sighing in contentment. Several long moments later, Mitch’s breathing and heart rate had returned to normal. His fingers gently stroked the slightly raised skin where his flesh had fused with hers. Miranda shivered against him, her need for him growing insistent. She needed him inside her. Mitch immediately sensed her shift in focus. He brought his hands up to bury themselves again in her hair, bringing her mouth back to his for a long, deep kiss that set both of their hearts pounding. Miranda’s hands roamed over Mitch’s body frantically, her body clamoring for his.

Mitch rolled them over until Miranda was lying on her back once again with him propped above her. He continued the kiss as his hand purposefully moved down her body, stopping only once he’d reached her dripping slit. He dipped two fingers into her wet entrance, causing Miranda to thrust up against his hand as she cried out his name. Convinced she was as ready as she ever would be, he spread her thighs wide before settling his hips between them.

“Are you ready, baby? I want to be inside of you so bad.”

“Yes, Mitch! Please! I need you inside me, now!” Miranda’s hands grasped repeatedly at Mitch’s shoulders, trying to move him upward into her body.

Mitch moved upward, positioning himself at her entrance. He shuddered at the feel of her wet heat pressed against the head of his dick. Gathering every ounce of control he had, he began to press inward, watching Miranda’s face for any sign of pain or difficult memories. He pulsed against her, moving in a bit before backing out, to move in a bit further. He continued this cycle until he came up against something that had both of them freezing in shock. Her hymen had regrown. Mitch looked down into Miranda’s shocked eyes, shaking as he tried desperately to stay still.

“What the…” she began.

“I don’t know. I guess when your body was fixed…”

“Makes sense. Don’t stop, Mitch.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“It’s gonna have to happen at some point, and I’m never going to be more ready than I am right now. I need you!”

Seeing Mitch’s continued hesitation, Miranda brought her legs up around his waist, digging her heels into his ass. When he still didn’t resume his movements, she kissed him deeply, waiting until he’d become lost on the kiss before abruptly pulling him into her, burying his cock inside her to the hilt. The pain was minimal and immediately disappeared as the fire inside of her flared up to consume her.

“Miranda!” he ground out, his body trembling at the feel of finally being fully enveloped inside of her. He could feel her inner muscles tremble around him, telling him she was already right at the cusp of another release. He pulled out gently before slowly moving back in, the motion taking every ounce of control he could muster. Miranda moaned deeply, her hands and legs moving frantically, trying to pull him even deeper into her. Mitch, reassured she was fine, pulled almost all the way back out before thrusting into her strongly. Miranda lifted her hips to meet his thrust, desperate for the pleasure only Mitch could give her.

“God, Mitch, just take me! You feel so good inside me,” Miranda managed to groan out between her pants for breath. Mitch could no longer resist. Every bit of his control disappeared at Miranda’s words. He pulled back before slamming forward, burying himself in her as deeply as he could go. “Oh, yes, Mitch! More!”

Mitch began thrusting into her quickly, building the strength of his thrusts until he was plunging into her as hard and deeply as he could in their current position. Every bit of their attention was focused on where they melded together, the pleasure of their union setting off sparks within them and pushing them insistently up the mountain of ecstasy they were working for. They continued to moan as they gasped for breath between kisses, the sounds of wet flesh slapping and the headboard rhythmically slamming against the wall accompanying them.

A deep, feral growl began to rumble deep in Mitch’s chest as he fought to hold on to his release until Miranda achieved hers. He slid one hand down under her ass, tilting her hips slightly, changing the angle of his penetration just enough to begin to rub that sweet spot within her body. She immediately began to tremble under him, her arms and legs gripping him tightly as she buried her face into his neck. Mitch bent his head down, dragging his tongue across her mated ridge before gently biting the raised skin. The move pushed Miranda right over the edge. Her body convulsed around him, the muscles throughout her body becoming impossibly tight as she screamed his name into the air. The feel of her inner muscles clenching and releasing him felt almost like she was sucking him deeper, like her pussy was milking his cock. The sensation pitched Mitch past his own precipice, and his body shook violently while it continued to plunge wildly into Miranda’s. He bellowed out Miranda’s name as his soul splintered in pleasure.

As he was launched into the stratosphere, he became aware he was not alone. Miranda’s soul was there as well, shattered into many pieces as well. Their spirits clutched each other as much as their physical bodies did, sharing the explosion wracking them. The pieces of their souls floated around them, each shining brilliantly. Piece by piece, they reentered Mitch and Miranda as they began to descend from the incredible height they’d reached. They could see the two sets did not differentiate but instead simply entered the spirit of whichever of them was closest. Mitch and Miranda’s souls had mixed, joining them at the most basic level.

It was several long minutes later before they were able to catch their breath and stop trembling. Miranda’s arms and legs, which had still been clamped around Mitch’s body, finally loosened before falling limply back to the bed. It took Mitch a few more minutes to gain enough strength to move himself back enough to allow his body to slip from hers, both groaning at the loss of the connection, before rolling over onto his back next to her on the bed. Their hands reached for each other, needing to maintain contact even when they were completely exhausted and sated. They rolled their heads so they could look at each other. No words were needed. Everything they were thinking and feeling was showing clearly in their eyes.

Mitch could see the exhaustion taking over Miranda and knew he needed to clean her up before they went to sleep so she could rest better. Gathering the last of his own energy, Mitch pulled himself from the bed. He got a clean cloth and ran it under hot water before returning to Miranda. She watched him through half-open eyes, curious as to what he was doing. When he pressed the warm cloth to her overly-sensitized flesh, she moaned quietly. The warmth was soothing.

When Mitch had finished cleaning her, and himself, up, he crawled back into bed, pulling the covers over them on the way. He settled on his side next to her as she turned herself to back into him. Mitch wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her firmly against his chest.

“I love you, Miranda,” Mitch murmured.

“I love you, Mitch. Thank you for everything you did for me today.”

“It was my pleasure, baby. I meant it when I said I’d do anything for you. I always will.”

“Me, too, baby. I hope you know that.”

“I do. Shh, baby, you’re exhausted. Let’s get some sleep. We’ll need all the energy we can get.”

“Okay…” Miranda’s voice drifted off as she slipped into sleep, with Mitch following her quickly. Neither of them had noticed that not a word had been spoken aloud.

Chapter 7

The first thing Mitch became aware of was the difference in temperature on the opposing sides of his body. The right side of his body was nice and warm, but the left side was chilled. He noticed more as his mind slowly woke up. He could hear and smell a fire crackling near him, leading him to assume it was the source of the warmth he was feeling. He also became aware he was lying on something hard, such as a floor or the ground, but with a blanket or some type of softening material between.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

Mitch startled slightly before opening his eyes to search for Miranda. She was sitting near him, curled up on several blankets near the fire, sipping what smelled like hot chocolate. He sat up immediately, scooting closer to her. “Hey, baby. Where are we?” Mitch glanced around the room quickly before his full attention was captured by the massive window next to the large fireplace. The window gave a beautiful view of the mountains beyond covered in tall pine trees lying under a blanket of snow. He’d never seen a more picture-perfect panorama. “Wow! It’s beautiful here.”

“We’re in a cabin on a snow-topped peak surrounded by mountains. I’ve never actually been on a mountain, but I saw a picture much like this in a book one time. It’s another one of my favorite scenes.” Miranda handed Mitch a cup of hot chocolate before snuggling against him. “I love it that you can come with me here now. I’ve always been kinda lonely in my happy places, even with the beauty and peace.”

Mitch wrapped his free arm around Miranda, gently pulling her into his lap before tucking her head under his chin. “I love being here with you, baby. The peace and contentment I feel with you are everything I ever dreamed of and yet had no idea I’d ever experience.” Mitch took a sip of his cocoa, abruptly moaning as the flavor hit his tongue. “Oh, my God, Miranda, this is wonderful. Tell me you know how to make it like this for real.”

Miranda laughed merrily. “I have no idea. It’s not like I had many opportunities to make hot chocolate in El Paso.” Mitch shrugged while nodding his head. She had a point. “However, I do vaguely remember how I mentally developed it, so I might be able to mimic it.”

“Thank heaven. I’ll be happy to taste-test each and every batch.” Miranda giggled softly. Mitch put down his cup, having quickly drained it, and wrapped his arms around the soft woman in his lap. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so at peace and content. “Miranda, I love you. I have no idea what I did with my life before you came. I knew I wasn’t complete, but I also knew the chances of actually finding my mate. I’m so very blessed to have you now.”

“I love you, too, Mitch. I’m the lucky one here, though. I never imagined I would be so blessed as to have found my mate, or any mate for that matter. I never thought I’d be able to get away from them. I know exactly how fortunate I am to have escaped. That’s why I want to go back and help the others who haven’t totally turned dark get away.”

Mitch couldn’t help but tighten his arms around her in a subconscious need to protect her from the evil she had been subjected to. “I know, baby. We’re going to take care of it.”

“Are you worried about it?”

“Only about having to have you go back there. Otherwise, not really. We’ve dealt with evil warlocks before, though the situation he’s created is a first. My father is almost three hundred years old and has been our leader for over a hundred of that. He is very powerful, as are James and John, though they aren’t as old.”

“Three hundred years old? How…”

Again, Mitch was shocked at how little Miranda had been taught about the Gifted Ones. “Wow. They really did not teach you much, did they? We’ll sit down and figure out what all we need to go over when we’re finished with this battle.” Miranda looked down at her hands as she pulled out of Mitch’s arms to sit nearer to the fire, feeling ashamed she knew so little about her own people. Mitch was immediately mortified he’d made her feel like that. He gently lifted her chin to return her eyes to his before taking her hands in his. “Miranda. It’s not your fault you haven’t been taught. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about it. I’m sorry.” Mitch didn’t try to pull her back into his lap, feeling they needed to be able to see each other’s expressions while they were talking.