Isabella’s P.O.V.Blessed!
That’s what I’m feeling right in this moment, wrapped up in his arms as we cuddle beside each other watching The Kissing Booth; him for the first time and me for the hundredth time. With a tub of ice-cream settled on my lap as I feed both of us ice-cream and him growling at me every time I drool over Noah.
What? That guy is literally a Sex God; you can’t actually blame me for it.
This night by far has been the best night of my life; when we were busy confessing about our feelings earlier, engulfed in each other’s arms after we reached here; we were disturbed by a clear of someone’s throat. That someone being Aiden, Mason’s Beta; he had a few bags in his hands and by the looks of it I could say it had food. Aiden just gave Mason those bags and left without exchanging a single word but by the smug look on Mason’s face and the teasing smirk on Aiden’s, I could guess that words weren’t actually needed for them to speak at that moment.
After Aiden left, Mason started placing food on the plates that were already there on the table; when I saw what he got for us; a smile crawled on my face. His food selection was perfect, No it wasn’t a take away from some expensive restaurant instead it was just basic food. A medium sized cheese, corn and jalapenos pizza, two chicken burgers, 3 large fries, two tins of coke and a large tub of chocolate brownie ice cream. He took the ice cream tub and walked inside the tent, removing a mini chiller from behind the mattress, he placed it inside and walked back to the table where I was standing.
I had a smile still plastered to my face as I saw him looking at me with a weird questioning expression, I shook my head to deny his thoughts, whatever they were about as I took the cans of coke, opening them I poured them in wine glasses. He gave me a small smile as he came by my side, pulling my chair out, gesturing towards it he said, “Come on now. Get settled, let’s eat” as if on cue, my stomach growled making him snicker at it, turning my cheeks a shade of pink.
Once I got seated, he went to his side and sitting in his seat, we both started eating; I couldn’t ignore the fact that all the food that he ordered were my favorites. Curious about his choices, I ask, “Who chose the dinner preferences?” He looked at me with a guilty expression as he asks, “Why would you ask that?”
I reply with, “Because these are all my favorites and let’s not forget that you got 3 large fries; obviously someone told you that I love fries. So tell me who is it?” He looks at the food, biting the inside of his cheek and mumbling a few curse words he says, “I asked Rose what you like in food.” I smile at him and say, “I’m glad to know, that you guys are getting along.”
After that the dinner was silent, not the awkward silent but the peaceful and enjoying each other’s company type of silent, time to time I caught him sneaking glances at me and I think so did he as most of the times our eyes clashed with each other, I was sure that by the end of this night, I’ll be looking like a ripe tomato with all the attention I was getting.
Once the dinner was over, we cleaned the table by picking up all the trash and placing it in a big bag; Mason took the bag and told me that he will just put it in the garbage bin placed at some distance and by the time he comes back, I was supposed to be tucked in the mattress waiting for him with a movie of my choice ready to be played on the screen, his words not mine. This is how we ended up cuddling with each other while stuffing ourselves with ice cream inside the tent.
The tent is zipped close as we lay on the mattress; the movie is at the final scene now where Noah leaves for Harvard and I’m a bundle of messed up nerves, bawling my eyes out and Mason rubbing his hands over my arms to calm me down. As soon as the movie ends, I hear Mason release a long sigh as he mumbles, “Finally” I move away from his hold, to keep the laptop on the table and turn towards him to ask, “What do you mean by finally? Don’t tell me that you didn’t like the movie?”
He shrugs as he replies with, “It was a cliché, the girl falls in love with her best friend’s brother; too predictable shit baby.”
Hearing him say that, a loud gasp leaves my mouth as my hand forms a fist as I hit him on his arm as I say, “You did not just say that.”
“What the…” before he can finish that sentence I throw him a glare and he quickly changes his statement to, “Calm down woman. It’s just a movie” all the while caressing his arm where I had hit him a little while earlier. Listening to his stupid comment, my expression turns offended as I speak, “Of course not. It’s not just a movie, it’s an emotion. It’s love, you dumb person and let’s not forget Mr. Sex on legs, Noah Flynn.”
As soon as these words leave my mouth, I’m pinned to the mattress with my hands resting above my head, held down by him as he settles himself between my legs. Oh my god, why does it feel like we are about to have sex? No No No I don’t want to have sex before we get marked, that’s just not how I planned it. I think he feels my uneasiness or even worse, maybe he heard my thoughts as his hold loosens a little but still there as he says, “Calm down love. We are not having sex today.” I calm down listening to his words as he continues with a smirk plastered on his face, “At least, not YET.”
His hold tightens again on my wrists as he asks, “Now, back to what you were saying. Mr. Sex on legs, huh?” I can’t help but smile at his question, is he jealous? Looking at me smile he lowers himself on me with our bodies touching each other, I can feel ever part of him on me; from his shallow breath fanning my neck to his muscular chest pressing against my plumpy one, from the soft growls leaving his mouth to his hard member rubbing against my core. I can feel it all, as he inches closer towards me, adjusting his head in the crook of my neck he drops his famous butterfly kisses.
This feels nice, I like it when he does this; it’s like I crave for his touch more then I can agree about.
His grip loosens on my wrist as his hand trails upwards to lace his fingers with mine; all this while assaulting my neck with a pattern of bite, kiss and lick, all over it. I can assure myself, that by the time he is done with me, my neck with be tainted by his marks and for some sick reasons, that passes a shot of adrenaline through me, it’s like I want him to mark me as his for the whole world to know and I think somewhere I’m allowing him to do this as I myself want to do it to him.
His actions make me release a moan which makes him free his mouth from my neck and move his face right in front of me as he asks, “You hear that, only I can make you moan like that; no one else, not even your Mr. Sex on legs. Do you get that love?” His dominance over me increases my arousal as I nod, worried that if I open my mouth another embarrassing moan might slip out and boost his ego even more. My nod does not satisfy him as he pushes his member harder on my core as he says, “Speak up love.”
I gulp once before saying, “Yes.”
“Yes what?” he asks smirking, enjoying my misery; I look him in the eye as I answer, this time with a little bit of courage and a little louder, “Yes Alpha.”
Something flashes through his eyes as they turn a shade darker, making my breath catch in my throat; he moves his mouth near my ear as he says, “Tell me that you’re mine.”
I whimper a little at the arousal, which is beyond control as I say, “I’m yours.” As soon as he hears me say that he grabs my face in between his hands and attaches his lips to mine while I weave my fingers through his hair, grabbing hold of them to steady him for me to consume. He releases my lips and rests his forehead on mine as he asks, “Don’t ever think about any other man like that. You have no idea how it makes me feel.”
I smile at his request as I caress his face and say, “He is an actor and I’m just one of his million fans. It’s not like I’m going to leave you for him. Even if I got the chance, I’d never.” His body loosens as he calms down a little and asks, “Still don’t. What if I said such a thing looking at that girl from that movie? Would you be okay with it?”
“Yea, because I know that she is just a celebrity crush whereas me, I’m your woman. There’s a big difference Macey” I tell him, he shuts his eyes as I hear him think that he won’t be able to make me understand his pain. I comb my fingers through his hair and move my head a little upwards to drop a quick peck on his lips; my gesture makes him open his eyes as a devilish smirk rises on his face. I’m confused at his behavior, but the moment he opens his mouth my confusion turns to anger and a loud growl leaves my mouth; when I hear him say, “What if I look at Veronica like you look at that guy, would you still be okay with it?”
What the fuck, did he just say?
Now it’s me who is pissed at his words, in a swift moment the tables have turned as he is the one who is pinned beneath me as I straddle his waist. I pin his arms above him as I growl, “Don’t you dare.” A smirk grows on his face as he says; “Now you know how I feel. The thought, it hurts, doesn’t it?”
My grip loosens on his wrist as I try to move away from him, he grabs my waist and pulls me down on him, pulling me towards him so that now I’m lying over him. He caresses my head, combing his fingers through my hair as he says, “I’m not going to do that love. Don’t ever doubt that.”
I wrap my arms around his torso as I bury me face in his neck, dropping a small kiss; I hear him whimper at my gesture and take it as my chance to speak as I say, “I don’t want to lose you, Mason. I’m scared.”
“You won’t” he sighs as he takes a deep breath, I feel his chest expanding and contracting beneath me as he continues, “Because I won’t let it happen.” Soon, darkness consumes me and before I can even realize it, I’m in deep sleep.
I wake up to someone calling out my name as they trace patterns on my back, “Bella. Baby get up. It’s getting late; I need to get you home.” The word ‘home’ makes me jump from my sleeping position, which in turn makes me move a little to settle on his member a little too harshly; I hear him hiss as he mumbles, “God woman, are you trying to kill me?” I look where I’m sitting and slowly get down from the mattress, slipping my shoes on as he sits up, adjusting his pants, moving away from the bed he starts wearing his sneakers. We are out of the tent and start walking towards his car; it is about 10.30 and takes us a few minutes before his car comes into view. Opening up the door, he gestures me to get in as he moves towards the driver’s seat and starts the car.
The ride is silent for a while, with me laying my head on the window as I look out, trying hard not to sleep and Mason driving the car with one hand while the other one is joined with mine. He is rubbing circles on my hand unconciously; I turn my attention towards him as I ask, “What about the tent and other stuff? Why didn’t we pack it up?”
A smile forms on his face as he pulls my hand towards his mouth to drop a small kiss as he answers, “Aiden and Blake are already over there to wrap things up, love.” It’s not the first time, when he called me love, but even after all those times; I still feel the butterflies in my stomach whenever I hear him call me that. The warmth that I feel when I’m with him is just undeniable and it consumes me totally in a bubble and turns me into a melting mess.
Soon we are outside my pack territory, he parks his car and moves to get out of it; I grab his arm which makes him pause and turn towards me. I capture his face in my palms as I drop a long, ravishing kiss to his lips and say, “I enjoyed every second I spent with you Mason. Thanks for making me feel special, like I mean something to you. This is by far, the best day of my life. Thank you so much baby.”
He gives me a genuine smile, not a smirk or a smug cocky one, but a gentle one which is filled with so much emotion as he says, “You don’t mean something to me baby” he grabs my face and tilts it a little to peck a kiss on my forehead as he continues, “You are my Everything. Don’t ever forget that.”
With that, he pulls away and so do I; moving out of the car, he walks towards me and engulfs me in a tight hug and we both depart our ways. I’m almost at the clearing, when I hear him say, “Drop me a text as soon as you reach home. I am not going anywhere unless and until you tell me you reached home safe, get it woman.”
I turn to look at him, a smile dancing on my lips as I reply with a smug, “As you say ALPHA.”