My mate’s gaze was dark as it followed me directly to his side of the bed.
His hands found my hips as I lifted a leg over his thighs, straddling him. My hands skimmed his chest as I slid over him, and he reluctantly let me go after I settled beside him.
"You should get under the blanket," he said. "It'll be safer if I can't touch you."
"I'd rather you touch me."
Lust flared on his side of the bond, and a quiet groan escaped him. "My magic will go wild when I shift. Don't let me fuck you until after my knot’s swollen, no matter how good my power feels. I won’t know how much control I’ll have until I’m in that form.”
"I won't let you."I rolled onto my side so I could see him easier, and watched him shift.
A ripple went over his body, and horns appeared on his head. The tip of his spade-shaped tail slipped out from beneath his leg, and his cock grew a little thicker.
His magic changed, with him.
I sucked in a breath at the sudden feel of it washing over my skin, warm and needy and breathtakingly-strong.
My gaze lowered to his tail as it slid beneath me, and with one smooth motion, it pulled me closer to his side. Grayson's irises were red when I looked up again. His hand landed on my bare thigh, squeezing my leg firmly.
He inhaled deeply, and his magic heated further.
My lips parted, my hips arching, pushing me closer to him.
He lifted my leg to push his thigh between mine, and I ground against the thick muscles.
His magic grew hotter, making meburnfor him. I wasn't mindless, but it took me a moment to be confident in gaining control of myself despite the intense flow of his power.
"I'm not supposed to be riding your thigh," I breathed, as Grayson took another deep inhale. The slight tug against some invisible part of my lower belly told me he was feeding on my lust, and somehow, it just made me want him more.
"But you do it so well."
A quiet moan escaped me.
He dragged his hand down the length of his cock, and suddenly had my complete attention.
He stroked himself again.
And again.
Hisnails had sharpened and lengthened. I wasn't sure if they could pierce my skin or cause him problems, but I wanted to find out.
Grayson growled, and his power flared again. "If you want to watch me come, you have to drench my thigh."
"That's not what we talked about."
Itwouldtechnically still follow the rules. He wasn't trying to fuck me, and he definitely hadn't lost control completely.
His hand went still. His cock throbbed in his grip, and my core clenched.
"Grayson," I protested weakly.
"If you want to watch me, you fuck my thigh."
His tail hooked in the back of my shorts, and slowly dragged them down. His sharp nails joined in, and the fabric was literally torn away moments later.
The slickness of my core felt orgasmic as I ground against him just a little.
It shouldn't have felt so good—but it did thanks to his magic, his touch, and his massive body.
