Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson)
“What?” he murmured, his lips gently skimming up my neck and to my ear. “What is it, beautiful?”
I squirmed.
He inhaled deeply. “Do you need something, Belle?” His voice was significantly deeper than it had been only minutes before.
I nodded.
“What do you need? Tell me what you want.”
I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes shut. He knew what I wanted. Was he really going to make me say it out loud?
“Touch me, Grayson,” I begged. “Please, I need you to touch me.”
“I am touching you, baby.” His hands smoothed over my hips which were exposed by my bunched-up skirt now around my waist. Sparks followed. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”
That motherfucker.
I wanted to tell him what I wanted. I wanted to be that confident girl who could take charge and be sexy without trying. But Grayson—or Azazel, I guess—had really hurt me.
I spent months hating—well, trying to hate Grayson after what I thought he did. I had only forgiven him a few hours before, and he already had me in his lap, begging for his touch.
His power over my body and mind scared the crap out of me. I didn’t totally trust him, not yet, at least.
The last time I had considered doing anything sexual with Grayson had been when he was trying to take advantage of me back at his pack house.
I had told him no over and over again, and he… I didn’t want to think about how he responded to that or how devastated I felt afterward.
His index finger skimmed over the front of my panties, bringing me back to reality.
He didn’t touch anywhere too intimate, but the soft brush of his hand was enough to gain my attention.
“You’re in control, Belle,” he said softly, surprising me with his change in tone. He sounded much calmer now.
“I’m not going to do anything unless you want me to. I need you to know that.
You’re always in control.”
My body loosened a bit. He had said the exact words I needed to hear. How had he known to say that? Had he read my mind or something?
No. I shook my head. He was my mate. He knew what I needed because we were made for each other like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.
I turned myself in his lap so I was facing him, straddling his waist. I could feel his hard member sitting beneath my thigh, pulsing with life.
I swallowed nervously, my eyes widening. It looked like Grayson’s body wasn’t the only thing that had gotten bigger.
Grayson leaned back and watched me, casually putting his hands on the armrests on either side of me as I settled down on top of him with my hands on his chest. He raised an eyebrow.
I hated how sexy it was.
His hands gripped the armrests until his knuckles were white, and the wood started to splinter the tiniest bit as he waited for me to speak, obviously trying to hold himself back.
His dark, hungry, red-black eyes studied me, moving from my heaving breasts to my exposed pink panties, which I was sure had a visible wet patch on the crotch.
He licked his lips, his nostrils flaring.
“I…” I hesitated, totally mesmerized by the expression of desire on his face. His eyes snapped up to meet mine, and it was like a calming wave washing over me. “Will you kiss me?”
He groaned. “Fuck, yes.”
With his hand cupping the back of my neck, he led my mouth to his, launching me into a sensual attack that I was in no way ready for.
This kiss was different from the ones we had shared before.
While the other ones had always been sweet and caressing, communicating love and caring, this one was dirty and deep, communicating our passion and desperation.
“If we were a normal couple,” he had said back in the hotel in Paris, ~“we would’ve had sex multiple times by now.”~
He had said that only a day after meeting me. I knew werewolf couples were extremely sexual and touchy—I had witnessed it firsthand when I was at his pack house.
The fact that Grayson—an extremely dominating and powerful alpha male—had been able to hold himself back for so long was a miracle.
It was evidence of the truth behind his words. He really did want me to be in control.
But he didn’t have to hold back anymore.
I gasped against his mouth when he squeezed my butt in his hands, pulling me closer to him, allowing him to sink deeper, his tongue wrestling with mine.
Pleasure bloomed everywhere. In my chest, in the buds of my breasts, between my spread thighs, across my pulsing mark.
Before I knew it, I was settling my wet core directly over his rock-hard member, aided by his hands on my waist that immediately knew what I was after and eagerly helped to lift me into place on top of him.
We both groaned at the contact, his lips becoming even more frantic against mine, something I didn’t even know was possible.
I needed friction. I needed movement. My hips started to move on their own accord, dry-humping him. He helped me, leading me over his cock and teaching me how to thrust.
“Fuck, you’re trying to kill me,” Grayson rasped against my mouth, his voice husky and rough.
His hands never stopped moving my hips, continuously brushing my clothed clit over the zipper of his jeans with precise precision.
My fingers curled around his shirt, suddenly desperately wishing he wasn’t wearing it. What we were doing now wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel every inch of his hard body against me.
“Grayson…,” I whined.
He kissed me again, driving me completely mad. He pulled away seconds later, and I gasped against him. “Tell me what you want, Belle.”
My hips started to move faster against him, my breaths panting. “I…I need…” I didn’t even recognize my own voice. “I don’t think I can say it out loud.”
“Do you need me to help you?”
My chin bobbed up and down.
His eyes flashed. His hands on my hips forced me to slow my thrusts, and he leaned forward, his lips so close to the skin of my ear that I could feel his hot breath rustling my hair.
“Say, ‘Grayson, please touch my wet pussy,’” he said, providing me with the words.
“‘Please make me come…over and over again.’”
His dirty words made everything in me light up with fire. “Grayson…,” I started.
His grip on me tightened in anticipation, jerking my clit against his zipper roughly once. Twice. Three times. I moaned. “Please touch…please touch my wet pussy,” I said, my words rushing out.
“And?” he prompted, never stopping his harsh movements.
“Please make me cum,” I whined. I was barely even keeping it together at this point.
“Over and over again.”
That’s all it took for him to pounce.
BELLE
In what felt like less than a second, I was lying flat on my back on a bed in one of the bedrooms, looking up at my mate on top of me.
I didn’t even have time to process before his hands were ripping my panties from my legs and launching them across the room, then shoving the skirt of my waitress uniform up around my waist.
He gripped my thighs and spread my legs open as wide as he could, his eyes immediately finding my needy pussy with a ravenous expression.
“You’re so wet for me,” he groaned, his chest heaving.
Right before I was ready to start begging again, his thumb parted my folds and then pressed down on my clit.
My entire body violently convulsed at the simple touch, nearly coming then and there. The shudder of pleasure that traveled through me was so intense that it had stars exploding behind my eyes.
“I know, baby,” Grayson said, still gently playing with my little bud of nerves. I writhed beneath him. “Fuck, you’re a fucking dream. I’ve got you, Belle. I’ve got you.”
The sparks of the mate bond only made the entire experience a million times more intense, traveling through me and adding to the pleasure.
Grayson knew exactly how to touch me, too, the exact right amount of pressure to add and then to take off to keep me in bliss.
My hips moved against his hand, chasing after the release I so desperately needed.
And when my movements became too much, Grayson growled and pinned me down with a hand on my stomach, shushing me with his deep voice.
I reached for him. I didn’t even know what I wanted, but thankfully, Grayson did and planted his lips over mine, automatically adding another level of intimacy. It made me feel drunk.
His finger left my clit, and I nearly cried out in dismay, but then it traveled lower and ever so slowly slid into my soaking wet hole. I jerked and squeezed my eyes shut at the sudden intrusion.
Grayson shushed my whines, giving me words of praise, breathing up against my neck, and licking my mark.
He started to thrust his thick middle finger in and out of my pussy in long, determined motions while his palm pressed up against my clit, playing with it at the same time.
“Moan for me, baby,” he ordered. “Moan for me, so I know where that sweet spot inside of you is. So that when I’m deep inside you for the first time, I’ll know exactly what spot to hit every. Single. Time.”
Dear Lord.
My mouth opened at his command, automatically doing as he told me. Whimpers of pure bliss spilled from my lips as he searched inside me with his hand.
Then he curled his finger, suddenly hitting a spot that nearly had me screaming.
He chuckled. “Found it.”
I realized then that he had been searching for my G-spot, something that I had never been able to locate (to be honest, I was starting to think I was one of those unfortunate girls who didn’t have one).
He was somehow able to find it in less than thirty seconds.
His finger began to brush up against the newfound erogenous zone with exact precision with every thrust as his palm continued to pet my clit.
Without warning, the claws of his other hand tore through my uniform and bra, leaving me naked beneath him, completely at his mercy.
His eyes found my breasts, seemingly mesmerized for several long moments as they bounced with his movements.
Then, before I even knew what was happening, his mouth latched onto one of my nipples, swirling his tongue around it and tugging on it with his teeth.