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WARNING!!! This is a MATURE chapter, so if you do not appreciate that kind of content, feel free to skip, or click out of the book (:

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Word Count: 2051

~Lexia

I couldn't breathe. I wasn't looking  at my mate right now. The man who met my gaze was almost in a trance. Soulless...But so alive.

"I can explain..." I say before I know what is coming out of my mouth. A blush has crept so deeply onto my face, I'm almost positive my cheeks are stained forever. Standing under his scrutinising gaze, I've never felt so embarrassed in life.

I expect his expression to contort in anger. I had snuck into something obviously meant to be private, or at the very least, kept a secret.

But his lips curve slowly into a smirk.

"Entertain me," he murmurs, his voice taunting and sly.

I assume he means my explanation is meant to be somewhat entertaining to him. How mad would he be if I told him it was my unexplainable curiosity that forced me into this room? I can't imagine what the repercussion will be.

"I was exploring...I didn't mean to come across this room." Partly true. At first I had told myself not to follow my instinct and go into the room. But I just felt like I was meant to find this, especially after it almost magically cracked open.

Still, a wicked smile was etched into his features.

"Do you like what you see?" He asks, motioning to what was pinned behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, my eyes meet the darkened ones of that wolf.

I shake my head. "It looks like it would kill me if it could."

Grayson raised his eyebrows, seeming somewhat normal for a brief second, before it vanished.

"Oh, he would never kill you," he tells me, his words bland, but something in his eyes suggest he means it.

So that confirms it. This is Grayson's doing, and by the sound of it, he knows this wolf well. Well enough to know who it would kill, and who I wouldn't. But why am I so special?

"Where were you going tonight? When you left me after..." I break off, as Grayson's eyes glisten intuitively.

He took a step forward, so graceful and calculated, but at the same time, almost predatory. My back is close to the wall, my hands clutching the top of the sheet wrapped around my body.

"Did you want me to keep going?" He asked, reminding of what I had wanted for that one moment in time. I can still feel his hands on my body, and the taste of his lips on mine.

Another step forward.

"I just want to know what you were doing," I press, wondering if I would regret it.

Grayson sighed. I kept thinking that maybe it isn't Grayson standing in front of me. It may still be the man with the glinting silver eyes and mussed dark hair. But the way he looks at me is like he wants to jump at me.

"And I want to know how far you would have followed me..."

Shit.

"I-I can't apologise for wanting to know what my mate is doing," I explain. Was he meeting with that beast? Or maybe he is the beast?

Almost amused, Grayson begins a gentle walk back in forth in front of me. I watch his every move, waiting for a change in his behaviour. So strange he's being, I observe, as he taps a finger against the side of his thigh as he walks.

"I smelt you. And I wanted you," he tells me, his voice low and rough.

In that moment, it's as if his eyes darken. And I know I need to get out of here before something happens that the both of us might regret.

"I think we should just go to bed and talk about his tomorrow," I tell him, hoping he realises how late it is right now.

Instead, he hesitates, before swiftly closing the door and clicking the lock shut. The sound has me closing my eyes in defeat. There is definitely something wrong with him.

"Bed?"

"Separately," I add, narrowing my eyes.

Silence stretches between us. My heart is beating beyond anything healthy, as I try not to think about what my mate might commit to.

Suddenly, Grayson raises his hand up. "I wear this."

It's a ring. Similar to Jaspers, but lighter...Newer. It glints under the light menacingly. Just the sight of it has my hands quivering at my side.

"It stops me from going crazy," Grayson tells me. He looks so sincere it's terrifying.

"And with what you're wearing..." he mentions, eyes dragging down the entirety of my body. "I don't think I have very much control left."

Before I could let a single word come out of my mouth, he takes long steps toward me, until his face is only centimetres from mine.

I can't help but inhale his now familiar scent, and get lost in his eyes. He's my mate, and despite the doubt I may have felt, I have to admit that a bond is there that can't be changed.

But the thought of the wolf that might just be lurking outside right now hovers in my mind.

Slowly, he reaches a hand up, and I let him touch me. It's only a gentle brush of the hand, but the reaction is obvious. He seems to almost relax, just at the touch of me.

He closes his eyes for the briefest second, and when he opens then again, it's as if I'm looking at my mate again, not the shadow of him.

"You save me," he murmurs, his voice rough and strained. He leans his forehead against mine, looking at me with sparkling eyes.

"Save you?" My voice doesn't sound like my own.

Grayson suddenly knelt down, knees touching the floor. I look down at him, as he rests his head against my stomach. I know what he is doing. He's showing me the truth in his words.

"Let me show you," he whispers, his voice almost getting lost within the creases of my shirt. "Let me show you how much I love you."

I freeze. That's the first time the word love has come out of his mouth around me. A feeling I've never had to think about consumes me. The thought of him truly meaning what he said has my my body alight.

"Okay," I reply breathlessly. I hate to change tact, but at this point, I think Grayson has more control over my body than I do.

Slowly, he raises to his feet again. Giving me a full view of his beautiful eyes that have returned familiar again, Grayson allows a ghost of a smile to haunt his features.

And then he kisses me. At first, I'm stricken with how gentle he allows himself to be. It's enchanting; the magic he wields knee weakening.

All of a sudden, his lips against mine become more insistent, like he's trying to find himself in our kiss. The taste of him, and the feeling of his fingers dancing around my hips and waist is a heady mixture I don't think I'll ever get enough of.

Cool tipped fingers find an opening in the sheet I have still wrapped around my body, to slip through, grazing along the bare curve of my stomach, while lingering noticeably across my hips.

In any other situation, I would be nervous. But standing with my back pressed against the pictures on the wall, all thought of doubt has ebbed away.

Grayson breaks away from my the kiss, and he absence pulls at my stomach. "I've been waiting for this for a very long time."

His voice sounds so deep and erotic I can't help the shiver that consumes my body for a moment. I know by the way his hands skim barely under my breasts, and at the centre of my hips, that he is asking for permission to touch me further.

Pushing away at that moment may have been smart. But I couldn't move. Grayson had his head in my neck, his hot breath drawing in a lot of my focus.

I could almost hear the Moon Goddess telling me to accept my damn mate.

As I raised my hips, a silent, unvoiced beg, I kept repeating Grayson's words on my head. I love you.

Without a moments hesitation, as if he couldn't wait any longer, Grayson used his hands against me. Lightly tracing across my hips, and to my thighs, Grayson teased.

Perhaps he did want to hear me beg. But I couldn't. Every word I had formed in the past was choked in my throat, as I anticipated Grayson's touch against the most sensitive part of my body.

Grayson raised his head, looking up at me through mussed hair, eyes glazed over. He knew what he was doing to me. It was obvious by the way he smiled gently. He could probably see it written all over my face, or maybe it was from the softest whimpers that escaped from my mouth.

I didn't like being played with. If I was going to commit to this, then Grayson is too. The moment I lift my hips again, he gets the message.

Finally, answering my every want, Grayson's fingers touch the sensitive part of my body between my legs.

I can't help but cry out, much to Grayson's enjoyment. I could only imagine how much pleasure he was having with me reacting to his every movement, despite it being minute. Even my pleading eyes don't get much of a response.

I'm not sure how much of his gentle grazing of fingertips I can handle. Yet still, with such delicate, calculated movements, he is giving me more pleasure than any other has given me, without even-

Very suddenly, without a warning, Grayson swiftly sinks a single finger inside me. The feeling is so exquisite, I can't help the breathy moan that comes from my mouth, as I accept the spell he has caught me under.

"That's it," Grayson murmured, his voice distant as he concentrated on my hips that ground down on his hand.

I couldn't get enough of him. Enough of his lips on my neck, enough of the slow, hard strokes of his finger inside me. And as he added another finger, my entire being narrowed to that touch.

He didn't have to do anything else. His eyes on mine, gaze hot, with those persistent fingers, and raspy voice praising my every movement, I was in heaven. And I never wanted to leave.

For a second, as a familiar feeling of heat and lust began to build within me, I doubted Grayson would let me finish. Keeping me on edge would work to the best of his advantage, but tonight, he decided against playing any further.

And I couldn't be anymore grateful, as I clutched his shoulders, whimpering his name into his neck as I found my release.

"Good," came Grayson's only reply, as he held onto my hips, assisting me with standing as my legs have lost all feeling.

Breathless, I lean against my mate, sheet still against my body, but pretty much useless at this point. Suddenly, Grayson swoops me up, my feet coming off the ground.

"Let's get you to bed," Grayson said, but his words were almost lost in the haze of what just happened. And I wouldn't have to worry about it till morning.

Not now, with being in my mates arms.

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Sorry this update is a day late...I've been so caught up in working on Alpha Jasper, and then I fell asleep writing this chapter last night.

And I've been binging Big Brother, so...:P

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