Chapter 104 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

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As annoying as that was, I pushed my irritation down. I would talk to her about it tomorrow. I didn’t want to keep her from getting sleep.

My vampire purred for her at a low frequency, not loud enough for her to notice, but enough to hopefully help her relax.

I was happy to do this for her all night if she needed it; I didn’t plan on sleeping tonight, wanting to stay alert in case anything happened.

But the way she continued to shift and rub against me nearly had me pinning her down and fucking the living shit out of her. It was getting harder and harder to keep my wolf under control.

As the purrs rolled over her, Belle softened and pressed back against me. I was wrapped around her from behind, with her tucked into me, our legs tangled together under the sheets.

I had to hold in a deep snarl when she rubbed her little ass up against my hard-as-rock cock, murmuring something incomprehensible in her half-asleep state. Then she stilled. Her breathing slowed.

Just as I thought she had finally nodded off, she huffed and flipped her body around so she was facing me, nuzzling her face into my bare chest and neck.

I froze when she threw one of her legs over my hip, pressing her pussy up against my cock. Only her sweatpants and my boxers separated us from being skin-to-skin.

And then she started to move. And grind.

My whole body lit on fire.

They weren’t large movements—they were small and fueled by sleep. Filled with innocence. She didn’t know what she needed or even that she was doing it, just that it felt good.

And then I realized what was going on, why she was having such a hard time falling asleep, why she was keeping her emotions under lock and key, and why she couldn’t stop wiggling her supple body against me.

She was horny.

Yes, my girl was so turned on it was keeping her awake. The bond was getting to her the same way it was getting to me.

That realization nearly killed me. It was one thing for me to go without, but my mate?

Fuck. That.

If she needed release, I was going to give it to her.

My hand traveled up her spine until I was gripping the back of her neck, squeezing it. Belle sucked in a small breath, her hip movements rolling to a stop.

“Did I wake you up?” Belle whispered into the darkness.

“No,” I replied, my voice deep and hoarse. “You didn’t.”

My other hand found its way to her hip, gently encouraging her to continue her movements, faster this time. I guided her hips down, so her clit rubbed up against my pulsing shaft.

Belle gasped. “Grayson…,” she moaned out. “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you. Relax.”

She automatically did as she was told, allowing me full control. Her arms snaked their way around my neck as I picked up the pace, grinding up against her.

Her breaths started to come out as pants until she was mewling against my skin.

I growled. “Quiet, little mate.” I kissed her jaw and up to her ear so I was sure she could hear me. “No one but me gets to hear the sound of your pleasure. I need you quiet. Understand?”

She nodded, although she seemed a bit distracted as she started to move her hips. I couldn’t have that.

With my grip on her hip, I slowed her anxious grinding and grabbed her chin with my other hand, forcing her to look at me.

“I want to hear you say it. No vampire is going to hear your sweet moans. Say you understand.”

She nodded again, wiggling to try and get out of my grip. “I understand,” she said, her words rushing out. “I’ll be quiet.”

“Good girl.”

I allowed her to move again, meeting her thrusts with mine—harder, faster.

I dragged the ridge of my cock up and down her clothed pussy like a man possessed, my eyes soaking up the beautiful sight of my mate writhing against me, finding pleasure with my body.

Fuck, I was going to get off like this.

My wolf side clawed at my consciousness. This wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He pounded so hard against my mind that I physically jerked forward, nearly crushing Belle.

I couldn’t help but let my instincts momentarily take over and pushed Belle onto her back before climbing over her and slamming my hips down onto hers.

Belle squeaked as I started to full-on hump her like a wild animal. I knew the moment the seam of her sweatpants started to grind up against her clit, her eyes rolling to the back, and her legs opening wider.

I snarled low when small noises started to come out of her mouth as she neared her climax. My possessiveness and need to have her all to myself took over any logical thinking I may have been hanging onto.

I grabbed her jaw in my hand and slammed my lips down onto hers, swallowing all of the noises of bliss she was making and keeping them all to myself.

The taste of her consumed me, and I was suddenly extremely grateful for the sturdiness of this bed—it didn’t make a single noise as I dry-humped my mate into oblivion.

Belle’s orgasm came hard and fast. I never took my lips from hers, and she whined into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders and only adding to my own fire.

Feeling her shake and convulse against me was all it took for me to go off, grinding down harder than I had before.

After what felt like forever, both of our intense highs finally ebbed and flowed to an end. Belle was completely limp beneath me, breathing heavily.

I continued to kiss her even though her lips were loose and pliable under mine, not ready to be done with her just yet.

Although we both came, the primal feeling inside of me—the need to claim her—

didn’t calm. My hips never ceased moving, thrusting lazily while I kissed her.

It wasn’t much, but it kept me from ripping all of her clothes off and finally taking her sweet virginity.

Later. That would come later.

Belle giggled when I swiped my tongue across her lips. I growled playfully before pulling back and looking down at my droopy-eyed, smiling mate.

Fuck, she looked beautiful like this—beneath me, swollen lips, flushed and satisfied.

After cleaning ourselves up in the bathroom, Belle and I settled back into the bed, her in my arms.

She slept like the dead for the rest of the night.

BELLE

Grayson couldn’t keep his hands off of me the next morning.

I sort of loved it.

He had woken me up extremely early with gentle kisses on my mark.

He had been receiving constant updates from the pilot of his private plane all night, and the moment he knew it was near, he wanted us up and moving.

We took a quick shower and then got dressed. Of course, Grayson got all growly when I put on Laila’s black leggings and a T-shirt instead of his humongous clothes.

Laila even let me use a pair of sneakers, too, which I was extremely grateful for.

“Fucking vampire scent,” Grayson kept fuming under his breath once I was dressed.

I rolled my eyes. He should just be grateful that it was Laila’s clothes and not Liam’s.

We were just about to leave the room when rushed footsteps started approaching.

“Belle! Belle! ” someone shouted.

I ran to the door and pried it open before Grayson could stop me, coming face to face with a very panicked-looking Laila.

“My dad is a traitor,” she said, her words rushing out before I could even react to the large tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Liam is holding him off, but my father told Azazel where you are. You need to get out of here. Now.”

Grayson had me in his arms before she had even finished speaking. I didn’t even have time to process what was going on or what Laila had just told us.

My mate hugged me close to his body, pressed my face into his neck to shield my eyes, and then he sprinted.

Intense wind made my hair fly everywhere as he ran at a speed that made everything blur past us. I tried looking up, but Grayson’s firm grip kept my head forced down.

I expected to be there like that for a while. But only seconds later, we came to an abrupt stop, Grayson’s entire body jerking forward. I squeaked in surprise.

“Grayson?” I asked when he didn’t move for several seconds. I could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

The sound of a car’s wheels screeched in front of us. A door opened.

“Get in.” Relief filled me at the sound of Liam’s voice.

He was okay. Or at least, he sounded like he was.

Grayson finally released his hold on my neck, allowing me to look up as he carried me into the passenger side door of an absolutely incredible blue Lamborghini.

“Liam!” I exclaimed when I saw him in the driver’s seat, a scowl painted over his handsome features.

I didn’t have time to ask him any questions or try to understand what the hell was going on because, the next thing I knew, Liam threw the car into reverse, not even waiting for Grayson to close our car door all the way.

Grayson pulled me into his lap in the passenger seat and wrapped his arms around me, acting as my seat belt.

I screamed as Liam tore through the gates of his father’s driveway—nearly hitting an oncoming car—and swerved the car around so he was speeding down the street in front of his father’s house.

“Azazel knows where you are,” Liam explained in a rush once the car was stable.

“He knows about the plane and your plan to bring Belle back to Croatia with you.

He’s coming after you.

“He’s going to try and stop you both.”

It was then I was able to get a good look at my friend. My mouth went dry. “Liam,” I said uneasily, “you’re covered in blood.”

He had red splattered all over his arms and down his chest.

The fact that he was wearing a white T-shirt only made the color of the bright blood more pronounced, and with his matching eyes, he looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

Liam wiped his hand over his mouth—which I now noticed had blood in the corners—and swiped his tongue over his sharp fangs. “Not mine,” he grunted in response.

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