"Isn't our honeymoon enough of an occasion?"
I lifted an eyebrow.
"If you still want to, an attempt at knotting is on the table. I warned Darius. If you do, I'd rather try before we go, so we can spend the weeks with you resting and recovering if it doesn't go the way it should. If it does, we have two weeks to just… enjoy each other."
I gave him a small, slow smile. I swear, my heart fucking swelled. “Yes. Absolutely. Come here." I waved him closer.
He flipped the lock on the door and crossed the apartment, sinking to the cushions beside me. I slipped onto his lap, and his magic rippled over me. All I had on was a simple matching lounge set, without a bra or panties.
A gradual wave of need rolled through me as Grayson's magic set in.
"Fuck, you feel good," I breathed.
"Not as good as you. I can't believe I'm even fucking considering this."
"I know. It's a lot. It's going to work, though. We've never had a problem with it."
"You've never really taken my knot."
"Knotyet."
Grayson snorted. "Wow."
"I know. We'll take it slow, though. You can start by touching me."
"Can I?" His voice was playful.
"Yeah. it's your lucky day."
He chuckled, slipping his hand into my shorts. "Already wet for me, huh?"
"Always." I bit back a moan as he dragged a finger over my clit just the way I liked.
My hips arched as he continued stroking me. Teasing me, lightly. Just enough to make me feel crazy.
"I want your knot," I breathed. "I've been thinking about it for weeks."
"We're going to try." His fingers went still on my clit. "But I want something in exchange."
"Okay."
"You have to tell me things I don't know about you. I know how you like your decaf lattes. I know how your eyes look when you're trying not to get mad at me. I know how much you love your family, revenge, and taking out people who the world is better off without. But I still don't know your favorite color."
I blinked again.
He had once again caught me off guard.
His hand remained still on my clit, his gaze expectant.
"Green," I said. "All shades of it, really. Partially because of your eyes. Mostly because green is peaceful. I rarely felt peace, before."
"Before me?"
"Before you," I agreed. "What's your favorite color?"
"Blue. Like the sky, when it's not raining." Grayson peeled my shorts down my thighs slowly. "Keep going. I want more of your favorites."
"Which ones?"
