Page 68 of Shut Up and Bite Me

Brushing my thumbs against the silky soft skin of his hands, I stand up on my toes, whispering his name. “Greyson?”

He swallows hard before his eyes snap open, the blue of his irises more vibrant and brighter than ever. “This is…incredible.”

“Are you doing okay? I know it’s probably a lot to adjust to,” I warn him.

He chuckles, laughing in disbelief as his hands fall to my waist, and he lifts me with unnatural ease, spinning me around and holding me above his head.

“Oh my god, I love you so much!” Slowly lowering me back down, his face lights up. “I can feel you…your emotions.Woah. This is crazy. You feel this all of the time? How in the hell do you get anything done? How do you focus? It’s like a new world has opened up inside of my mind.”

Nodding, I can’t help but smile and giggle at his exaggeration. “You’ll learn to control it, but yes.”

Running his hands through his hair, he then cups my face, his eyes bulging. “I can sense you, like I’m a compass and it’s programmed to find you.”

“I feel that too,” I murmur, watching him experience the otherworldly sensations.

Autumn approaches us. “If you guys don’t need anything from me, I will leave you to it. The ceremony is complete.”

“Come here,” I mumble, grabbing her arm and pulling her in for a hug, whispering in her ear, “Thank you.”

She welcomes my embrace. “It truly was my honor.”

Pulling away, Greyson hugs her quickly. “Thank you for everything, Autumn. You’re one hell of a witch.” He pauses, his face contorting with disbelief. “That’s a sentence that I never thought I would say.”

She laughs and dismisses herself with a finger wave, leaving us all alone.

Greyson’s staring at his hands like they wield magical powers, but I suppose, in a way, his new strength does feel like that.

“I have one more surprise for you.” His gaze flicks up through his lashes, catching me staring at him.

Rolling my eyes playfully, I step toward him, and he takes my hands, securing my arms around his neck. “Haven’t you surprised me enough?”

He scrunches his eyes and nose. “Never.”

His fingertips trail along my arms, down my shoulders, and past my lower back until his hands cup my ass. He lifts me up, and I happily settle into one of my favorite places in the world…wrapped around his waist.

“Do you change your last names after ceremonies like this?” he asks, guiding us back down the aisle, up the stairs, and into our home.

“I think it is usually reserved for a morehumanceremony. But if you want to change your last name to Barlowe, I certainly wouldn’t have any qualms.” I smirk, and he grins.

“Greyson Barlowe.” He sounds it out, rolling it on his tongue. “I like it.”

“Me too. It’s hot, honestly,” I murmur, purposefully making my voice smooth and sultry.

“Oh yeah? You think so?” He shrugs before declaring, “Then it’s settled.”

“Just like that?” I scoff as he crosses the foyer and ascends the marble staircase leading to the second floor.

His gaze falls to mine, and my heart skips a beat at the intensity in his stare. “I think you would find there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make you smile.”

Gulping hard, I feel my blush spread down my neck and straight to my core. “I love you too.”

He smiles. “Ms. Barlowe, what are your plans for the remainder of the night?”

My fangs tingle in my mouth, begging to join the party.

He chuckles. “Oh, I know that look.”

Biting down on my cheek, I reel my willpower back in, my restraint hanging on by a thread.

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