Into The Unknown World

“Were they like that with you? Cunning? Hard to read? A pain in the ass?” Grayson chuckled as he kissed my head. I fell against his chest in his room and sighed. That meeting two days ago had been insane and intense and it was still plaguing me, well us. I think Grayson couldn’t shake it either. Who would have thought about anything they told us? I couldn’t speak for him, but I felt like my life was a whole big lie. But, it would all explain why him and I were so damn unique; not that I wanted a reason THAT badly, exactly.

“You need to stop; you need a distraction.”

“You got one?” I lifted my head to look at him and saw the glint in his eye right before his lips captured mine. I moaned against his lips as I shifted to keep my body flushed with his. I loved how every part of him fit so right and hard against all of my softness. I got up as I straddled his waist and yanked his shirt off, my hands running up over his stomach and over his chest, watching his face as I did. His lips curled up into a smile as his hands ran over my sides and rested on my hips.

I leaned down, by passing his lips, earning myself a playful growl and then a deep moan as I ran my tongue over the bite marks on the side of his neck. I closed my eyes as I ran my tongue along the vein, finding another spot and sank my fangs in, taking a small amount of his blood before closing the wound, although, I took a moment or two to tease the area, loving how he was squirming against me.

“Fire,” he mumbled, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust up against me.

“What?” I asked as I trialed my kisses down his chest.

“Wolves don’t like being at your mercy.” Before I could figure out what he meant, he had us flipped over, his body pressing me down, his one hand holding my wrists above my head, his lips devouring mine, and all while his other hand was grabbing a silk tie. I finally broke the kiss as I stared up at my hands that were carefully tied to his headboard.

“What the hell?”

“This time, you will be at my mercy.” He sat up, quickly ripping and shredding my clothes off. I wanted to be mad at him for doing that, but I couldn’t be; in fact, I was willing to admit I was so fucking turned on. His eyes flashed as they ran over my body and I saw the desire burning in their depths.

I was never one to be at anyone’s sexual mercy. As a vampire, I was one to take control, but to know I had no means to touch him, to get him worked up and turned on, left me feeling like a fish out of the water. Not that I needed to really touch him to turn him on, but it sure fucking helped. I bit my lip as his eyes kept roaming over my body and I fought the urge to squirm under his gaze.

“You know Fire,” he said as his hands stared running over my body, starting at my neck, then over my breasts and down my legs, “you are one gorgeous and sexy woman. And seeing you like this, tied up for me, is such a God damn turn on.” He leaned down, his own lips trailing over my neck and over his mark which caused my hips to jerk up and a loud moan to escape. “Where do I start in my fun?”

“Grayson,” I whispered, knowing without a doubt that he would titillate, torment and tease me, and I honestly had no objections. His lips and tongue moved downward, stopping at my breast. I closed my eyes as he blew lightly on the already hardened nipple before he drew it into his mouth, his teeth tugging on the ring. I arched up, pushing more of the boob against his mouth. He chuckled, his hands moving to push me back down.

“No, love, you won’t get to urge me on that way,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my skin. I opened my eyes to look at him, trying not to move anymore. His eyes stayed locked with mine as his lips moved to the other nipple, sucking on that one as well. I hissed, trying my best not to scream. We weren’t in a private cabin in the middle of nowhere and we weren’t in my wing of my house where no one could hear us.

“Damn it, Grayson,” I moaned, straining against my bands. He lifted a brow as he kept on looking at me, working his way down over my stomach and my hips before he threw my legs over his shoulder, his tongue sliding over my wet folds. I bit my lips to keep from crying out as his tongue found my clit. Damn, did this man turn me into putty with his skills. And as his hands wrapped around my legs to hold me steady, I just about screamed.

“Fire,” he breathed against my lips, the sensations rolling through me.

“Yes,” I whispered back, having not thought process as he tortured me with his tongue.

“You can’t bite your lip. I can’t have the smell of blood out there; they haven’t fixed the room yet.” My brown wrinkled as I tried to work through that statement but I soon lost focus on it as Grayson’s tongue found its way back into my center. I licked my lips, digging my nails into my hands as I felt myself getting closer. But he quickly stopped, ridding himself of his clothes faster than I had ever seen and quickly slammed into me.

I cried out but his mouth quickly caught the cry. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper as my hips met his hips, thrust for thrust. Shit, this wasn’t fair that I couldn’t hold him, that I couldn’t feel those muscles under my hands. His lips left mine as they roamed over my neck and up to my ear.

“Do you want me to let you go?” I shivered at the hot breath sliding along my ear but I nodded. He tugged on my binding and my arms quickly wrapped around his neck.

“I love holding you,” I whispered as my hips kept moving with his. He smirked as he pulled back slightly to look at me.

“I love it when I have you in my arms too.” Once more, our lips connected and our tongues found the same rhythm that our hips did. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he picked up speed, driving his cock harder and deeper into me. I broke the kiss to toss my head back as I felt myself getting closer. His lips trailed over the exposed neck, and when he bit and sucked on one spot, I exploded.

“Shit, Grayson!” I bucked up hard against his hips, clenching him tightly and triggering his own release. I turned my head and lightly nicked his vein in his neck to taste a couple drops and groaned, finally releasing him. He stayed buried in me for a few more moments before he shifted and rolled off on my side, wrapping his arm around my waist. I swallowed a few times, an odd expression crossing my face.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just…odd.” I sat up and looked around before cocking an eyebrow at him. “You ripped my clothes.” He glanced down at the floor and gave a sheepish look.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Here, let me grab you something.” He jumped up and grabbed a pair of his boxers and a grey shirt. As I took them, I smiled. “What?”

“You know you won’t get them back, right?”

“That age ol’ thing of a female keeping her man’s clothes?”

“Yes.” I slipped the shirt on and left the boxers for later. Grayson stopped up before me and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Fire, I want you to know how much I love you.” He paused as he looked at me, his hands holding onto mine. “What’s wrong?” I opened my mouth to respond but I couldn’t, instead I pushed him away and made my way to his bathroom.