Chapter 98 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

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“Oh. Oh, that’s…” I let out a humorless laugh. “That’s great. Because it’s not like you didn’t have enough power already. Now you can control every living creature.

That’s truly perfect.”

Grayson turned me around so that I was looking at him. “I would never use it unless it was totally necessary. And I would never even consider using it on you unless it was a matter of your safety or health.

“You know that, right?”

“You better not use it on me. And you better not use it on my friends either. Was sending Liam to Canada really ‘necessary,’ as you put it?”

“Yes,” he growled back, glowering at Liam.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like him.”

I elbowed him in the gut, then immediately regretted it when it ended up hurting me more than it hurt him. He didn’t even flinch. Jeez, was this guy made of rock or something?

“Stop hurting yourself,” Grayson reprimanded, already rubbing at my definitely-bruised elbow. I huffed, yanking my arm out of his grip out of spite.

Then something occurred to me. “Wait a second. You’re not expecting me to become some sort of werewolf queen or something, right? Because you’re a king?”

Obviously put off by the question, Grayson hesitated for a moment, opening and shutting his mouth like a fish out of water, then he glared again at Liam as if blaming him for having to have this conversation right now.

“Well?” I prompted. My breathing was picking up, and my mind was racing. I couldn’t even be the luna of a simple pack.

I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go back to Grayson’s pack in Minnesota, even after finding out that his pack didn’t actually hate me.

They were just under the influence of some stupid vampire telling them not to talk to me. And now he wanted me to rule with him over an entire kingdom? There was no way.

No one would take me seriously.

“Belle, I can feel you overthinking,” Grayson spoke, pulling me from my thoughts.

“You’re freaking yourself out, and there’s no reason for that.

“You know I would never give you more than you could handle. And I would never force you into something you didn’t want to do. All I need from you is to be by my side.”

Although his words helped to calm my racing thoughts just a bit, I still couldn’t help but imagine all of the terrible scenarios and ways I could mess up as the queen of the supernatural.

The human queen of the supernatural. Oh, God.

Without any warning, I was scooped up into Grayson’s arms and set back down in his lap on the ripped-up couch. I leaned into his purring chest, sighing at how good the vibrations felt running through my body.

“I hate that I keep putting you through so much stress. It’s killing me. Please calm down,” Grayson said.

His words were somewhat taken over by his purrs, making his voice sound husky and deep and sexy.

“I’m okay,” I tried to reassure him. “This is all just a bit overwhelming, you know?”

Grayson growled at that.

Liam watched us with his arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes narrowed, still skeptical of Grayson and his intentions.

He seemed to have calmed down a bit, though, when he had seen that I was in no real danger.

“I heard about King Elijah Viotto being able to purr for his mate,” Liam said, “but it’s strange to hear it done in person.”

“Can all vampires purr?” I asked.

“We can hiss,” Liam explained. “But only when we feel threatened or upset. Just like wolves with growling.”

“You need to rest,” Grayson cut in, addressing me. “You’ve been through a lot the last few days.”

“The last few months,” I corrected without thinking. The comment only seemed to sour Grayson’s mood even more. “I’m fine though, really,” I quickly amended.

Grayson hugged me tighter to him. He looked at Liam. “Leave,” he snapped.

My irritation spiked. “Don’t tell my friend what to do.”

But when I looked back at Liam, I was shocked to see him already marching to the door without saying a single word. And then, just like that, he was gone.

My jaw dropped. “Did…Did you seriously just use your stupid powers on him?”

Grayson just shrugged, looking down at his hand running up and down my arm.

“He wouldn’t have left otherwise.”

My head fell back. “I can’t believe this is my life. My werewolf boyfriend just told my vampire best friend to leave using his supernatural powers.”

“I’m your best friend. He’s irrelevant.”

Before I could respond, Grayson threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and walked straight to the hotel room door.

“Hey, wait! Where are you taking me?” I demanded.

“Different hotel room. We obviously can’t stay in this one anymore.”

With a sigh, I looked back at the ruined hotel room as he carried me out the door, slumping down on his shoulder because I knew it was pointless to fight anyway.

GRAYSON

I hated that vampire. My wolf paced in my chest the entire time he was here, eager to take care of the infuriating vampire himself and pissed every time I forced him down, refusing to let him out.

He thought he had some sort of claim on my woman just because he had taken care of her for a short time when I couldn’t. He was wrong. Very wrong.

She was mine. And I was more than happy to prove that to him.

After switching rooms due to the destruction caused to the last one—something I did not regret, especially after finding out Liam Blackwood’s father owned the place

—I sat Belle down on the couch in the new room.

“Food,” I stated, leaving no room for discussion. “Then you’re spending the entire day resting and watching movies in my arms. And then you’re eating more food.”

She frowned even as her happiness and overall relief surged through the mate bond, content to do as I said. “What is it with you and trying to get me to eat?”

I tilted her head up, the palm of my hand cupping her cheek. “You’re beautiful, baby. No matter what. But you’ve lost too much weight since we’ve been apart. I need to get you back to a healthy weight.”

She didn’t argue. I could tell she was secretly relieved.

She was still exhausted from everything she had gone through, and while spending the last twenty-four hours together was helping, she was still moving slower than normal and clung to me whenever I was near.

Which I was sure she wasn’t even aware she was doing. Not that I minded, of course.

I gave her a lingering kiss on the forehead before grabbing the phone to order room service. I was looking forward to a calm rest of the day spent relaxing with my girl.

BELLE

After eating the most ginormous meal of my entire life, I was happy to curl up against Grayson on the couch. His massive arm wrapped around my shoulder as we watched a random rom-com on the TV.

Things almost felt…normal. Like we were a regular couple just enjoying each other’s company.

Okay, well, that’s not totally true. The only thing that didn’t feel normal was the intense sexual energy charging between us.

The man next to me had my stomach in knots and the walls of my pussy pulsing with need.

I was aware of his every movement, every breath he took, and the way one of his hands was running up and down my leg in a soothing manner as he watched the screen.

The most embarrassing part was that I couldn’t stop glancing down at the outline of his hard cock through his jeans, replaying what it had felt like to have my lips wrapped around it this morning.

I was practically salivating at the thought of doing it again, right here, right now.

What would he say if I just got down on my knees right now and—?

Belle!  I screamed at myself in my head, cutting that thought off before it took on a mind of its own. ~Stop it! Get your mind out of the gutter!~

But that was nearly impossible—especially when Grayson started to purr softly. It was barely even audible over the sound of the TV but still caused an embarrassing river of arousal to trickle from my center.

I clenched my thighs together, my cheeks flooding with so much heat I was sure I looked like a tomato.

I hoped beyond hope that Grayson couldn’t smell how inexplicably turned on I was, but I knew that was pointless.

When I glanced up at his face, he had a barely-there, knowing smirk painting his lips, causing my stomach to do a flip.

Fuck, what was wrong with me? I didn’t remember it being like this between us before, like it was impossible to keep my hands off of him.

Every inch of me felt like it was on fire—and it wasn’t even like we were doing anything!

We were literally just sitting on a couch together, watching TV—so why did it feel like I was going to combust if he didn’t touch me within the next five seconds?

Almost as if he was reading my mind, Grayson’s hand moved a little further up my leg, just barely dipping under the edge of his boxers that I was wearing.

I had chosen to throw off the sweatpants he had given me earlier when they kept falling off me, deciding I was better off without them.

I had been running hot all day anyway and knew that anything was better than wearing my dirty panties.

I was able to get the boxers to stay on only by rolling the waist up several times and tying them with a hair tie.

I would have to visit my apartment and get new clothes soon—even if Grayson got all huffy and growly every time I mentioned going back there.

I squirmed against him as the throbbing between my legs was quickly becoming too intense to ignore.

My legs opened a bit wider on their own accord, inviting him to where I needed him most and desperately hoping he would take the hint.

I nearly moaned in relief when his massive hand pulled my leg over one of his, spreading me open even further for him.

But I couldn’t hold back the embarrassing sound that escaped my lips when his hand crept up the inside of my thigh at an agonizing pace—almost as if he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing to me or how badly I needed him.

Until his fingers finally reached my needy slit with exact accuracy. He ran his hand over it, and my head fell back; the only thing separating us was the thin fabric of his boxers.

He rubbed me for a second—nearly driving me to madness when he deliberately avoided touching me where I actually needed him to. He was teasing me.

His teeth nipped at the top of my ear, his hand still cupping me. “My poor girl is soaking. You’ve already seeped through my boxers and onto my T-shirt.”

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