Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson)
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer. My brain was too muddled.
Grayson’s movements stopped. “Answer me, Belle. Who do you belong to?”
“You!” I gasped out, willing to say anything as long as he continued with what he was doing before. “I belong to you. I’m yours.”
Once he was done with my front, he flipped me over and did the same on the other side, only this time, the touch turned less passionate and into more of a massage, lulling me nearly back to sleep.
His sparky hands felt incredible on my skin.
When he finally seemed to finish his thorough examination, he put one more kiss on the center of my back and flopped down next to me on the bed. I smiled at him.
He looked calm. Happy.
“Do you realize how obsessed I am with you?” he mumbled.
My lips turned up. “I think I’m starting to get the picture.”
His hand ran over the side of my hair. “You can’t ever leave me again.” His face turned serious. “I almost went crazy without you. I wasn’t even functioning properly.”
“I wasn’t functioning either. I’m sure you could tell by the state you found me in.”
His frown grew deeper.
“Cold?” he asked. He must’ve noticed the shivers he was causing with his hand traveling up and down my back.
I hummed in response.
He pulled me to him. “I’ll warm you up.”
I laughed. “Haven’t you already been doing that? I think I’m plenty warm.”
“I’m not convinced.”
His lips fell onto mine.
My entire body buzzed as I kissed him, so completely content and relieved to have the undivided attention of my mate.
A few seconds later, I pulled away just slightly. “My turn?” I whispered against his lips.
His brows raised, and my heart raced in my chest as I waited for his response.
To my relief, his lips turned up in a smirk, and he leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms behind his head.
“Be my guest.”
I bit my bottom lip and glanced down at his bare chest and arms. He was huge and rock-hard. Even his muscles had muscles.
I shuffled myself down to kneel by his feet, the same place where he had started. I glanced up at him, wetting my suddenly dry lips. He was watching me intently with that stupid, sexy smirk plastered on his face.
“I don’t actually have to kiss your feet, do I?” I finally asked.
His head tilted back, and a deep laugh left his throat.
“Don’t laugh!” I grumbled, smacking his chest.
He looked back at me, showing off his white teeth with his wide smile. “No, Belle, you don’t have to put those beautiful lips on my feet if you don’t want to.”
Without saying another word, I leaned back down, leaving a gentle kiss. As much as I didn’t like the idea of putting my mouth on his feet, I was more than okay with putting them on…other spots.
I kissed up one of his legs before moving to the other and doing the same, my hands following close behind. Grayson’s muscles tensed and released under my touch, giving me a strange sense of power.
I loved that I affected him. There was something so intimate and special about studying the body of my mate, exploring him in the same way he’d explored me.
When I reached the edge of his boxers, I looked up at him. His chest was rising and falling rapidly with ragged breaths, his eyes dark red once again. His square jaw was clenched.
“You’re supposed to be enjoying this,” I said. “This is supposed to be relaxing. Why do you look so tense?”
“My naked mate’s mouth is inches away from my hard cock, and you’re wondering if I’m enjoying it?” His voice was like gravel.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving slowly in his throat. “I’m enjoying it too much. I’m doing my best to hold myself back, but you’re making it extremely difficult.”
“Oh.”
I suddenly felt a strange sense of power take over. For once, I was the one driving
~him~ crazy. I looked back down at his boxers, running my hands up his legs.
Then I squared my shoulders and leaned back down.
GRAYSON
Belle’s cheeks were a sweet shade of pink as she stared down at my hard cock encased in my boxers. God, she was adorable—and far too innocent for her own good.
She was lucky I hadn’t pounced on her yet, especially with how she kept looking up at me with those big, eager blue eyes.
The only reason I wasn’t already deep between her legs, simultaneously taking her to new heights and tying her to me forever, was because I didn’t know what mating would mean for her.
I couldn’t stop imagining her going through the intense pain of her first shift.
Shifting for the first time for werewolves was terrifying and intense and so incredibly painful.
And yet, this would be so much easier if she were shifting into a wolf because I would know what to expect. I could help her through it.
But she wasn’t shifting into a wolf; she was shifting into a fairy. I had no idea what that entailed.
And that terrified me.
Mating with Belle meant unintentionally putting her in danger. And I was going to do anything possible to prevent that. For as long as possible, at least.
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t continue doing what she was doing now.
I knew she had never done anything like this before.
If the smell of her sweet virginity—something only a male werewolf could scent in his female—wasn’t evidence enough, then it would be made blatantly obvious by her shaking and clumsy hands.
When I had touched, kissed, and nipped up her beautiful body, I hadn’t been expecting anything in return.
Even when I had lapped at her pussy until she had given me the most delicious orgasm ever, I had done it with only her in mind—not that I hadn’t enjoyed myself immensely.
So, God help me, even though my dick was rock-hard and the beast inside me was gnashing its teeth, demanding that I throw her down onto the bed and make her mine, I was somehow able to hold myself back.
She was still weak—still nervous about being around me after everything that had happened. The hard fucking I wanted to give her had to— would— come later, after she trusted me again.
I knew she craved my control and dominance. I hadn’t missed the way her thighs clenched together every time.
Belle’s fingers started picking at the waistband of my boxers with nervous picks.
“Can I…Can I, um…take these off?” she squeaked out.
I smiled down at her, barely able to handle how adorable she was.
Trying to make it just a bit easier on her, I lifted my hips off the bed and removed my boxers myself, never taking my eyes off her.
I wanted to ensure she didn’t run for the hills when she saw how especially… well-endowed her mate was. She had absolutely no reason to be scared of me, but I would be surprised if she didn’t freak out a bit.
“Why do you look so nervous, Belle? You have absolutely nothing to be afraid of. I promise you.”
“Um, I, uh…I just—” She swallowed. “I hope you don’t expect that thing to, um, you know, fit inside me. Because I really don’t think it will. I don’t—”
“Belle, baby, breathe. Nothing is going to happen right now.”
That seemed to make her relax a bit. “Nothing?” Her hands ran up and down my legs in a way that had a low growl escaping my lips. “I hadn’t finished with my inspection.”
Fucking hell, if my cock got any stiffer, I was going to come like some prepubescent boy on his first date before she even got started.
“Well, don’t let me stop you.”
I meant to gesture down to where she had been before but couldn’t stop myself from cupping her face and running a thumb over her cheek instead.
I was momentarily stalled by the absolute beauty that was my Belle. Her bright blue eyes threatened to rip my heart right open. Christ, I had missed her so much.
Belle nuzzled into my touch, and my heart did a somersault in my chest. Then she looked back down at my hard dick. It jumped under her gaze.
“Are you sure you want to do this, baby? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she keened. “I really want to. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” With that, she grabbed my hard cock in her tiny hand, gripping it tightly right off the bat.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. Pleasure shot through me at her simple, hesitant touch, my hips thrusting upward on their own accord.
Belle gasped. “I’m sorry!” She dropped me and reared back.
“No. You did nothing wrong,” I said through gritted teeth, barely able to speak through my desire. I swore under my breath. “You did the opposite, sweet girl.”
“Oh,” she responded. Her eyes searched my expression and then widened. “Oh. So I can…?” She wrapped her little fingers back around me, tentatively pumping me once.
My head fell back onto the headboard, a deep groan falling from my lips. If this was how good her hand felt, I couldn’t imagine what her mouth and virgin pussy would feel like. “Just like that, baby. That’s it.”
After two more hard strokes that had my mind reeling, her hand slowed to a stop. “I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Her innocent confession nearly had me panting. My poor mate was nervous.
I pulled her up toward me. “Give me those lips,” I coaxed. Before she could argue, her mouth fell down on mine.
I led her through the kiss, running my tongue along the seam of her lips, encouraging her to open for me.
I massaged her tongue with mine, making love to her mouth. Her delicate breaths finally started to calm, and she melted into the kiss.
I pulled back a few seconds later, molding my forehead to hers. “There we go.
That’s better.” I kissed her once more.