Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson)
She was nervous. I could tell from her elevated breathing and heart rate.
She had planned this.
My little mate was trying to tempt me. And it was working—more than working.
I was salivating. Sweating. My balls felt like they were ready to explode, and my dick was leaking precum in my pants.
Somehow, I was able to hold myself back. It’s for her own good, I kept repeating to myself. ~Stay away from her and you’ll keep her safe.~
This was starting to become much easier said than done.
My vampire started to purr without my consent, watching Belle intently through my eyes. At the sound, Belle relaxed a bit, some of the stiffness disappearing from her shoulders.
She still didn’t look at me, though, swaying her cute little hips all the way to the dresser against the wall across from our bed.
She took in a deep breath before slowly opening the top drawer and pulling out some sort of lacy-looking black fabric.
Belle was putting on fucking lingerie that could make a stripper blush right in front of me.
BELLE
I took my time putting the fancy underwear on, not sparing Grayson a single glance although I was dying to look at him. Was he watching me? My heart rate escalated.
My palms started to sweat.
Oh, God, what was I doing? This was so stupid. I should’ve known that nothing would come of it.
I walked past him and over to the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. I studied myself, running my hands over my sides in a way that I could only hope looked enticing.
Even I couldn’t deny the fact that I looked good. Well, at least I hoped I did. I could only hope I was getting Grayson’s attention.
He hadn’t shown any signs of liking—or even noticing—the little show I was putting on for him.
A gust of wind ruffled my hair. I smiled. Grayson’s sparky hands gripped my waist from behind, then abruptly slammed me into his front.
He started to purr, the sound coming from deep within his chest and vibrating through my back, making my entire body feel warm and languid.
Something long and hard pressed against my lower back, and I had to hold in my excitement.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he groaned in my ear, his voice pained and desperate.
I turned in his arms, blinking up at him innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Grayson’s eyes traveled over my lace-encased breasts, darkening significantly. His hands tightened around my waist, purring starting to swell from his chest, automatically making me melt further into his embrace.
“Where the fuck did you even get this?” he asked, his voice coming out all rumbly.
I smirked, wrapping my arms around his neck and digging my fingers into his silk, dark hair. “Minnie went out shopping the other day.”
His eyes narrowed. “So you got this just to torture me?”
Well…if the shoe fits…
One of his hands traveled over my rib cage and then ever so lightly over my breast, right where my covered nipple was.
I sucked in a breath. The space between my legs pulsed. “I needed new underwear.”
“You have two drawers full of underwear in our closet.” His eyes unashamedly zoned in on my almost-visible nipple, licking his lips with a hungry expression.
“Not the kind I wanted,” I breathed out. “I read somewhere that women can feel more empowered by wearing sexy lingerie under their everyday clothes.”
Grayson growled and leaned in, his lips skimming against the shell of my ear, inhaling deeply. “Absolutely not. You will not be wearing this today.”
“And why not?”
“You think I’ll be able to make it through the day when I know you’ve got this on?”
he asked, kissing my ear and then the side of my neck, right above my mark. “You think I won’t go fucking insane?”
I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me, then lifted onto my tiptoes and just barely skimmed my lips over his.
He groaned.
“Then it will be doing its job,” I whispered against his mouth.
Without warning, I was swept off my feet and placed on the bed in under a second, Grayson on top of me. His mouth slammed onto mine, claiming me, dominating me.
I kissed him back eagerly, pulling him closer to me by his hair. My entire body lit up at his touch, begging for more.
I pulled back even as Grayson continued kissing me. His lips traveled along my jaw and down my throat, paying extra close attention to my mark. I whimpered.
“Grayson,” I whispered.
His tongue slipped out and ran over my mark—thoroughly lapping over it and driving me mad—before he responded. “What is it, baby? What do you need?”
“You,” I replied breathlessly. “I need you. Please.”
“I’m right here, beautiful girl. I’m right here,” he said, never taking his lips off of me.
His hands roamed along my body but never went near unhooking my bra or touching my thong. I let out a frustrated huff.
“No, Grayson, that’s not what I meant. I-I mean I…want you to want ~me~.”
Grayson’s body froze on top of mine. He moved back so he could look at me with his pitch-black eyes.
“Want you? Belle… Are you still worried about our conversation from the other day? I thought I made it clear how much I want you. I want you too much.”
“I know…I just…Then why haven’t you…” I swallowed, my cheeks turning bright pink. Was I really about to be this girl? “Why haven’t you…made love to me yet?”
“Shit, Belle…,” he responded, his head dropping.
“Please, Grayson,” I said, not even caring that I was begging or what he might think of me.
“I can’t take it anymore. I need you to take me. I need to be connected to you. I need to”—I swallowed, feeling my face bloom with heat—“feel you inside of me.”
Grayson growled so loudly that the bed shook. “Fuck. Fuck, you can’t say things like that to me, Belle. You…I… Fuck.”
He groaned, dropping his head into my neck, breathing deeply, growls coming from his chest with each intake of air.
Sensing his resolve breaking, I kissed his shoulder, then licked up to the spot that I knew would be where I would mark him if I were a werewolf like him.
I sucked on the spot and then bit down gently. He let out a violent string of curses.
“I need you inside me, Grayson,” I repeated, whispering into his ear while I continued to kiss and lick the side of his neck, attempting to mimic the way I had seen werewolves kiss their mates.
I pressed my core up against his hard erection. “I need you deep inside of me, thrusting in and out, over and over again, until you come deep inside. I need you to mate me. Please.”
Grayson was turning savage above me. His hips were thrusting viciously against me, causing stars to dance in my vision. His purring was louder than I had ever heard it before.
The sound was unbelievably intoxicating. It was causing copious amounts of wetness to pool from my pussy, completely soaking my panties.
Without warning, Grayson snarled and his elongated claws tore through the front of my lacy bra, completely tearing it from my body.
I would have scolded him for ruining my new underwear but didn’t get the chance because a second later, his mouth was latched onto my nipple.
I cried out in bliss. My back arched into his touch and my hands gripped his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. His masculine scent was driving me crazy, making my mouth water.
What I wouldn’t give to have his cock—the same one that he was still thrusting into my swollen clit over and over again—in my mouth, shooting his cum down my throat. I was desperate for it.
But not as desperate as I was for him to fuck me.
Grayson seemed to be feeling a similar way to me. He left open-mouthed kisses down my body until he reached my panties and then tore them from my body.
“Yes,” I panted, opening my legs for him. Any modesty that I had flew out the window the moment his crimson eyes took in my dripping pussy. “Fuck me, Grayson. Please, fuck me.”
Grayson’s growl shook the walls and bed. “I need to taste you first, mate. I need my needy mate to come on my tongue.”
Now, it wasn’t that I didn’t want that. He could lick my pussy for the rest of eternity, and I would never get sick of it. I doubted he would, either.
When he got started, it usually took begging him to stop to finally make him come up for air. But as incredible as that was, I needed more right now.
If he didn’t slam his huge cock into me in the next two minutes, I would most definitely explode.
I opened my mouth to protest but was immediately silenced when he swiped his tongue up the slit of my pussy.
Okay, so maybe one orgasm from his mouth wouldn’t be ~so ~bad…
“Oh,” I moaned. “Ohh…”
I was so on edge that it only took minutes to reach my peak, screaming his name while my head thrashed back and forth against the pillow.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh, my needy mate,” Grayson said. He sucked my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
My head fell back. “Grayson.” I whimpered his name while my hips ground against his sinful mouth.
As good as it felt, we both knew it wasn’t what I wanted. “Grayson. I need your cock. Now. Please. ”
He groaned. “I can’t take it when you beg.”
Good.
He peered up at me from the juncture between my legs. He made intense eye contact with me as he lapped at my clit, once, twice, three times. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life.
“Just let me take care of you, Belle,” he said. His voice was so deep and smooth. It sounded like silk as it traveled through my ears.
He kissed my tingling bud with his glistening lips. “Let me make you feel so good, you forget about everything else.”
I stiffened, finally understanding what he meant. He was distracting me so he wouldn’t have to have sex with me.
I sat up on my elbows. “Stop, Grayson.” I pushed at his head. “I mean it, stop.”