Page 23 of Betrayed By the Alpha Wolf

Grayson smiled, leaning forward enough to ghost his lips over mine. “Good girls, ask nicely.”

“Who said I was good?” I countered.

With that, Grayson wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, his lips meeting mine in a passionate claim. When he pulled back, I was in a daze, drunk on the feeling of him roughly pressing his mouth to mine.

“I did.” Grayson smoothed a hand down my cheek, dragging it down and down and down until he smoothed his fingers between my legs. “I know that everything aboutthisis just so fucking good.”

He gripped me as he spoke the word “this,” and my body reeled, hungry for him to slide in, for him to make me fall apart. I whimpered as he toyed with me, my eyes pinching shut as I whined.

“Please, for the love of fuck, Grayson, take your pants off.”

It was a beg, hidden behind my usual snark, but a beg nonetheless.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Grayson nipped at my bottom lip, and then he was too far away.

But when I looked over at him, he was pulling his pants down, his cock springing up as the fabric caging it disappeared. My mouth practically watered, and if it weren’t for the fact that we’d already had sex, I would be concerned about him fitting inside me.

Everything burned; the heat had turned me into this depraved being who just wanted that monster buried inside me until I screamed. And I wasn’t an idiot. I knew that this was particularly strong because Grayson was my mate. I couldn’t do anything about that at present, though, and I couldn’t find it in me to care.

Grayson drove me crazy in every type of way—I fought to hate him while another part of me fought to love him, and my body just needed him.

Groping for him, I helped Grayson to shuck his pants over the side of the bed, keeping him in the circle of blankets I’d created—our little nest.

“My, we are impatient, aren’t we?”

“Yes, asshole. Now get over here.”

I pulled him forward, intent on getting Grayson to fall into me if it was necessary. The intensity of the heat was building, and that agony was starting to poke through at the edges. I needed him inside me if I wanted to avoid that pain. I needed him inside me for lots of reasons if I was honest with myself.

Which wasn’t really happening, now was it?

Grayson keened forward, easily catching himself on his hands, which were planted on either side of my head. His cock brushed me, and I arched again, that embarrassing whimper bleeding from me.

“I think you’re forgetting something.” I forced myself to look up at him, and Grayson nodded down at my hips, where I was still wearing my leggings. “May I?”

Fucking hell, I did forget about them.

I nodded, lifting my hips so that Grayson could get the damn things off me as quickly as possible. As he leaned back onto his knees again, Grayson gripped the waistband of my leggings, curling his thick fingers under the fabric and grabbing my panties as well.

He began to pull them down, but in his typical teasing, Grayson moved molasses slowly. My legs shook as I held myself up, and I fought against the desire to snap at him. That would only make him go slower, after all.

When the waistband rolled beneath Grayson’s fingers, revealing the curves of my ass as it pushed past my hips, he stopped. I was ready to scream at him, but then one of his hands lifted under my hips, keeping me aloft, as he tore my pants the rest of the way down.

Suddenly he was moving quite fast, and before I could even say anything, his face was buried between my thighs, his tongue finding my slit and licking up in a long pull. I yelped—surprised and impossibly aroused—and my hips bucked on their own, threatening to pull me away from Grayson’s mouth.

He held me to him, not letting my movements separate me from his cloying tongue. With my pants flung to the side, Grayson held me up to his mouth with both hands, and I was forced to balance on my shoulders. For as uncomfortable as it should have been, I didn’t care. Grayson’s tongue was spearing into me, making the slick pour from me all the more, and I was right on the edge of an orgasm already.

It was impossible to stay still, though. The sensations were almost too much, but I was locked in place by the iron grip Grayson had on my hips—and the fear of toppling over. His tongue circled my clit before flicking it, and then it was plunging inside me again.

“Grayson!”

After several more maddening swirls, he lowered me back down to the bed. Still, as soon as my hips were on the mattress, his hand was between my legs, his fingers sinking inside my pussy.

I rocked against him, gasping at the sudden, fantastic intrusion. He hooked them into my G-spot, and in seconds, I was coming on his hand, my release spilling from me as he milked my orgasm with expert precision.

“Fuck!”

“That’s right, naughty girl. You’re going to come over and over for me.” Grayson kept pumping his fingers deep into my pussy, and when I glanced at him through lidded eyes, he smirked devilishly. “You might want to play the brat, but your pussy is begging for me.”

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