Grayson closed the door. He still hadn't seen her.
"Sorry I'm late but I..." He turned and laid eyes on her. He froze. "Amanda."
Amanda twisted her hands together. She gave him a nervous smile.
"Hi, Grayson."
She watched him look over her slowly, heat gathering in his gaze. In an attempt to seduce him, she had chosen the dress they had worn on their first date. She hoped he would remember the memories of that first night together.
It was still ripped at the back but Mary Ellen had put on some Velcro straps to keep it together. The only difference was what she wore underneath. That would certainly make Grayson's mouth water.
She hoped.
Grayson looked up at her, his expression confused.
"I thought you cancelled our sessions."
"I set this one up. I didn't want you to know it was me."
"But someone could walk in."
There was a sudden loud noise coming from the door and Grayson turned to look at it. Amanda smiled. She knew who it was.
"That will be Mary Ellen locking the door. She'll put up a do not enter sign outside and do the same with the locker rooms." She spread her hands. "We won't be disturbed."
The staff was in on this and were up for getting Grayson alone with Amanda. They had made sure everyone but Grayson knew the gym was closed for the day. Now she had to get on her knees and beg Grayson to forgive her.
Grayson turned back to her. He looked wary.
"Why are you doing this, Amanda?"
"I wanted to apologize."
Amanda want to go to him but knew he wasn't ready. She swallowed and fought back the tears. She wasn't supposed to cry. They were supposed to talk. She didn't want tears.
"My behaviour was unacceptable. I shouldn't have done what I did." The tears escaped and began to fall. "I'm so sorry, Grayson."
Grayson's expression softened. Before Amanda knew what he was doing he had dropped his bag, strode across to her and pulled her into his arms. Amanda kissed him back when his mouth came down on hers, allowing him to control it. His arms tightened round her, holding her close. Amanda clutched at his shirt and held on. She wasn't letting him go again.
Eventually Grayson raised his head. His eyes were glowing now, a look Amanda was familiar with. Her core began to throb, demanding to have some attention.
"I understand why you were angry." Grayson said hoarsely. He cupped her cheek tenderly in his hand. "I kept back I was a shifter because I was scared you'd leave me."
"You thought I'd be repulsed because you were a shifter?"
Amanda couldn't understand that. Shifters were fascinating and she could see the seduction behind it. She would love to be a shifter.
Grayson grimaced.
"Humans know about shifters and like the idea of it but when it becomes a reality they tend to have different attitude." His eyes were full of pain. "I've always kept it secret."
Amanda's heart went out to him. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she put her arms round his neck and kissed him gently.
"Just so you know I have no problem with shifters." She licked his bottom lip slowly. "And it certainly explains you're...sexual appetite. I didn't quite believe Mary Ellen when she said shifters have an insatiable desire for sex and it can go on for hours."
Grayson laughed.
"Wolves can fuck for hours. I don't know about bears."
"Take it from me, I wouldn't complain if you did."
Amanda closed her eyes and hugged him, feeling him embrace her in return. She kissed his neck and leant her head on his chest.
"I love you, Grayson. And I'm so sorry for what I did. Can you forgive me?"
"If you can forgive me for not telling you straightaway about myself?"
Amanda nodded. She could readily forgive him for anything right now. Grayson gently eased her back and kissed her softly.
"I love you, Amanda. I'm not going to let you go again."
"You'd better not. Or Mary Ellen will kill you."
"You going to set Mary Ellen on me if something goes wrong?"
Amanda grinned.
"Of course."
Giving him one more kiss she stepped out of his reach. Grayson's expression was heated with desire as he raked his gaze over her but he didn't follow.
Her confidence growing, Amanda undid the Velcro straps and the dress slipped down, pooling at her feet. She had forgone her bra and panties and only wore thigh-high stockings with four-inch heels. Mary Ellen had told her it would knock Grayson on his ass.
It had the desired effect. Grayson's eyes turned golden and flared. Amanda ran her hands up to her breasts and cupped them.
"Make love to me, Grayson. Right here."
Grayson growled. Clothes flew everywhere and then he was naked. He swept Amanda into his arms, his mouth claiming hers in a ferocious kiss. Amanda clutched at him as he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs round his waist. His cock rubbed against her pussy and she wriggled, trying to get him inside her.
Grayson pulled away and held her still.
"Easy there, honey. I'm not having this over quickly." He took her to the mats and laid her down, the mat cool against her back. Then a sly glint was in his eye and he nodded at the full-length mirrors. "Watch us. I want you to watch while I make love to you. I want to hear you scream."
Amanda looked over. She had an unobstructed view of them, naked except for her stockings and heels. Grayson's huge, lean form looked magnificent, his muscles flexing as he made his way down her body, lavishing her breasts enough to make Amanda's pussy clench as the blood rushed south. Then he moved further down, moving her legs out wide and holding them there.
Amanda cried out when she felt his mouth touch her folds. He didn't ease her into it. He fucked her with his mouth and tongue, leaving no area left out. He plunged two fingers into her pussy and pumped them hard as he nibbled on her clit.
Amanda could feel the orgasm building fast. She writhed but Grayson held her tight with his arms across her waist as he feasted on her. Seeing him between her legs, head bobbing as he licked and plunged into her with his tongue, in the mirror looked incredibly erotic. Amanda couldn't take her eyes off the sight, at how beautiful Grayson looked and how amazing she looked.
The orgasm hit her between the eyes and her world exploded in a flash of bright lights. Screaming his name, Amanda arched her back as her body was overcome by tremors. Grayson kept his attack up on her pussy, drawing it out as long as he could. It was only when Amanda pushed at his head that he slowed down. She didn't have the ability to speak at this point.
Grayson raised his head, his mouth wet with her juices.
"Did you watch us?" He growled.
His eyes were at their brightest. Amanda nodded. She was still at a loss with words. Grayson grinned and pulled her up, sitting back on his knees with Amanda in his lap. He shifted her until she was straddling him and pulled her down on his cock. Amanda felt it fill her up and her pussy screamed in relief. It felt so good to feel him inside her again.
Amanda closed her eyes to the sensation and arched back, tilting her hips to take more of him in. Grayson groaned and eased her upright, cupping her head in his hands.
"Amanda, look at me."
Amanda opened her eyes. Grayson looked serious. The glowing had dimmed a little but there was no mistaking the expression in his face. He was breathing heavily, holding off from their lovemaking.
"Marry me."
Amanda didn't need to think twice. She kissed him, pulling at his bottom lip with her teeth.
"Yes." She whispered. Then she wrapped her legs round his waist. "Now make me yours. Make me scream."
Grayson growled and pulled out to thrust back in hard. Amanda thrust back, feeling them all the way to the top of her head. Grayson was unrelenting.
He fucked her, holding Amanda tight as he pumped into her. Amanda took him all, biting onto his shoulder when it started getting too much. She needed to come now or she was going to die.
Sud
denly Grayson pulled out of her. Amanda started to protest but Grayson turned her onto her hands and knees, making her face the mirror. He leant over her and sucked her ear lobe into his mouth.
"Watch us. Watch us when I mark you as mine."
Amanda looked. Grayson was poised behind her, his muscular body sweaty. His eyes were bright and she saw his teeth elongating. Hands gripped her hips and Amanda saw the claws, the claws that had torn holes in her bedding. But she didn't feel any fear. The arousal deepened. She wanted this. She spread her legs wider.
"Take me."
Grayson roared and thrust in to the hilt. He pounded into her, Amanda moving across the mat with his thrusts. They ended up with Amanda lying on her front, Grayson on top of her jackhammering into her. He moved her hair aside and planted slow, gentle kisses on her shoulder and neck. He didn't let up on his relentless thrusting. Amanda's head was spinning with the contrast.
When she finally came screaming Grayson bit down on her shoulder. Momentary pain flashed through Amanda but was quickly replaced by a pleasure so acute she was coming again. Grayson growled into her neck and then he was coming, a final thrust making Amanda dizzy.
He released her neck and licked at the marks. As she watched in the mirrors, the bite mark that was clearly there when he let go started to disappear. Amanda could only watch in amazement as it faded until there was a very faint mark on her shoulder. Grayson then planted a gentle kiss on top of the mark.
"There. You are mine." He whispered, nibbling at her ear. "You're my mate now, Amanda. I love you."
Amanda arched into him and felt his cock swell again. He was hard in mere seconds and his cock twitched. She moaned and managed to push Grayson off. Grayson went onto his back and Amanda straddled him before he could protest. She leant over him with a sly grin.
"I thought you were going to make me scream."
Grayson grinned and kissed her before she finished. It was a while before she was able to find the ability to speak.
PREVIEW OF ‘AUCTIONED TO THE DRAGON’ BY ASHLEY HUNTER
Chapter 1
“We’ve got her going for 1,000 dollars. Do I hear 1,300? Going once… Going twice… And sold! Ms. Karolyn, has been sold for 1 grand!” The boisterous auctioneer declared rhythmically.
Adelaide stood backstage and wiped her sweaty palms on the sides of her little black dress. Her body reacted this way when she got nervous. She had never done anything like this before and standing amongst thin, blonde, quintessentially gorgeous girls, she knew why: she couldn’t compete with them.
“Next bachelorette participant coming to the stage is Miss Adelaide Frasier!”
“Well, here goes nothing.” Adelaide mumbled to herself before she pushed open the curtain to face the harsh lights and stares from men of prestige. She took a deep breath; it was challenging enough for her to stand in front of such elite businessmen and socialites as the shy girl that she was, but the worst part hadn’t even started yet.
“Let’s start the bidding at 300. Do I hear 300?” The bid caller suggested. Adelaide received a silent crowd before one man lifted his white card and silently agreed to the suggested bid. She ran her fingers through her hair and felt embarrassed.
James Weston had attended the Saint Vincent’s charity auction event every year. He donated 5,000 dollars at the beginning of the affair and stayed to watch aimlessly as men would bid and thirst over women on stage. This year however, the sponsors had requested that all in attendance bid on anyone of the young women to actively donate and help a greater cause.
The idea did not please James much. He had always shown up purely for business; a woman was the last thing on his mind. Not that he was gay. He wasn’t even close to that, but in the Upper East Side, all women looked the same: tall, thin, and gorgeous in the most obvious way. None of them interested James anymore.
He lifted his eyes from his cell phone screen for a moment to see a woman with curves that would put an hourglass to shame. Her hair was dark and styled freely in a sea of endless curls.
He was captivated by her sheepish smile and hazel eyes, which she bounced around the room before casting them downwards. She enthralled him instantly. He could tell she was different and that captivated him. He didn’t even bother to figure out what the current bid on her was.
“3,500.” He announced calmly. The auctioneer’s eyes widened and the woman’s eyebrows rose. That was pocket change to James. He was the CEO of Weston Corp. a business that owned a chain of Weston hotels along the east coast.
His real success however, came after his investment in an oil mining company found the biggest oil well in Saudi Arabia. This export of oil to many countries around the world had given him the income of a billionaire.
“3,500? Do I hear a higher bid? Going once… Going twice… Sold to the very generous man!” He slammed his gabble against the wooden podium to declare the final sale. Adelaide shyly waved a goodbye to the crowd before turning on the heels of her feet and walking backstage.
3,500 dollars? She hadn’t expected anything near that much. That was the highest bid of the night!
Adelaide took a seat next to the other women who had already gone on stage. They eyed her enviously and snuck critical glances at everything from her hair to the heels she wore. Adelaide self-consciously pushed a loose strand of her dark chocolate locks behind her ear. She wanted to tell them that she had only signed up for this auction to conquer her stage fright and shyness, but she owed them no explanation.
Adelaide made her way to the main lobby with the other women and looked for the man who bid on her.
All men were debonair in classic suits and charming smiles. The participating women’s names were written on boards that the men held up. To Adelaide, it looked very identical to a scene in an airport reunion.
James had cursed himself ever since he impulsively bid on her. It was as if a fire inside him pushed him to do it. Something about this woman riled him up inside. A feeling he had no right to feel for any woman.
He would not let his disposition ruin anyone else’s life but his own. It was selfish of him to entertain any relationship because he knew he’d only end up hurting the other person in the end.
He held the board with her name on it.
“Adelaide.” He practiced it silently to himself. He had decided this would be a business meeting. He would take her to dinner as per the auction rules and they would simply part ways, never to see each other again. But, as soon as he spotted her wild curly hair and bouncy chest strutting his way, James couldn’t help but hold his breath.
A fire burned inside him and this woman ignited it. He stared at her as fantasies of his arm wrapped around her while they lay lovingly in bed filled his mind. This was new for him: a woman he could already picture a future with and he hadn’t even heard her speak.
“Hi, I guess I’m all yours for the night.” She joked. James snapped out of his dream world and took a moment to understand what she had said.
“Oh yes… Your name is Adelaide. Am I saying it right?”
“Just call me Adie. No one really calls me Adelaide unless I’m back home.”
“Okay, Adie. It is a pleasure to meet you.” James began. He held out his hand for a stern and professional handshake, which she returned curiously since she was expecting a hug or something less formal.
“I am going to reserve a table at Le Train Bleu, the finest French restaurant on this side of New York.” He told her before pulling out his cell phone from the chest pocket of his navy blue suit. Adelaide placed her hand gently over his and shook her head.
“That’s far too much. You’ve already spent 3,500 dollars on me alone. I’d rather do something less high profile… If you don’t mind.” She requested. He raised his eyebrows. He had never considered places that he frequented often as high profile.
“I’m open to suggestions. What did you have in mind?”
“I’ve been craving a vegetable casserole since this afternoon but I was so nervous about the auctio
n, I couldn’t even think about food or my appetite, so now that it’s over.” She placed her hand on her stomach and pretended to shovel food in her mouth. James furrowed his eyebrows at her intriguingly.
“I would hate to be the one who separates you from your vegetable casserole. Where is this restaurant?”
“It’s a little lower in the districts.”
“Really? You venture out of the upper east?”
“Do I really look like the type of woman who exclusively stays in the upper east? I work here, but my playground is downtown.” She winked at him and took a few backwards steps toward the exit. James was taken aback.
Adie was a breath of fresh air. As much as he wanted to push aside his feelings, another part of him couldn’t help but follow her lead. He was drawn to her energy.
Adie stood outside and the cold New York air whipped her hair across her face. The other women standing outside with their men had to micromanage their hair as they waited for valet to pull the car around.
“I love New York but this weather always tosses my hair the wrong way.”
“Right? My favorite shampoo never accounts for the inconveniences of windy nights.” Two girls yapped on about the issues plaguing their manes. But, Adie stood with her arms wrapped around herself to keep warm.
“So, shall I flag down a taxi or can I guess you’ve got a driver pulling up any minute?” Adie quipped. James suppressed a smile. She was so darn cute.
“I’ve got a driver. He’s right over there.” James pointed at a middle-aged man with a cap and a chauffeur’s uniform.
“Great!” She smiled and before turning to leave, she remembered something, “I’m sorry, I never got your name?”
“James… James Weston.” He told her.
“Weston corporations, right?”
“Yes,” he smiled impressively. “I didn’t realize I was so recognizable.”
“I’ve done business with Weston Corporations before. They did tell me their CEO was young.”
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