Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies

by Alex Grayson

  In the back of her mind, she was running through all the ways this could go wrong, how things would never be the same again, but as he slanted his mouth over hers, all thoughts of wrong disappeared and only right remained. This was right. He was right and if the way her wolf was brushing up against the side of her subconscious, then she knew he was right too.

  Then the world fell away. The sound of the music and the hoots and hollers of the crowd all melted into the background and it was just her and King, just like it should be. She took her time running her hands over his strong shoulders and muscular arms. His scent was getting trapped in her nose, cementing the bond they shared with something stronger than just friendship. When they broke apart, she was light-headed and satisfied to see he was just as breathless as she was.

  He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then said into her ear, “Everyone is looking at us.”

  She glanced up, a blush creeping up the length of her neck and into her cheeks.

  “Can we go somewhere else?” King asked, stepping away from her and tugging at the bottom of his shirt. Without waiting for her answer, he pulled her in the direction of the hallway, opening up his bedroom door.

  Hesitantly, she walked in, suddenly nervous to be alone with him. She headed over to the solitary window and pulled back the drapes. Outside, the rumble of passing traffic and the faint smell of exhaust fumes was an assault on her wolf’s senses. She didn’t know why he liked to live in town, among the humans like he did.

  Her nerves spiked as soon as he shut the door behind them, locking out the sound of talking and dulling the base thumping through the speakers.

  Then she sensed more than heard him step up behind her, his large hands coming to rest on her hips. His palms scorched her and she turned around in the cage of his arms.

  3

  King moved slowly so he didn’t startle her. Their relationship had shifted into something heavier, more electric, and he could feel it like a tangible weight.

  “We should probably talk, huh?” Even though it physically hurt, he let her go and stopped at the bed. He didn’t want to assume anything, so he folded himself onto the ground, leaning against the frame. When she stood there and stared, he patted the space beside him. He watched with heavy-lidded eyes as she came towards him, her long, lean legs looking fucking amazing in the spike heels she was wearing.

  Easing down beside him, she smoothed the hem of her dress down over her thighs. “What do you want to talk about?” she asked.

  Reaching out, he took one of her hands in his and threaded their fingers together. She let out a little sigh and leaned her head on his shoulder.

  “Why did you break it off with Syn?”

  Abruptly, she sat up, turning her whole body to look at him. The shift in position made the hem of her dress ride up, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy thighs and a flash of her white silk panties. He was still painfully hard behind the fly of his jeans and he had no doubt the scent of his lust was permeating the room.

  Her eyes darted down to his hips and she bit her lip.

  “Please don’t look at me like that,” he murmured.

  “Like what?”

  “Like you want to do more than just talk?”

  She blushed and looked away. “Sorry.”

  “So why did you break it off with Syn?”

  Blowing out a breath, she looked down at her hands as she played with the bottom of her dress, flashing thigh and more of what lay beyond.

  Lord, give me strength.

  “The real reason Syn and I broke up was because...well, because, I’m in love with someone else.”

  “You are?” He swallowed the lump in his throat, wondering why that statement made his chest hurt. He was stunned when a smile graced her perfect lips.

  “I’m in love with you, King.”

  He felt the grin spread over his lips and he wrapped his hand around her nape, pulling her close. He kissed her nose, the side of her mouth and each side of her neck, flicking his tongue over her carotid. It hammered against her flesh, the pulse increasing by the second. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin possessively.

  Olivia dragged him closer, their lips brushing once more. And then she was licking at the seam of his mouth and he opened for her as she straddled his waist and ran her fingers through his hair.

  Easing away from her, he cupped her face and ran his thumb over her full bottom lip. “You’re sure?”

  “So sure, King, but…”

  “What if it doesn’t work?” he drawled, reading her expression because he knew her that damn well.

  She nodded, biting her bottom lip. Christ, it drove him crazy when she did that.

  “I can’t lose our friendship.”

  “We won’t. I promise you.” He took her hands in his. “You mean way too much to me to fuck it up.”

  “You mean too much to me too, but what about your job?” she whispered.

  He ran his knuckles down her cheek. So soft. “We’ll do long distance if you want? We’re strong enough for that.”

  She glanced down, shielding her face from view. “Or I could come with you?”

  His grin was fierce. “You’d do that?”

  “I think I’d follow you anywhere, King Fraser.”

  “And I would lay the world at your feet, Olivia Wolfe.”

  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders once more, playing with the hair at the back of his head. “Maybe we need to do that whole kissing thing again.”

  His brow rose. “Oh?”

  She shrugged. “You know, just to confirm that this is what I want too.”

  Grinning, he pulled her close.

  4

  Olivia let her hands roam down his shoulders, her fingers undulating over the hard planes of his pecs, skimming down his abdominals. When she reached the hem of his shirt, she hesitated for a moment before running her fingers underneath the fabric and tugging it up. Panting slightly, King sat forward, his eyes on her face the whole time. Pulling the shirt up over his head, she let out a shuddering breath as she looked over his bronzed body. He sucked in a hiss when she scraped her nails over his skin, his lungs expanding his chest with each heavy breath.

  She’d seen him naked a lot over the years, mostly while they were shifting and once when she and Jasmine caught him skinny-dipping when he was fourteen, but this was different. There was intimacy here now and she planned on exploring every hard inch of it.

  Beside his body, his hands were balled into fists, his fingers pumping in agitation.

  “Are you...are you regretting this?” she asked in a whisper.

  “Why would you say that?” he asked in a rough voice.

  “You haven’t touched me yet.”

  “I’m afraid if I touch you, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

  Sitting back, she grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head. A pumping growl broke out, her skin flushing with heat in response. Dropping the dress beside them, she sat bared. Exposed. Wanting.

  “So don’t stop,” she told him softly.

  King’s expression was fierce but his touch was gentle as he rested one hand on her rib cage, his large palm spanning the distance between her waist and the underside of her breast. His touch was scorching and for a moment he did nothing more than stare at his fingers on her. When he blinked, his wolf’s yellow eyes were front and center. Sliding his other hand around her nape, he pulled her mouth to his, his tongue demanding entry. She opened for him willingly, the penetrations mimicking what she wanted him to do to her core.

  Her whole body flushed with heat as he licked down her throat, across her shoulders and to her breasts. Her nipples became taut buds under his touch. He didn’t stop there though. Further still, her gripped her hips, his thumbs rasping over the fine satin of her panties.

  On shaking legs, she stood up and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, drawing them down her legs. King was rapt, his eyes travelling from her breasts
to the juncture between her thighs, then back to her face. She had never seen him look at her that way before. Stepping free of her underwear, she attempted to settle back on his waist but he urged her forward, closer to his mouth, instead.

  She gasped when his tongue feathered against her sex, the tentative touch followed by a much stronger swipe from her core to her clit. Her legs began to shake and her upper body fell forward onto the bed. She couldn’t stop the whimper when he sucked that tight knot of nerves into his mouth. She came apart almost immediately and King only prolonged her pleasure by keeping the pace, licking and sucking and biting until she was breathing hard and boneless.

  The sound of a zipper being drawn down and the rustle of clothes punctured her post-orgasm bliss. King tugged at her hips, urging her to straddle his waist again. His erection lay against his belly, the impressive length reaching up to touch his navel. She swallowed.

  “I love that look in your eyes,” he rasped. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you, King. All of you.” Reaching between them, she stood up his cock and eased onto it. They both cursed softly and he pulled her in for a kiss. Remaining motionless for a moment, she absorbed everything about him from the heat of his skin to the way he filled her so completely. It was stupid, but she almost felt like weeping it was so perfect.

  “I feel it too,” he told her. “You were made for me.”

  She nodded, placed a gentle kiss on his mouth, then began to move slowly. She took her time, cataloguing every sensation, committing each of his sharp exhales and slow inhales to memory. King caressed her back reverently, stroking the length of her spine with his strong fingers. When they settled on her hips, they tightened, urging her to move a little faster.

  “You feel so good, Livvy.”

  With a smile, she obliged him, picking up the pace and moaning when he hit her deep inside. He swallowed the noise with a kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth as she rode his cock. Whether it was the combination of sensations or the fact that it was King, the orgasm that rolled through her caught her unaware, making her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth opening in a soundless scream.

  He drew out the sensation, plunging into her over and over again. It wasn’t long before his strokes faltered, and with one long groan, he was filling her, his hips still pumping, his kisses slowly becoming sweeter, more chaste.

  Falling against him, she kissed the side of his neck, nuzzling in and inhaling the scent of his skin. King had always been her best friend, but now he was her lover.

  And it was perfect.

  5

  King blinked against the bright sunlight flooding into his room, his arm tightening around Olivia as she slept draped over his chest, one of her legs thrown over his thigh. He smiled at the memories that had led up to the sleeping. He couldn’t believe they’d finally taken that next step, solidifying their relationship. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he let out a contented sigh. Although he was desperate to make their mating official, he had to respect her need to wait. He knew she’d want him to go and speak to her father properly, to gain his approval.

  “You’re awake,” Olivia said sleepily before sitting up suddenly, her unbound blonde hair falling over her shoulder. “Oh my god, did we just blow off your whole going-away party to have sex?”

  With a laugh, he dragged her back down onto his chest. She felt so right being there, her warm naked flesh pressing against his, her nipples brushing against his pecs. Yup, she was right where she needed to be.

  He dragged his fingers up and down her bare arm. “It was worth it,” he told her with a grin. “I don’t regret a thing.”

  “Neither do I.” She pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “What time are you leaving again?”

  “As soon as I finish packing the last few things.” She nodded, the scent of her tears like a lance through his heart. “It’s okay, Livvy,” he soothed. “I’ll call you as soon as I arrive. Once I figure out where I’ll be staying, you can come and check things out to see if you’ll be happy there.”

  “Sounds perfect,” she whispered, wiping the tears away. She laughed in a self-deprecating way. “I don’t know why I’m crying. It won’t be long until we’re together again. Just a few weeks, right?”

  “Just a few weeks, baby. I mean, I waited this long for you. What’s a couple more

  weeks?”

  She kissed his chest again, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. He sucked in a hiss when she rimmed his nipple, her tongue swirling around his quickly hardening flesh. His cock jumped to attention, the bastard no longer content to lie semi-hard against his belly. With a giggle, Olivia finger-walked down his abs and wrapped her hand around his cock. His breath left him on a sharp exhale as she gripped him, running her hand up and down his shaft.

  “I thought you’d have had enough after last night.” Her voice was low and smokey and the sound of it made lust shoot straight through him.

  “I can never have enough of you,” he replied. “Never.”

  Sliding down the length of his torso, she settled in between his legs, taking his shaft into her hand and pumping him once. Twice. A third time made his eyes roll back in his head, his thigh muscles twitching. A warm wet sensation covered his cock and the groan that left his throat sounded more wolf than human. His hips pumped involuntarily, driving his length into her mouth.

  “Jesus, Liv,” he ground out from between his gritted teeth. “I won’t last if you keep going. And where the fuck did you learnnnn—”

  And then, like a fifteen-year-old kid, he was coming, his cock kicking inside the warm wet recesses of her mouth. Squeezing his eyes shut, he threw his head back into the pillow and rode out the high. When he finally came down, he sucked in a hiss and jerked as she cleaned him up, swiping her tongue along every inch of exposed skin. His breathing was still hard but he managed to look down the length of his body to find her with flushed cheeks and a grin that promised more was to come.

  Olivia could still taste him in her mouth and she wanted more. He wiggled his fingers at her, urging her to come back up. She climbed the length of his body, settling her weight just to the side of him.

  “You are amazing,” he murmured and she flushed with pride. King was it for her and the thought of not being with him made her heart hurt.

  “You know I don’t want to be with anyone else, right?”

  He hugged her more tightly. “Yes. And the same goes for me, Livvy.”

  Gently, she ran the pads of her fingers over his chest. “I want to mate with you, King. I want you to mark me as yours so every male will know I’m taken.”

  He swept his hands over her arms. “I want that too.”

  She sat up, propping herself up on her elbow. “So let’s do it.” He shook his head and her heart fell into the pit of her stomach. “Why not?”

  He stroked her face, ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m only doing this once and I want to do it right. I will mate you, Olivia, but not before I ask your father for permission.”

  A bubble of laughter escaped her throat and she threw her hand over her mouth. “Seriously?”

  He shrugged. “Seriously. Your father and I have always had a good relationship. I’m not afraid of him like most of the males in this pack are.”

  She snorted, then leaned down to kiss him slowly, feeling the spark of arousal flicker into existence once more. She wondered if it would always be this way, to have this passion. And as she stared into his green eyes, she knew the answer was yes.

  Always.

  About Lauren

  Born in South Africa and raised in Sydney, Lauren Dawes is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance author. In 2009, she quit her full-time Teaching English as a Second Language job to finally begin writing “that book”, letting her over-active imagination pour out onto the digital pages. She currently lives with her husband and daughter in whatever city the army happens to post them.

  Visit her at www.authorlaurendawes.com

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