Chapter 37: 37: Beneath the Fangs

BELLE

In what felt like less than a second, I was lying flat on my back on a bed in one of the bedrooms, looking up at my mate on top of me.

I didn’t even have time to process before his hands were ripping my panties from my legs and launching them across the room, then shoving the skirt of my waitress uniform up around my waist.

He gripped my thighs and spread my legs open as wide as he could, his eyes immediately finding my needy pussy with a ravenous expression.

“You’re so wet for me,” he groaned, his chest heaving.

Right before I was ready to start begging again, his thumb parted my folds and then pressed down on my clit.

My entire body violently convulsed at the simple touch, nearly coming then and there. The shudder of pleasure that traveled through me was so intense that it had stars exploding behind my eyes.

“I know, baby,” Grayson said, still gently playing with my little bud of nerves. I writhed beneath him. “Fuck, you’re a fucking dream. I’ve got you, Belle. I’ve got you.”

The sparks of the mate bond only made the entire experience a million times more intense, traveling through me and adding to the pleasure.

Grayson knew exactly how to touch me, too, the exact right amount of pressure to add and then to take off to keep me in bliss.

My hips moved against his hand, chasing after the release I so desperately needed.

And when my movements became too much, Grayson growled and pinned me down with a hand on my stomach, shushing me with his deep voice.

I reached for him. I didn’t even know what I wanted, but thankfully, Grayson did and planted his lips over mine, automatically adding another level of intimacy. It made me feel drunk.

His finger left my clit, and I nearly cried out in dismay, but then it traveled lower and ever so slowly slid into my soaking wet hole. I jerked and squeezed my eyes shut at the sudden intrusion.

Grayson shushed my whines, giving me words of praise, breathing up against my neck, and licking my mark.

He started to thrust his thick middle finger in and out of my pussy in long, determined motions while his palm pressed up against my clit, playing with it at the same time.

“Moan for me, baby,” he ordered. “Moan for me, so I know where that sweet spot inside of you is. So that when I’m deep inside you for the first time, I’ll know exactly what spot to hit every. Single. Time.”

~Dear Lord.~

My mouth opened at his command, automatically doing as he told me. Whimpers of pure bliss spilled from my lips as he searched inside me with his hand.

Then he curled his finger, suddenly hitting a spot that nearly had me screaming.

He chuckled. “Found it.”

I realized then that he had been searching for my G-spot, something that I had never been able to locate (to be honest, I was starting to think I was one of those unfortunate girls who didn’t have one).

He was somehow able to find it in less than thirty seconds.

His finger began to brush up against the newfound erogenous zone with exact precision with every thrust as his palm continued to pet my clit.

Without warning, the claws of his other hand tore through my uniform and bra, leaving me naked beneath him, completely at his mercy.

His eyes found my breasts, seemingly mesmerized for several long moments as they bounced with his movements.

Then, before I even knew what was happening, his mouth latched onto one of my nipples, swirling his tongue around it and tugging on it with his teeth.

The hand that wasn’t currently thrusting in and out of me came up and kneaded the other one in his palm. My back arched, pushing myself closer to him.

I was losing my mind. I had never felt such pleasure.

I was a complete and utter mess beneath him, moaning and writhing against his hand, so close to the edge that I was starting to feel tingles in my hands and feet and crawling up my legs.

Grayson released my nipple from his mouth, leaning back.

“Eyes open,” he demanded, his words sounding more like a growl than anything else. “I want to see how those blue eyes turn glossy when I make what’s mine come for the first time.”

My eyelids flew open at his command, and I looked at him. I gasped.

Grayson was significantly bigger, his muscles straining against his stretched-out black T-shirt and jeans, his chest heaving with harsh growls, his eyes the deepest dark red I had ever seen them.

Although I knew that any other person would have been terrified by the sight in front of me, it only excited me and made my chest fill with love.

I wanted ~all~ of Grayson—vampire, wolf, and whatever else he could give me. And right now, he was giving me exactly that.

At the view of his sharp fangs peeking out from beneath his top lip, something inside of me turned desperate.

“Bite me,” I begged, pushing down against his hand. “Mark me again, Grayson. Please. Bite me.”

Grayson’s eyes flashed bright red and then pitch black.

His purring became so loud that it felt like the noise was bouncing off the walls, causing the whole room to vibrate and more of my arousal to leak from me and onto his hand.

And then his teeth were inside my flesh, sinking down into the spot on my neck where he had first marked me so many months ago.

That’s all it took for me to go over the edge.

I screamed out his name as my pussy clamped down on his finger, pulsing around him.

My eyes filled with bright light, my legs shook, and my heart lurched in my chest as wave after wave of pure bliss traveled through my body and completely consumed me.

It lasted for what felt like several minutes, and I could do nothing but lie there, panting Grayson’s name over and over again as he continued to draw out my orgasm for as long as possible.

His hand still moved against me, inside me, and his teeth were still lodged in my throat.

Several moments later, I finally came down from my high. Grayson removed his teeth from my neck, licking at the wound he had created with gentle laps, sure to clean up all of the blood.

His hand left my pussy, and I shuddered from the aftershocks.

When he pulled back to look at me, I noticed that he had some of my blood on his lips.

Even though that should have scared me—the fact that his vampire had just fed me while his wolf marked me as his own—it just felt right.

I couldn’t help but smile up at him as I watched him through hooded, satisfied eyes.

He didn’t return the smile. His expression was still intense, still hungry. I swallowed.

“Grayson?” I asked.

Without saying a word, he leaned down and kissed my belly button, his hands returning to grip my hips. I sat up on my elbows, looking down at him.

“What are you doing?”

His dark-red eyes looked up at me as he traveled down my torso with his lips, getting dangerously close to the location that was still tingling from the orgasm that he had given me just moments before.

His purring hadn’t calmed, and the sound had me unconsciously spreading my legs for him once again.

He wasn’t going to… Was he?

“Need to taste you, Belle,” was his reply, spoken against the skin of my thigh. “I’ve been starving for you.”

Hmm, I guess he was. Well, I guess he hadn’t eaten dinner, right?

I didn’t even get the chance to respond before his tongue slid over my slit. I fell back onto the bed, so sensitive down there that even that simple movement from his tongue had me jerking.

“Grayson…,” I moaned.

Grayson didn’t hesitate to suck my clit into his mouth, letting out a loud growl that mixed with his purrs and vibrated the little bud.

Holy shit, he was going to make me come again.

And that’s exactly what he did.

In mere moments I was thrown back into a pool of complete and utter bliss.

Only this time, my pleasure didn’t find its peak because the moment I started to come down, Grayson began to suck and flick his tongue more furiously against my pussy, thrusting a finger inside of me as well.

“Again,” he ordered, never looking away from my eyes as he continued to lap at me without mercy.

I started contracting around him once again. Sobs left me, and tears of pure satisfaction ran down my cheeks.

I writhed against him, pushing my core down against his mouth as I came, which he happily accepted, encouraging me with one hand still on my hip, leading my movements against him.

When the pleasure of my third orgasm finally began to fade, I slumped down against the bed, completely and utterly spent. My breathing was erratic, and my heart was going a mile a minute.

Grayson looked up at me with hooded eyes, and although he wasn’t actively trying to get me off anymore, he still continued to lick me. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, totally content.

When his tongue swept over my extremely sensitive clit, I whined, “Grayson… Stop,” and tried shoving his face away from me.

At last, he leaned back, smirking. His eyes finally returned to their forest-green color, his body shrinking to its normal size as his wolf and vampire retreated.

“If you didn’t look so tired and satisfied, I would make you come again. And again. Until you couldn’t take it anymore.”

“I already can’t take it anymore,” I replied.

He chuckled and stood up, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.

I couldn’t help my body’s reaction at the sight of his muscular chest and abs, my pussy tightening once again, and my heart rate escalating.

Grayson looked down at me with amusement, watching my chest heave and my legs squeeze together. “You sure about that, baby?”

I covered my face with my arms, pink staining my cheeks.

Grayson laughed once again. He positioned one of his knees on the mattress and leaned over me, placing a firm kiss on my forehead.

“You feel better now?” he whispered as he brushed my hair out of my face.

I nodded even as my face grew redder beneath my hands, still covering me.

“Good,” Grayson grunted, pleasure filling his tone. He kissed my forehead one more time, taking a moment to rub his nose against my hair and deeply inhale my scent before walking away from me.

I peeked out from under my arms to watch my shirtless mate walk to the bathroom connected to the room, feeling saliva pool in my mouth.

How the fuck was he so hot? It was like an Abercrombie and Fitch model had a baby with Chris Evans. Only he was hotter. And bigger. And sexier.

And—based on firsthand, recent experience—~seriously~ good with his tongue.

Grayson turned to look at me before entering the bathroom, catching me staring. He smirked and winked at me before turning away again.

Once he was out of sight, I groaned and turned on my side, stuffing my face in a pillow. I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was nearly three in the morning.

Just thinking about how late it was made me yawn and grab the blankets pooled at the edge of the mattress, pulling them up to my chin.

Before I could fall asleep, though, the covers were ripped from my body.

“Hey!” I whined. “What are you doing?”

Grayson was standing over me with what looked to be a washcloth in his hand. His eyes scanned my body as he climbed back onto the bed, kneeling next to me.

“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he said. He licked his lips and then tapped the side of my leg. “Open.”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Open your legs for me, beautiful. I might have done a good job down there with my mouth, but I still need to clean my baby up.”

“W—What?” I sputtered. Somehow, him…cleaning me felt far more intimate than what we had just done. “Absolutely not!”

Grayson’s lips turned up.

Then he started to purr.

To my absolute horror, my body started to heat up, and my legs opened wide on their own accord, basically inviting him in.

I gasped. “So not fair,” I mewled when he began wiping away the evidence of his saliva and my arousal with the warm washcloth.

His purrs soon became quiet, calming me instead of turning me on, and my eyes drifted shut.

Once satisfied, Grayson got up and threw the washcloth in the bathroom before returning to me. He silently removed his jeans and then crawled into bed, immediately pulling me into him.

I sighed and burrowed into his chest, decidedly the most content I had ever been in my entire life.

“What about you?” I whispered right before drifting off.

“What about me?”

“Do you want me to...?” I hoped he would know what I was talking about without me having to say it. I could feel his hardness against my thigh and knew it couldn’t be comfortable.

He chuckled. “No. Not tonight, baby.”

“But that’s not fair to you. Are you sure?” I yawned.

“I’m sure. Real men don’t keep score.”

“Okay,” I murmured, choosing not to argue with him since I was already half asleep. I would make it up to him later.

“I love you, Belle.” He pulled me closer to him, not an inch of space between us. “Sleep.”

And I did.