"Good morning, my love, are you hungry?"
Grayson awakened at the sound of Kiera's soft whisper. He liked hearing the endearment on her lips and reached over to her. When he touched cold sheets his eyes opened to see that Kiera was not lying next to him. Confused he rolled over and saw Kiera sitting on the floor next to the bed. The white cat she was petting, the recipient of her quiet words, flicked her tail and hissed at his intrusion.
Kiera looked up as Bianca skittered under the bed to meet Grayson's slate gray eyes. She noticed hey were still heavy with sleep.
"Good morning," she said with a smile, "did I wake you?"
"Come here," he rumbled in response.
The gravely voice resonated through Kiera's being; she could no more refuse his order than not take her next breath. She rose and sat in the small space he didn't inhabit.
"Good morning," she said again while bending over to kiss his warm lips. He growled in response then pulled her closer for a deeper kiss. His tongue swept over hers deliciously.
"Good morning," he replied after letting her go. He ran his fingers through her sleep tousled hair, noting that she wore a tank top and pale pink underwear.
"How long have you been up?"
Kiera shrugged nonchalantly, "About half an hour."
Gray turned to bury his head against her hip. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
Kiera had to take a deep breath against the sensations of his warm breath and soft hair touching her skin.
"I didn't want to disturb you, I didn't know if you're a late sleeper or not."
The admission made her realize that there was a lot she didn't know about the man who shared her bed. The worry raised by that realization flickered away as he continued to nuzzle and kiss her exposed skin. Stranger or not, he knew her body intimately.
"How do you feel?" he asked against the soft skin of Kiera's thigh.
The question was so unexpected it surprised a laugh from her. Kiera met Grayson's puzzled expression.
"Sorry," she said with a wide smile. "I just can't recall the last time someone asked me that."
Grayson rose to lean on an elbow. "What do you mean?"
Kiera took a deep breath, looking into his mesmerizing gray eyes seemed to make her forget all else around her.
"No one asks me that. It's always 'what do you feel?' or 'can you tell me what so and so feels'...no one ever asks me how I feel."
Gray thought about what she had said and realized that her friends may have been neglecting Kiera over their own interests. Her feelings were very important to Grayson and he wanted her to understand that.
"So?" he persisted, "How do you feel?"
Kiera thought before answering. "Hungry. And in need of a shower. Not necessarily in that order."
He leaned his head down and took a deep whiff. "You smell heavenly to me," he said. "Like sex and sweat. I love it."
Eyes widening, Kiera replied, "That's exactly what I need to wash off before I go downstairs. I already feel like the others know what we did last night, there's no need to rub it in their faces."
Grayson lowered his face to nuzzle against her belly. The smell was exactly what he wanted his people to scent. Then they would know that she was his and in his protection. His woman, his future mate, the thought made him hard.
Kiera watched as Gray rubbed his face against her; he seemed to revel in their shared scents. The act felt more intimate than the amazing sex they'd already shared. Kiera envied the sun as it touched his tousled hair. She reached down to run her fingers through his hair, dark and silky soft. Her eyes traveled down his naked torso until the sheet covering his waist blocked her view. She realized that this man, a werewolf, had the most beautiful body she'd ever seen. It boggled the mind that such a perfectly formed creature would have any interest in her. Kiera knew she was average, in looks at least, with a body that wasn't supermodel thin or toned. As he continued to nuzzle her, Kiera felt an overwhelming desire to worship the body that gave her such pleasure.
Her hands traveled from his hair down to his shoulder and then lower to a magnificent, furred chest. Entranced by her feather light touch, Gray lay back down to let her explore. Kiera's gaze followed her fingers as they moved down the length of Grayson's body and settled against his stomach where the muscles rippled with strength. She traced each delineated muscle then ran her finger along the border of the sheet covering him. His responding groan encouraged her to go further: under the sheet, through coarse pubic hair, until she reached his already hardened manhood.
A deep breath expelled from Grayson's lungs when Kiera grabbed him. She glanced briefly at his face to assure herself that the exploration was welcome before refocusing on the heated lance within her grasp. So long and hard, the skin of his cock felt soft, but the strength underneath entranced Kiera.
She gripped him and measured him with her palm. The shy girl in her was embarrassed for touching him so intimately, but the wanton could not resist. His groan was all the invitation she needed to grip him firmly and pull up in an intimate embrace. Kiera felt his arms surround her, one around her buttocks and the other down to the vee between her legs. Like her own explorations, he touched her intimately. Kiera granted him access by parting her legs without giving up the treasure she held.
A sigh of surrender escaped her lungs when Grayson's hand breached the safety of her thighs to brush against her sex. Gray maneuvered her down beside him then reached beneath the waistline of her panties to brush against her damp folds.
Kiera squirmed within Grayson's tender grasp until she faced his throbbing cock. She ignored his attempts to turn her around and bent down to taste his cock. The tip was hard like the rest of him and she brushed her lips against it. He bucked against her tender ministrations, but she held fast to taste him again. Kiera guided his cock to her lips with a soft kiss then opened her mouth to take him inside. Overwhelmed by the feeling of his heat, Kiera leaned forward until she had half of him inside her mouth. She pulled back sensuously then dove in again.
"God," he breathed.
Kiera met his eyes smiling like a siren. "No, it's Kiera. Now stay still and let me play," she ordered then brought him into her mouth again.
Gripping his length with her right hand, Kiera licked the veins of his cock. Upon reaching the tip she took a deep breath and then swallowed as much as she could into her mouth. Kiera laved her tongue against Grayson's cock as she took as much as she could into her mouth. It was the first time she had ever done anything like this and was thrilled by the heady feeling of power that coursed through her. He tasted like salt and lust and she couldn't get enough. She pushed out the feelings of the people awake in the house and focused solely on Gray's emotions. He was drowning in lust, which she took inside her being while she bobbed up and down on him. She listened as his breath expelled from his lungs in deep gasps, felt the wild desire and reveled in the fact that she was the cause of it.
This was intimacy, she thought, this is what she'd been missing.
** ** *** ** **
Grayson endured Kiera's enthusiastic embrace as long as her could. Despite his years of sexual activity, this is the sort of thing he'd always been missing; the worship of his body by another for no other reason than pure desire. He tried to respond in kind with his fingers exploring Kiera's wet folds, but soon the pleasure that overcame his being was too much to bear. He lounged against the bed, trying to remain in control, but her passionate sucks on his cock grew too much to bear. He felt the beast slip its bonds as the knot formed at the base of his cock. He heard Kiera's breathless response, but she spared little time to acclimate to the newness, the strangeness of his beast, before moving her lips to the knot. Feeling her acceptance and desire drove Grayson over the edge. He waited until she slipped her magical mouth over him again before thrusting into her mouth. His hands slipped from her body to grip her head and force her mouth deeper until her satin lips brushed against the knot that had formed. Guiding her over him, Grayson thrust deeper as the desire to come overwhelmed him. With a deep growl, he thrust faster until he started coming into Kiera's welcoming haven.
Burst upon burst of come flowed into Kiera's mouth which she swallowed with greedy abandon. Her hands gripped Gray's waist as he thrust continuously into her mouth. He tasted of salt and wildness. She felt distinctly triumphant as he came apart by her ministrations. When at last the spurts ended, she felt oddly bereft of her prize.
Breathing deeply, Grayson used what strength was left in him to pull Kiera upward into his embrace. He listened to her panting against his throat and wanted to repay her in kind. With shaking hands he reached down and delved again between her legs.
Feeling triumphant in her victory over Grayson, Kiera was surprised when he pulled her against him again. His lips seduced her with his talented tongue while his hands removed her tank top then swept down her body. One hand brushed her thigh while the other delved between her legs. Dizzy from the pleasure she had wrought, Kiera had little defense again Grayson's attack. She opened her legs to welcome him, but was surprised when he teased her wet lips apart. The feeling of his thick fingers between her folds was too much.
"No!" she cried out when Gray shoved two fingers into her.
"Your turn, sweetness," he countered.
Grayson's fingers worked magic upon Kiera's body as they thrust deep into her sheath while his thumb tantalized her clit. Soon she was too caught up in desire to resist and lay back to allow him full access to her body.
"Take me!" Kiera cried desperately.
Her wishes were ignored as Grayson continued to fondle her. Instead of mounting her, Grayson pushed deeper inside her pussy and hooked his fingers against her G-spot. Kiera nearly wept with the pleasure that assailed her; she pushed against his hands in desperation as the tidal wave of her desire grew.
"Now, my sweet," he whispered against her panting lips. Grayson kissed her deeply as his thumb thrust against the hardened kernel of her clit. Kiera flew apart in a sea of pleasure, crying and screaming Grayson's name.
Gasping for air, Kiera wrapped herself around Grayson as the orgasm wrecked her body. His fingers remained lodged deep inside and she couldn't keep from clasping her muscles around him. It was delicious bliss that she relished with each breath of her body.
