My heart is hammering against my ribs, a wild, frantic rhythm that I’m sure he can hear.
“Tansy?”
"Yes," I breathe, and the sound is throatier than I intended, laced with a desire I can't hide. “I’m okay.” But even I can hear how off I sound.
Grason’s fingers drift from my hip, skating up my side and over my collarbone until they find the edge of my jaw. He traces the line of it slowly, his touch gentle, before his hand shifts to cup my chin. He applies just enough pressure to tilt my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze.
This close, the impact of him is staggering.
Grason is devastatingly handsome—rugged and powerful in a way that makes my breath hitch. His dark hair is messy from the pillows, falling over his forehead in soft curls that I have the inexplicable urge to brush back.His eyes are a deep, smoky hazel with blue near the center. And his mouth... his lips are full and firm, framed by soft facial hair. He stares down at me, his eyes searching mine, reading every flicker of emotion that crosses my face.
“Omega,” he growls. "I want to kiss you.” His eyes search mine as my excitement floods my veins.
I swallow hard, then whisper, “Then kiss me.”
I expect the alpha to immediately crash his mouth to mine, but he doesn’t.
Grason shifts his body slowly, sliding down so that we are perfectly aligned, face-to-face. The movement is slow, dragging out the anticipation until my heart feels like it might beat out of my chest. Then he hovers over me, his mouth just inches from mine, close enough that I can feel the heat of his breath fanning across my lips.
It’s torture.
The promise of the kiss hangs heavily in the air.
He brushes the tip of his nose against mine, a soft, intimate gesture that makes my eyelids flutter shut. He lingers there, breathing me in, and just when I think I can't stand the suspense a second longer, he slowly presses his mouth to mine.
The moment our lips touch, his restraint shatters. It’s instantly passionate, a searing heat that ignites between us. His mouth moves against mine with a desperate, hungry intensity as his hands come up to frame my face.
The kiss is deep and wet, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to tangle with mine, tasting me with a single-minded intensity that drives me absolutely wild.
I melt against him, my body going soft and pliant as a rush of liquid heat pools low in my belly. My pussy is already dripping slick, soaking my panties, my bodyreacting to his alpha dominance with an immediate, desperate ache.
"Fuck," he breathes against my lips, his voice a low, ragged growl. “You taste like a goddamn addiction.”
His words send a fresh wave of heat crashing through me, and I whimper, the sound desperate and needy, my body arching up against his.
Grason kisses me again, his hands everywhere, exploring, claiming.
He grabs my knee, his grip firm and unyielding as he forces my legs apart, then he rolls us, his body covering mine, pinning me to the soft nest beneath us. I gasp, the sudden movement sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers, pushing his hips forward. I can feel his thick length pressed against my thigh. He's so big, the heat of him searing through the thin fabric of his briefs. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, “and smart and funny and…” A deep growl pushes from his chest. “You fucking wreck me.”
My pulse flutters, and I lift my hips, needing more. "Gray," I moan when he fists a handful of my hair. "Please." I wrap a leg around his hip, pulling him closer, grinding against him in a silent plea for him to take me, to fill me. "Alpha," I whisper, my voice breathy with lust. “I need you.”
“Do you need my cock?” His lips trail down the line of my jaw, placing open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin of my throat. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, then frown when he pushes himself up.
“No need to pout, pretty girl.” He chuckles as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the chiseled expanse of his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.” Then, with a swift,decisive motion, he grabs the hem of my shirt and tugs it up, clear off my body.
Goosebumps flash across my skin, the cold air making my nipples pebble. My hands twitch with the urge to cover myself up, but Grason snatches my wrists, forcing them up and over my head.
“No hiding,” he commands, his dark eyes looking deep into mine. “Don’t move, omega. Do you understand?”
I nod, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine.
My body feels alive, every nerve ending sparking with a desperate need for him. I've never been this turned on, this utterly consumed by desire. The thin fabric of my panties is soaked, clinging to my skin.
Slowly, Grason leans back, his eyes roaming over my body, drinking in every inch of me.
