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When I looked up at him and saw the look of acute concern written all over his face, I couldn’t help but laugh at my own stupidity.
Jeez, I needed to get it under control. Grayson probably thought I was insane.
I wiped my nose, trying to clear away the evidence of my embarrassing breakdown.
“I’m sorry. You look worried, and I didn’t mean to worry you.”
I took a deep breath. “I just miss you is all. But I know you’re busy being king of the whole world and all that.” I tried my absolute hardest to put on a convincing smile.
“I’m not selfish enough to believe I should get you all to myself—as much as I would like that.”
My hands were still partly wrapped around his massive torso, and I toyed with his shirt behind his back in nervous movements.
“It’s just harder on the nights when everyone is busy, and I have nothing to do. And then I’m just stuck in this room, all by myself, surrounded by your scent. I think I go a little stir crazy.”
His deep frown only intensified with every word I spoke. “I’ve been a terrible mate,” he said, stroking the side of my face.
I instantly shook my head. “No. No, you haven’t. You’re amazing and perfect. I’m just greedy for your time. It’s only because I like you or whatever.” I smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
Truly, the last thing I wanted to do was to make him feel guilty. Would I take more time with him if he offered it? Yes, in a heartbeat.
But would I want him to sacrifice the well-being of his kingdom just because I was selfish? No, absolutely not. If that meant getting to see him less, then so be it.
When Grayson looked like he was about to keep arguing with me, I quickly continued, “Let’s not talk about it anymore.”
I waved a dismissive hand. “What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you had another late night tonight. I didn’t even know you were in the palace.”
He stared at me with an unreadable expression, and for a second, I thought he would try to return to the subject of my crying.
But then, he pulled me closer, so I was flush against him but still able to look up at him. The sound of his purrs rose just a bit.
“You’re not the only one who misses their other half. I was hoping to take you to dinner before heading back to work…” He trailed off as his eyes scanned over my barely-clothed body once again.
I had nearly forgotten my state of undress but became acutely aware of it again when his suddenly heated gaze landed on my heaving breasts.
His jaw made a grinding noise as he clenched his teeth. “But now, I think I’m craving a nice soak in the hot tub with my girl.”
My brows rose in surprise even as my stomach did an excited flip. Jesus, I was pathetic. I would do anything to spend more time with him.
“Really? But you were just demanding that I go change, like, two seconds ago.”
He shrugged, his hand drifting down to play with one of the strings on the side of my bikini bottoms at each hip, which also just so happened to be the only thing keeping the article of clothing on.
A mischievous look took over his face. “Changed my mind. I’ve had a long day, and, based on how beat down you look, so have you. I would love nothing more than to spend an hour or two with you in the hot tub.”
BELLE
I couldn’t hold back my groan of bliss as I sank into the warm, bubbling water of the hot tub. This was exactly what I needed. Why hadn’t I come here before?
This was way better than sitting alone in our palace wing with nothing to do. And I guess it didn’t hurt that Grayson was here, too, giving me his full attention.
Okay, so maybe that was the best part.
That and the fact that we were the only two people in the pool area, so I didn’t feel awkward when my body heated as I felt his gaze watching my every move with rapt attention.
I had a funny feeling that Grayson had something to do with the lack of people here, more than likely commanding that everyone stay away while we were in here. I didn’t mind, though. Not one bit.
I turned to look at my mate, who was still standing at the edge of the tub, looking down at me with an expression that made my lips turn up and my lower stomach flutter.
I was starting to really love this swimsuit.
The room we were in contained an indoor pool lined with lounge chairs, and I put my hands on the edge of the tub and let my legs float up behind me.
I put my chin on the edge as I grinned up at Grayson, taking in every glorious inch of exposed skin with my own heated gaze.
Holy fuck, he was hot. He was standing there in only his swim trunks. All of his muscles were on display, and he was breathing heavily.
My stomach fluttered when I noticed the outline of his hard cock through the fabric of his shorts.
He didn’t even notice I was studying him. He was too busy studying me and, by the looks of it, trying to get his wolf under control. His eyes were latched onto my ass which was floating out of the water.
He licked his lips.
My smile widened. This was turning out to be even more fun than I had imagined.
“Are you going to get in?” I asked him. “Or are you just going to stand there, staring at me?”
Grayson’s eyes snapped up to mine. He smirked. “Oh, I’m getting in all right.”
He reached for me the moment he got in the water. I giggled and swam away from him before he could grab me. He growled, narrowing his eyes playfully.
“You running from me, little mate?” he asked, slowly moving toward me.
I grinned, moving away from him with every move he made closer to me. “If you want me, you’re gonna have to work for it.”
“You’re making a big mistake, baby. Running away from me only triggers my wolf’s hunting instinct.”
I bit my lip. We both knew he was more than capable of catching me whenever he wanted, but I enjoyed that we were messing around with each other, just like a normal couple would do.
I craved these sorts of interactions with him.
“You think I’m scared of you?” I asked him. “You’re—”
I screeched when his hands were suddenly on my waist, snatching me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He spun me around in the air, and I laughed and screamed the entire time.
“Grayson!” I laughed, slapping his back. “Grayson, stop!”
I didn’t miss the way one of his hands gripped my butt, the tips of his fingers suspiciously close to the part of me that had been begging for his attention all day.
It made my entire body freeze up.
I wiggled on his shoulder.
Sensing my change in demeanor, Grayson abruptly stopped, slowly letting me slide down his front until I was at eye level with him, one of his arms still supporting me under my backside.
We were pressed up against each other so tightly that I could feel his heart thumping against my chest. Our breathing slowed until we were in sync, staring at each other.
“Whatever our souls are made of,” I whispered as I ran my hand through his curly dark hair, “his and mine are the same.”
“Hmm,” Grayson hummed. He brushed his nose up against mine lovingly, running it up and down the bridge. “Did you just make that up?”
I laughed. “No. Emily Brontë did. Wuthering Heights.”
He smiled in the way he did when I knew he was genuinely pleased. “I like it.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing even closer to him. “I missed you. I’m really glad you’re here. I’m really glad you decided to come be with me for a little while.”
He moved back until he was sitting on the built-in bench in the tub, with me straddling his lap, pressed snugly to his chest.
I was glad we were in the water because everything inside of me was starting to feel heated.
“Me too, baby.”
Without thinking too hard about it, I pressed my lips to his.
He groaned into my mouth, grabbing the back of my head and pressing me even closer, swiping his tongue over the seam of my lips, encouraging me to open my mouth for him.
I did, and his tongue immediately dominated mine, taking full control of the kiss before I could stop him.
He tilted my head to the side, deepening the kiss with more passion. His tongue thrust into my mouth repeatedly, mating with it and driving me crazy.
My hips started to move against his out of pure instinct, and Grayson purred in response. Jesus, the sound of his purr made me feel drunk.
“Spread your legs wider for me, Belle,” he demanded against my lips.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
My knees fell onto the bench he was sitting on, my legs spreading wide to accommodate his large form.
It was a good thing I was flexible, especially since one of Grayson’s favorite ways to make me come was to watch me writhe on his fingers while I straddled his lap.
His thumb found my clit through the fabric of my swimsuit bottoms and began circling it slowly, massaging it. My lips fell from his as a mewl of satisfaction came from my mouth, my head falling back.
He stopped his movements momentarily to pull the crotch of my bottoms to the side, and my back arched in pure bliss when his pointer finger made contact with my bare pussy, running along my folds.
“Fuck, I can feel how slick you are even in the water. Let me take care of you, beautiful. That sound good? Is that what you want?” His tongue dragged over my mark and up the side of my neck.
A shudder racked my body. My nod was embarrassingly eager. “Yes. Please. I want that.”
Grayson grinned in satisfaction, and then his long middle finger was inside of me, stroking me.
He shushed my whimpers when he started to push it in and out of me, deeply, running over my G-spot firmly with each stroke.
It was when the heel of his hand started to knead into my throbbing clit, and he slipped another one of his fingers into my already clenching hole that my lower body started to jerk against his, seeking more friction.
“That’s it, baby,” Grayson growled against the side of my neck where he had been sucking. “Ride my fingers.”
With my hands on his shoulders to help balance, my hips started to rise and fall in faster movements, shamelessly thrusting my pussy down onto his fingers.
Grayson leaned back to watch me, blatant hunger etched over every line of his handsome face as he watched me come apart on top of him.
My nails dug into his shoulders as my orgasm took over. Head falling back once more, I whimpered and mewled his name, the pleasure from those rhythmic clenches taking over every part of me.
It took a while for me to come back down. I didn’t know why, but my orgasms had been becoming more intense and much longer.
Sometimes it was so intense that it almost hurt, and I was left quivering and unthinking for several minutes afterward, unable to even process what had just happened and the amount of pleasure I’d experienced.
Not that I was complaining, though.
Grayson stroked me through the entire thing, taking over the movements when I became too mindless to do anything but wait for it to end.
When the last of the tremors traveled through me, I collapsed onto his chest, panting, eyes hooded. He pulled his fingers out of me and hugged me to him, taking the time to suck and nip on my mark.