Torn

Chapter Thirty-Four

Lottie's POV (and I was debating this for quite some time)

** Also, I am trying to keep this PG-13, not in content but in language. Just a heads up.

For Life2read4ever, there's a note at the end.

I would like to say that Dean took the time to undress me slowly, romantically. I would like to say that I even had time to feel nervous yet determined. I would like to say that one of them at least kissed me through this, calming me before this act that I've never done before.

But I couldn't say any of that. Dean was a werewolf, a deeply horny one at that.

So yeah. My clothes were ripped to shreds before I could even yelp a complaint.

Mason looked worried and I could understand why. To say that Dean was out of control was a laughable understatement. I don't think he had the presence of mind to be gentle. But I wasn't going to say anything. To stop him now, when he was in the process of shredding his own clothes, would be a terribly cruel thing to do. You can't really stop a guy once he gets started. Especially your mate (yes, he was my mate even though I haven't technically marked him back yet).

Mason moved aside, kinda looking awkward now, as Dean covered my body with his own.

His kisses were fierce, eager, and utterly unlike anything I had experienced with him. He was supposed to be composed in any situation. That was one part of being an alpha. But this, his borderline sloppy kisses, were not composed.

They were desperate.

Just how long had he gone without this intimacy? Was it really that long? Or was he just ridiculously and disproportionately eager?

I didn't have an answer and frankly, I didn't think it mattered too much. At the end of the day, I was going to put up with it.

I just hoped it wasn't going to be miserable. Some of the stories I've heard were nightmares.

I felt this foreign prodding from below and I tensed up, preparing.... Only for Mason to speak up, reminding me that I'm an idiot for not having thought of this.

"Don't you have any protection?" Mason growled, punching Dean hard enough for him to even notice. I had no idea what Mason was really doing, I only knew his general direction because Dean covered my vision completely.

But as Dean blinked, partially snapping out of his horny state, Mason grumbled and moved.

After a bit of rustling, in which Dean moved not an inch from my body, opting to instead kiss me senseless, Mason came back and punched Dean again, sending him a glare.

"I can't believe you" he muttered, speaking to Dean but looking at me since uh... Dean was putting on said protection with an air of frustration.