Page 64 of Grayson’s Challenge

Monique undressed too, before she reached for his hand and ushered him into the ensuite bathroom, where she turned on the shower and stepped inside. When the warm water ran down her beautiful body, Grayson felt arousal charge through him. He joined her in the shower, and Monique put her arms around him, pressing her body to his.

“Thank you for saving my life earlier,” she said and kissed him softly.

“I almost had a heart attack.” The memory of seeing Monique in the clutches of three vampires about to kill her, had scared the living daylights out of him. And he wasn’t scared easily.

“Vampires can’t have heart attacks,” she murmured.

“Let’s just say seeing you in danger does terrible things to me. I don’t like that feeling,” he confessed. He’d never felt such dread, such horror. The thought of losing Monique had sent an icy chill through his veins.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

“I could think of a thing or two.” She slid her hands down to his ass and jerked him to her.

His hard-on rubbed against her stomach, and the contact sent a spear of lust through his body. He put his arms around her, touching the soft skin of her back, caressing her sweet ass, while the warm water ran down their bodies. Grayson brought his lips to hers, and hungrily captured her mouth, while he pressed Monique back against the tiles of the shower so she couldn’t escape. He ground his cock against her, while he explored the sweet cavern of her mouth with his tongue, demanding her surrender.

Soft moans issued from Monique’s throat, and he could feel her heartbeat match his own. Beating fast and strong, like drums echoing in the night, his rhythm matched hers, and hers his. Everything else vanished, only one thought remained: to make love to the woman he loved. The need to take her became stronger with each second he kissed her, tasted her, explored her. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, even though he’d never consciously realized it before. He wanted a strong woman, a warrior, a fighter. A woman who knew what it meant to crave another’s blood. A woman who could hold her own. Monique was all that, and more. She was an alpha. And his equal.

Her passion matched his, her carnal needs equaled his, and the fire inside her, her drive and determination turned him on. It didn’t matter that they didn’t have much time for this, and couldn’t linger in each other’s arms for long, he had to make love to her now as if his life depended on it.

He ripped his lips from hers, and felt his fangs descend.

Monique’s eyes flew open, and she pinned him, lust blazing from them, while she ground her pelvis against him, demanding more. “Grayson, fuck me!”

He spun her around without a word, and she braced her hands against the tiles, and widened her stance, sticking her ass out in invitation. He centered himself behind her, and led his cock to her pussy. With one thrust, he seated himself in her warm sheath, her juices coating his erection and welcoming him.

“I missed this.” He let out a moan, and gripped her hips with both hands.

“Damn, you feel so good,” Monique confessed, looking over her shoulder.

She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, her fangs peeking from between her lips. The sight sent a hot spear of lust straight into his balls, making him plunge deeper and harder into her, his tempo accelerating.

“You like that, don’t you? You like to be fucked hard.”

“Yes!”

He moved his head closer to hers. “Are you ever gonna let another man fuck you like this?”

Monique took a breath, then another one.

“Tell me,” he demanded, pounding his cock into her without pause.

“What if I do?” she asked, her voice raspy.

She was challenging him? “Then I’d have to punish you for it.”

He pulled his cock out of her and slapped her on her ass. A surprised gasp burst from her lips, but she didn’t free herself from his grip. Instead, she looked at him with half-closed eyes, her lips parted, a visible shiver running down her spine.

“Maybe you should punish me with something really hard,” she said on a breath and lowered her gaze to indicate his cock. “And long… and thick… That would really teach me not to disobey.”

“You mean this?” He thrust his cock back into her with such force that she gasped.

“Oh yes, that’s exactly what I need to obey.”

Grayson thrust back and forth. “Well, then I’m glad I have what it takes to keep you in line.”

“Hmm.” She moaned, her breaths uneven. “But…”