7 - Temporary

~Three Years Later~

~Aurora’s Point of View~

“Damn it Aurie! You cheat,” Mason shouts, and I giggle. He’s so hot when he’s angry.

I chuck a water balloon at him, and it’s a direct hit to his chin of all places. While he’s distracted, I take off running. It’s stupid and I more than know it’ll only egg him on. But I can’t help myself. It’s never been so fun to taunt someone. He’s beyond expressive with his face. The sun has just set but there’s still just enough light.

It’s barely a quarter mile before I feel his warm hand on my arm, then the full weight of his body tackling me. Fingers dance all over my skin, tickling me until I’m close to peeing my pants.

“Mason!! Stop it!! I’ll kill you,” I giggle, trying but not really trying to get him off me. When he’s done he pins my wrists over my head with one hand. Even though he doesn’t yet have his wolf, and I’m actually four months older than him, his strength never ceases to amaze me. 

My chest heaves between us, and even though I started wearing a bra some time ago, it’s not enough to contain my girls. Somehow in the last two years my body has managed to fill out in ways I never imagined. 

He licks his lips as his eyes move between my lips and my boobs. Such a male. When his blue eyes finally fix on mine, I freeze. He lowers his head to kiss me, and just as his lips touch mine I push forward with every ounce of strength. Within five seconds I’ve managed to reverse our roles and then I’m straddling his belly.

“You’re a goddess,” he whispers, staring up at me.

I nearly tell him that he makes me feel like one. Coming to the Midnight Moon pack has been a blessing in disguise. While I couldn’t ever possibly forget what made me come here, I’ve managed to push it aside and try to reinvent myself. I think I’ve done it pretty well. It’s hard not to be distracted with this male never leaving my side.

Falling over Mason, his hands grip my hair and I kiss him. He was the first person to talk to me that night I arrived, and he hasn’t stopped chasing me since. He doesn’t know my secret and every day that I don’t tell him is only prolonging the inevitable. 

He’s going to absolutely hate me. And the day I have to leave him, it’ll wreck me too. 

I’ve absolutely come to rely on him in more ways than one. I feel such a chemistry with him unlike anything I’ve ever had. He accepted me unconditionally, without wanting anything in return. He’d had a good education and taught me everything he knew. 

When my mate does come for me, I don’t want to be the stupid pup that I’d been. 

I moan when his tongue meets mine, and when his hands roam up my back, I don’t stop him. We’ve been fooling around for well over a year, finally unable to deny our attraction. I’m playing with fire, and I more than know it. But I couldn’t stop it now if I tried. 

When he unhooks my bra, I hear the sounds of others getting closer. I shoot up in response, knowing we’re about to get caught. Not like anyone would be too surprised, but still. While I’m looking to see which direction the voices came from, he wastes no time moving up my shirt and palming my breasts. I close my eyes with the contact, loving it.

“So damn beautiful Aurie,” he moans, lifting himself upright. 

He’s not at all concerned for any one being near, and I love it. He wants everyone to see that I’m his, as if people haven’t already figured that out.

He fists my hair and jerks my head back slightly, finding the spot he likes on my neck and sucking me there. It sends a pulse directly between my legs and I moan.

His one hand still roams under my shirt and I’m more than sure he knows I’m soaking wet for him. The voices seem to turn in another direction and when he realizes it too, he lifts me off his lap. I squeal with the abruptness of it, but he’s always loved to show he can manhandle me.

Within seconds he’s gotten my shorts down and his tongue is roaming between my legs. My hands splay out beside me in the grass, the anticipation of what’s to come fills me. Mason is more than gifted with his mouth even though he swears I’m the only one he’s done this with. I tend to believe him since I haven’t seen him with any other girls the entire time I’ve been here but it’s just weird he knew exactly what to do to drive me wild.

“Ohhh, ohhh yeah. Right there,” I mumble, then he adds a finger. 

My insides quiver as I suction around him, already panting. When his hand moves out of my shirt and up my chest, I open my mouth. His finger goes right in, just like he wants every time. I don’t know why I think it’s so hot but it just is. The more we fool around the more we anticipate what the other likes and wants and it only proves to make things more intense.

When I’m coming apart, it's all I can do not to scream, not to shout. I’m used to it by now, trying to muffle my orgasms. It’s a big enough pack and spread out, but shifters hear everything. I hear people all the damn time.

A couple of rain drops hit me and I cover my face and giggle as he pulls away. Mason grabs my arms and pulls me upright, his lips are ready and waiting as the bottom seems to give out and it begins to downpour. His mouth is warm and he tastes like me, it’s weird that I like it so much but I do. It’s a mixture of us both and it’s impossibly hot.

Our tongues find each other quickly as he nearly repeats what he just did between my legs to my mouth. I bury my fingers in his hair and moan while he gropes my boobs and moans as well. I know we should be getting back, people will be looking for us. But I can’t quit him. 

What started as something so sweet and innocent, just kids being kids quickly ballooned into us not being able to keep our hands off each other. Not being able to resist sneaking looks at each other and running off every chance we got. 

“Aurie…” he cries out, breaking our kiss. 

I barely registered that I was straddling him and his erection was between my thighs. Just his shorts in the way, he never wears underwear but few shifters do.

I already know he wants to get off too, all males want it daily. I’ve never put my mouth on him though, just used my hands. He swears it's enough for now but… I’m not dumb. I’ve probably caught people having oral and regular sex in the woods a dozen times. They don’t even stop or care. Sex is normal, casual. There are actually few fully mated couples here; a lot of females take multiple partners and even choose to have pups with various men. It’s something I’d never seen.

The idea of me fully having sex like that out here in the open is just something I can’t do. But as usual, when I touch Mason’s dick my mind wanders to Javed. It isn’t even remotely fair, the fact that I haven’t told him. There’s zero chance Javed won’t come for me and I more than know it.

Alpha Killian has repeatedly written to check on me, we actually write every other month or so. I write Matthew too. He’s finally mated and had two pups, thankfully. I feel so far removed from that world anymore but I am fully aware every day that it’s all there.

I constantly try to remember every detail about my mate and his house, though after years it’s getting a bit fuzzy. Sometimes I nearly feel like it didn’t happen, but I still have his shirt. I still have a small scar on my finger that’s barely noticeable from the night at the tombs. But I know it's there.

“Aurie, baby…” he whispers, as he kisses my neck. 

I stroke his hard thickness, as the sky grows dark and the rain continues to pour down on us. 

“Yeah…” I tease, as he fists my hair again. I pick up the pace, absolutely loving how it seems to grow with my touch.

“Mason? Are you kids out here? Get home! The winds are picking up,” a voice shouts, and I know it’s his father, Darren.

I jerk my hand away from him, but he holds me firm. Our eyes meet and we both smile. 

“Typical damn it,” he mumbles, shaking his head in frustration. 

“Yeah we’re on our way,” he shouts, grumbling as he helps me stand. 

I quickly shimmy into my shorts and he snatches my panties and shoves them in his pocket. I swat at his arm as he squats. I waste no time jumping on his back. He begins to run and I hold on for dear life. Within a few seconds we pass his father who is chasing some chickens, trying to get them in the barn.

I don’t miss the knowing look he gives me, and I bury my face in Mason’s back, not able to otherwise hide my guilty smile. He runs us toward the packhouse and someone holds open the door as he darts in.

Immediately, we’re greeted by one of his sisters who is about five years older and pregnant. She’s one of the most judgemental people and lives for gossip. When he sets me down, she’s already wagging her finger.

“You two crazy pups! You’re gonna get sick out there,” Marissa scolds. 

“Or pregnant,” a male laughs, walking through the room. I snicker and begin to wring out my shirt over the trash can. Mason visibly blushes.

“Hey Rory! Mail for you, I just put it on your bed. Had a weird smell,” someone else says, strolling through the room.

I freeze and my heart instantly thumps in my ears. Every hair on my body stands on end and my breath catches in my throat.

“What kind of smell? Like it fell in horse poop,” Mason jokes. I give possibly the most forced smile on record.

As they get into a banter, I slide out of the room without anyone noticing. Though Mason will notice and probably come looking for me after a while. He knows about my letters and while I’ve read a few to him, especially ones from Matthew when he talks about his new family, he’s never outright asked to read them. 

The moment I open my bedroom door the scent of my haunted past hits me. Goddess, did he roll on the paper? Rub it under his arms? How can it be that strong when the mail takes sometimes two weeks to get here?

I waste no time getting a towel and drying my hair so that it’s not sopping wet. I peel off my clothes and throw on a bra and nightgown. Grabbing the thick envelope, I raise it to my nose.

My entire body relaxes in a way I’ve never felt. My birthday is only a month away, and I should have my wolf. When I was at the Midnight Protectors, it felt as though getting her was a million years away. That it would never happen but now, I’m so close. And coming out here and meeting so many great people, namely Mason, has made the time fly instead of standing still.

Somehow I feel like if I don’t open this letter, then he’s not real. He’s not still out there waiting, pining for me. What will he think of how my body has changed? I already know his hasn’t. It’s not lost on me that I’ll age and he’ll stay the same. That I’ll become an old and wrinkly lady but he’ll always look flawless. Hardly fair but is the trade off worth it? 

Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen the tombs here, that makes the fact that there are vampires not in the forefront of my mind. Out of sight, out of mind. 

But while my mate may be out of my life for now, every day I remember how temporary it is.