Mr. Possessive [Undergoing Edits!]

•~•CHAPTER 10•~•

I stepped out of the bathroom after finishing all my business. I was now dressed in a bra, spaghetti strap tank top, and boyshort pajama shorts. What can I say? It's comfy!

I screamed in the same high pitch tone as I did the first night I met Mason when I heard the sexiest growl ever.

Seraphina was howling in joy and I automatically knew what that meant. Mason.

"Mason, what are you doing here? You know Carly is going to be pissed that you are here," I sighed, hating how much control the bitch now had over our relationship.

"I don't care Sage. She can do whatever she wants. I'm Alpha if you haven't noticed. I'm not going to lose if it comes down to a fight. I will do anything for you Sage. You are my priority, not her or my reputation."

I turned around from facing the bed towards the door where my sexy mate was leaning. He looked casual in dark jeans and a tight black t-shirt that accentuated his muscles.

It had been almost a week since I had attacked the two vicious females. I had been avoiding my mate like the plague, even transferring to a different class to avoid him. Needless to say, he was far less than pleased by my actions and it was probably just a matter of time before he came to retrieve me. 

"I don't want to be the cause of your downfall, Mason. I'm not worth it." God I missed him. Has he always looked this good? He looks stronger, larger in my average sized bedroom. Or maybe he was just more filled out in general. Or maybe it's just been too long and I can't take my eyes off of him.

"For one thing: even though I'm pampering to you, I'm still a merciful leader and I'm not going down anytime soon. Sorry baby but that's the hard truth," I sigh sadly and avert my eyes. I still hate how vicious he can be. He walks slowly towards me, like a predator and I hesitantly walk backwards. I felt small. Powerless under his authoritative gaze.

The backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. He smirked when the realization crossed my features. In two long strides, he was inches from me. His hands reached out to rest on my bare waist where the shirt had risen slightly. His head dips down and his warm lips capture mine in a sweet kiss.

"And for a second thing: don't ever tell me you are not worth it Sage. You are worth everything and more. I would give up everything for you. I would step down from being Alpha if you sincerely asked me to. I would be nothing if you were suddenly gone. I need you Sage. And you are crushing me every time you even think that you aren't worth it. Am I doing something wrong that makes you believe you aren't worth it? Please tell me if I am Princess, because I can't keep letting you believe that you aren't worthy of me. If anything, I don't deserve you. I'm ruthless- a natural born killer- and you are pure- a sweet and innocent angel. You are so exceptional and I have no idea how I become lucky enough to have you as my cure...even if I am your disease," he ends with a smirk. My wide eyes stare up at him, trying to interpret his next move. My hands had moved to rest with my palms against his solid chest, and they ignited with sparks.

"At least this disease was worth catching," I answered, pushing up onto my tippy toes so I could kiss him. As per usual, I was still short even at my maximum height and he had to dip his head down to meet me half way. I knew he didn't mind the height difference. In fact, he loved it. It made him feel dominant and he felt like I was easier for him to protect- a natural instinct that all mates had for each other.

And while I usually didn't like being submissive, I enjoyed seeing Mason's possessive and protective side every once in a while.

His lips were molded perfectly to mine as our kiss turned into a heated make out session. Our tongues battled for dominance and he finally let me win, knowing how much I loved it. It also made my feelings for him grow, knowing that he would restrain his dominating Alpha wolf for my happiness. I almost forgot what a great kisser he was. I sigh in content against his lips as he continues kissing me- pouring his desire and anger and sadness over missing me into the way his mouth molded against mine.