by T. A. Grey
CHAPTER 29
Mouths locked in a kiss as they stumbled back to the cot. This wasn’t an ideal place to to do this. There wasn’t a door to close let alone lock. That thought didn’t stop him, or her for that matter. For every ounce of passion he seemed to feel, she reciprocated threefold.
Grayson couldn’t believe how she tasted. Fucking delicious. Between her legs, across her breasts, even her mouth. All of it was sweet and perfect in ways he couldn’t have prepared for. The only thing that could possibly surpass this as the most pleasurable experience of his life would be if he could take her blood.
Drink from her while fucking her.
His cock surged at the idea. To drink from her while thrusting into her sweet snatch—the thought made him want nothing more than to plow into her body and explore her. The things he would do just to keep her soft hands stroking him… He’d storm an enemy’s castle, tell about his passion for this woman’s addicting touch with a blow horn to all who would listen, even disown his own family for her. Anything to have her.
She climbed on top of him, every healthy, glowing inch of her a paragon of perfection in his eyes. The springs of the cot scrunched from their weight. Supple thighs he could hold on to as they fucked, softly scented skin he could rub against all day, and hips made to be held as claimed her. Ach, she was an angel. So breathtaking. The black hair dye had washed out of her hair bringing back her natural blonde color. The wet strands curled around her arms and waist. He wanted to touch all that long pretty hair to smell it and fuck her while he buried his face in it.
Then she was kissing her way down his chest careful of his wounds. Bless her, he could have reaped a mountain of praise on her when she licked his cock. Jericho’s torture was nothing compared to the exquisite pleasure her tongue and lips did to him. She engulfed his shaft sucking him clear down her throat. His cock hardened to steel as release readied in him.
She was bringing him ever closer to the point of no return. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop right now.”
Oh, she stopped all right. Very, very slowly.
First, she leisurely stopped stroking his shaft, then she stopped tonguing him. Yet she continued to engulf his cock up and down…just slowly. Curses spilled from his lips as his release built. Her touch was intoxicating. It became too much. Quickly, Grayson squeezed the base of his cock to stop the impending orgasm from coming. Her mouth clung to the crown of his cock in a ring, her tongue lapping beneath it back and forth. Panting, he watched Arabella smile around him like a vixen. She gave his cock a final lingering lick then released him.
She climbed back up his body all feminine sensuality in her moves. She straddled his hips, placed her hands upon his chest with a look of focused concentration on her face.
“I want you,” she said. He barely heard the words, she said them so softly. If he wanted her anymore he’d be coming right now.
She leaned down over him to nibble his chin and kiss his jaw and all around drive him absolutely crazy. Until his heart was racing—shit, who was he kidding—it hadn’t stopped racing since she first touched his cock.
“I want you so bad I’m drenched. Do you feel it?” She punctuated her question by pressed her wet sex against his cock. She got into position so she could rock forward and back and his cock would slide through the folds of her juicy snatch. Then she did so—rocking back and forth once eliciting a throaty growl from him.
His lips parted, his chest pumped hard. He couldn’t remember ever being seduced like this. Of having a woman take charge with him. He was putty in her hands. On second thought, make that hard as rock in her hands.
“Just a little,” he managed over his dry throat.
“It’s because you made me come,” she said huskily, biting his ear. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? She was completely undoing him, devastating every shield he’d ever erected around himself. “I would like to do that again.” She laughed softly as she ran her hands all over him touching everything until he was mad with lust.
Her hips thrust against him erotically. The intoxicating aroma of her arousal reached his senses and made release boil in his balls. It was because of that he responded the way he did to her erotic talk—something he’d also never experienced. He’d been with a single woman in his long life and never once had she spoke openly as Arabella did now. It was maddening, arousing as hell, and fucking incredible.
“Then sit on my face.”
She paused for a moment in surprise before giving him one of her big smiles and kissing him. He didn’t deal well with her soft, teasing kisses. Not now when he was on the wall of chaos about to fall over at any moment.
He needed more, so he deepened the kiss until he was fucking her with his tongue and she was moving her hips against him. He could come like this and be a happy man, just from her pussy touching his cock. He didn’t even have to be inside her. She rocked faster and her breath caught. A blush colored her pink from her cheeks to her breasts.
She was going to come again. And he couldn’t wait.
Grayson sucked a stiff nipple into his mouth, rolling the peak against his tongue as he plumped her breast with his hand. He tugged on her nipple and her thrusting turned urgent as she feverishly began humping him. Her hot panting breaths burned a fire inside him. It made him want to spin her around and pound her into the cot until he filled her full of his seed. She brought out this primitive beast from inside him. No one else could.
“Grayson, I think I’m gonna—” her voice hitched, “come.”
That word coming from her mouth was like sex incarnate. Her open honesty made him want to share. That must be why he opened his mouth. “If you don’t, then I’m gonna.”
Her eyes locked on his and that’s when the trembling started. Her orgasm took over. He grabbed her hips and rubbed her sweet-smelling pussy over his shaft and her mouth opened as if to scream. Remembering the old healer asleep in the other room, Grayson managed to smother her cry in a kiss. She held onto him tight, rocking as wetness drenched them from her release.
“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen when you come.” It makes me want to keep doing it.
His own orgasm was a few strokes from happening. It had been too long since he felt the sweet, tight clasp of a woman’s sheathe squeezing his cock.
“Put me inside you.”
Her eyes were heavy-lidded, lips wet and face flushed. She looked fuckable, sweet, and perfect. Lifting up onto her knees, she did as he said without a word. Grabbing his cock, she aimed it upward then squatted over him until he felt the tip of him enter her. He grabbed onto her hips to control her movements—perhaps to even stop her. He really was about to come but he didn’t want this to end so soon.
Slowly she began sliding down his shaft. Tight and wet, she squeezed him inch by inch. Grayson fought the need to throw his head back, close his eyes, and simply hold her still so he could pound into her until he found oblivion. But this was Arabella. Nothing was simple or orthodox when it came to how charged he felt about her. It always had been like that from the moment she smiled at him.
He wanted to savor the moment because he knew he’d remember this night for the rest of his life. Long after she left him. He didn’t have time to linger over the depressing thoughts because she finally seated fully on him. He was all the way inside her kissing her womb with the crown of his cock. His member pulsed and throbbed wanting release. The walls of her sex enveloped him like a loving fist.
“Fuck,” he cursed.
She laughed softly. Sex looked good on her. Made her eyes bright and skin golden and flushed. She laughed a lot too. He couldn’t ever remember laughing during sex.
“Ooh, I like!” She tossed back her head sending all that mane of pretty hair over her shoulders. Then she slowly sat up and then back down.
That sweet pussy riding him—he was done for. It surprised him that it wasn’t her movements that made him come, but because as she rode him she leaned down and whispered. What she whispered s
ent him off like a rocket.
“You feel so good inside me, Gray.” Her muscles gripped his shaft as she said the words. “I want you to come.”
On a growl, he kissed her sweeping his hand into her hair to hold her still as he finally, finally pounded into her. The cot squeaked, the kiss could barely continue as his thrusts shoved her up and down. Her breathing hitched and then she twined her tongue around his.
And he detonated. Cock swelling, he pulsed inside her, his heartbeat crashing like cymbals in his ears. She slammed her hips down and grinded against him taking it all in on a moan. They stayed entangled until long after the sweat had dried from their bodies and his cock had softened. Her breathing slowed and deepened until she was on the cusp of sleep.
Grayson kissed her back awake until she gave him a satisfied, sleepy smile. “I never did get to sit on your face.”
His cock lengthened, thickened. The scent of her was still on his face from where he’d licked her earlier. A heady fragrance.
“Is the offer still available?” She smiled wickedly, no doubt from feeling his hard cock against her thigh.
“Daima,” he answered, resorting back to Turkish. Something he only did when he had completely forgotten himself. She made him feel this way. She did this to him.
“What does that mean?” She crawled her way up his body and his mouth dried. She moved like a feline, sensual and slow. The pillow dipped as she climbed over his face.
He hesitated to tell her. The scent of her sex was all over his mouth and the sight of those soft wet folds were too much to resist. He licked her, tasted his own release mixed with hers. Her body trembled at his touch. She made him feel like a god.
She pulled away from him. “Tell me what it means or this stops.”
Now he laughed. The erotic light in her eyes, that wet snatch that he’d bet would squeeze his finger if he put it inside her, told him a different story. He grabbed her hips, startling her. He cupped her backside, squeezing the globes of her ass, then doing it again but harder each time. Her little backside would be nice and red when he was done massaging them. She gasped and undulated at his touch. His cock was straining to be back inside her.
“You’re not in control here,” he said.
She licked her lips. “Oh really?” Then she leaned back and grabbed his cock with her soft hand. He groaned before he could catch it. “See? This is mine now and I make the rules.” Never had he been with a sexier woman. She stroked him masterfully. “Tell me what it means and I’ll let you lick my pussy again.”
Those words from her innocent looking mouth had the craziest effect on him—it made him near savage with want. “Always. It means always.”
Saliva pooled in his mouth with hunger for her. He had to taste, needed to feel her release bloom against his lips. Her eyes smoldered and then she lowered herself back over his mouth. He devoured her, ate her like a starved man. “I’d tell you, umm, to begin, ooo, but you seem to—ahh—have it covered.” She did a push-up against the wall for something to hold on to.
Her hips writhed against his tongue as he worked her tender clit like he was writing the alphabet. A method, that had thus far, proved to work. He’d never loved doing this so much until now. She tasted so fucking good. He reached between the cleft of her cheeks and ran his fingers back and forth over her dark star. Tempting her. She gasped and stilled. He met her eyes in the dark.
“What are you doing?”
He trailed his finger over that sensitive spot again applying just a touch of pressure. She moaned and her eyes darkened with hunger. He suckled her clit and continued to rub her using her own feminine juice.
Ever so slowly he pushed his finger into her. The tight ring of her eased around his knuckle. Her breaths quickened and her sparkling eyes flew wide open. He didn’t go in far. It was obvious this was her first time doing anything in the backdoor and he wanted this to feel nothing but good. Hell, he wanted her as mad with lust as he was for her. And it seemed, judging by her wild expression—he’d succeeded.
“Well, I guess that’s good then.”
Just for that he made her come. Pumping his finger in and out of her tight ring, he flicked her clitoris in rapid fire, a growl vibrating from his chest. She humped his face and flew apart. A cry managed to escape and she slapped her hand over her mouth to catch it—which ended up being louder than the cry itself. She shook hard until her back bowed and she clung to his hair for support.
She was still quivering when he sat up behind her, positioned her hands back on the wall, and brushing the crown of his cock through her folds. When he brushed over her sensitive bud she mewled and tried to pull away. He spread her open and coated himself with her juices back and forth until her hips pumped back against him.
Her neck was right there. How easy it would be to take her neck. He licked her from shoulder to earlobe. She pushed back against him, panting. Grayson couldn’t wait anymore; he found her opening and pushed deep. She took every single inch of him coating him in her sweet warmth.
“You can do it, you know,” she whispered. “You can take my neck. I trust you.”
His fangs throbbed, jaw flexed as he fought the urge to do just that. “No, I can’t.”
He cupped her breasts, arching her back against him as he thrust into her willing body. Her nipples were tender points he pinched and tugged on. He couldn’t get enough of her. He had to touch her everywhere, running his hands down her sides and up her stomach, down her legs then settling between her thighs. He played her bud very gently. She was so responsive to his touch. Perfect.
“Please, bite me while you take me,” she begged.
The throbbing in his gums was too much. Her plea couldn’t be ignored. Grayson took her body with ever quickening thrusts. Then he did as she asked, was helpless not to. Could he refuse her anything? He was under her spell and it was a beautiful place to be. A paradise.
So he bit her. Right on that sweet spot at her neck over the jugular. Blood burst in his mouth in a warm rush. She tasted unlike anything he’d ever had before. Something completely unique and her. It was sweet, light, and delicate. Her blood fueled his strength. Already his wounds were healing significantly faster and the hunger—it consumed him.
Grayson had her caught. One hand in her hair, the other softly circling her clitoris. This bite was completely different than that first had been. The first time happened as an act of desperation created from fear. This was pure heavenly seduction. Sucking her blood while filling her with his cock—unforgettable.
“Oh, god, please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Grayson sent her exploding with a final climax, her pussy milking him and sucking his own release from him. Grunting, he rutted hard and came in thick surges against her womb.
This time after they disentangled themselves and lay down, he let her fall asleep against him. It took her less than two minutes to pass out naked sprawled across his chest. She slept with her mouth open, her face softening. And looking at her then, with the weight of everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours looming over him, he knew he loved her.
He’d only ever loved one woman in his life aside from his mother and step-mother. He’d loved his bruid. It had taken years to become close with Anita, but when he had, he’d given all of his heart to her and she’d done the same to him. Those years were his happiest. Now when he looked at Arabella Donahue, he knew it was happening all over again.
He was falling in love.
CHAPTER 30
What did a woman do when she loved a man who obviously felt guilty over having sex with her?
When they woke up that evening, he hadn’t been cold or standoffish. He really hadn’t. He had spoken to her, even touched her on the shoulder while he talked to Sophie. Then, before they left the healer’s, he’d looked at her for a long moment. Her stomach had fluttered thinking he might kiss her. An unexpected rush had swept through her. But then he’d combed some hair back from her face.
He emitted a mixture of
hot and cold. Because if he really regretted sleeping with her, wouldn’t he barely be able to look at her, let alone touch her? While in the car ride back to Blackmoore Estate, Arabella found her mind racing. She hadn’t had sex in a long time. Then last night she up and slept with Grayson—twice. If she had to score the performance, she’d give it an out of the ballpark homerun.
Arabella figured she knew the answer to his problem. It was a rather simple puzzle. Not very long ago his mate was cruelly and savagely murdered. And last night he’d indulged in pleasure with another woman. She didn’t need to be a psychologist to know the honorable, moral Grayson was struggling to cope with guilt and maybe even shame this morning.
So the car ride to the estate went by in silence. All she wanted was to open up and talk to him and for him to open up and talk to her. But life wasn’t easy. People weren’t easy and emotions were a complicated business.
When they arrived, Arabella was surprised to see Dominic storm out of the house before they’d even pulled to a stop. Felicity, Vas, Diane and the rest of the Blackmoores trailed after him in a rush like they were trying to stop him.
Grayson hadn’t even shut the engine off when his door flew open. “Where the hell have you been?”
Shit. Had the rest of his family been notified at all as to what all happened? Judging by the anxiety and rumpled clothes everyone had, she was betting no.
Grayson hopped down from his seat. “I got here as soon as I could. My phone died.”
“Where were you?” Lucas asked, stepping forward. “We had no word about where you were or if you were even alive.”
“I was at a healer’s house in Arabella’s pack. We were safe,” Grayson said.
“Why didn’t you come here? We could have taken care of you.” This from a worried Diane. Arabella could tell this was hard for Grayson. He looked uncomfortable with all the questions. He wore that grimace that said he’d rather be any place but here—and probably with a cigarette.
