Chapter 48: 48: Primal Instincts

GRAYSON

Belle was restless.

It was nearly one in the morning, and although she had drifted off a few times, she kept waking up and shifting against me anxiously.

I fished through her emotions through the bond, trying to decipher what had her so worked up, but there was nothing too out of the ordinary.

I felt her worry over Azazel being nearby and about returning to my pack tomorrow, but I also felt her trust in me returning. She felt safe with me. She knew I wasn’t going to let anyone or anything hurt her.

She was also exhausted. Her body was still healing from the starving bond, and although she was slowly getting better, it was taking it out of her.

So why the hell was she still awake?

She was hiding something from me. I could feel it. There was some imperceptible emotion rolling through her—one she didn’t want me to know about and was keeping locked up.

As annoying as that was, I pushed my irritation down. I would talk to her about it tomorrow. I didn’t want to keep her from getting sleep.

My vampire purred for her at a low frequency, not loud enough for her to notice, but enough to hopefully help her relax.

I was happy to do this for her all night if she needed it; I didn’t plan on sleeping tonight, wanting to stay alert in case anything happened.

But the way she continued to shift and rub against me nearly had me pinning her down and fucking the living shit out of her. It was getting harder and harder to keep my wolf under control.

As the purrs rolled over her, Belle softened and pressed back against me. I was wrapped around her from behind, with her tucked into me, our legs tangled together under the sheets.

I had to hold in a deep snarl when she rubbed her little ass up against my hard-as-rock cock, murmuring something incomprehensible in her half-asleep state. Then she stilled. Her breathing slowed.

Just as I thought she had finally nodded off, she huffed and flipped her body around so she was facing me, nuzzling her face into my bare chest and neck.

I froze when she threw one of her legs over my hip, pressing her pussy up against my cock. Only her sweatpants and my boxers separated us from being skin-to-skin.

And then she started to move. And grind.

My whole body lit on fire.

They weren’t large movements—they were small and fueled by sleep. Filled with innocence. She didn’t know what she needed or even that she was doing it, just that it felt good.

And then I realized what was going on, why she was having such a hard time falling asleep, why she was keeping her emotions under lock and key, and why she couldn’t stop wiggling her supple body against me.

She was horny.

Yes, my girl was so turned on it was keeping her awake. The bond was getting to her the same way it was getting to me.

That realization nearly killed me. It was one thing for me to go without, but my mate?

~Fuck. That.~

If she needed release, I was going to give it to her.

My hand traveled up her spine until I was gripping the back of her neck, squeezing it. Belle sucked in a small breath, her hip movements rolling to a stop.

“Did I wake you up?” Belle whispered into the darkness.

“No,” I replied, my voice deep and hoarse. “You didn’t.”

My other hand found its way to her hip, gently encouraging her to continue her movements, faster this time. I guided her hips down, so her clit rubbed up against my pulsing shaft.

Belle gasped. “Grayson…,” she moaned out. “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you. Relax.”

She automatically did as she was told, allowing me full control. Her arms snaked their way around my neck as I picked up the pace, grinding up against her.

Her breaths started to come out as pants until she was mewling against my skin.

I growled. “Quiet, little mate.” I kissed her jaw and up to her ear so I was sure she could hear me. “No one but me gets to hear the sound of your pleasure. I need you quiet. Understand?”

She nodded, although she seemed a bit distracted as she started to move her hips. I couldn’t have that.

With my grip on her hip, I slowed her anxious grinding and grabbed her chin with my other hand, forcing her to look at me.

“I want to hear you say it. No vampire is going to hear your sweet moans. Say you understand.”

She nodded again, wiggling to try and get out of my grip. “I understand,” she said, her words rushing out. “I’ll be quiet.”

“Good girl.”

I allowed her to move again, meeting her thrusts with mine—harder, faster.

I dragged the ridge of my cock up and down her clothed pussy like a man possessed, my eyes soaking up the beautiful sight of my mate writhing against me, finding pleasure with my body.

Fuck, I was going to get off like this.

My wolf side clawed at my consciousness. This wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He pounded so hard against my mind that I physically jerked forward, nearly crushing Belle.

I couldn’t help but let my instincts momentarily take over and pushed Belle onto her back before climbing over her and slamming my hips down onto hers.

Belle squeaked as I started to full-on hump her like a wild animal. I knew the moment the seam of her sweatpants started to grind up against her clit, her eyes rolling to the back, and her legs opening wider.

I snarled low when small noises started to come out of her mouth as she neared her climax. My possessiveness and need to have her all to myself took over any logical thinking I may have been hanging onto.

I grabbed her jaw in my hand and slammed my lips down onto hers, swallowing all of the noises of bliss she was making and keeping them all to myself.

The taste of her consumed me, and I was suddenly extremely grateful for the sturdiness of this bed—it didn’t make a single noise as I dry-humped my mate into oblivion.

Belle’s orgasm came hard and fast. I never took my lips from hers, and she whined into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders and only adding to my own fire.

Feeling her shake and convulse against me was all it took for me to go off, grinding down harder than I had before.

After what felt like forever, both of our intense highs finally ebbed and flowed to an end. Belle was completely limp beneath me, breathing heavily.

I continued to kiss her even though her lips were loose and pliable under mine, not ready to be done with her just yet.

Although we both came, the primal feeling inside of me—the need to claim her—didn’t calm. My hips never ceased moving, thrusting lazily while I kissed her.

It wasn’t much, but it kept me from ripping all of her clothes off and finally taking her sweet virginity.

Later. That would come later.

Belle giggled when I swiped my tongue across her lips. I growled playfully before pulling back and looking down at my droopy-eyed, smiling mate.

Fuck, she looked beautiful like this—beneath me, swollen lips, flushed and satisfied.

After cleaning ourselves up in the bathroom, Belle and I settled back into the bed, her in my arms.

She slept like the dead for the rest of the night.