Page 39 of Wicked Bite
“Aw, fuck, Piper.” His hands dug into my thighs as I slid down farther, stretching myself around him.
It was almost too much. So delicious, yet so tantalizing. I moved over him, finding that perfect rhythm for us both. His hand slid up my body and he cupped my cheeks and brought my face down to his. Our lips smashed together as he wrapped his arm around my body, dragging me closer. His tongue tangled with mine, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders, holding on for dear life. I felt every inch of his muscles through his shirt. It was almost our little secret: fully clothed but so connected in the most intimate way.
I threw my head back, arching into him for more. His fingers tangled into my hair, and he ran his tongue over the side of my neck. A deep growl rumbled in his chest, and he slammed his arms across the back of the couch. Sweat beaded his brow as he met my eye. I placed my arms behind me, grabbing onto his knees and slamming my hips down on him. My body tightened around his and I reveled in the feel of him. I needed him hard, fast.
“That’s it.” He reached down between us and ran his fingers over that little point that would drive me higher.
My breaths came in quick pants. Every muscle went rigid, and my body tightened around him. His hips bucked up into mine, and he didn’t take his eyes off me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was all too frantic to stop now. My body took over and all I could see was him. The muscle in his jaw ticked. “Come on, Little Creature.”
With so few words and I edged even closer. He increased his speed, and I was done for. Pleasure shot through my body and a moan escaped my lips. This high in the clouds and I was higher than the plane itself. Grayson wrapped his arm around my hips, flipped me onto the couch, and drove into me. His body slammed into mine and I spread my legs wider for him. A groan rumbled in his chest and he shuddered against me, his breath heavy in my ear. His lips found mine for a perfectly gentle kiss. He pressed his forehead to mine and cupped my check. Our excited breaths mingled together, and his lips pulled up in a full smile that mirrored my own.
He ran his hand over my hair, brushing the strands from my face. “Piper, love. You are everything.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
GRAYSON
“I’ve never been here before.” Piper looked up at the opulent building with a wide grin. The stairs leading up to the Metropolitan Museum of Art were iconic and even now people lounged on them, enjoying their lunch and the atmosphere of the city. Though it was chilly, and our breaths fogged the air, nothing ever seemed to stop on Eighty-second Street. The air was crisp and cooled my skin from the heated moments we’d shared earlier. Her honey scent drifted toward me, and I found myself wanting to be closer.
I stood beside her, looking up at the building and the three huge archways that rose from the stairs up to the roof. Glass windows were stretched between each entrance, and glass doors lined each of the archways. They reflected the scene across the street back at us as people walked in and out of the Met like it was Grand Central Station.
“New experience. For you, Little Creature.” Everything about Piper was new and full of awe. She looked at the world with interest and excitement mixed with a healthy dose of skepticism. She was nobody’s fool and yet the most alive woman I’d ever met. A thing that I had long since lost. But with her, I found it again—that zest for life that left a vampire.
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve had plenty of experiences. More so than most.”
“Yes, but not with me, and I plan on adding to your list.” When we reached the door, I pulled it open for her.
“You already have. I’m an official member of the mile high club now. Thanks to you.” She ran her hand over my chest as she walked by, then dropped it and kept going.
I chuckled and shook my head. I followed her into the Great Hall, where she stood frozen, staring up at the high, vaulted ceilings. The Met was beautiful in a bright marble white sort of way. People wandered in all different directions, and a low hum of chatter filled the air. It wasn’t like being at a stadium but more like that moment before a show started and people were whispering to each other excitedly. There were stairs leading in all different directions and to the many exhibits. I could wander through the collections for an eternity and not lose interest. Except tonight, there was only one thing I was interested in.
“Where shall we go?”
She pointed to the left. “How about Greek and Roman Art?”
“Oh, the Greeks, people never cease to find them fascinating.” I turned and the two of us moved together. I found myself reaching for her hand and taking her fingers within mine. It was so tiny yet warm to the touch and fit perfectly.
“Don’t you?” She motioned to the first statue we came upon. “The myths are pretty cool. All that power and stuff. Can you imagine having superpowers? Like strength or speed?”
A thread of guilt assailed me. I had all these things—strength, speed. I could hear the conversation two rooms over if I so choose. Not to mention the blood magic that came with my family line. The kind of blood magic I didn’t speak of or even dare tamper with. “Hard to fathom, isn’t it?”
“What do you suppose it’d be like?” She took a step back and looked up at the statue of Zeus. It was craved from a huge slab of marble and the lights overhead gleamed off its shining surface.
“Exciting and exhausting.” I sighed and smiled at the completely inaccurate statue. He was always depicted as an older man with a big white beard and flowing white hair along with flowing robes. In reality, he was an old-as-time swinger having parties day and night.
Piper wrinkled her nose and giggled. “Why exhausting? Seems like it would be fun to me.”
“Well, can you imagine the responsibility that comes with power like that?” We turned and headed toward another statue.
She gave my hand a little squeeze. “Do you feel like you have a lot of responsibilities?”
Observant little creature. “Ah, well, interesting you should ask. Sometimes, yes, I do.”
“What kind of responsibilities?” She stopped at another statue of a woman. This one was beautifully done, with long flowing hair and full lips. Her eyes were sculpted into a wide round look that gave her a hint of seduction. “Has to be Aphrodite. She’s too beautiful not to be.”
Aphrodite is beautiful but vapid as the day is long.
“The kind that weighs heavily on the mind and the kind that a woman like you can make me forget.” Like forgetting an impending prophecy and forgetting to guard the only witches who could save the world, not to mention a curse that plagued the family name for centuries. I found myself wanting both to return home and to completely avoid it. With Piper in tow, how could I leave, if even for a moment? She breathed life into the mundane.
