Chapter 124 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson) Online Free by Annie Whipple

I couldn’t help myself, disregarding how rough I was being with her, basically viciously humping her as if she were a dog in heat—which I suppose wasn’t far off from our situation.

Thankfully, Belle didn’t seem to mind, though, whining against my mouth, pulling at my hair, and meeting my movements with her own small hip rotations.

My vampire was purring for her—loudly. It was adorable and a huge turn-on how much my little mate seemed to love the noise, rubbing her chest against mine so the vibrations would travel through her body.

I swallowed each one of her moans and sucked on her tongue, totally lost in the taste of her.

My alpha male was coming out, my need to control and dominate her.

These instincts I’d been trying to suppress for far too long were nearly overwhelming as I gripped her head and forcefully tilted her head to the side so she was at the angle I wanted her.

One that made it easy for me to explore every inch of her mouth with my tongue.

Belle let me, turning to goo in my hold, finding comfort in my control. I was sure we were a shocking sight to behold, desperately kissing and rubbing up against each other the way we were.

Belle tried to pull away from me but I wouldn’t allow it. I growled and yanked her back, thrusting my tongue back into her mouth. She slumped against me, giving in to the kiss once again.

It was only a momentary distraction though because seconds later, she was trying to pull away once more. “Grayson,” she whimpered against my lips.

I groaned, loving how breathy my name came out of her mouth but was too distracted to answer her. I was drunk off of the scent of her intense arousal and my own need to mate her, a man possessed.

Belle finally managed to pull away, but I couldn’t stop kissing her, sucking, nipping, licking my way down her chin and neck, all the way to my mark on her throat.

I latched on to it with my mouth and scraped my fangs against it, finding great satisfaction in the way her head tilted to the side and her hips jerked forward against mine.

The mark had healed so nicely since our time apart, thriving from our close proximity and turning into a white scar that sat so beautifully on her neck where everyone could see it.

I loved that anyone who looked at her would know she was mine.

Meanwhile, my hand skated up the inside of one of her spread thighs until it was cupping her soaking pussy. She shivered when I circled her clit once with my thumb and opened her legs wider.

Fuck, I needed her naked and under me.

“Grayson…,” she mewled again. “Bed. Please. Take me to the bed.”

BELLE

Grayson was practically rabid as he lifted me off the bathroom counter and carried me to our bedroom, his hands squeezing either side of my ass and grinding his cock.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, while he continued to suck on my throat.

He was nonstop growling, purring, and snarling while thrusting his huge, rock-hard cock between the folds of my pussy, brushing up against my bare clit every time.

I don’t even think he was trying to bring me to orgasm, but I was still so unbelievably close to tumbling over the edge.

He was finally letting go. I could tell. He wasn’t going to fight me anymore. He was going to mate with me.

“Grayson,” I moaned. I was clinging to him as if I would die if he let me go. Which I probably would. “You’re going to make me come if you keep going.”

The snarl that he let out only made more wet arousal flow from between my legs and onto his cock. My clit throbbed when he started to jerk more violently against me.

It only took moments for me to fly over the edge, coming against his thrusting dick, completely soaking him with my intense release.

Next thing I knew, Grayson used his vampire speed to carry us across his room in a flash, and I was on my back in the middle of our California king bed with my mate staring down at me.

I blinked as I took in my mate above me. I was not expecting Grayson to look so…

unhinged.

His massive chest was heaving with every strangled breath he took in.

His hair was still dripping from his shower and falling over his forehead, his muscles were strained and much larger than normal, and dark hair was sprouting from his skin.

I gasped. I knew he wasn’t about to shift or anything, but his rough appearance made it extremely clear that I wasn’t the only person excited about what was about to happen. It was honestly kind of sexy.

His hands gripped the insides of my thighs and pushed them open nice and wide so that he could fit himself between them.

He took in my frazzled appearance with greedy, crimson eyes.

He started with my flushed cheeks and swollen lips, then moved down to my heaving breasts and pointed nipples, which were visible through the thin fabric of my shirt, and ended with my very exposed and still dripping wet sex.

To my utter mortification, my pussy involuntarily clenched and released under his gaze, needing to be filled. More wetness leaked from me and onto the sheets beneath us.

My cheeks darkened over my uncontrollable display of shamelessness and need, but I wasn’t embarrassed enough to stop myself from whimpering and squirming, trying to get closer to him.

Thankfully, Grayson seemed to be having just as hard a time keeping his own need under control.

His long cock, which jutted out gloriously between his legs, gave a mighty jump, a clear string of precum oozing out from the purplish head.

Yeah, if he didn’t push that thing into me within the next five minutes, I was pretty sure we were both going to lose our damn minds.

I was just about to start begging when, without warning, his sharp claws ripped through my shirt and tore it from my body, throwing the ruined fabric across the room.

I didn’t have time to reprimand him for destroying one of my favorite shirts to sleep in—well, one of his shirts, really—because his lips covered my breast a moment later, sucking my nipple into his wet, hot mouth.

All coherent thoughts flew from my head. I became completely mindless.

He switched back and forth between breasts, cupping me, suckling on me, worshiping both sides equally with his hands and tongue.

Every lap of his tongue, every pull of his teeth, sent electricity down to my core.

I didn’t even notice when I started to thrust up against him once more, rubbing my sex on his cock repeatedly, needing more, more, more.

He began leaving wet kisses on my stomach, moving down my body toward my spread thighs. He had given me enough orgasms with his tongue for me to know what he was doing.

Panic seized my chest. Had he changed his mind about mating with me? Was he going to lap at my pussy until I came and then make up some excuse to leave me like he always did?

I would surely die if that were the case. I couldn’t take one more minute of not being fully connected to him.

I grabbed his hair in my fists and tried to tug him back up but he wouldn’t budge.

“No, Grayson, please.”

My desperate words were barely comprehensible, driven by my all-consuming arousal. “I want your cock. Please. Not your mouth. Please give me your cock.”

A carnal growl exploded from his mouth, and his entire body gave a violent shudder, but he didn’t cease his lips’ journey downward.

“Hush, mate,” he growled over my skin. His wild eyes flashed up to mine for a single second. “I will take care of you.”

What the hell did that mean?

The only way I wanted him to take care of me was to shove that huge piece of meat between his legs deep inside me, but he didn’t seem to be anywhere near close to doing that.

His hands gripped each of my thighs with unrelenting force, his fingers digging into my skin, distracting me from my fight momentarily.

He spread me open even further so I was exposed to the utmost level and positioned himself so that his nose was right in front of my slit.

He breathed in deeply, taking in my scent in a long gulp of air.

Before I could stop him or even begin to understand what he was doing, he nudged his nose between my folds, running it from my hole all the way up to my clit.

He circled it once, twice, while continuing to breathe me in. His eyes closed in bliss the same moment my head fell back against the bed, my back arching.

Holy fuck, was he going to make me come with his  nose~? That would be a new one.~

I only looked back down at him when he abruptly pulled back a few seconds later.

He was already looking at me. The length of his nose glistened with my arousal. I swallowed roughly.

He never broke eye contact as he leaned forward and placed a single, slow kiss on my flexing pussy. Then he thrust his tongue into me, growling so hard it shook the bed. I nearly came then and there.

As good as it felt, though, it wasn’t what I wanted— needed.  If he thought I was about to let him distract me with his tongue and then run away again, he had another thing coming.

I let him know my objection by pushing at his head and struggling to close my legs around, all the while trying to squirm away from him.

“Stop,” he demanded, his mouth still on my slit. His arm pinned me down by my stomach, trying to prevent my movements.

“No,” I fired back. “You stop.” I kicked my leg, hitting his thigh with a hard strike of my foot.

Then I jutted my hips upward and was finally able to move away from him. I mean, it was only about an inch but, hey, it was far enough to get his attention.

Faster than I could even comprehend, his face was right above mine, his breath fanning over my lips, one of his hands pinning my wrists down above my head.

His other hand continued to play with my sex, lazily circling my clit in a way that made my toes curl.

“If you do not stop your squirming, I will be forced to restrain you,” he cautioned.

His voice was low, rough. It made a violent shiver race down my spine. “We are doing this my way, mate.”

His threat should have scared me, but all it did instead was turn me on even more, which I didn’t know was even possible.

Here comes the begging again.  Desperate tears formed in the corners of my eyes.

“Please just fuck me, Grayson. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want you to make me come. I just need ~you~.”

His hard expression turned soft and then amused as he finally seemed to understand what I was saying. My Grayson.

A smirk took over his lips. “Oh, I see, little mate.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of my lips at the same moment he thrust one of his fingers into me.

I immediately moaned, arching my back so my sensitive breasts pressed up against his hard chest. His finger began to thrust in and out.

“You can stop your worrying. I will take this sweet pussy today.” His finger continued to work.

“I will thrust my cock into your tight hole and make you come for hours before finally releasing into you myself and tying you to me forever.”

His thumb massaged my clit, lighting my whole body on fire. “That is what you want, yes?”

I clenched around his finger, barely holding it together. I was already teetering on the edge of orgasm and he had only really been touching me for a few minutes.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He chuckled and dragged his tongue up the side of my face in a gesture that reminded me of the animal side that he was hiding. I squeezed my eyes shut. “I want you to fuck me.”

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