Chapter 12
I REALLY SHOULD INSIST THAT YOU STOP.
The strong, even thumping of Grayson's heart beat filled my mind. I lay cuddled against him, his strong arms wrapped around me protectively. The gentle rise and fall of his chest soothed me as we basked in each other's presence.
I sighed, feeling content for the first time in what seemed like forever.
But my demonic nature wouldn't allow this serenity to last. Worse than that, it would surge and cause some kind of issue when we bonded.
It had happened every time so far, so I didn't expect less this time.
The only unanswered question was what flavor of chaos my powers would unleash.
A surge of lustful pheromones coursed through me, intensifying my desire for Grayson tenfold. I could feel him reacting to it, his body tensing beneath me.
"Fuck, Parker, do you feel that?" His voice was strained, his eyes clouded with an all-consuming hunger. "It's… intoxicating."
I felt a frenzy of emotions welling up inside me, threatening to consume us both.
But instead of succumbing to the raging fire, Grayson leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine, his kiss tender and full of love.
The sensation was bittersweet, teasing my heightened senses but never fully satisfying my craving for more.
Gathering my courage, I climbed onto him, straddling his hips, feeling the hard evidence of his desire pressing against me.
My hands traced the contours of his chest, fingers lingering on the smooth skin before finally resting over his heart.
I gazed into his stormy gray eyes, searching for any sign that he was as lost in this moment as I was.
Our connection deepened, and a torrent of emotions, desires, and needs flowed between us, communicated through his telepathic powers.
It was as if our very souls were intertwined, each whisper of longing echoing through the depths of our beings, even though the mate bond wasn't in place yet.
I could feel the raw intensity of Grayson's need, his every thought focused on claiming me as his own.
"Grayson," I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of my desire. "I need you… more than I've ever needed anything."
Leaning down, I kissed Grayson, my lips finding his with a hunger that had been building since our first encounter.
Each of my relationships with my mates felt distinctly different, and the connection I shared with Grayson was no exception.
He deepened the kiss, lacing his fingers in my hair and pulling me closer, as if he wanted to consume me entirely.
"Grayson," I murmured breathlessly as I pulled away from the kiss, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "I think I owe you a little payback for what you did to me in the shower yesterday."
His eyes widened slightly at my words, but his grin matched mine.
As I slid down his legs, my hands deliberately caught the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough so they snagged on his knees.
I pinned them to the bed with my body weight, my eyes locked on his hard cock, eager for a taste.
"Wait, Parker," Grayson protested, his voice a mix of arousal and determination. "It's my job to pleasure you, not the other way around."
"Maybe," I replied with a wicked smile, "but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself too."
And with that, I lowered my head, my tongue teasing the tip of his cock as Grayson's protestations turned into moans of pleasure.
I reveled in the taste of him, the unique combination of salt and musk that was undeniably Grayson.
The sounds of his pleasure only spurred me on, driving me to take him deeper into my mouth, my hands gripping his thighs for leverage as I devoured him.
"Fuck, Parker," Grayson groaned, gripping the sheets, knuckles white with the effort to maintain control. "You don't have to... I really should insist that you stop."
"Should've thought of that before you mercilessly tortured me in the shower," I retorted, then closed my lips around Grayson's hard cock again.
His protests transformed into a strangled noise as he gripped a handful of my hair, his other arm propping up his head to watch me better.
Grayson's gray eyes were dark with lust, and as he nodded his consent, the last of his hesitation vanished.
"Ah, fuck," he groaned, and I reveled in the sounds of his pleasure. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock, watching every reaction on his face. His eyes never left mine, their stormy gray hue darkening with lust.
The intensity of Grayson's gaze only served to turn me on more, making me determined to have this moment of payback.
But then his lips curled into a wicked grin, and a sudden sensation jolted through me.
It felt like his tongue was teasing my clit…
but how was that possible when his mouth was nowhere near me? Oh, right, his devious telekinesis.
"Grayson!" I gasped around his cock, my voice caught between pleasure and indignation. "What the hell? This is supposed to be revenge."
He chuckled, his telekinetic power unabated as it continued to mimic the feel of his tongue on my clit. "All's fair in love and war, sweetheart."
"Damn you," I muttered, feeling myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The conflicting emotions of wanting to exact my revenge while succumbing to the incredible sensations he created within me were maddening. But I refused to give in so easily.
"Two can play this game," I warned him, doubling my efforts on his cock. I sucked harder, using my hand to stroke what my mouth couldn't reach. Grayson's breath hitched, and for a moment, the telekinetic ministrations faltered.
"Fuck, Parker," he rasped, trying to regain control. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Only if you don't admit defeat," I challenged, locking my eyes with his.
"Never," Grayson whispered, his voice strained but defiant. "I'll show you what true pleasure feels like, even if it's the last thing I do."
"Bring it on," I dared him, my determination unwavering as we embarked on this sensual battle of wills.
His power gently massaged my asshole, sending me into a frenzy.
I couldn't help but let out a choked moan as Grayson's telekinesis continued to tease my clit as well.
The pleasure was driving me wild, and I found myself taking his cock deeper into my throat, gagging as I tried to keep up with the intensity of the sensations coursing through me.
"You feel so good," Grayson groaned, his body tensing beneath me. I could feel him struggling to hold back, and it only spurred me on further.
"Are you enjoying this?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper as our gazes remained locked on each other.
"More than anything," he admitted, his breathing ragged. "But you know what I want even more?"
"What?" I managed to gasp out, my body practically trembling with anticipation.
"I want to feel you come on my cock before I even think about coming myself."
"Grayson!" I scolded, even as my arousal flared even hotter at the thought. "You're really something, aren't you?"
"Guilty as charged," he grinned, his eyes never leaving mine as I began to crawl up his body. Positioning myself above him, I slowly sank down onto his cock, relishing the way he made tortured noises with each excruciatingly slow inch that filled me.
"Fuuuck," he breathed out as I finally took him all the way to the base, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "You feel so fucking amazing."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," I teased, though I couldn't deny the truth in his words.
And then I noticed that his telekinetic teasing hadn't stopped…
If anything, it had picked up pace, making it increasingly difficult for me to hold back my orgasm.
The combined sensation on my clit, asshole, and his cock deep inside of me was overwhelmingly divine.
"Grayson, you're obsessed with making me come first," I accused, trying to catch my breath as I started to ride him, feeling his cock hit all the right spots.
"Is that so bad?" he asked with a wicked grin, his fingers digging into my hips as I moved above him. "I just want you to feel as good as possible."
"Then maybe you should stop teasing me and just let us both come together," I suggested, biting my lip as I fought to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to consume me.
"Fine," he conceded, his voice heavy with lust. "But only because I can't wait any longer to feel you come undone around me."
His eyes locked onto mine. Grayson's determination to bring me to the edge of pleasure was as intoxicating as it was maddening. I glared at him, my nails digging into his chest as his telekinetic teasing sent wave after wave of heat through my core.
"Damn you," I whispered hoarsely, feeling my orgasm building with an intensity I could no longer hold back. Grayson's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he murmured softly, "Come for me, Parker."
As if on command, my body exploded in ecstasy, my muscles tightening around him as I cried out in release.
Grayson held me close, his voice never faltering as he talked me through my pleasure and expressed his affection for me.
"That's it, give into it. You deserve every bit of this pleasure and then some. "
"Grayson," I protested weakly as the waves subsided, "you haven't come yet." He just smiled, gently stroking my hair.
"I wanted to make sure you were well satisfied first," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability slipping into his gaze. "I'm kind of obsessed with watching and listening to you orgasm."
His words, the raw honesty and love behind them, stirred something within me, and I found myself craving more.
I couldn't deny that I needed him, his touch, his affection.
And so, without waiting for him to take over, I quickened my pace, grinding and rolling my hips as I rode him with renewed passion.
"Not fair," Grayson gasped, his head dropping back as he fought to hold back his own release. Driven by my desire to share this moment with him, I hooked my feet over his thighs, changing the angle and giving me more leverage to drive him wild.
"Look at me," I commanded, wrapping my hand behind his neck and tilting his head so our eyes met once more. His gray gaze was filled with lust and love, and I knew that we were both teetering on the precipice of the mating bond forming between us, forever linking us together.
"Grayson, play with my clit while I ride you.
Don't hold back any longer," I demanded, my voice trembling with desire.
"I can't go on without a mate bond between us.
" As I said the words, I knew that they were true…
I wanted all of my mates, but right now, I needed Grayson more than anything.
I craved the connection that only he could provide.
His fingers replaced his powers, playing with my clit, sending shivers up my spine.
More of his energy pressed at my ass, teasing me before what felt like a plug slipped inside, causing me to mewl in pleasure.
His telekinesis also went to my nipples, stimulating them as his fingers sank into my hips, taking control and driving me wild.
"Oh, my God!" I gasped as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. The intensity of his touch, both physical and psychic, left me teetering on the edge of ecstasy, desperate for another release that only he could provide.
"Come for me," Grayson urged, his voice gritty with need. "Don't you dare hold back. I want everything you have to give when you come."
"Grayson, please," I cried out, desperate for the release that only he could give me. "I need to come right now!"
"Come now, bond us together," he growled back, his voice full of lust and determination. "I want to feel you clamp down on my cock again, your thighs locking around my hips as I fuck you into oblivion."
His words, combined with the relentless onslaught of pleasure from his psychic abilities, pushed me to the edge. My body tensed, ready to explode.
"Grayson!" I screamed as my orgasm crashed into me, wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through my entire body. My muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and I felt Grayson shudder beneath me as his own climax hit him.
He roared, his grip on my hips tightening as we rode out our pleasure together.
My body finally went limp, and I collapsed onto Grayson's chest, spent and gasping for breath. His fingers gently stroked my hair and traced patterns along my sweat-slicked skin.
"God, you're so beautiful, Parker," he murmured softly, his voice full of wonder and love.
But our peaceful moment was shattered by a sudden sonic boom that rocked the room.
Lights flickered wildly, and the sound left my ears ringing.
Panic surged through me as I realized my demonic powers had once again surged from the bond.
I figured they would, but hoped it wouldn't be anything too bad.
"Shit!" Grayson cursed, hastily pulling a blanket over our naked bodies as alarms blared throughout the house. The door to my room slammed open, and Ro appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and anger.
"Dammit, Parker!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the sound of the alarms. "What the hell have you done now?! And how?"
His voice was a mixture of anger and concern, but I was too dazed to even begin to understand what his issue was or how he'd even gotten here.