“I know what that feels like,” I said, pressing my face to his neck and breathing in his earthy scent. The words neither of us was ready to speak floated in the space between us.
“Megan said I didn’t bring anything to the pack,” he blurted out. “She said four alphas was too many and that I was boring.”
A low growl built in my chest. “Where does she live?” I asked. “Can we add a stop on this road trip so I can fuck her up?”
“No,” Gray said. His face remained serious, but there was a slight crinkle in his eyes that gave him away.
“I don’t like being told no.”
“Well, apparently you like that I’m bossy,” he said.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I do.” I trailed a line of kisses down his face. “I’m sorry she made you feel like there was something wrong with you, like you didn’t fit.”
“Thanks, love,” he said.
“The four of you are the perfect number for me,” I said.
I shifted on his lap and felt a bulge underneath me. I rubbed against his cock, wishing there were fewer layers between us.
“That feels so good,” Gray said, his hands going to my hips. His fingers teased the bottom of my tank top until he felt the lace underneath. His eyebrows drew together as he lifted my tank top slowly, as if unwrapping a present. My breasts spilled out from the tops of the lace cups. He ran his hands down my back, feeling the laced-up corset back.
“Are you wearing this for me, princess?”
“Yes, daddy. Do you like it?”
A grin spread across his face. “Fuck yes, I do.”
I rocked my hips against him, knowing my slick was creating a wet patch on my sleep shorts. Gray growled as he gripped my hips, lifting me so I was standing on the floor. He got up as well, whipping off his t-shirt and revealing his broad, muscular chest.
“You better get undressed for me, because I can’t wait a moment longer to have you,” he said in a low, deep voice that had slick dripping down my thighs.
I whimpered as I dragged my shorts down my legs. Gray took his sweatpants off, and he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I moved closer, running my hands down his chest until my fingers wrapped around his cock. I brushed my thumb over the head, collecting his precum and bringing it to my mouth.
His eyes darkened as they zeroed in on my lips.
“As much as I love this,” he said, running his hands down my lace-covered hips, “I need access to that pretty pussy of yours.”
“You’ll have it,” I said, guiding his hand to my core until his fingers touched the snap buttons on the crotch.
He cursed before picking me up and throwing me back on the bed. I giggled as I bounced against the mattress. Then he moved to his suitcase and took out a belt. My heart started pounding.
“Are you going to spank me?” I asked, biting my lip.
He cocked his head, stepping to the side of the bed.
“Do you want me to? Does daddy need to punish his girl?”
I eyed the belt nervously, and Gray leaned in, placing his hands on both sides of my head, caging me in.
“I’d never hurt you,” he murmured, his lips brushing down my face until they pressed to mine. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I gasped, wanting more of his kisses. But he pulled away.
“Roll over, princess,” he said.
I hesitated for a moment before doing as he said. He ran his hands down my bare butt cheeks—the back of the bodysuit was a thong.
“I fucking love this,” he said, squeezing my ass. His voice lowered. “You just tell me to stop anytime, love, and I will.”
