of what he did with his hand sent heat rushing through her veins. Odd sensations filled her as he stroked the phallus across her cleft. He murmured to her, sliding the dildo in a teasing caress. Tension filled her body as he toyed with her like a wolf with prey. Her nipples tightened as she suppressed the instinct to squeeze down hard.
With one hand, he deftly lifted her hips, sliding a palm beneath her groin. Grayson played with her clit as he continued to stroke the phallus. She felt herself opening up. Blushing modesty capitulated to primal instinct as her legs spilled open in a silent plea.
Gently, he parted her cheeks and pushed the phallus inside her. Pressure increased. Samantha gasped from the strange fullness. It didn’t hurt, but stretched her as he continued to rub her clit. She rocked her hips against his palm, moaning. He pushed the phallus in further.
“On your knees,” he instructed.
The pleasure ceased a minute, then began again with the friction of his palm, and the incredible full feeling of the phallus. Grayson leaned over her, penetrated her vaginal opening with his thick cock. He rocked back and forth, his hand moving across her as he thrust.
Samantha screamed as she climaxed, the twin pressure of the phallus and his penis filling her completely. He grunted, slamming into her, flooding her with his warm seed.
Collapsing onto the bed, she panted, all inhibitions shed. Gently he removed the phallus, tossed it aside.
Amusement, not tenderness, danced in his gray eyes as he lay beside her.
Gulping for breath, her heart racing, she put a hand on his scarred cheek. He stiffened. So unlike his previous actions.
Confusion filled her. They’d had searing sex, and yet he acted as if she were a stranger. Samantha tried to lighten the tense silence. “I suppose you’ve had many lovers.”
His jaw turned to stone. “A few. Those who could stand me.”
This ugly side was new to her. Samantha’s stomach knotted. “There must have been females in your pack who found you irresistible.”
Her light, teasing tone did not coax out a smile, but a scowl. “My pack leader ousted me, the bastard. I’ve been banished for good.”
Naked, he rolled over and stood, pacing to the window. Between his splayed legs she caught a glimpse of his resting sex, his heavy sac. Grayson rested a palm against the window.
“I can’t let them get to me,” he muttered. “I’m going to kill them. Slit their throats for what they did to me.”
Fury snapped in his eyes as he turned. His stance was rigid, his muscles quivering as if ready to spring like a wolf on a deer. Samantha’s heart twisted. “What happened, Grayson? What’s going on between you and your pack? Be honest.”
“Honest? I’m supposed to be fucking honest? I was honest, damn it, and they punished me for it.” His expression grew cruel. “I’ll make them pay.”
Alarmed at his mood swing, she joined him at the window. Samantha touched his bare arm, hoping their connection would calm him. She sent pulses of soothing white light into her touch. “You live for duty and loyalty.” She softened her voice. “What did you do that was so terrible to them? You must have had a good reason.”
His jaw turned to stone. “Back off. You’re treading on dangerous ground.”
The white light had no effect. Samantha went to lace her arms around him, but he shrugged away, his gaze stormy as he stared outside. What would cause Grayson to go against his very nature?
Duty. Loyalty. She seized on these. “You can’t return. Leave me alone, unprotected? You swore to protect me.”
And I need protecting like a demon needs matches, but this has to work. Something’s very wrong.
He turned, sliding a palm over her nape. She shivered at his sensual touch. “I swore a lot of things, sugar, but a man’s got a right to change his mind. Though if you stay naked, I might change my mind. Stay here a while, in bed.”
Against her belly, his penis was hard as stone.
With one hand, he deftly lifted her hips, sliding a palm beneath her groin. Grayson played with her clit as he continued to stroke the phallus. She felt herself opening up. Blushing modesty capitulated to primal instinct as her legs spilled open in a silent plea.
Gently, he parted her cheeks and pushed the phallus inside her. Pressure increased. Samantha gasped from the strange fullness. It didn’t hurt, but stretched her as he continued to rub her clit. She rocked her hips against his palm, moaning. He pushed the phallus in further.
“On your knees,” he instructed.
The pleasure ceased a minute, then began again with the friction of his palm, and the incredible full feeling of the phallus. Grayson leaned over her, penetrated her vaginal opening with his thick cock. He rocked back and forth, his hand moving across her as he thrust.
Samantha screamed as she climaxed, the twin pressure of the phallus and his penis filling her completely. He grunted, slamming into her, flooding her with his warm seed.
Collapsing onto the bed, she panted, all inhibitions shed. Gently he removed the phallus, tossed it aside.
Amusement, not tenderness, danced in his gray eyes as he lay beside her.
Gulping for breath, her heart racing, she put a hand on his scarred cheek. He stiffened. So unlike his previous actions.
Confusion filled her. They’d had searing sex, and yet he acted as if she were a stranger. Samantha tried to lighten the tense silence. “I suppose you’ve had many lovers.”
His jaw turned to stone. “A few. Those who could stand me.”
This ugly side was new to her. Samantha’s stomach knotted. “There must have been females in your pack who found you irresistible.”
Her light, teasing tone did not coax out a smile, but a scowl. “My pack leader ousted me, the bastard. I’ve been banished for good.”
Naked, he rolled over and stood, pacing to the window. Between his splayed legs she caught a glimpse of his resting sex, his heavy sac. Grayson rested a palm against the window.
“I can’t let them get to me,” he muttered. “I’m going to kill them. Slit their throats for what they did to me.”
Fury snapped in his eyes as he turned. His stance was rigid, his muscles quivering as if ready to spring like a wolf on a deer. Samantha’s heart twisted. “What happened, Grayson? What’s going on between you and your pack? Be honest.”
“Honest? I’m supposed to be fucking honest? I was honest, damn it, and they punished me for it.” His expression grew cruel. “I’ll make them pay.”
Alarmed at his mood swing, she joined him at the window. Samantha touched his bare arm, hoping their connection would calm him. She sent pulses of soothing white light into her touch. “You live for duty and loyalty.” She softened her voice. “What did you do that was so terrible to them? You must have had a good reason.”
His jaw turned to stone. “Back off. You’re treading on dangerous ground.”
The white light had no effect. Samantha went to lace her arms around him, but he shrugged away, his gaze stormy as he stared outside. What would cause Grayson to go against his very nature?
Duty. Loyalty. She seized on these. “You can’t return. Leave me alone, unprotected? You swore to protect me.”
And I need protecting like a demon needs matches, but this has to work. Something’s very wrong.
He turned, sliding a palm over her nape. She shivered at his sensual touch. “I swore a lot of things, sugar, but a man’s got a right to change his mind. Though if you stay naked, I might change my mind. Stay here a while, in bed.”
Against her belly, his penis was hard as stone.
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