22. CHAPTER 22
Though my body is tired, I can’t help but feel a giddy sort of excitement as I’m getting closer to the apartment. The knowledge that Grayden is waiting for me makes me want to tell the taxi driver to speed up, but it would be foolish. Safety comes first, which means I should swallow my impatience for another few minutes.
When I reach the door, I take out the key to unlock it but before I can do it, it swings open. My eyebrows fly high up on my forehead and my lips curl up in a wide smile when Grayden’s handsome face looks back at me. Besides him being naked, it’s the first time I’ve seen him out of his usual suit. Instead, he’s wearing a light blue cashmere sweater that highlights his muscles, and dark jeans that hang deliciously around his waist.
“Honey, I’m home,” I joke, but my heart skips a beat when I say it.
Grayden pulls me into his strong arms and presses his mouth against me. I faintly hear the door closing, but the sound is soon forgotten because he uses his tongue to coax a low whimper out of me.
“Welcome home, baby,” he murmurs against my lips, a small smile playing on his mouth.
I’m so glad that he’s holding me up because my legs are seriously weak right now. This is everything I didn’t know I wanted. Coming home to him is the best thing ever.
“I made you dinner,” Grayden tells me as he takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen. “It was my first time following a recipe, so don’t get your hopes up.”
“It’s the thought that counts,” I reply, meaning it. “Besides, we can always order a pizza.”
“Thank God for that,” he says with an easy smile.
The table is already set. He even lit up a candle and opened a bottle of wine. It’s all incredibly romantic.
“Sit,” he orders gently, and I obey.
My eyes are glued to him as he moves around the kitchen. He seems comfortable enough in it. It’s clear that he already familiarized himself with the cupboards.
“How was your day?” he asks, his muscular back turned to me as he plates the food. Fuck, these pants make his ass look so hot.
“Long, but good,” I reply. “We didn’t lose any of the mass casualty patients. It was touch-and-go for a few of them for a while, but fortunately, they all pulled through.”
“It sounds like something worth celebrating,” he tells me, turning to me with a plate in each hand. “Days like these shouldn’t be taken for granted.”
I nod and smile when he puts one plate in front of me. My smile widens even further when I see what he cooked.
“What?” he asks with a smirk. “Don’t tell me you were expecting something more elaborate. I told you it was my first time following a recipe. We’ll build up to that.”
“It’s perfect,” I tell him, then take a small bite of the pasta. “Mmm. It’s good. Vodka sauce?”
“Yes,” he confirms with a grin. He tries a bite from his own plate, then nods in approval. “I did well.”
“You did,” I agree, then hold out my glass for him when he picks up the bottle of wine. “How was your day?”
Grayden’s face unexpectedly lights up. When he’s done filling our glasses, he sets the bottle down, and turns his full attention to me.
“I spent most of it at the Grey Manor because I got a call from Garren,” he says, and I raise my brow in surprise. “I know, I know. My reaction was the same.”
“Is everything okay?” I ask, though I suspect that his expression would be different if something bad had happened.
“Better than that,” Grayden says, then pauses long enough to take a bite and chew. I do the same, waiting for him to swallow, so he can continue. “Gavin and Garren suggested that we create a joint task force with the sole responsibility of keeping peace. They left it up to you and me to come up with possible names to use.”
“That’s a great idea,” I say, already seeing the possibilities of things that a team of witches and wolves could do. “We could organize them like the humans have their police system. They’d be put together in mixed pairings to assure fair and equal treatment of both species.”
“It would also give you enough freedom that you can keep doing your work at the hospital,” Grayden tells me, touching the burden that’s been weighing on me. “I know how much you love it. You’d only be called in for special events.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, holding my breath. When he nods, I smile in relief. “Thank you.”
“We all deserve to follow our dreams,” he tells me. “I didn’t know what mine was until all this began. Oh, and Gavin told me that Leia was very excited to be able to start up her charity projects again. I’m sure that once her maternity leave ends, she’ll be a big part of this.”
“When is she due?”
“Any day now,” Grayden replies and shakes his head. “I can’t believe I’m going to be an uncle.”
“And one day a dad,” I reply with a coy smile.
Grayden chuckles softly. A spark in his eyes ignites the flame when he looks at me. He slowly sets down his cutlery and gives me a seductive smile. “How about we finish this later?”
I follow his lead, setting down my own knife and fork. I tilt my head to the side and furrow my brows, feigning ignorance. “What for?”
The corners of Grayden’s mouth further lift into a slow, arrogant grin. He stands up and walks up to me, offering me his hand. The butterflies in my stomach flutter when I take it, allowing him to pull me to my feet. I follow Grayden to the bedroom where he gently lays me on the bed.
“I would very much like to continue where we left off,” he says as he hovers over me, his face inches from mine. “What do you think?”
“I think,” I say and swallow hard. “That leaving things unfinished isn’t something we should teach our kids.”
Grayden chuckles. The low sound sends shivers down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He lowers his lips just beneath my earlobe.
“I agree,” he whispers against my skin. “Now, where were we?”
It’s as if some invisible barrier has been broken, shattering all my self-control. I wrap my legs around Grayden’s waist, pulling him closer. His cock presses against my pussy. He’s already hard, his member struggling against the confines of his clothes. My pussy is just as soaked, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the spot could be visible through my scrubs.
Grayden kisses me like there’s no tomorrow. Our mouths connect with passion, and our tongues dance with fervor. He uses one arm to support himself up, but his other hand freely roams down the side of my body. I’m more eager to grab his firm ass and pull him as close as possible.
“Wait,” Grayden mutters and climbs off me.
The look on his face is feral and full of lust. He starts taking his clothes off, and I do the same with unequaled eagerness. When he’s done, he returns to bed, but this time I push him to the side and climb on top of him.
Needing him right here and now, I position his hard cock and rub my bare pussy up and down its hilt. It’s just enough to lube him before I hold it up and lower myself down onto it. His thickness fills me up as I go lower and lower until he’s fully in.
Grayden groans when I begin to move back and forth. I lean back and reach around with my hands to rub and play with his balls. He grabs my hips for balance and joins me when we begin to build up speed. We fuck each other harder and faster. We do it with desperation as if it’s our first time and enjoy it as if it’s our last. It’s the perfect combination.
With one hand still massaging his balls, I use my other one to rub my clit. We’re both getting closer to an orgasm. Grayden’s eyes blur over and he grits his teeth. He thrusts his hips harder, stronger, faster, and with intensity like never before. He’s burying his cock as deep as it goes, hitting my most sensitive spot over and over again.
“Grayden!” I cry out at the same time that he sits up and pushes his cock into me even deeper, touching my spot at a new angle.
He thrusts once, twice, three more times before he follows me into an orgasmic oblivion with an animalistic growl. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts against his face.
I’m not sure how long we stay like this, but it’s the most intimate moment we’ve shared. In the silence, we simply exist. There’s no need for declarations of love because we can both feel it. This is special. We are above all the laws that our species believed to be true when it came to mating.
This time it’s Grayden’s phone that interrupts us. He groans in frustration, but I give him a quick kiss on the cheek before climbing off him. My pussy is still reeling with the phantom sensation of his cock inside me.
“Hello?” Grayden answers, then pauses to listen. His eyes widen to comical proportions. “We’re on our way.”
“What is it?” I ask when he hangs up and starts picking up our clothes off the floor. “Who was on the phone?”
“We have to get dressed,” he tells me with a smile as he hands me my stuff. “Gavin called to say that Leia’s water broke. I’m going to be an uncle!”