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And as I get back on top of him, he grasps my underwear at both hips and shreds them before tossing them.

This makes me gasp. While I’m reacting in what feels like slow motion, he’s pulling my head down and plunging his tongue into my mouth, his free hand tightening on my butt while he commands, “Guide my cock inside.”

This is… exciting. This bossiness. The carnal look in his eyes.

“Now,” he tacks on.

The gruffness of his voice as he bosses me is sexy. Sexy, not scary. His aggression right now… it’s… erotic.

My face must betray my surprise because he says, “You wanted direction. You’re getting it. Maybe not every time, because sometimes I’ll be more than fine with you laying back and taking what I give you, but I’ll give you direction other times. Okay?”

I nod with enthusiasm and his intense gaze burns through my skin, his meaning penetrating at the same time as the memories of what I said a few hours ago wash over me. I feel my face heat up with embarrassment at my drunken admission. But Greyson’s expression is hotter, so I get down to the task I’ve been assigned and do what he’s told me to do.

I reach down and take his thick erection into my grip before guiding the tip to my slippery opening.

“Good girl,” he praises, and this makes me melt as I fill myself with the first few thick inches of him.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Eagerly. Sitting on him, staring right into this alpha’s eyes while I ease down onto him.

Yes, I want his praise. I like it. A lot.

Apparently I’m taking too long because he takes over, driving his hips forward so he’s fully seated.

I hiss at the fullness, then luxuriate in it as the pinch transitions to something way better.

“Move a little, wife. Rock nice and slow for me.”

I rock my hips forward a few times, but it doesn’t take long before I can’t do much because his knot pops out, taking me from full to deliciously over-full. I whimper at the sensation of pleasure woven with discomfort and do my best to adjust so I can continue to follow his directions while his knot pulses inside me.

“Grab onto my shoulders for balance,” he orders.

I do, and just in time because the vibrations of his knot are rocking my body for me. I rock against the pulsing and it’s incredible. I’m quickly overtaken by sensation that’s a hundred per cent pleasure.

“Can’t go slow,” I whimper, and he doesn’t look like he minds, because he rasps, “So beautiful; you feel so fucking good,” and now a growling sound of pleasure rumbles forth from his chest, past his lips.

I take the sensual, vibration music as a command and twist to expose my neck, my entire body erupting in gooseflesh.

He knifes up and bites my mate mark, letting out another growl. This one is longer, coming from somewhere even deeper inside him, and having an even more massive effect on me – the detonation of all the best pleasure nerve endings in my body, all at once.

It feels like I hit new heights of sensation and I scream out immense ecstasy as he wraps his arms tight around me and pistons his hips over and over from beneath me.

As I flutter back down to Earth, he’s still not done vibrating inside me, filling me with his essence.

I flip my hair back to get it off my face and chest and he growls again, demanding, “Slow it down, wife. And eyes on your mate.”

Complying, I revel at the sight of the glowing silver, at the perfect view of him with his teeth embedded in his bottom lip, his muscles rippling as his hot hands skate up to cup my breasts, his thumbs caressing my pointed nipples.

I continue to sway and though my energy is depleting, my thigh and calf muscles burning, I rally because of how much he seems to be enjoying what I’m doing, and I want to please him. I want nothing more than to please him every day for the rest of my time breathing.

“When you’re ready, I want you to sink your teeth into my neck. You told me you wanted that; so do it. Mark me, Stacy. Let’s have that to look forward to, though, so not yet.”

I gulp down a swallow, nodding, but wondering if I can possibly summon the nerve without a direct command. If I had the nerve to talk about sex while imbibing, maybe I’d have the nerve to put my money where my mouth is with a few more of those drinks Bailey made for me.

“Making love to you is never boring, sweetheart. It gets boring for you, be sure to let me know, yeah? I’ll work extra hard to improve.”

Humor lights his gaze so I laugh a little. “It’s not remotely boring for me, Greyson. I just didn’t want to boreyou.”

Making love. I like that. I like that a lot more than being told he likes mounting me. The shifters in my old pack could learn a thing or two hundred from Greyson Blackwood in terms of wooing a female.

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