Chapter 18 #3
Only when she’s melting against me, her hands clutching my shoulders instead of resisting, do I lift her off the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively as I carry her down the hallway, careful not to make too much noise. The bedroom door closes quietly behind us.
I lay her down on the bed and follow her, covering her body with mine. She immediately reaches for me, her hands sliding under my shirt, trying to pull it off as she arches up to kiss my neck and chest.
“Grayson…” There’s a breathless hint of protest in her voice.
I catch her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, kissing her slowly until she softens again. “Let me take care of you tonight.”
I strip her tank top off, revealing her breasts.
A low groan escapes me at the sight. I cup them in both hands, squeezing gently, feeling their softness and weight.
I lean down and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking slowly at first, then deeper, swirling my tongue around the tight peak while my hand kneads the other breast, thumb brushing over her nipple until she arches beneath me.
I switch sides, lavishing the same attention on her other breast—licking, sucking, and grazing my teeth lightly while my free hand continues to caress and squeeze. Her breathing grows ragged, her chest rising and falling quickly under my mouth.
My hand slides down her stomach and into her shorts. I push her panties aside and stroke her folds, finding her slick and ready. Slowly, I ease one thick finger inside her.
Miranda gasps sharply, her back arching off the bed. “Oh—”
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I rasp against her breast. My wolf shoves up under my skin at the feel of her clenching around my finger, a low growl building before I can swallow it back. “So wet. So tight around just one finger I can barely move.”
She lets out a shaky moan, her thighs trembling as she instinctively tries to rock against my hand. Her breathing turns uneven, little whimpers slipping from her lips every time I curl my finger.
My mouth finds her collarbone. The pulse point above it is so close I can feel it under my lips. My wolf strains toward it. I drag my mouth lower instead.
I add a second finger, pushing in slowly, stretching her. Miranda’s eyes flutter shut, and she bites her lip hard, a broken sound escaping her throat. Her walls clench tightly around my fingers, almost pulsing.
“Grayson…” she whimpers, her voice wrecked.
My wolf presses against the inside of my ribs, pushing me to take more. I drag my mouth down the valley between her breasts. “That’s it. Feel how tight you are. You’re squeezing my fingers so perfectly. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
I pump my fingers deeper, curling them with every stroke while my thumb finds her clit, circling it slowly.
Miranda’s hips jerk, her head falling back against the pillow as soft, desperate moans spill from her.
Her hands strain against my hold, trying to reach for me, her nails lightly scraping my shoulders as she loses herself in the sensation.
As the pleasure builds higher, she starts reaching for me more frantically, her lips brushing desperately against my collarbone and chest, trying to pull me closer, her body writhing under me.
I don’t let her.
I pin her wrists back above her head with both hands, using my weight to hold her down while I work her open until her moans turn broken and her thighs shake. My wolf is pacing the inside of my chest, drunk on her scent.
Only then do I pull my fingers out. I quickly remove the rest of her clothes and shed my own. I settle between her thighs, my cock heavy and aching. I rub the head along her slick folds, teasing her until she whimpers.
“Look at me,” I say softly.
When her eyes meet mine, hazy with need, I push inside her in one slow, deep thrust. She tenses at the stretch, fingers digging into my shoulders.
I stay still, buried to the hilt, kissing her gently until her body relaxes around me.
My wolf growls with raw possessiveness at how perfectly she grips me.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her lips. “Just feel me.”
I start moving—deep, rolling thrusts that keep her pinned beneath me.
Every time she tries to lift her hips or pull me closer with her hands, I press her down harder into the mattress, taking her exactly how I need to.
My mouth returns to her breasts as I thrust, sucking and licking while I drive into her again and again, deep and steady.
The pleasure builds until she comes apart beneath me, clenching tightly around my cock with a broken cry of my name. The feeling sends me over the edge right after her. I bury myself as deep as I can and release inside her with a low, guttural growl, my wolf roaring in triumph.
I stay there for a long moment, breathing hard against her neck. Then I slowly pull out of her. Before she can catch her breath, I flip her over onto her stomach, my hands gripping her hips.
“I’m just getting started,” I murmur against her ear, my voice dark and hungry.