8. CHAPTER 8
Neither one of us says a word during what must be the longest elevator ride of my life. Grayden doesn’t let go of my hand, rubbing his thumb against the palm of my hand in slow, sensual movements.
Without letting go of my hand, he pulls out his keycard from his suit’s inside pocket. A quick scan, a high beep, and we’re in.
The flowery scent fills my nostrils, bringing a smile to my lips. I still can’t believe the level of thoughtfulness Grayden portrayed. Even now, he’s going straight into the bedroom, leaving the door open between the living room for me to see him, and taking the bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket.
“I’m surprised it didn’t melt,” I muse. We’ve been gone for several hours, and yet, the bottle isn’t dripping.
“They came to replace it,” he says without missing a beat. “I wanted it cold and refreshing for when we came back.”
“Oh,” I breathe and smile as he gestures for me to join him on the sofa.
“There are two glasses by the vase behind you,” he says as he peels away the protection around the bottle’s opening.
I turn around, and true to his word, the two champagne glasses are where he said they’d be. I take them and hold them in my lap, waiting for him to finish opening the champagne.
“Here we go,” Grayden announces, his beautiful dark eyes locking onto mine as a slow grin appears on his face.
Grayden manages to keep any of the liquid spilling from the bottle, carefully controlling the pressure. With a muffled pop, the champagne opens. I hold out the glasses and he fills them both up to the brim.
“To us!” Grayden says, lifting his glass to mine. “The best fake couple that ever existed.”
“Definitely the one with the most chemistry, too,” I joke, then quickly bite my lip, realizing that I’ve said it out loud. I must be a little more buzzed than I thought.
“And sexual tension,” Grayden replies without missing a beat, a sparkle in his dark eyes.
I raise my brow, a corner of my mouth lifting as I clink my glass with his. After taking a sip, he makes himself comfortable on the sofa, resting one hand over its back and putting one leg up in between us. Somehow, this position manages to bring him closer, but I don’t let him rattle me. That is until he speaks again.
“I knew about your bra, but when were you going to tell me that you’re not wearing any underwear?” Grayden asks, his voice low and thick.
The second sip of champagne that I’ve just taken gets down the wrong pipe. I cough hard and my entire face turns red. Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with my efforts to catch my breath.
“What makes you think that?” I ask when I stop coughing. Dread fills me as I wonder if my boss has noticed it too. What the fuck was I thinking?
“So, it’s true,” Grayden says with a chuckle. “I wasn’t sure until now, but your face doesn’t lie. I guess there’s more to you than meets the eye.”
As he says that, he lifts his brow and lowers his eyes to my lap where I’m clutching my glass of champagne so hard that it’s a miracle it doesn’t break. He takes another sip, then sets his glass on the table before reaching over to take mine and setting it next to his.
I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow, he managed to move even closer. His leg presses against my thigh and he gently takes my chin, applying just enough pressure to get me to turn my head his way. His pupils are dilated, and he bites his lower lip as it spreads into a sensual smile.
“You can stop me any time you want,” he tells me with a thick voice.
When I don’t say anything, he leans forward and fully closes the distance between us, pressing his lips to mine. I respond, my own lips parting, inviting him in. He doesn’t hesitate as he gently, almost tentatively slides his tongue in, letting me taste him. I moan into his mouth, and as if that’s the sign we’ve both been waiting for, we unleash each other onto one another.
Without breaking the kiss, I push myself upward and climb onto his lap. Grayden’s hands roam down my back. I bury my fingers into his hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer as my tongue dances with his to the beats of our passion.
Grayden slides his mouth down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. I tip my head back to give him better access, and the movement rubs me against his hardening erection. He groans against my skin, then slightly thrusts his hips up as if in warning.
As he nibbles and sucks on my skin, a steady heat begins to spread throughout my body. Every kiss sends shivers all the way down my spine. My body’s trembling and aching for more of him. More of his touch.
As if sensing my need, Grayden grabs my ass and pulls me tight against him, so I can feel his cock through our clothes again. I moan and wiggle my hips a little, and he tips his head back, his eyes closed shut. My nimble fingers do a quick job with the bow tie before unbuttoning his shirt with lightning speed. He leans forward, shrugging the shirt along with the jacket off his shoulders. I carelessly throw it behind him, not caring that those two pieces probably cost more than I earn in a year.
Grayden pulls me against him, and I run my hands down his back, tracing his strong muscles under his bare skin. He unzips the back of my dress and slides it down to my waist, watching the skin that’s revealed along the way.
A guttural sound escapes his lips when my perky breasts come into view. He reaches for them. I moan as he feels, caresses, and squeezes first one and then the other. His mouth is now on my earlobe, teasing several pleasure points at the same time.
“I’m going to show you what being with a real man feels like,” he breathes into my ear.
I’m not sure what he means by that, but I like his enthusiasm. I double like his effort when he moves his mouth to my breasts, trailing his lips and tongue towards my aching nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he lightly teases me before sucking hard, then back to playing with his tongue. He gently bites down, making me squirm and moan in unexpected pleasure. He repeats the same thing on my other nipple, giving it equal attention.
Lifting me off his lap, he lays me back on the sofa. I hold my hips up to help him as he pulls the dress off me, leaving me completely naked except for the shoes, which don’t really count for anything. His dark eyes zero in on my shaved pussy. With a smug grin, he pushes my thighs apart to take a better look.
“You’re so wet for me,” he says with a hint of approval in his tone.
Grayden leans down and eases my lower lips apart with his fingers. I moan and move my hips, wanting more. He obliges to a degree and buries his head between my thighs, but only to continue teasing me with light licks.
“Grayden,” I complain in between moans.
He chuckles softly, his hot breath tickling the places I want him the most. I groan in frustration when he continues to avoid them.
He takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent. “You smell like flowers.”
“Grayden,” I beg.
Finally, he moves his tongue to my clit, alternating between circling it and caressing it with long strokes. I let out the loudest moan yet, my hips jumping at the contact. His fingers are playing with my hole, which is growing wetter by the second. He slides one in a little, then adds a second. I press a cushion against my mouth to muffle my moans as he finger fucks me while licking, nibbling, and sucking on my clit.
“My turn,” I groan, wanting to feel him next.
I sit up and slide to my knees on the floor in front of him. He smiles as I unbutton his pants and slowly lower his zipper, feeling the hardness beneath. Grayden lifts his hips so I can pull down the pants along with his boxers, finally revealing his cock. I eagerly grasp his erection in my hand and bring the tip of its head to my waiting mouth. With my tongue, I tease the top of it a bit before sliding my lips as far onto him as I can. Sucking up, then back down again. Grayden buries his fingers into my hair, thrusting his hips with my rhythm.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You have to stop.”
When I don’t immediately obey, he pulls me off him. I laugh as he puts his hands under my arms to pull me up into his lap. Grayden holds his cock upright as I straddle him. As I lower my dripping pussy, he guides his throbbing erection into me. We both moan as he slides in and fills me up.
There’s a wild frenzy in his eyes as they lock on mine. He grabs the back of my head and pulls his lips to mine again. I return the kiss just as passionately and feverishly. My hips slowly grind on him, making us both crazy.
Soon, I can’t take the teasing anymore. I put one hand on each side of his head, grabbing the back of the couch for support as I ride him. His cock is deep inside me, fucking me with every thrust. My climax is building up. I’m getting closer. The orgasm is rushing up and through my body with every move I make.
When I open my eyes, his are already locked on mine. It’s the last push that I need to finally get the release. As my pussy convulses around his cock, I know for sure that he’s done as well. He groans and lets himself go, shooting up his load deep inside me.
Spent and satisfied, I lean forward, resting my head on his shoulder as we wait for our heartbeats to slow and our breathing to return to normal. It’s then that I realize that we didn’t use any protection. I don’t want to ruin the moment, so I just make a mental note to brew myself a potion tomorrow evening when I’m back at home.
“We should probably go to bed,” Grayden says into my neck. I only squeeze him tighter, showing him the reluctance to move. He chuckles softly. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll carry you.”
He lowers his arms down to my ass and lifts me up enough for his cock to slide out of me. I moan at the friction. The entire area is highly sensitive. He wraps his arms around me and stands up as if I weigh nothing. I put my legs around his waist, soaking in his hard muscles against me.
“I would fuck you all night long,” he purrs when he gently sets me on the bed covered with rose petals. “I would make you moan my name. I would make you experience orgasm after orgasm, each more powerful than the one before. I would do all that and much more.”
“But?” I challenge, sensing that’s where he’s going with it.
Grayden gives me a small smile, his body pressing against me. The mattress sinks under our weight. His cock is nestled between my thighs, and I wrap my legs tighter around him to bring him even closer. He trails a finger down the side of my face as if mapping it. His eyes follow its path, shining with a hint of what looks a lot like sadness.
“But,” he repeats and lowers his lips to my earlobe. His hot breath tickles me, making it hard to concentrate on his next words. “Humans are fragile and there’s only so much I can do to not fuck you like the animal I am.”
A whole set of warning bells sound in my head, but I firmly push them down, determined to ignore what they’re telling me. It’d be impossible anyway. Wolves rarely go anywhere near humans. There’s no way Grayden is one of them. He never acted superior to me, and he didn’t insult any of my friends. He’s a human. Has to be. Anything else would be too complicated. Even more than me being with a human.
I don’t let myself dwell on the possibilities and close my eyes, letting myself focus solely on Grayden’s nibbling and teasing. His weight on me, his bare skin against mine, and his hard parts against my softest ones. That’s all I need. That’s all I want.
Or so I’d thought.
Apparently, there’s another thing I need more. My body practically demands it.
Grayden softly chuckles and props himself on his elbows to look me in the eyes. My vision is a bit blurry, and the grin on his face only makes my embarrassment worse.
“I don’t know whether to be offended or not,” he teases. “I’ve never had a girl yawn while we were in a position like this.”
My eyes widen and I bury my face in my hands. “I’m so sorry,” I tell him through my hands. “I swear it has nothing to do with you. In fact, it’s a testament to your impressive skills that I’m still awake in the first place.”
It’s a miracle considering that I didn’t even need to drink an energy potion. Of course, I don’t tell him that part.
Grayden shifts his weight to his left elbow, then uses his right hand to gently pry my hands away from my face. I let out a heavy sigh, then open my eyes to look at him. His caring expression softens his hard edges. Tentatively, I reach my hand up and gently rub his stubble. He turns his head to the side and kisses my palm.
“I heard Jessica and Melissa complain about staff shortages. I don’t need to be a genius to put two and two together,” he says. “You’ve been working a lot more than a human should. It’s time for you to get some sleep. No alarm, no distractions.”
There’s that unusual way of mentioning humans again. Maybe it’s just his way of talking. I push the thought deep down, not wanting to even think about it.
“Are you staying with me?” I ask, caught off guard by how much I want him to say yes.
“I did say no distractions,” he muses, then lowers his head and kisses the top of my nose. “As long as I behave, we should be fine.”
My heart skips a beat and I smile. This is already turning out to be the best weekend ever, which says a lot because I didn’t even want to attend the gala in the first place.
“Hold tight,” he tells me.
I obey, wrapping my hands around his neck and my legs around his torso. He lifts himself up onto his knees, his arms around me to support my weight. With impressive skill, Grayden moves us higher up the bed and even manages to slide the blanket to the side before gently putting me on the sheets and covering me with that same blanket.
“I’ll be right back,” he says and gets up to go to the toilet.
The muscles in his firm ass move with every step he takes. His back is strong and toned. In my eyes, he’s the pure definition of perfection. I let out a low teasing whistle. He throws me a smirk over his shoulder.
“Go to sleep,” he orders, and though his voice is gentle, it’s also full of authority.
Tired as I am, I bury my cheek into the pillow. While I have the full intention to wait for him, the bed is just too damn comfortable for me to resist its pull any longer. My mind is already half adrift when Grayden joins me under the covers and pulls me close to him. Our naked bodies intertwine, and our hearts beat as one.
Even though I’m not at home, it’s the safest I’ve ever felt. Grayden’s presence has that effect on me. He has that special something. He is my last thought before a peaceful darkness claims me.