Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson)
“I couldn’t risk freaking you out when I had just started to earn your trust back.” I ran my hand through her hair. “I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”
“So does that mean…we’ll never complete the mating ritual?” Her hands curled into my shirt. “You’ll never be with me in that way because you’re scared of what would happen?”
“Absolutely fucking not. I’ll be having you and your sweet little pussy. And soon.
Have no doubt about that.”
“But what about—?”
“Nothing and no one will keep me from taking what’s mine, you hear me? We will both go insane if we don’t mate. The bond is already pushing us together.
“And then you go prancing around in fucking mouthwatering lingerie—”
“Yeah, I’m not apologizing for that. It did its job; it got your attention, didn’t it?
You’re finally being honest with me.”
“Oh, it did more than that. You have no idea how close I was to ravishing you on the spot.”
Standing on her tiptoes, she wound her arms around my neck. Then the little minx just barely brushed her lips over mine, whispering, “Once again…doing its job.”
With a mind of their own, my hands slid down to cup her perfect little ass, abruptly drawing her forward so that she could feel just how much of an effect she was having on me.
“Don’t tempt me, Belle,” I groaned. “I’m already barely hanging on as it is. Have a little mercy, okay?”
Her pupils dilated so much at the feel of my rock-hard dick against her stomach that almost nothing of her diamond-blue irises was showing anymore.
I was very aware of the fact that we were drawn to each other.
So desperate for connection on a deeper level—which included me thrusting my rock-hard cock into her soaking wet pussy until she was screaming my name beneath me—that we could barely get through this serious conversation.
Belle was the first to pull herself out of the trance the mate bond had put us in, blinking the lust out of her eyes.
“So, uh, what are we going to do then?” Her breathing was becoming labored.
“What exactly does it mean to become a fairy?”
My jaw clenched. “I honestly don’t know. I’ve read all of the information I could get my hands on about the Fae, but most was just myth or superstition. Evangeline Viotto was born a fairy.
“She never had to shift. So as far as I know, you’ll be the first-ever made fairy. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know how to protect you.”
All of a sudden, Belle moved back and hit me in my chest. Then she did it again and again until she was basically throwing a little fit against me. It didn’t hurt of course.
In fact, it was more adorable than anything.
“Why. Don’t. You. Tell. Me. Things? ” she shouted as she continued to smack me with the palm of her hands with weak little smacks.
“You big jerk! You asshole! You’ve been dealing with this all on your own without telling me what’s going on?”
Although I could feel her genuine anger through the bond, I couldn’t help grinning as I watched my cute little mate take out her frustration from the last few weeks on my rock-hard chest with half-hearted strikes.
“All right, baby, all right. That’s enough. You’re going to hurt yourself,” I said, grabbing her wrists.
She continued to struggle, trying to pull her hands out of my grip, but I wasn’t budging. She was going to bruise her perfect palms at this point if she continued.
My vampire started to purr for her, hoping to help calm her, but it seemed to do the complete opposite as her angry gaze snapped up to me and she glared.
“No! Stop using your stupid purring to make me do whatever you want, you big, dumb, stupid, manipulative, vampire, werewolf, dude…thing! Ugh! ”
My brows raised. I had imagined a lot of different reactions from my tiny mate when I told her about the prophecy, but never expected anything like this.
She obviously needed to vent. I released her wrists and stopped my purrs, allowing her to do whatever she needed to do to calm down.
“Ow!” she yelled when her hand connected particularly hard with my pectoral. She glared up at me with a renewed vehemence.
“And why are you so muscly? You’re more like some giant rock than a real person!”
She hit me again and again, but her strikes felt more like soft little taps than anything else. She was fucking adorable.
I didn’t respond. I just continued to stare down at her in amusement, allowing her to let it all out.
A minute or two later, her energy finally ran out, and she collapsed against my chest with a huff. She was still grumbling her displeasure when I started to run a hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her.
“Feeling better?” I murmured against her hair.
“No,” she rumbled back. “You really bother me sometimes, you know that?”
“So you’ve mentioned.”
After a moment of silence, Belle asked, “Will I get wings? Oh my god, will I be able to fly? Fairies can fly, right?”
I shook my head. “I have no idea. I wish I could tell you more, but legend says fairies develop abilities based on need. It’s never the same. I don’t know what will happen to you.
“I could tell you what to expect if you were shifting into a wolf, but the Fae have been extinct for years. It’s why we have to approach the matter with caution. I will not risk you getting hurt.”
“So… okay, you’re afraid that having sex with me might kill me. Is that right?”
I growled, hating that we were talking about her death so casually. “Yes.”
She nodded. “Okay, but hear me out, because I think I might have the perfect solution…” She paused. “What if we just had sex anyway?”
“Absolutely not.”
Her head rolled back, a groan coming from her throat. “I think you might be overreacting a little bit. Look, the prophecy said I would become queen. I can’t exactly be queen if I’m dead.”
“Evangeline Viotto was a queen too, and look at how things turned out for her. I’m not going to risk it, Belle.
“We don’t know what shifting into a fairy is going to look like because no one has ever done it before. Even if you survived it, it could still hurt you, cause you permanent damage… Are you even listening to me?”
There I was, talking about her possible demise, my actual worst nightmare, and she was staring off into space, paying me no mind.
Her eyes snapped back to mine. “Sorry, I, um… It’s just—I think I might have an idea. I think I might know how to fix all of this.”
GRAYSON
Belle pulled her older-than-the-dinosaurs phone from her back pocket. It was a flip phone the size of a small brick. It was a reminder of the way she was living when she was in Maine.
It made me unnecessarily angry.
“What are you doing?” I asked her.
She clicked through her list of contacts in a hurry. “I’m looking for Queen Evangeline’s phone number,” she explained.
I stared at her, sure I had finally pushed her to the brink of madness. “What?”
“Evangeline gave me her number when she visited me at the diner. She told me I would need to talk to her about something sometime in the near future. I think now’s that time.”
I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. “Baby…”
“I know, I know, you don’t believe me because you think I was having some sort of grief-induced psychotic break and made the whole thing up.”
She hit the call button and put the phone on speaker. “But just humor me for a second, would you?”
I sighed and listened to the sound of the phone’s call tone echoing throughout the large room. I wasn’t sure what Belle thought she was going to get out of this.
I would admit, though, I was a little interested in seeing how this was going to turn out. Who the hell was on the other side of this number?
After a minute of listening to the tone, it went to the automated voicemail—the kind that told me this phone number belonged to no one.
Belle deflated as she stared down at the phone. She hung up before having to leave a message and looked up at me. “Okay, so maybe it was a psychotic break. But it was worth a try, right?”
She looked like she was on the verge of tears. She was at her breaking point. I had stressed her out enough for one day.
I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Right,” I responded in a gentle tone.
I took Belle to the library. She needed to know as much information about the Fae as was available to her. Over the last several months, I had done a lot of my own research.
I had scoured the supernatural kingdom in search of any text I could find on fairies or shifting into anything besides a wolf.
I found a total of three books—all with only one page of viable information each.
It was infuriating.
And it was all I had to show Belle in regard to answers. I felt useless.
I took her out after that. As much as I knew she wanted to be alone with me to talk this all out, I couldn’t do that for two reasons.
First, because I knew she needed out of our apartment, and second, because I had proven that I couldn’t be alone with her in our apartment without getting precariously close to fucking her into next week.
So, yeah, I took her out instead. We went for lunch and talked for hours. It was much easier to concentrate when she was sitting across from me, out of arm’s reach, in a public location. It kept me in line.
I told her everything she wanted to know and thanked my lucky stars she didn’t get too mad at me for keeping so much vital information from her for so long.
Don’t get me wrong; she was mad—she just also had it in her to take pity on me and forgive me. I truly did not deserve her.
It was late in the evening when we finally made our way home. We were both tired from the emotional day.
My arm was wrapped around my sweet mate’s shoulder, and she leaned into me lovingly as we approached the door to our apartment. I stopped her as she reached for the doorknob.
“I need you to do me a favor, Belle,” I said. I faced her to make sure she could see me head-on. “I need you to help me out with something.”
She nodded apprehensively. “Okay…”
I couldn’t help myself as I slowly pulled her to me by her waist, so we were pressed together. “You have to cut me a break. You have to stop being so goddamn sexy before I go fucking mad.”
Her lips slowly turned up. “I don’t know if that’s something I can control. I do have a whole lot of new lingerie to break in.”
I held in a groan, picturing her in the little black number she had put on earlier.
“Belle…,” I warned.
She giggled. “Hey, it’s not just my fault! You know how hard it is for me to be around you without tearing ~your~ clothes off?”