Chapter 162
Chapter 162
Jessica
“Ah, Grayson. Shit!” I screamed, legs up, hips trembling. He slammed into me harder, faster, each thrust raw, urgent, unstoppable. My claws dug into his shoulders, my teeth bared in a growl I didn’t even know I had.
His mouth found my neck, sucking, licking, sending sparks shooting down my spine.
“You’re mine,” he snarled, fangs grazing my skin. “You’re fucking mine, baby.”
I was still half–asleep when he started, but now I was wide awake, cock–drunk and trembling. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples until they were hard and aching. He leaned down, licking and sucking on them, making me moan louder than ever.
“Fuck, Grayson,” I moaned, my head thrown back.
He pulled out, flipping me onto my stomach, and I gasped as he entered me again, harder, faster. His hands were everywhere, squeezing my ass, pulling my hair, making me cry out.
“You like that, baby?” he whispered in my ear, his voice rough and needy.
“Yes!” I whimpered, biting the sheets to keep myself sane. Fuck. “Yes! Please!”
“Move for me, baby.”
Grayson, you devil bastard.
I obeyed, rocking my hips, chasing the pleasure he was giving me, craving more. His hand came down on my ass, hard, and I cried out, the sharp sting only fueling my need.
“That’s it,” he muttered, his voice dark and possessive. “Take it, baby.”
Before I could react, he grabbed my wrists, pinning them behind my back in one swift motion. I gasped, the sudden shift in control sending a thrill through me. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “I love you.”
Then he pushed–hard and fast–filling me completely. I cried out, pleasure washing over me in waves. He didn’t let up, his rhythm relentless, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
I don’t want to think anymore. It’s like Grayson is possessed by something and I cannot outrun him.
I could barely think, barely breathe, the sensations overwhelming me. “Grayson, please,” I begged, my breaking,
voice
Grayson’s finger traced slow, maddening circles over my clit, and I squirmed beneath him, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation. But he wasn’t letting me go. He held me pinned, his body moving against mine in a rhythm that left me breathless.
“Grayson,” I whimpered, my voice trembling as he pressed harder, faster. “Please, I can’t—”
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“You can,” he interrupted, his voice low and commanding. “You’re mine, baby. You’ll take what I give you.”
His rhythm never faltered, his hips driving into me with a force that left me gasping. His finger pressed harder, faster, and I cried out, oversensitive and desperate.
“Yes, yes, please!” I begged, my hands clawing at the sheets as the pleasure built, wave after wave crashing over me. Grayson leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Come for me,” he commanded, and just like that, I shattered, my body convulsing as I cried his name. He didn’t stop, didn’t let me catch my breath, just kept pushing me higher and higher until I thought I might break.
Grayson collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving against mine, both of us still trembling from the intensity.
I could feel his heartbeat, wild and erratic, matching my own. His laughter was low, almost a growl, as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.
“Good morning baby,” he muttered.
I turned my head to look at him, my own breathing still shaky. His face was flushed, his lips swollen, and there was a wild glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine.
“That was your way of greeting me?”
He smirked, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip. “Yeah, did you like it?”
“You’re insane,” I breathed, but I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips.
“Insane for you,” he shot back, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His hair was a mess, his eyes still dark with that wild intensity. “You enjoyed it.”
I do.
I do like my morning like this.
It almost felt like everything was normal.
I reached up, my fingers brushing Grayson’s cheek. He leaned into my touch, his eyes closing for a brief moment before he caught my wrist, pressing a kiss to my palm. His lips were warm, tender, and it made my heart ache in a way I couldn’t explain.
I pulled him closer, our lips meeting in a kiss that was equal parts hunger and desperation. His hands were everywhere, like he was trying to hold onto me, to keep me from slipping away.
I wanted to stay like this forever, lost in him.
But then, the knock came.
Three sharp raps on the door, insistent and unrelenting. Grayson pulled back, his eyes narrowing as he glanced toward the door.
“Who the hell is that?” he muttered, his voice thick with irritation.
“Stop making pup, asshole. We have to go somewhere.”
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Of course, it’s Kade.
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I had to roll my eyes for that. Grayson wants to go for another kiss but I push him away and tell him no. Whatever they are doing, I know it’s important.
“Later alpha,” I teased, my voice low and playful. He grumbled something under his breath as he yanked on his boots.
Kade was still banging on the door, his voice muffled but impatient. Grayson finally opened it, and Kade leaned against the frame, eyes darting past him to where I was still in bed.
“Nice timing,” I muttered, pulling the blanket tighter.
“You’re so loud, do you know that?” Kade smirked, his tone dripping with mockery.
I shot him a glare, pulling the blanket tighter around me. “Oh, shut up, Kade. At least I’m not the one barging in at the worst possible moment.”
Kade’s grin widened. “Worst moment? Or best? Depends on who you ask.” He winked, and I couldn’t help but laugh despite myself.
Grayson growled again, shoving Kade out of the room. “Let’s go.”
As the door closed behind them, I flopped back onto the pillows, my heart still racing. Whatever they were up to, it was serious. And for once, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
I stretched lazily, finally feeling a moment of peace. Grayson and the others were already gone, their usual alpha chaos blessedly absent. I couldn’t help but smile as I threw the blankets off. Today was my day. Jack was waiting, and for once, I didn’t have to tiptoe around anyone’s ego.
I slipped into my favorite t–shirt and grabbed my morning coffee. Except I am not alone.
Jack was already there, sitting at the table with a book in his hands.
Great.
“What are you doing here, trespasser?”
He didn’t look up right away, his focus fully on the page in front of him. I hesitated for a moment, watching him. There was something about the way he sat there, so calm, so in control, that made me feel… unbalanced.
“Hello?” I finally said, leaning against the counter.
He glanced up, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Morning. You’re up early.”
I shrugged, taking a sip of my coffee. ” Grayson woke me up.”
“And so I’ve heard,” he said, his voice teasing. He closed the book and leaned back in his chair, studying me with those annoyingly sharp eyes. “You know, you’re a terrible liar.”
“Excuse me?” I narrowed my eyes.
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“You’re not mad about the noise. You’re mad because you didn’t get to be involved.”
I crossed my arms, refusing to let him get the upper hand. “Oh, please. Like I care what Grayson’s little alpha club is up to.”
Jack chuckled, standing up and walking over to me. He was way too close for comfort, but I wasn’t about to back down. “Sure you don’t. That’s why you’re glaring at me like you’re about to throw that coffee in my
“Don’t tempt me,” I shot back, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “What do you plan for me today, Jack?”
face.”
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “How about a little game? You follow my lead today, and I’ll make sure Grayson stays off your back. Deal?”
I raised an eyebrow. “And what’s in it for you?”
“The pleasure of your company, of course,” he said, his grin turning wicked.
“You’re insufferable,” I muttered, but I couldn’t deny the curiosity flickering inside me. “Fine. But if you try anything-”
“Relax, little wolf,” he interrupted, stepping back. “I’m not the enemy. At least, not today.”
“That’s comforting,” I said dryly, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that made me pause. Something that hinted at a deeper game.
“Come on,” he said, gesturing toward the door. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”
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