Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson)
And I had been so close to touching myself near said vampires. Would he be mad at me? I already knew the answer.
Holy shit, what if it really was a window and not a one-way mirror, as I had thought? What if people could see me?
Shit, shit, shit.
Before I even reached the door handle, it flung open, revealing my still shirtless mate. I let out an embarrassing shriek of surprise. Holy fucking fuck, he was fast.
It occurred to me that he must have used his vampire speed to get here so quickly.
It literally only took him seconds.
He stared at me as he stood in the doorway. He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent.
His eyes flashed.
“Oh. Hi.” I waved awkwardly. “What’s up?”
I took several steps back when he started to prowl toward me like a predator stalking its prey.
His lips turned up in a smirk, telling me he found my discomfort amusing. “You’re not supposed to be up here, little mate.” His tone was deep and rich, and my body reacted to it
I swallowed, my throat suddenly desert dry. “Oh, yeah. No, you’re probably right.” I tried to sound casual but failed entirely. “Well, I guess I’ll just go back to our wing then.”
I meant to move past him but found that I couldn’t for some reason. I couldn’t make my feet move.
I didn’t want to leave him.
Grayson’s brows rose, and his conceited smile grew wider. He closed the distance between us with one large step, looking down at me. He didn’t touch me, though, which was the only thing I really wanted.
“Did you need something, Belle?” he asked, his voice low and amused. He leaned down so that his nose ran over my hairline.
I shifted, shuffling my feet. “I, um… No, not exactly,” I responded pathetically.
“Then why are you here?” His lips were so close to my ear. I could feel his breath wash over my mark. Warm tingles traveled down my body all the way to my toes.
“I… I wanted to see you,” I finally admitted, a deep blush creeping up my neck. “I missed you.”
He started to purr, and I couldn’t stop myself as I leaned into him, placing my cheek against his hard chest to better feel the vibrations. They washed over my body like a warm wave.
He finally wrapped his arms around me, and I slumped against him in instant relief. This was what I needed. I needed him.
“I didn’t think you could see me up here through the one-way glass,” I said gently as I nuzzled my nose against his chest. He smelled so good.
“I couldn’t,” Grayson replied, his voice gravelly and deep. He grabbed my head and tilted it up, so I was looking directly at him.
“But I could smell you.” He paused, rubbing his nose into my hair. “I could smell how wet you were getting.”
“What?” I screeched.
As much as I wanted to avoid the embarrassment, I wasn’t even going to try and deny the fact that I was getting turned on watching him train, knowing it would be pointless to try and prove his incredible sense of smell wrong.
So instead, I said, “Does that mean everyone else could smell me too?”
He growled and tugged me closer. “I would kill them if they smelled what’s mine.
Only Kyle and I have the enhanced senses.”
My forehead fell onto his chest as I groaned. Well, that’s embarrassing. At least it was only Kyle, though, and not the entire pack. Although, I was sure I would be getting a ton of shit from Kyle about it later.
With his fingers gripping my chin, Grayson tilted my head up, so I was looking at him. He studied my face with his dark-red eyes.
It occurred to me that I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen his eyes as their natural forest-green color. Was that something I should be worried about? I was starting to miss them.
After a few more seconds, Grayson growled. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I’m one lucky bastard.”
I smiled up at him. I would never get sick of his incessant need to compliment me.
When your soulmate was as good-looking as mine was, it felt good to hear there was a chance I could compare.
One of his hands traveled down my body and over my ass, gripping it in his rough palm. His purring increased and took on an appreciative resonance.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt your training,” I murmured, trying to regain control over my body, so I didn’t do anything stupid.
I needed to change the subject—think of something other than how good it felt to have his body pressed up against mine like this. I had already made a fool of myself.
“I’m sorry if I did. You shouldn’t have to run to me whenever I need you.”
He shook his head. “I could never be mad at you. Especially for needing me.” His hand ran through my hair in a soothing gesture.
“In fact, I’m proud of you for following your instincts.” His fist curled to grip my hair, and he tilted my head to the side just enough to eye the mark on my neck. He licked his lips. “Such a good little mate.”
My mark had been healing well since arriving in Zaweth and spending more time with Grayson. It was still a bit red and a tiny bit sore but didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had when he’d found me in Maine.
And that was all due to Grayson’s unyielding insistence on “tending” to it, as he called it, on a daily basis or basically any time he was around me and could get his hands on it.
This meant him latching his mouth onto the mark for hours at a time, kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling on it until my brain all but turned to mush, and my pussy was so wet, it could put the Pacific Ocean to shame.
I often woke in the middle of the night to Grayson pushing my head to the side and lapping at my sensitive skin with his sinful tongue, sometimes while his fingers traveled down between my legs to toy with my throbbing clit.
I had only just convinced him to stop tending to my mark in public, thank God.
“My instincts?” I repeated, sounding breathless.
“Something was telling you to come see me, right? I’m glad you followed those instincts and came looking for your mate. I’m glad you’re taking care of your needs
—letting me take care of your needs.”
I didn’t like how accurate his words were. Something had been telling me to go see him—like I was a magnet and he was metal. And now that I was here with him, I didn’t want to leave.
Okay, so maybe we did know codependency…
Before I could even comprehend the words coming out of my mouth, I found myself saying, “Could I stay with you today?” The question came out rushed, desperate sounding.
Grayson’s eyes softened, and I suddenly became embarrassed. “I know you’re busy,”
I said, “but maybe I could just hang out with you during your meetings or whatever? I wasn’t kidding when I said I missed you this morning.”
The corner of Grayson’s lips turned up. “As much as I would love that, I thought you were excited about helping Minnie out today. You couldn’t stop talking about it last night.”
Oh, right. I had completely forgotten about that. Jeez, what was wrong with me? A few minutes in Grayson’s presence and I was ready to drop everything just to spend some more time with him.
My shoulders deflated a bit. “Oh, yeah. You’re right. I should probably go with her.
Once in a lifetime opportunity and all that.”
Grayson must have seen the disappointment on my face because he quickly continued, “How long before you meet Minnie and Liam?” His gaze grew heated.
“An hour and a half. Liam is coming to get me at eight.”
Next thing I knew, I was being thrown over his shoulder and marched out the door.
BELLE
Forty-five minutes later, I was splayed out over Grayson’s bare chest, completely breathless as sweat dripped down my still-buzzing body.
Grayson’s fingers—the same fingers that had been inside of me only moments before—were running up and down my back in lazy strokes, leaving pleasurable shivers in their wake.
He had just given me two of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. He was getting so good at making me come that he barely even had to try anymore.
He just played my body like a violin, knowing exactly what to do to have me flying over the edge repeatedly, however many times he wanted, without any mercy.
But something inside of me still itched— had been itching for the past several weeks.
No matter how much time we spent in this bed, or in the shower, or against our kitchen counter, or on the living room floor, bringing each other to new heights, it was never enough.
There was this constant need inside of me that was growing stronger with every passing day, becoming nearly impossible to ignore. I wanted— needed— him in a more intimate (dirty) way.
I wanted more than just the orgasms we gave each other with our hands or mouths or desperate rubbing in the middle of the night.
Lifting my head, I propped my chin on his chest and looked up at my mate. He was staring up at the ceiling with a stoic look on his face, lost in deep thought.
He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice when my hand began to wander lower, along his pecs and over his hard abs.
We had a sheet thrown over us, covering our lower halves, but Grayson was still wearing his gym shorts.
And by the looks of the outline of his hard cock that was deliciously visible even with the sheet and his shorts covering it, he wasn’t nearly as satisfied as I was.
I nervously chewed on my lower lip as my fingers dipped under the edge of the sheet to play with the waistband of his shorts.
I felt his body stiffen beneath mine, but he didn’t make any moves to stop me.
Unlike Grayson, I had few opportunities to pleasure my mate—and not from lack of trying.
This was how things would usually go between us: he would take his time making me fall apart, but when it came to his pleasure, he always found a reason to stop me.
So you can imagine my surprise—and delight—when he didn’t try to pull my hand away from him this time.
Slowly, carefully, I wrapped my hand around his rock-hard cock. I paused again, but he still didn’t move. Instead, he closed his eyes, and I started to stroke him with long, deliberate movements.
I felt him thicken even further under my touch, and a deep satisfaction ran through me. It was proof that I had the same effect on him that he had on me.
I knew it was ridiculous, but sometimes I worried about that.
“Fuck, Belle,” he groaned when I ran my thumb over the tip before shifting my hand back down. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
I pursed my lips to keep from smiling. I pressed them to his neck. “Oh, I think I might have some idea.” My hand squeezed the base, and his hips shot up. He let out another deep groan.
Giddiness took over.
He might actually let me do this.