Chapter 128 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson) Online Free by Annie Whipple

I nearly screamed at how close his face was to mine.

“What are you doing over there?” I asked. I leaned over, so I was lying on my side right in front of him.

He had on boxers now, which didn’t seem the least bit fair, considering the fact that I was still butt naked.

When Grayson didn’t respond, I pushed up on my elbow. It was then that I noticed his overwhelming anxiety racing through our newly strengthened bond, accompanied by fear and exhaustion.

“Are you okay?”

“Are you okay?” he replied uneasily. “How are you feeling?”

I reached over and grabbed his arm, squeezing it gently. I loved that the sparks were even more intense than before. He immediately put his hand over mine. “I’m fine. Great, actually. Amazing. I’m happy.”

He didn’t seem convinced. “Are you sure?”

I took his hand in mine and placed it on my chest, right over my heart. “Can’t you feel how happy I am?” I could definitely feel how worried he was.

He stared at the spot where my hand was for several long moments, his eyes switching from black to red to green repeatedly.

I frowned. “Why aren’t you in bed?” I could feel how badly he wanted to be holding me right now and had no idea why he was fighting that urge. I wanted the same thing.

“I needed to be able to see you—to see if you were in pain. I needed to watch your face.”

My heart broke a little. Although more than a little creepy that he just sat and watched me while I slept, he was so scared something was going to happen to me that he’d put his needs and wants aside.

This man really did love me, huh?

“Come here,” I whispered, holding out my hand. “Please.”

My eyes opened wide in delight as I watched Grayson slide down his boxers and step out of them before climbing back into the bed with me, pulling me against him, so we were chest to chest. I ran my thumb under the deep bags under his eyes.

“Did you sleep at all?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “I had to make sure you were okay.”

I sighed, dropping my forehead against his. “You worry too much. I would have told you if something was wrong.”

“What if you didn’t know until it was too late? What if I couldn’t save you because I was too busy fucking sleeping?”

“So, what, you’re just never going to sleep again because you’re too worried I’m going to up and combust without warning?

“Don’t be ridiculous. You need rest. Especially after”—I swallowed, my cheeks blossoming with color—“everything we did yesterday.”

Grayson’s lips turned up for the first time since I had woken up, and it sent flutters into my stomach. I would do anything to keep that smile on his face.

“Hmm…,” Grayson hummed. “You’re lucky I can practically read your mind now.

Otherwise, I would have been waking you up every hour last night to make sure you were okay.

“Your happiness through the bond is the only thing giving me any peace of mind.”

His chest started to vibrate with his quiet purrs as his lips skimmed over my chin.

“You’re sure you’re feeling okay?” he asked in a low tone that made me shift against him.

“Um…yes,” I murmured. I was becoming obscenely distracted by his wandering hands with every passing second. Especially the one petting up the inside of my thigh. “I-I feel great.”

Grayson’s smile widened. “I can’t believe I waited so long to finally feel your incredible tightness squeezing around me,” he growled.

I chewed on my bottom lip. “I can’t either. And for what? Because you were afraid I was going to shift? I feel exactly the same as I did before we mated. Absolutely no difference.”

He abruptly squeezed my ass in a harsh grip, possessively, pulling me even closer to him. I squeaked.

“I hope you don’t feel exactly the same. You’re mine now. Forever. For the rest of eternity.”

My breathing was coming out embarrassingly fast. “I think I-I could be okay with that.”

“Could be okay with that? Baby, you don’t get a choice. I’m keeping you whether you like it or not.”

I giggled. “It’s a good thing I like you, then.”

“Just like?” he demanded.

“Mm-hm…I think I might be warming up to you a bit. It might take a little while longer. I mean, you did kidnap me, after all. Or don’t you remember that? What kind of girl would I be if I fell in love with my kidnapper?”

“The kind that is mated to an alpha male,” Grayson provided, dipping his head down to nip at my mark. It was still tender from being bitten multiple times last night.

It sent shivers down my spine. “I regret nothing, baby. Would do it all again in a heartbeat.” He placed my leg over his hip so that my pussy was lined up with his hard cock.

I gasped when he slowly rolled his hips once against mine, sliding his cock between my slick folds.

“Are you sore?” he said right next to my ear. “I know I was pretty rough with you. I couldn’t help it, though. I needed to claim you. To dominate you. I had to.”

“I know,” I whispered. I closed my eyes, already getting lost in the sensations he was causing to build in my lower stomach.

Was it actually possible to want him again after the countless hours he’d spent inside me only yesterday?

The answer was yes. Yes, it definitely was.

In fact, the closeness I felt with him due to the bond only made me want him more, almost as if we hadn’t completed the mating process at all to begin with. I was desperate for him again.

“I-I’m a little s-sore,” I said, completing my earlier thought, realizing I had never actually answered his question. “But it’s n-nothing I can’t…um…handle.”

His cock was rubbing up against my clit with exact precision, turning my brain to mush.

“My poor baby. I rode you hard, huh?” He picked up his speed just slightly, and I nearly passed away then and there. He was teasing me. He was enjoying watching me fall apart for him.

“Grayson. I want you again. Please.” I didn’t care that I was begging, so long as he slid that magical dick into me in the next five seconds.

I gasped at the intense pleasure that took over our bond. Holy shit, did he like hearing me say that—hearing me beg for him and actually being able to do something about it.

His pleasure immediately filled my chest with warmth and the space between my legs with butterflies.

“I know you do,” he replied in a low tone. “I can feel your need. Smell it. My cock is practically drowning in it.”

His movements abruptly ceased, and he leaned down, so his lips were right next to my ear. “So what are you going to do about it, little mate?”

My eyes snapped up to his. It took me a moment to understand the significance behind his words. He was giving me permission.

For the first time ever, he was allowing me to do what I wanted to him without restrictions or restraints. It was such a simple thing he was doing, and yet, it meant so much to me.

I suddenly had the urge to cry.

I had been holding myself back from touching him and acting on my need to bring him pleasure for so long that I didn’t even realize I was still doing it now, even when it was unnecessary.

But Grayson had noticed it yesterday and was sharing his observation with me now through the mate bond.

Even when he was inside me for most of yesterday, I kept my hands on places I knew were safe: his face, shoulders, chest, abs—but never lower. He knew what I was doing even when I didn’t. He knew I was holding myself back and protecting myself from his rejection, which I had become all too familiar with. I was so familiar with it that I had come to expect it.

“What are you going to do about it, Belle?” he asked again, quieter this time, with more intention behind his words.

I smiled. I knew exactly what I was going to do about it.

I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. I made sure that no part of my sopping wet center was touching him—my own way of teasing him in the same way he teased me.

Grayson crossed his arms behind his head and watched me with raised brows, a cocky grin plastered on his lips.

I couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss those lips. Once. Twice. Three times for good measure.

I felt his muscles tense beneath me as he held himself back from grabbing me and kissing me more thoroughly like I knew he wanted to.

“You’re not going to stop me this time?” I asked, letting my mouth barely brush over his as I spoke. My hands trailed down his pecs and over his arms and shoulders.

“No excuses about having to work? Or not feeling like it’s the right time?”

“Fuck, no.” His words came out strained. It was getting harder for him to hold himself back. “Not even the Moon Goddess herself could pull me away from you right now.”

I wet my mouth, looking down at my hunk of a mate, trying to decide exactly what my next move would be. The possibilities were endless.

I tried to press my legs together to try to relieve some of the pulsing discomfort starting there, but Grayson’s massive form was there, preventing any sort of friction from taking place.

Deciding that this would be solely about him and not me, I leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to his jaw. Then his throat, Adam’s apple, collarbone, and chest muscles.

I kissed all the way down to his stomach and the small patch of hair leading down to my final destination.

“Belle,” Grayson groaned, his voice strained, making it clear he was barely holding it together. He wanted me to hurry things along.

I giggled but didn’t rush. I wanted to enjoy this.

My lips were directly above his pulsing shaft now. With a grin, I slowly bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to his crown.

Even from that simple touch, his hips shot up just the slightest bit, and another low groan came from deep within his chest. I loved the effect I had on him. I loved that I could so easily make him lose control.

I was just about to wrap my lips fully around his tip, my mouth watering with the need to taste him, when all of a sudden, he sat up.

He grabbed me by the bottom of my jaw with his massive hand, stopping what I was doing.

He let out a vicious growl that shook the entire bed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he bit out, every muscle of his body flexed with unrestrained fury.

“Someone wants to die.”

“What?” I responded.

Without warning, he gently grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me up, so my face was directly in front of his. He smashed his lips to mine. “I’m so sorry,”

he spoke against my lips.

As if on cue, a knock could be heard at the door to our apartment. Grayson let out a snarl so loud and powerful that it shook the entire room. Hell, it probably shook the entire palace.

I slammed my hands over my ears.

“I’m going to kill him,” Grayson bit out.

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