Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson)
“Mmm…,” I moaned out when his purring intensified. I loved hearing him purr when he was happy.
Grayson chuckled. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?”
I grinned against the bare skin of his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Fucking hell,” he swore. “Yeah. I can’t get enough of watching you come for me.”
“Hmm…” I could feel how hard he was beneath me. He was more than just a little turned on. And that thought excited me more than anything else.
My lips skimmed up his neck until I was right next to his ear. “I want more, Grayson,” I whispered. “Can you give me more?”
He growled. “I think we can come to some sort of agreement.” His hands started to move down my hips, intent on making me come again, but I quickly stopped them.
“Not like that. I was thinking we could do something a little different.” I rolled my hips over his, lining my core up with his swim trunk-covered cock so that it was nestled in between my folds.
I did it so quickly that he didn’t have time to stop me.
Before I lost the courage that resulted from my intense orgasm, I said, “I want you inside of me. I want your cock inside of me. I want it so bad, Grayson.”
“Shit!” Grayson’s hips shot up at my unexpected request, and I gasped at the feeling.
Taking advantage of our momentum and Grayson’s temporary loss of judgment, I grabbed his face and kissed him with all the intensity and need I yearned to communicate.
I nearly cried in relief when he didn’t try to stop me like I thought he was going to and instead pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.
His hands spanned over my ass, gripping it, so his fingers fell into the crease.
My hands shook with anticipation as I reached down and started to tug at the tie to his swim trunks. I thought he might be too distracted to notice what I was doing, but I was wrong.
He stiffened beneath me, and it was like the spell keeping him interested was suddenly broken. His lips stopped moving against mine, and the energy between us diminished significantly.
“Belle,” he said. His deep voice sounded miserable and dejected. He pulled his lips away from mine and grabbed my hands to stop them. “Stop.”
“Why? Why? ” Panicking, I tried to pull his lips back to mine. “Kiss me, Grayson.
Please. Just keep kissing me.”
He groaned like he couldn’t handle my desperate pleas and pressed his mouth back to mine. I ran my hands through his hair, tugging the strands, needing him closer, closer, closer.
Then they skimmed over his shoulders, down his pecs and abs. I reached for the ties of his swim trunks once again, hoping he wouldn’t stop me again.
“Belle,” he groaned. He grabbed my hands, pushing them away from him. “I’m sorry. You have to stop.”
“No. No, please, Grayson,” I continued to beg. I didn’t even care that I sounded pathetic. I needed this. We both needed this.
I tried pulling him back, wrapping my arms around his neck, but he quickly grabbed my wrists, prying them away from him with a harsh movement.
I gasped. He had never been that rough with me before.
Then, loud and angry, he yelled, “Belle, I’m not fucking you the first time in a damn hot tub! Cut. It. Out. ”
I lurched back as if he had just slapped me in the face, my heart plummeting so deep in my stomach that it made me want to throw up.
I hated everything about what he’d just said.
I hated that he very obviously didn’t want me in the same way I wanted him.
I hated that it took him yelling at me for me to stop and realize that he didn’t want me.
I hated that he used such a vile word to describe something that was supposed to be beautiful.
I hated that he was rejecting me again.
Fucking. He said he wasn’t going to ~fuck ~me in a hot tub. Is that what he thought our first time was going to be like? It sounded dirty. It made me~ feel~ dirty.
Embarrassment seized me and rolled in my stomach like a rotating ball of fire. All of a sudden, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
God, what was wrong with me? Why did I keep throwing myself at him when I knew he would just reject my advances and make my heart feel like it was breaking in two over and over again?
I kept on pressuring him. I kept begging him. He had every right to be mad at me.
I wasn’t mad at him though. How could I be? It wasn’t like he had done anything wrong. And it wasn’t as if what we had wasn’t incredible, even without sex.
Intimacy wasn’t all about sex.
It just hurt.
A lot.
The urge to puke was getting stronger.
I nodded, quickly looking away when tears unexpectedly started to fill my eyes.
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
I got off him and hated when he didn’t try to make me stay. “I shouldn’t have kept going when you asked me to stop. I’m sorry.”
“Belle… That’s not—” Grayson said as he watched me walk to the edge of the hot tub and pull myself out. He ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I’m the one who should be sorry—”
“It’s okay,” I interrupted. I tried my best to smile as I grabbed my book and wrapped myself in my towel. “You were right. This isn’t… We shouldn’t…” I angrily wiped the tear that fell down my left cheek.
I was being ridiculous. “I think I’m just going to go back to our room now. And you need to get back to work, right?”
I didn’t wait for him to respond. I started to walk to the door, my chest tight and my cheeks hot.
“Belle,” Grayson called after me, getting out of the hot tub too. “You don’t have to go back to the room. I thought you wanted to stay here and read.”
I waved my hand dismissively. “This isn’t even my book. It’s Minnie’s. Don’t want to get it wet, you know?”
He was suddenly behind me, grabbing my hand. He spun me around to face him.
There was so much pain in his eyes. Did I cause him to look that way?
“Belle… I’m sorry. ” His voice was so gentle, so genuine. It made my heart lurch in my chest.
God, I loved this man. I loved him more than I have ever loved anyone or anything.
This wasn’t worth fighting over. I just needed time to get over my embarrassment, and then I would be fine.
I ran a hand over his scruffy jaw. “I’m fine, Grayson.” A lie. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” The truth.
I leaned forward and kissed his chest since I couldn’t reach his lips without him bending down. “I love you, okay?” The truth. The truest thing I’d ever said.
He sighed and leaned down to press his own kiss to the crown of my head. “I love you too. So much.”
The truth. At least, true to a certain extent.
I leaned back. “I’ll see you when you get home from work tonight.”
Neither of us said another word as I turned and walked away.
BELLE
I felt utterly pathetic as I walked up to Minnie’s apartment door later that night. I had gotten many strange looks on my way here. I didn’t blame pack members for staring.
I was soaking wet, barefoot, and only had a towel wrapped around me to cover my black bikini. To add to that, I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face.
I’m sure I looked like a mess.
My hand shook with emotion as I raised it to knock on Minnie’s door late at night. I knew she said she was busy tonight, but I was hoping she would make an exception, given the circumstances.
I could not go back to my apartment alone after everything that had happened. I just couldn’t.
Rustling, hushed voices, and giggling sounded from behind the door as I stood there waiting. I shifted anxiously, wiping my tears and averting my gaze when a pack member passed by me.
“Luna,” he greeted. I smiled back, although I didn’t look at them. This was so embarrassing. This was not the way a queen should be acting.
I knocked once more. What the heck was taking so long?
Thankfully, the door opened a second later. I looked up, ready to fall into the arms of my friend, only to find Liam standing in front of me instead.
“Belle?” Liam asked in shock as he took in my appearance. “Are you okay? Why are you crying? What are you wearing?”
“W-What are you doing here?” I responded. I looked around me, suddenly wondering if my state of sadness had caused me to go to the wrong room.
But, no, Liam lived in an apartment on the other side of the castle, far away from any of the royals—per Grayson’s request, of course.
Minnie, however, lived in the Mortar’s wing of the castle, with her own apartment, just like Grayson and me.
Liam seemed… disheveled. He had a pair of jeans on, but his chest was bare and rising and falling with each hurried breath he took in.
His hair was messy and unkempt and sticking up in every direction. His cheeks were red, and a thin layer of sweat was covering his forehead.
“Luna?” another voice asked. Minnie showed up behind Liam, looking just as rumpled as Liam did.
Her bare legs were on full display, and the only thing hiding her body was a black T-shirt that stopped mid-thigh.
Well, at least we know where Liam’s shirt went.
“Oh, my god, what happened?” Minnie shoved past Liam and immediately pulled me to her by my shoulders.
I would have been amused by the fact that she completely dismissed Liam to get to me if I hadn’t been so upset. She looked over my blotchy and tear-stained face, her bright red eyes filled with concern.
“I-I’m sorry,” I stuttered, pulling my towel tighter around me. My eyes traveled between the two of them as I tried to process what was happening. “Are you two…
sleeping together?”
Liam and Minnie exchanged a hesitant look, slightly panicked.
“It kind of…just happened?” Minnie said. “I’m sorry, I would have told you, I just—”
“We can talk about Minnie and my situation later,” Liam interrupted. “What happened to you?”