Tansy’s Nest #2
My pulse flutters, and I lift my hips, needing more. "Gray," I moan when he fists a handful of my hair. "Please." I wrap a leg around his hip, pulling him closer, grinding against him in a silent plea for him to take me, to fill me. "Alpha," I whisper, my voice breathy with lust. “I need you.”
“Do you need my cock?” His lips trail down the line of my jaw, placing open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin of my throat. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, then frown when he pushes himself up.
“No need to pout, pretty girl.” He chuckles as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the chiseled expanse of his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.” Then, with a swift, decisive motion, he grabs the hem of my shirt and tugs it up, clear off my body.
Goosebumps flash across my skin, the cold air making my nipples pebble. My hands twitch with the urge to cover myself up, but Grason snatches my wrists, forcing them up and over my head.
“No hiding,” he commands, his dark eyes looking deep into mine. “Don’t move, omega. Do you understand?”
I nod, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine.
My body feels alive, every nerve ending sparking with a desperate need for him. I've never been this turned on, this utterly consumed by desire. The thin fabric of my panties is soaked, clinging to my skin.
Slowly, Grason leans back, his eyes roaming over my body, drinking in every inch of me.
I feel exposed and vulnerable, but I’m not scared.
In fact, my body feels alive, every nerve ending sparking with desire.
And it’s honestly weird.
The first time I was alone with Cass, fear swallowed me whole. My thoughts scattered, my chest locked up, but my body reacted to him anyway, betraying me when all I wanted to do was run.
Then there was the pantry with Warren. All he did was kiss me, and it still felt like the walls were closing in on me. I hated that I panicked and scared him, but he was so kind to me afterwards, it almost hurt.
But with Grason, my body feels different. Warm, open, aware, and very safe. His heated gaze isn’t trapping me. It’s wrapping around me, making me feel precious and loved.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Grason reaches out, his calloused hands cupping my full breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in a teasing caress.
I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
He leans down, capturing one peak in his mouth, his lips wrapping around my nipple. He sucks gently, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight to my core. His tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive bud, tracing circles that make my breath hitch and my back arch off the nest.
As he lavishes attention on one breast, he cups the other, his large palm enveloping the fullness with a possessive grip. He squeezes gently, his fingers sinking into my soft flesh.
A low growl rumbles in his chest. "Fuck, Tansy," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low, ragged whisper.
"Your tits are perfect. So big and soft, just begging to be worshiped.
" His words send a fresh wave of heat crashing through me, and I whimper, wishing I could reach out and touch him, but I’m determined to obey.
I keep my hands locked above my head, my fingers curled into fists, as I arch into his touch, offering myself to him completely.
Grason's hands and mouth continue to explore, tracing a path down my body with deliberate slowness.
His lips leave a trail of fire, each kiss a promise, each nip a claim.
He moves lower, his stubble rough against my soft skin, until he reaches the waistband of my panties.
He hooks his fingers into the soaked fabric, and with a slow, deliberate pull, he slides them down my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine.
I lift my hips to help him, my body trembling with anticipation.
Cool air hits my exposed flesh, but it does little to quell the heat building within me.
Grason tosses the wet fabric aside, his eyes darkening with a primal hunger that sends a tremor right through me.
He settles between my legs, his large frame forcing my legs to open even wider. I can feel the heat of his breath against my sensitive flesh, and I squirm, my body aching for his touch.
"You smell so fucking good," he growls, his voice a low, rumbling sound that vibrates straight to my core. "I can't wait to taste you." Then his tongue sweeps through my folds, a slow, deliberate lick that has me crying out.
Grason takes his time, exploring every inch of me, his tongue teasing and tasting, driving me wild with need.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud with a pressure that makes my vision blur.
Then two fingers slip inside me with a smooth, easy glide, curving to hit that spot that makes me see stars.
He pumps them in and out, his pace steady, building the pleasure higher and higher until I'm a trembling, panting mess beneath him.
"Alpha," I beg, my voice a desperate, throaty sound. “Don’t stop.”
Grason moans against my sex, the low vibrations making me gasp and buck beneath him. His tongue and fingers work in perfect, ruthless tandem, driving me higher and higher with every flick and thrust.
The pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my belly, a desperate, burning knot that demands release. I am breathless, my entire existence narrowing down to the sensation of his mouth on me and his fingers inside me.
"Grason, please," I sob, my back arching off the nest.
The tension finally snaps, sending me crashing over the edge. My orgasm tears through me, a wave of pure, blinding ecstasy that leaves me screaming his name. My body convulses violently around his fingers, my inner walls clamping down as I ride out the intense, shuddering pleasure.
As the aftershocks ripple through me, Grason pulls back, his face glistening with my slick. He sits up, his eyes dark and possessive as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. He slides them down, his thick, hard cock springing free.
I gasp at the sight of him. He’s so big, heavy and thick, the flushed head already leaking precum. He kicks his clothes away and settles back between my thighs, the heat of his bare skin scorching mine.
Reaching up, I dig my fingers into his shoulders, pulling him down to me. I don't speak.
I can't.
All I can do is arch my hips in a silent, desperate plea.
“Patience, beautiful.” One hand pushes on my hips, holding me completely still against the mattress. He uses his strength to pin me in place, denying me the friction I crave.
I whimper, my muscles trembling as he shifts his weight, lining himself up at my entrance.
The blunt head of his cock presses against my slick folds, teasing me with the promise of what's to come.
He takes his time, dragging the moment out until I'm squirming beneath him, my body begging for him to just take me.
Then, with a low, guttural groan, he pushes forward, sinking into me inch by inch.
The stretch is intense, a burning pressure that borders on too much, but he doesn't stop. He seats himself fully, his hips flush against mine, filling me so completely that I can't breathe.
I gasp, my eyes rolling back, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him.
He stills for a moment, his breathing ragged against my neck, letting me adjust to his size.
"That's it," he pants, his voice thick with praise. "Look at you taking me.” He glances down to where we’re connected. “You're so perfect, omega. So tight and wet."
Then he begins to move.
He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, before pushing all the way back in. The head of his cock hits the end of me, and my body bows off the bed, a sharp intake of breath the only sound I can manage.
Grason keeps his gaze locked on me, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses my face. He reads my reactions like a map, searching for the exact angle that makes me gasp, the depth that makes my toes curl.
He adjusts his hips, experimenting with the pace, and when I cry out, my back arching sharply, he knows he's found it.
The alpha locks onto that rhythm, driving into me with deliberate, calculated precision.
He hits that glorious spot inside me over and over again, relentless and unyielding, watching me unravel beneath him.
My mouth falls open, silent screams tearing from my throat as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch.
He grinds deep, rotating his hips just right, and I shatter, my body convulsing around him as he forces me to the peak again.
"Such a good omega," he grits out as he squeezes my breasts. “You feel incredible.” His hips slam into me. “You were made for me, Tansy. So fucking perfect." He sets a relentless pace, the sound of wet skin slapping against skin filling the room.
I wrap my legs around his waist, holding on for dear life as he uses me, my body responding to his roughness with a flood of fresh slick, surrendering completely to his power.
The rhythm breaks as Grason’s control finally snaps.
He buries himself deep inside me one last time, his hips grinding flush against mine, then a guttural roar tears from his throat.
I feel him pulse inside me, hot and thick, his release coating my inner walls. The sensation is intense, a scorching flood of heat that fills me completely, triggering a primal satisfaction deep in my bones.
It feels right, as if my body was made to hold him, to take everything he has to give.
Once he finishes emptying himself into me, a desperate, aching need takes over.
I want his knot.
But there’s no swelling at the base of his cock. Nothing to catch at my entrance to stretch me wider.
My body craves it, desperate to be locked to him, to be tied so he can't escape.
I turn my head to the side, baring my neck to him instinctively, a silent plea for his mating bite. I need his teeth sinking into my skin, need to be claimed by him in every way possible. The urge is overwhelming, a hunger that matches the fire still burning in my blood.
“Please.” I wrap my arms around Grason’s neck, pulling him as close as I can.
My heart thunders as he lowers his head to my exposed throat, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.
I brace myself for the sharp pierce of his teeth, the claiming mark that will add his bond to Cass’s.
But instead, I feel the scrape of his fangs.
He drags them slowly over the sensitive skin of my scent gland, a teasing, dangerous pressure that sends shockwaves of electricity straight to my core.
It’s not the bite, but the promise of it, the primal threat of his dominance so close to the most vulnerable part of me.
The sensation is too much, a final trigger that shatters my remaining control.
My back arches off the bed, a silent scream tearing from my lips as I come again.
My inner walls clamp down around his cock, pulsing and rippling as the orgasm tears through me, violent and all-consuming. The grip is so tight, it forces another spurt of hot release from him, painting my insides even as he fights for breath.
"Fuck!," Grason curses, his voice strained as he tries to pull back against the vice-like suction of my body. "You're squeezing the hell out of me."
But I'm too far gone to care, spiraling out in the haze of pleasure and the phantom feeling of his mark, my entire existence focused on the weight of him and the ghost of his bite against my neck.