and I don’t know if I’ll see you again,” I murmur, watching as the arousal clears from his eyes as he frowns at my comment.
“Don’t say that. We will see each other again,” he growls, anger filling his voice. Gripping my arms, he gives me a slight shake, but I can see the fear in his gaze—he’s had the same thought.
“Then you can romance me then,” I tease, smiling. Shaking his hands from my arms, I cup his face in my palms. “Please, Grayson, don’t waste this opportunity.” We both know he only found us today because the Mother willed it. He crossed the entire continent to find me, that should have been impossible. There are so many odds stacked against us, so many enemies that are out for my blood, we can’t afford to waste any time.
He seems to understand, and he must agree, because he lowers his head to kiss me again, but his kisses are different this time, more urgent, like the king is going to burst into the tent at any moment and drag me away. My desire reignites as his hands skim my body, and I return his kisses with a fiery passion. I grab the hidden clasp of my wrap dress and undo it, letting the fabric drop as it slowly starts to open around my waist. Grayson watches with interest as I take a step back and finish unwrapping the dress, until I’m left with only the final piece across my breasts.
Grayson’s eyes light up when he realises I’ve not been wearing underwear, and with a swagger I didn’t know he possessed, he prowls towards me, his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. I gasp as his hands land on me, his fingers light as they work down my back in massage-like movements, relaxing and completely turning me on at the same time. When one of his hands slides over my hip and between my legs, I feel like I’m about to collapse. I tremble in his arms and he smiles into my mouth as he picks me up and gently lays me down on the bedding. When he doesn’t immediately climb on top of me, I look up with a frown and see him watching me with lust-filled eyes.
“Grayson?”
My question spurs him into action as he kneels down and settles himself on the bedding next to me, lying on his side and pulling me close. “You’re so beautiful,” is his only response before kissing me deeply, his hand sliding down the length of my body once more and finding his way to my core. A low moan escapes him as he discovers how wet I am for him. He strokes small circles against my clit, and my pleasure starts to build as his other hand pushes aside the wrappings on my chest, exposing my breasts. Acutely aware of the fact we’re in a tent and the others can easily hear us with their supernatural hearing, I bite down on my lip, trying to hold back the sounds of pleasure that are trying to break free.
Except Grayson seems determined to test my limits. Leaning down, he flicks his tongue out and licks one of my nipples at the same moment he sinks one of his long fingers into my wet heat. A gasp followed by a low groan escapes my lips before I can stop it, then realising what I just did, I throw my hands over my mouth in mortification. My other mates are on the other side… A satisfied male groan responds, along with the unmistakable sound of flesh against flesh, except it’s definitely not Grayson…
Tor’s tent is next to this one, which means… I should be put off knowing he’s listening, that he’s getting off on us being intimate, but for some reason, it only turns me on even more.
I’m not sure if Grayson heard and chose to ignore it or didn’t hear it at all, but when I push the waistband of his trousers down and wrap my hands around his thick cock, he’s soon distracted. Dropping his forehead to mine, he muffles his sounds of pleasure against my lips, his own control being tested as I stroke his length. His thumb makes slow, circling movements around my clit, building up my desire as he leisurely slips another finger inside me. I’m just about to pull away, to beg for mercy and say I can’t take it anymore, that I need him inside me, but he suddenly