Page 22 of Betrayed By the Alpha Wolf

That fury I’d been feeling since the rejection flared to life behind the heat, the arousal making it sharp and driving.

“Why? Don’t like it?” My voice was someone else’s, someone I hadn’t been in a long time. “Why do you care which bra I wear?”

Grayson growled and, without warning, gripped my breasts hard enough to make me squeak. I arched into the rough contact, the pain blending into something far more dangerous.

Pleasure.

“I care when it’s this one.” Grayson kissed me over the thin fabric, the heat of his breath diffusing through the soft fabric. “Because why this one?”

His thumbs came down over my nipples, circling over the hard buds in a way that sent me spinning.

“It’s my favorite.”

With that, he lowered his mouth to my right breast, sucking my nipple between his teeth and biting down just enough. I reeled, knowing that if he wanted, Grayson could rip the thing apart.

Lost to it all, I barely noticed when Grayson reached around to my back, taking a moment with the bra clasp to get it free. He was damn patient, all things considered, but after a few seconds, Grayson was able to get it undone, and he swiftly whipped it off of me and chucked it somewhere in the room.

I was bared to him, and even though I knew he’d seen it before, heat flooded my cheeks. As I struggled to look up at him, Grayson’s expression was pure predator. Moreover, the waves that coursed through my body now didn’t sting. They were unbelievably intense, yes, but as long as Grayson was touching me, playing with me like this, I was all right.

Hell, I was on cloud- nine.

And what a fall it will be.

Quickly shutting down the thought, I focused on how Grayson massaged the hardened beads. I let myself only think about the way his tongue lavished me, gliding around each nipple in turn.

The slow circles were maddening, and my pussy clenched as the exquisite torment kicked my lust up higher. A pained moan left me as my body silently begged for more, the heat making me wanton and desperate, without a care for how I might look or sound.

But I needed more of him.

“Take off your shirt.”

Grayson paused, his eyes meeting mine as he dragged the flat of his tongue over my nipple and gave it a solid flick. The smirk he wore was fiendish, and goosebumps rippled over me as he blew across the wet flesh.

“So demanding, aren’t you?”

He cocked a brow, and dammit, I didn’t want to love how he teased me. There was no denying it, though. I delighted in pushing his buttons, and when it was Grayson’s turn to give me a taste of my own medicine, I ate that up, too.

“Yes. Now, shirt. Or I’ll tear the damn thing off myself.” I raised my brows at him, rocking my hips so that my pussy rubbed against the erection straining behind his fly. “And then the pants.”

With a chuckle, Grayson pulled his shirt over his head by the collar, and watching his muscles flex as he did was a small treat I’d be savoring for a while.

“Maybe you should help me with the button, though. I’m all thumbs, I’m afraid, and I’d probably take ages to get my pants off.”

Rolling my eyes at him, I pushed up onto my elbows, then reached out with one hand to try and push his jeans button through the little hole. It was lots of work with one hand, especially at this angle, and Grayson just smirked down at me, utterly amused by my struggle.

“Even now,” I narrowed my stare on him, still grinding myself against his erection, “you can’t help being a jerk, can you?”

A growl reverberated through Grayson’s chest, making his whole body thrum against me in a delicious vibration.

“I seem to recall that someone enjoyed having her bratty attitude tamed.” His hand came over mine, helping me to get the button free. “And countered.”

He wasn’t wrong. It was pretty much how we had played things before…

My wolf shook her head, not allowing me to dwell on that, and another wave crested over me, my pussy throbbing with need. It was maddeningly potent, driving away everything but the need to feel Grayson deep inside me.

I tried to refocus, and as I blinked back to reality, my hands were still on Grayson’s waistband. The button was undone, and I was quick to yank down the zipper.

“Off,” I growled at him, but the bastard continued with that gorgeous smirk.

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