Page 46 of To Teleport, or Not to Teleport?
I climbed into his lap and grasped his face between my hands, wiping away a stray tear. “Look at me,” I demanded when he squeezed his eyes tight. “Grayson, please look at me.” My heart squeezed, the air in my lungs catching at the glimpse of the broken boy shining through. “Your father set things in motion years ago. You merely stopped being a punching bag and sought justice for his wrongs. Angelica’s mind had been twisted by Bryson, not you. The reason your mom is dead and not you is because she finally protected you when she was unable to all those years ago. You can’t take that on yourself.”
Pressing my forehead to his, I breathed in his pine-and-peppermint scent. A vision slammed into me, this one of Grayson in his shop, chasing a giggling girl with seafoam eyes and chocolate-brown hair.
“Lee? What’s the matter? What did you see?”
I memorized the details and bit my lower lip as I debated telling him. “I have you. Everything’s great.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You’re not going to tell me?”
I grinned. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his mouth and melted into a kiss. His hands slid up my thighs, squeezed my hips, and teased the skin under my top.
“I guess I’ll have to persuade you.” Grayson flipped me onto my back and pressed against my center as he dropped open-mouthed kisses down my neck. Heat flashed hot in my belly, my girly bits eager for his touch.
“What about K-Kaleb, B-Beaaaaar?” I moaned when his fingers pinched and tugged at the sensitive flesh of my breast.
“Out of town, be back tomorrow,” he said, leaning back and grabbing hold of the material behind his neck. He pulled it off his body.
I stared hungrily at his hard planes and dips. Grayson was beautiful, and for some reason, I was the lucky one who got him. I was done fighting his claims that I was his mate. There was no one else I’d loved, and I couldn’t imagine a life without him in it. Even with all the bad, I’d do it all over again if it meant I had Grayson at my side.
Cool air hit my skin, drawing me back to the fact we were on the porch. My eyes widened as I looked toward the driveway. “What if someone shows up?” I asked, my back arching at the feel of his lips moving between my breasts and down my belly.
Grayson pointed at his ear. “I’ll hear them,” he said and swiped his tongue along the triangular swatch of fabric covering me.
I was tempted to argue that a witch could teleport in, but the words died on my tongue when he pulled aside my panties and licked up my slit to my bud of nerves. Giving up on the fight, I showed him how much he meant to me with every kiss and touch.
Grayson had me seeing stars in an embarrassingly short amount of time. He shucked the rest of his clothes and lifted me into his arms. When he pressed my back against a column, I knew I’d never look at the porch the same way again.
This time felt different. We were connected in a way I couldn’t describe properly. With every thrust, his gaze bore into mine like he was reaching into my soul. It was both scary and perfectly beautiful.
Grayson slowed his thrusts and captured my mouth in a deep kiss. “I love you, Aileen Sniffer, always have and always will.”
I wanted the moment to be burned into my mind. To remember the emotion and pleasure winding and unifying us as one.
“I love you too. Make me yours,” I said, lowering my head to the side, offering him the spot he’d once said he’d claim.
He stilled as he studied me for a moment. My body ached for him to move, and my heart felt like it would explode in one second.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice gravelly from emotion and arousal.
“I’ve never been surer of anything.”
What happened next, I wasn’t 100 percent sure. The moment he bit me, I came harder than I could have imagined. My mind fractured into a million pieces as he claimed me, and I accepted my spot at his side.
It was a wonder I didn’t die from the pleasure of his bite or the frantic sex that followed.
Eventually we made it to his bed, collapsing in each other’s arms. Lost in our own bubble, we’d even forgotten about Rita as we’d broken in many surfaces of his home.
When I woke, the sun had set, and the spot where Grayson had lain was lukewarm. I grabbed a T-shirt from his drawers, and it landed mid-thigh before I padded out of the room in search of Gray.
The smell of food cooking teased my nose as I got closer to the kitchen.
Rita’s head popped up from the spot where she’d curled up on the couch. “Oh good, I thought he might’ve broken you into two.”
I clenched the muscles between my thighs, still feeling him inside me. “Be nice.”
Grayson stood at the stove and peered back, his bare chest on display. “Are you hungry?”
I padded up to him, tipped up my face, and sighed happily at our kiss. “Yes.”
