Marked by the Alphas Chapter 79

Katie POV

Sothing weird is going on. That prickle at the back of my neck refuses to go away, and there is a touchable tension between Kane, Axel, and Mason.

“Grab your bags, and follow , Mason,” Axel says, and, Mason,” Axel says, and Mason looks at before he reluctantly follows.

“There’s a fully stocked kitchen,” Kane informs about my quarters, but again, it feels like we had this conversation before.

I make the right noises, but I am desperate to be alone. I need ti to sit down and figure out what the fuck is up with these visions. This is the second ti now, and honestly, it hurts.

“Can I get you anything else?” Kane asks, his blue eyes piercing into my soul.

“I’m good, thanks,” I smile stiffly, and pick up Stella. “Thanks for your hospitality. Everything is perfect.”

It looks like he wants to say sothing, but decides against it and leaves.

“Finally,” I sigh, sitting down, but before I can relax, Mason slips in with his bags.

“Do you mind if I stay with you and Stella?” he asks pleadingly.

“Mason, I ... uhm, do you think it’s a good idea?” I ask hesitantly.

I like him and want him here, but I need alone ti. There are too many things happening, and it is happening too fast.

What if Kane and Axel monitor us? How would it influence Mason and my relationship if we suddenly lived on top of each other?

“They believe we’re mates and that Stella is our pup,” Mason says as if he sensed my anxiety. “So, they can’t argue with this arrangent.”

“Maybe not,” I shrug. “But sothing tells they won’t be too thrilled about it.”

“They’re showing off,” Mason rolls his eyes. “They obviously like having you around.”

“And who could bla them?” he asks, stepping closer to .

“Let’s talk about this later,” I wiggle myself out of it. “It’s been a long and tiring day for Stella, and it’s long past her nap ti.”

Mason scoops her up out of my arms and gently rocks her.

“You’re tired, aren’t you?” Mason asks her in a sweet voice.

“If this is how it’s going to be, then you can stay,” I tease.

“Is this you, nanny-zoning ?” Mason asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry ... nanny-zoning?” I laugh softly.

“You know,” Mason smiles mischievously. “Like the friend zone, but I’m your nanny.”

“Hm ... possible,” I tease.

“Better not be,” he grunts. “Tell you what, I’ll look after her, and you can enjoy a bath.”

“Mason, you’re amazing,” I say, jumping up and kissing his cheek.

“Enjoy,” he calls out as I rush to the bathroom.

I open the taps, add bubble bath royally, and strip off my clothes, grateful for the opportunity for so solitude and washing away this stressful morning.

My heart swells as I run my hand through the hot water. The tub is wide and deep, and sinking into it feels like going to heaven. I lean back and close my eyes, but before I can drift into oblivion, there is a knock on the door.

“Co in,” I shout, without thinking, and imdiately open my eyes and look down. Oh, thank goddess. The bubble covers everything.

“Kane called for a eting,” Mason says as he peeks into the bathroom. “I won’t be too long ...”

His gaze fixates on , and his eyes darken.

“Okay,” I reply, my voice barely audible.

He walks over to , leans down, and gives a slow, tender kiss. Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed him by the neck, soaking him in bubbly water.

He chuckles and kneels beside , his hands reaching out to caress my cheek as his tongue slips easily between my lips. I moan softly when his hand slides into the water, grazing my nipple before he takes my breast in his hand, squeezing gently. He circles my hardened nipples with his thumbs, then flicks them softly, teasing .

A blazing surge of heat runs straight through to my core. Goddess, how long has it been since I was touched like this? I know I have been because I have a baby. Obviously, I cannot rember how it felt, and a part of is happy about it. This is as if it is my first ti again, and everything is more intense and exhilarating.

Mason growls against my lips, and his hand travels lower, down my stomach, and straight between my thighs. He trails a finger through my slit, and my whole center throbs, the ache of need settling deep down inside , already beginning to knot up.

I gasp and my back arches as he eases a finger inside , stroking his thumb over my swollen bud. The edges of my brain fuzz as he kisses deeper and slides another finger inside, working achingly slowly.

I grind against his hand, and he quickens his pace, hooking his fingers upward, hitting a spot deep inside that makes my legs buck and my vision blur. Our tongues dance as he pumps faster and faster, and suddenly I am crashing over the edge, climaxing.

He slides his fingers out slowly, and a shiver runs through when his fingers caress my nipples and breast. He moves from my breasts upwards and curls his fingers into my hair. He kisses with so much desire that my already weak knees go numb.

He stands over , breathing as heavily as I am, and I can see the outline of his erection straining against his jeans.

“We’ll continue when I return.” his voice is filled with promise and desire, and another rush of heat flows straight through .

“Your clothes are soaked,” I say breathlessly, trying to control my overactive hormones and need with small talk. “You’re going to have to change.”

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “If anyone wants to know why, I’ll tell them you’re all mine.”