Grayson lowered his forehead to mine, holding my gaze. "The next time you give anyone intimate details about our sex life, Iwillspend all night eating you out without letting you get off."
I shuddered, immediately slick with his words. "You never follow through with that. You can't resist."
"For this, I would."
I wasn't willing to take the bet.
Grayson was going to get his way. I wouldn't talk about knotting with anyone else.
He carried me back to the kitchen island, and I sat on his lap while we finished off the fruit and the dip he'd made.
fifteen
MERRILY
We wentto our bedroom after we were done eating, and set me down on the edge of the bed. The majority of his shadows clung to my skin, and I wasn't sure how much of that was because he put them there, or because of our connection.
I could feel his tension leaking through the bond, with just a hint of excitement. The excitement made me more hopeful for how this was going to go.
He stepped back.
"Alright, Gray. Tell me the rules," I said, leaning back on my palms just a little bit.
"You stay fully clothed." He crossed his arms, studying me. "And on the opposite side of the room."
"I'm not staying on the other side of the room from you, and I'm not staying fully clothed," I stated. "I can put my pajamas on, if you want me to wear something."
"The less clothing you wear, the larger the chance that I lose control. The clothes stay on, and you're going to hold a knife the whole time."
"You're not going to attack me. If you were mindless enough to try, the bond would stop you.”
He studied me, his eyes still narrow. "This is a risk. I'm not completely myself in my true form."
"I'm the one who wanted to take the risk. I can handle the consequences. I'll wear my pajamas, and sit next to you. No knife."
A trip to the hospital after failing knotting was the worst-case scenario. Yes, that would be hellish, but I'd survive.
I didn't think there was any way he'd lose control to the point of hurting me, though.
"Fine. I'm probably going to end up feeding on you the whole time," he warned.
My face warmed. I'd forgotten about that. Because we were mated, he didn't have to slip into my dreams anymore. "Alright, deal."
I made my way to the closet. Grayson had unpacked my bag at some point, putting my stuff away with his. I'd need to go back home for more of my things soon, but it wasn't a priority.
I changed into a thin, soft tank and a pair of matching shorts in the same fabric, forgoing underwear entirely before I padded back out. When I saw the naked man sprawled out on the mattress in front of me, I stopped abruptly.
He sat up against a couple of pillows, one arm tucked behind his head, and the other hand wrapped around his cock. It was barely moving, but my gaze went to his erection immediately.
"Your desire feels fucking good through the bond, Mer."
I could feel his, too, and it was intoxicating.
I resumed my walk across the room.
Grayson was on the side of the bed closest to the closet. I could go around to reach my side... or I could not.
I bit my lip, hesitating slightly before making a decision.
