Chapter 90 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

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

“So you’re leaving?” I asked, trying to ignore the man who was sucking on my neck like some sort of leech.

Kyle shrugged. “Someone has to take care of the pack.”

Grayson started to walk away before Kyle had even finished his sentence. I glanced away for a single second to see where Grayson was taking me, and when I looked back, Kyle was gone.

I searched for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I sighed and leaned my head on Grayson’s shoulder, giving up. A small smile appeared on my lips when he started to purr.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Hotel,” Grayson growled.

“But my apartment is right back there. Why don’t we just go there?”

“I’m never fucking allowing you to go back to that bullshit apartment ever again.”

I leaned back in his arms so I could look at him. “You’re never allowing  me?” I repeated.

He nodded, not even bothering to respond. Then his hand gently gripped the back of my head and led my face into his neck. “Keep your eyes shut tight, baby, okay?”

“Why?” I asked, my lips moving against his skin as I spoke, causing sparks to shoot all the way to my toes.

“Just keep your eyes closed and trust me.”

And then he started running. I could feel the wind whipping around us, and for a second, I thought he might have put us on some sort of vehicle based on how fast we were moving.

I made the mistake of peeking over his shoulder. That was when I realized what was really happening.

Grayson must have been using his newfound vampire powers to run faster than I was even able to comprehend.

I shrieked and tightened my hold around his neck.

Grayson’s huge hand automatically clamped onto the back of my head and pressed my face down into his neck, blocking my view of the world flashing past us as he continued to run.

I could feel the vibrations of his purrs starting against my chest, although I couldn’t hear them due to the wind in my ears. He shushed me soothingly, one of his hands petting up and down my spine, trying to calm me.

Mere seconds later, we were standing in front of a door. A hotel door. My breathing was ragged, still shocked by what had just happened.

“Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to, I promise,” Grayson said, gently brushing my messy wind-blown hair from my face.

I looked up at him. “Maybe a little,” I admitted softly, still breathing heavily. “New vampire powers?”

He nodded. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait any longer to make sure you were taken care of.” He pulled out a key card from his pocket, then let us in.

“When did you get a hotel room?” I asked him as he carried me inside.

“Three days ago. When I found you.”

It was a nice room, reminding me of the one we had stayed in while in Paris, only not nearly as large.

It didn’t have a kitchen or multiple floors, but it did have a living room with a large dining table and two rooms connected to it.

Grayson brought me over to the table and set me down. He kept his body between my spread legs so he was pressed up firmly against me. My cheeks heated at the intimate position.

“Come here,” Grayson said, tucking his hand under my chin and leading my lips to his. I sighed in pleasure.

He kissed me thoroughly and passionately, successfully taking my breath away and making my entire body tingle.

“God, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he spoke when he finally pulled away minutes later.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight ever again. It would take the Moon Goddess herself to ever take me away from you. Even then, I would fight like hell.”

I smiled up at him, feeling at peace for the first time in an extremely long time. “I’m okay with that.”

I hadn’t even realized I was crying until Grayson frowned and wiped one of my stray tears with his thumb.

“Why are you crying?” He leaned his forehead down against mine. “I can’t stand seeing you cry. I can’t stand that it’s me who keeps making you cry.”

I shook my head. “I’m just happy. They’re happy tears.”

His nostrils flared slightly. “I still don’t like it. I’m going to fix everything. I promise.

You’ll never have to cry ever again.”

And he kissed me again.

BELLE

Kyle had been right when he’d said Grayson would be possessive for a while.

Grayson was acting more than just possessive—he was acting completely insane.

About five minutes after arriving at the hotel, he ordered me a mountain of food from room service and had it delivered to the room.

He never stopped touching me in one way or another, and his eyes were pitch black and completely terrifying with the presence of his wolf.

He barely spoke except to explain things to me, give me orders, or tell me for the millionth time how sorry he was and how he would make it up to me.

Even then, his sentences were usually only one word. It was painfully obvious that his wolf was very much in control of the situation.

The moment the food arrived, Grayson sat me down on his lap at the dining table and put a plate of food in front of me.

It was some sort of creamy-looking pasta with chicken. It looked and smelled delicious. He had his own plate in front of him as well.

“Eat,” he said, motioning to my plate.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I was absolutely starving.

I was only about three bites into the absolutely incredibly sinful meal when I felt Grayson brush my hair away from my shoulder. I could feel his gaze on my red, irritated, infected mark.

I shivered when he brushed his thumb over it gently.

“Eat,” Grayson repeated. I hadn’t even realized I had stopped chewing, waiting in anticipation to see what he was doing. “You need food.”

Then he leaned down and kissed the mark, nearly causing me to choke. His lips felt so good on the wound I couldn’t help but let out a small moan.

“What about you?” I asked, sounding breathless. He hadn’t touched his food yet.

“Just eat, Belle. Don’t make me tell you again.”

“Sheesh,” I murmured. “Bossy much?”

I took another bite, just happy to get some food besides peanut butter sandwiches, cereal, or leftover scraps from the diner into my stomach.

Once Grayson seemed to be satisfied with the amount I was eating, he leaned down and kissed my mark once again.

I squirmed in his lap. I tried to ignore him, but that proved impossible when his tongue slipped out and ran over the spot. To my immense embarrassment, I felt my panties start to dampen.

I couldn’t help it; months apart made his touch feel even better than it had before, if that was possible.

“Grayson,” I said, elbowing his stomach lightly. “Stop that.”

He didn’t listen to me. He continued to lap at the mark, running his tongue over it and then sucking the skin into his mouth repeatedly, leaving kisses in between. He was driving me insane.

“Eat,” he said once more against my skin when he noticed my chewing had stopped.

His voice was significantly lower than it had been minutes before. He continued kissing me.

How the hell did he expect me to keep eating when he was doing that? He knew how sensitive that spot was, and yet, here he was, torturing me.

“Do you have to do that right now?” I whined even as I unconsciously tilted my head to give him better access. My face heated up. “You’re being very distracting.”

“Your mark isn’t healing properly because we were apart for so long. The more time I spend tending to it, the less pain you will be in.”

I glanced down at his plate of untouched food. “Don’t you want to eat, though? You have to be hungry.”

“No, I want to take care of you. You need food, and you need your mark to heal.”

His teeth suddenly scraped against my mark, nearly causing me to shoot out of his lap with pleasure. I gasped.

With his hand on my hips, Grayson settled me back down, growling low. He actually had the nerve to seem annoyed with me.

“Stop squirming and eat,” he ordered for what felt like the millionth time.

“You’re going to make me choke on my food if you keep doing that,” I complained.

His hands squeezed my hips in a warning. “Don’t talk about you getting hurt. I’m already on edge.”

I rolled my eyes. Grayson said nothing else as he pushed my plate closer and then handed me my fork that I hadn’t realized I had dropped.

“Eat.”

And his lips were back on my neck.

The rest of dinner was brutal. Grayson seemed perfectly content to suck and lick at my neck. For me, however, finishing my meal proved to be extremely difficult.

To my immense embarrassment, I was practically panting by the end of it, leaning completely into him, my head tilted to the side, encouraging his torture.

I felt languid and relaxed and utterly at peace. At the same time, though, I had never felt more wrung up.

My panties were extremely wet, and my clit was pulsing, begging for attention from his sinful tongue still on my neck.

His purring was so loud that it basically drowned out any other sound in the large room. I was totally and completely attuned to him and his every movement.

I wiggled against him, an embarrassing whining noise escaping my lips before I could stop it.

Grayson smiled against my skin. “You doing okay there, baby?”

I rolled my eyes. As if he didn’t know what he was doing to me.

“U-Um…” I could barely form a coherent sentence. “Grayson…”

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