Page 58 of Betrayed By the Alpha Wolf

My chest pinched, my heart surging. But I still wasn’t sure if Grayson was saying all this because he felt obligated to. He wassuddenly a father, and he was taking it well, but what if all this was some traditional connection to duty?

Did Grayson reallywantto be with me? Or did he feel like hehadto be?

“Grayson, I…thank you.” All I could do was nod again, but it felt like I was splitting down the middle.

Before I could say or do anything more, however, Grayson slid off the bed and knelt in front of me. Taking both my hands now, he looked up at me from his position on the floor, and my entire being hummed, my eyes burning.

“Kenz, you…you fucking terrify me.” My mouth dropped open, but then he continued. “It scares the shit out of me how much I care about you. I’ve been running from it since I first shifted, and everything inside me called out for you. It was so intense, and I had no one. I couldn’t…I couldn’t lose someone again. And after my parents, it felt like everyone I cared about was going to be taken from me eventually.”

“Gray, I—”

“I don’t want you to leave. I haven’t since you arrived. I…I’m sorry, Kenz. I never should have—”

But I crashed my lips against his, slipping into his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. When Grayson pulled back, looking up at me like he didn’t understand, I shook my head.

“No more talking. I need you, Gray.Now.”

His stare sparkled, lighting up with an internal fire that was stoked to bright light. I felt him thicken underneath me, where we pressed together, and my entire body went warm and wet.

This. This was exactly what we needed right now.

Grayson gripped my neck, pulling me to his mouth again, and I melted into him. His lips crashed against me, the kiss inciting an inferno beneath my skin. I melted into the sensations, opening up for his tongue to explore me as I did the same.

My hands went to his face, pulling Grayson closer, needing to lose myself to the caress of his lips. The scruff of his stubble rasped against my lips and fingers. It hadn’t even been long, but Gods, how I missed him.

Then, Grayson hauled me up off the floor, getting us back in the bed. He towered over me, his hips keeping my legs open. We never broke the kiss, our tongues dancing against each other, and then Gray reached into my leggings, his fingers spearing between my slick folds. I cried out against his mouth, arching up off the bed.

Oh, fuck yes.

I was so wet, and Grayson twirled his fingers through me, circling around the sensitive bud of my clit. I bucked against his hand, gripping Grayson’s face tighter. The kisses finally faltered. I couldn’t keep it up with the maddening thrusts of his fingers, and I moaned against Grayson’s mouth as he leaned back.

“Gods, Kenz. I fucking love it when you make those sounds.”

He smirked down at me, my stare half-lidded and already so blissed out.

“And goddamn, gorgeous. You’re dripping for me. Is a kiss all that it takes to get you going?”

The pained whimper I let out when Gray stopped, his fingers still deep but unmoving, was so pathetic. But I didn’tcare. I needed more of those incredible sensations. I needed more ofhim.

“So needy, Kenz.” He grabbed my throat with his other hand, squeezing just enough, and my eyes went wide. “Fuuuck, I’ve missed you so much. Last time wasn’t nearly enough.”

He teased my slit, running just the pad of his finger across me in pointed, lazy strokes. When he stopped, I worried Gray was going to tease me again, but then he patted my swollen, sensitive flesh, making me jerk against him.

I yelped against the burn, but it was too damn fantastic. Memory and pleasure were swirling, images of what we’d done in the past superimposing over my perception of reality. This was it. This was that connection, and it was flaring brighter and brighter with each second.

“That’s it, precious. Ride my fingers.”

“Gray,” I moaned, doing precisely that.

Holding me pinned to the bed, Gray patted my pussy until I was a damn mess, begging, hungry, and wanton. He kissed me again—hard and then rammed my fingers deep inside my pussy until he was hooking my G-spot and pressing against it roughly.

I cried out against Grayson’s lips again, and I could tell how much he was loving it, eating up my cries like dessert. He pressed into that magic button, my hips jerking wildly until I was so damn close to orgasm that my vision went blurry.

But then Gray yanked his fingers away.

“No!”

Grinning, Gray let go of my neck only to slide his hand through my shorter curls.

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