I feel exposed and vulnerable, but I’m not scared.
In fact, my body feels alive, every nerve ending sparking with desire.
And it’s honestly weird.
The first time I was alone with Cass, fear swallowed me whole. My thoughts scattered, my chest locked up, but my body reacted to him anyway, betraying me when all I wanted to do was run.
Then there was the pantry with Warren. All he did was kiss me, and it still felt like the walls were closing in on me. I hated that I panicked and scared him, but he was so kind to me afterwards, it almost hurt.
But with Grason, my body feels different. Warm, open, aware, and very safe. His heated gaze isn’t trapping me. It’s wrapping around me, making me feel precious and loved.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Grason reaches out, his calloused hands cupping my fullbreasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in a teasing caress.
I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
He leans down, capturing one peak in his mouth, his lips wrapping around my nipple. He sucks gently, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight to my core. His tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive bud, tracing circles that make my breath hitch and my back arch off the nest.
As he lavishes attention on one breast, he cups the other, his large palm enveloping the fullness with a possessive grip. He squeezes gently, his fingers sinking into my soft flesh.
A low growl rumbles in his chest. "Fuck, Tansy," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low, ragged whisper. "Your tits are perfect. So big and soft, just begging to be worshiped." His words send a fresh wave of heat crashing through me, and I whimper, wishing I could reach out and touch him, but I’m determined to obey.
I keep my hands locked above my head, my fingers curled into fists, as I arch into his touch, offering myself to him completely.
Grason's hands and mouth continue to explore, tracing a path down my body with deliberate slowness. His lips leave a trail of fire, each kiss a promise, each nip a claim. He moves lower, his stubble rough against my soft skin, until he reaches the waistband of my panties. He hooks his fingers into the soaked fabric, and with a slow, deliberate pull, he slides them down my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine.
I lift my hips to help him, my body trembling with anticipation.
Cool air hits my exposed flesh, but it does little to quell the heat building withinme.
Grason tosses the wet fabric aside, his eyes darkening with a primal hunger that sends a tremor right through me.
He settles between my legs, his large frame forcing my legs to open even wider. I can feel the heat of his breath against my sensitive flesh, and I squirm, my body aching for his touch.
"You smell so fucking good," he growls, his voice a low, rumbling sound that vibrates straight to my core. "I can't wait to taste you." Then his tongue sweeps through my folds, a slow, deliberate lick that has me crying out.
Grason takes his time, exploring every inch of me, his tongue teasing and tasting, driving me wild with need. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud with a pressure that makes my vision blur. Then two fingers slip inside me with a smooth, easy glide, curving to hit that spot that makes me see stars. He pumps them in and out, his pace steady, building the pleasure higher and higher until I'm a trembling, panting mess beneath him.
"Alpha," I beg, my voice a desperate, throaty sound. “Don’t stop.”
Grason moans against my sex, the low vibrations making me gasp and buck beneath him. His tongue and fingers work in perfect, ruthless tandem, driving me higher and higher with every flick and thrust.
The pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my belly, a desperate, burning knot that demands release. I am breathless, my entire existence narrowing down to the sensation of his mouth on me and his fingers inside me.
"Grason, please," I sob, my back arching off the nest.
The tension finally snaps, sending me crashing over the edge. My orgasm tears through me, a wave of pure, blinding ecstasy that leaves me screaming his name. My bodyconvulses violently around his fingers, my inner walls clamping down as I ride out the intense, shuddering pleasure.
As the aftershocks ripple through me, Grason pulls back, his face glistening with my slick. He sits up, his eyes dark and possessive as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. He slides them down, his thick, hard cock springing free.
I gasp at the sight of him. He’s so big, heavy and thick, the flushed head already leaking precum. He kicks his clothes away and settles back between my thighs, the heat of his bare skin scorching mine.
Reaching up, I dig my fingers into his shoulders, pulling him down to me. I don't speak.
I can't.
All I can do is arch my hips in a silent, desperate plea.
“Patience, beautiful.” One hand pushes on my hips, holding me completely still against the mattress. He uses his strength to pin me in place, denying me the friction I crave.
