Dawn Endeavor 5: Grayson's Gamble (15 page)

And he speared her in one long, deep thrust.

So far inside her, he sank into her heat. And then he fucked her.
Hard.
Brutally.
Without mercy, giving her exactly what her beast desired.

A true dominant, he mastered her body and then her mind. Whispers and pleas went directly into her head as he plunged faster. Sensation rebounded, her desire exponentially fierce as Gray took her. He rained kisses over her lips, her cheeks, and sucked again at her throat, biting,
then
licking the sting away. The rasp of his tongue made her crazed, evidence of his beast there in every swipe over her bloodied wound that healed in seconds.

The climax caught her by surprise, and she cried out and tightened around him, coaxing his pleasure. Still shuddering around him, she felt the hot rush of his seed as he jerked and ground against her. Her clit
spasmed
,
and she came again, relishing the Circ who held her so tightly.

“Oh fuck. Oh yeah, that’s it.
So good.”
He pulled out,
then
slammed home again, leaving more of himself inside her. “All of me. That’s a good girl.” He blinked down at her, his gaze replete, his smile wide. “You are one sexy, bad-ass Circ.” He let go of the hip he’d been clenching to run his clawed hand over her hair. “I never thought I’d say this, but I like the red in your eyes and the black lines in your skin. That danger is sexy.
Makes you wild, Ali.
A woman who can handle me.”
He seemed more than pleased with himself.

“Yeah, well, it’s nice to see you’re not as meek as you first looked.” She hooked her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss, muffling his chuckles.

His laughter turned to a groan, and he carried her, still joined, into the bathroom. Inside, he withdrew from her and turned on the shower. Then he dragged her in with him. “
Change
back.”

The order implicit in his tone she could have done without. But she had a feeling he wanted to continue their play. Watching him
change
while she remained her beast, she felt an odd snap inside her, as if a part of the shield holding her safe from the world had fallen. That a man as powerful as Gray would let his guard down enough to be so vulnerable while she held the upper hand stunned her.

“Well? I’m waiting.” He stood under the spray of warm water. But he didn’t do more than wait for her as he looked into her eyes.

She
changed
back and looked up at him once more.

“So sexy.
No wonder Bas
was loving
his time as a captive.” Gray washed her thoroughly, his touch curiously gentle as he caressed her from her neck to her shoulders and lower. He paid a lot of attention to her breasts and between her legs. When he was done, he refused to hand her the bar of soap.

She watched him clean himself. When he moved to his cock, his shaft thickened, and he quickly let go.

“You’re always hard.
You and Bas.”

He smiled, and the beauty in his expression took her aback. “Only around people I really like.”

She blushed again.

“God, you’re beautiful. Do you know that?”

She didn’t know what to say. And then she couldn’t have spoken if she’d wanted to.

Gray put the soap in the holder and kissed her. But this kiss was soft, gentle, exploring, with a wicked laziness as if he had all the time in the world.

She groaned and clutched his shoulders. But his kiss lingered until she grew light-headed, short of breath. He left her mouth and kissed her throat, her collarbone.
Down the slopes of her sensitive breasts to her nipples.
He sucked one, then the other, hard pulls that made her clit throb.

“I didn’t pay these enough attention, did I?” he rasped as he pulled back to look at her.
“Oh yeah.
She’s always there, your beast. I love that.” He returned to her breasts,
laving
them until she wanted to scream in frustration. As if she hadn’t had sex just a few moments ago, she needed to come again. And come hard.

Gray must have sensed she’d reached her limit, because he trailed his kisses down and sank to his knees.

“Gray?”

“Grayson Belle.
At your service.”
He winked at her before putting his face into her mound. He nuzzled her folds and spread her thighs wider.

She’d read about
this,
even had a few dreams about it. But she’d never experienced a man’s mouth on her. And
oh God
, what she’d been missing.

Gray licked and sucked her clit, sending her into a world of pleasure from which she never wanted to leave. She gripped his wet hair, immersed in him, his scent,
his
mouth.

“Gray, please.” She felt so empty, so needy.

“Come over my tongue,” he murmured and sucked harder. Then he shoved a finger inside her and pumped it in time with his magical lips.

“Oh yes. Oh yes,” she whispered and came, gushing into his mouth as he refused to ease off.

When she trembled on the point of pain,
oversensitized
, he let her go. But she didn’t like the thought of her mate hard and hungering.

She questioned her own choice of words when Gray distracted her. He stood, and his cock brushed her thigh. Up close, she could see his size, the thick stalk veined and wet with water. His slit filled with cream, the moisture there for
her
, because she made him want.

“Suck me.” He gritted his teeth when she circled his flesh with her hand.

This close, touching him, she felt small.
Feminine.
Desired.
Not lusted after, an object of male need, but wanted as a lover, a woman Gray not only admired, but liked. She softened, her heart beating just for him.

“On your knees.
I want to watch you suck me off,” he growled.

More than willing to obey for the first time in her life, she knelt before him and took him in her mouth. The foreign taste tantalized and thrilled her.

When he pushed more of himself between her lips, she opened to receive him.

“Fuck. Oh yeah, Ali.
To the back of your throat, baby.
So good.
Take me inside you. All the way,” he said, breathless.

Overcome with emotion, Ali accepted the powerful male. She wanted to give back all the pleasure she’d received. She continued to catch snippets in her mind, his enjoyment, his affection for her, his complete enthrallment with Ali’s entire being—beast, woman, and wild mutant.

The discomfort she would have imagined she’d feel when he hit the back of her throat didn’t come, aided by her beast. She automatically
changed
just enough to enlarge her mouth and throat, and she licked and swallowed Gray’s small bursts of semen with eagerness.

“Here it comes. Just for you. All for you,” he said on a groan as a jet of cum filled her mouth and trickled down her throat.

She continued to suck and swallow him while he emptied himself inside her. To her shock, she purred, and he cried out as he came again, another burst of release she’d given him.

When he’d finished and his erection finally flagged, she pulled away.

Gray hauled her to her feet and kissed her. Then he hugged her tight, and they shivered together in the cooling water. “That was amazing.
Thank you, baby.
You were absolutely incredible. Damn. I can’t wait to do that all over again.”

When she just hugged him tight and said nothing, he pulled back to look down at her. “You okay? It felt good, right?” His gaze was searching.

She nodded.
“More than good.
I’ve never done that before. With my mouth, or yours, I mean.”

His frown eased into a smile. “You’re an innocent little thing, aren’t you?”

“I’m not that little.”

“You are compared to me.
And Bas.”
His smile remained, but she could feel him reach out to Bas with his mind, that surge of power impossible to ignore. “He’s okay. Bastard likes to think he’s better at people skills than I am, but he’s still unsure of himself when it comes to dealing with other psychics.”

That didn’t seem right, considering Bas had moved her with his mind. “He is?”

“Bas had a hard time not too long ago.” He reached behind her to turn off the water, but he continued to talk as he dried them off and dragged her with him to the bed. “Like you, he was taken against his will. That’s what made him Circ. He can move things with his mind, and he’s a real go-getter. Someone took notice and tried to mold him into what they wanted.” Gray snuggled with her under the covers. “But Bas kind of does what he wants. He’s good at following orders when he wants to and giving you the finger when he feels the need, too.”

“He follows you, doesn’t he?” She watched as Gray’s expression softened.

“Yeah, he does. Apparently he followed you too.” Gray narrowed his gaze. “You had your way with my mate, didn’t you?”

Not sure what his mean look signified, she tried to move away from him, but he wouldn’t let her.
“So what?
He invaded my land.
My space.
He’s mine.”

Gray nodded. “Yeah, but he was mine first.
You too.”

“Me too what?”

“You’re
mine
now too.
My mate.
Bas’s mate.
We’re one, baby. So don’t fight it, okay?” He kissed her on the head and yawned.

“Fight what?” Panicked and not sure why, considering her beast continued to purr in his embrace, she sat up. “We had sex.
Big deal.
I’m sure you do this all the time.”

“Nope.
This pull, this amazing heat between us?
Just with you and Bas. Humans can’t satisfy the need, and frankly, it’s annoying to always have to pull in my strength with them.”

“But you can’t mate me. I’m a mutant.” She held out her forearms, bemused to see the black of her veins so faded.
Mates?
The thought scared the crap out of her, mostly because she wanted what he said to be true. To belong with men who cared. Who wouldn’t hurt her or lie to her. Who would accept her despite all her
deficiencies.

“You’re
my
mutant. That makes all the difference.” Gray shrugged. “You’ll get used to it eventually. No one fucks with me and what’s mine. No one will hurt you. And from what Bas told me of your abilities, you’ll fit right in with my team.” He nodded again.
“Yeah.
We’ll have to take care of Bas, because he’s softer than we are. But you feel right. Much as I hate to admit it, my beast knows better than me.” He sighed. “And don’t ever tell my grandmother this, but I’m glad as hell she sent me on this mission.”

“Grandmother?
Wait, mates?
Bas?
This is a lot to take in.”

“
Shh
. Easy, honey. Just relax. Sleep on it. I can already tell you
your
beast likes the idea. Your rage and hungers are easy now, aren’t they? Because the mutant senses it has what it needs to be complete. Me.
And Bas, of course.
Can’t wait to try out both of you at the same time.
Sex is going to be out of this world.” He wiggled his brows at her, and she couldn’t help thinking the same thing.

But his easy acceptance of this huge change annoyed her.

“So what?
I’m just supposed to leave my cabin and mountains and join you? Where? When? How do we live?” Though the idea had appeal, to leave this place and the bad memories behind, she didn’t like the thought of the unknown. Every time she’d left her grandfather and their mountain, bad things seemed to happen.

“You let me worry about that.” His arrogance astounded her.

Angry and suddenly in no mood to sleep, she unleashed her pheromones, stunning Gray enough that she could leap out of bed and grab her gun before he could move. “Let you worry, my ass.” She shot him in the chest twice, enough to knock him out for a while. In the meantime, she’d figure out what to do about all this.

She dressed. Then she carried him downstairs and tied him up with Circ restraints. Asleep, he looked dangerous but boyishly cute.
Darker where Bas was lighter, but just as sweet.

She frowned and left him only to return with a blanket. After seeing to his comfort, she returned to the house upstairs and straightened up, hiding signs of his presence. No one had ever found her here, but there was always a first time. And while she scouted her mountain again, Gray would be safe, undetected and out of sight.

Her beast whined about leaving him, but Ali didn’t trust her desire to remain. She thrilled at the thought of being kept by Gray and Bas. To feel that same love and trust they had for each other, to know that kind of joy. Her grandfather had felt it for her grandmother before the woman had passed when Ali was a girl. The older man had loved her as well, treating her like the child her mother would have loved had Amy Ross not died a few years after giving birth.

It seemed everyone Ali cared for died, and she was hesitant to admit the thought of losing Gray or Bas scared her. To have such affection—love—for two men she’d just met didn’t make sense. But her intuition told her she couldn’t ignore their appearance in her life. The changes she’d be forced to confront had found her.
First Bas, then Gray.
She just wished she knew if they were the last of it, or if she’d face more uncertainty.