Chapter 53
I hadn’t realized I had drifted off until I woke in Grayson’s arms as he carried me back to camp.
I buried my face in his chest, relishing the feeling of him as I bounced along. The night had grown darker since the moon had set behind the trees.
The creatures of the forest were alive and loud, only silencing as we passed by. The ache between my legs was a low thrum, the absence of my virginity a pain along the walls of my depth.
We hadn’t been far from camp and I heard the light crackling of the fire that still lived at Jax’s feet. His form was slumped against the log, moving with his snores as we passed behind him to Grayson’s hut.
Grayson pulled the door open with the tips of his fingers, not knowing that I was barely awake now. Inside was empty aside from a dip in the ground that was filled with dried flexible stalks, acting as a sort of mattress in the earth.
He kneeled slowly, lowering into the bed before joining me by my side. I rolled on top of him as soon as he was settled in, pulling my leg around his waist and draping my arm over his chest. My head rested against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him.
The warmth of him seeped into my skin and my body softened. I drifted off without fighting it, sinking into the safety of his arms as a kiss fell onto my forehead.
When I woke again, it was to pure bliss.
I was lying on my back, no Grayson by my side. Instead, the mass of him sat below my waist.
His mouth was on my sex, licking at my clit in a way that made me whimper.
"You taste so damn good," he mumbled between my legs.
Now that I was fully awake and ready for him, he crawled back to my side. He was entirely naked and utterly ready to claim me again. I was still very sore from the previous night yet my body responded to his touch as he took a nipple between two fingers, rubbing gently.
The ache turned to sheer delight as a pulsing began. Our lips met, making me silly-puddy beside him. He wrapped his arm around and tucked under, turning me on my side with my back pressed against his chest.
I lifted my leg, setting in over his as he pressed between my legs. He found my opening, already saturated with need. Pushing in, I gasped. The pain returned and I squeezed the bedding beneath me.
His hand started on my hip, using it to push and pull as he rocked himself inside me. It then moved across my stomach and over my breasts. He groped at me before traveling even further up.
His hand wrapped around my throat just below my chin, fingers gripped around my jaw as he turned my head up. His lips were at my ear as he growled.
"Don’t worry, love. I’ll fuck you with care."
My eyes rolled back as the accent in his words set fire to my core. I moved my hips with his own movements, matching his slow speed and driving him deeper.
His grunts pressed into my skull, possessing me and his grip on my neck tightened as his tempo quickened. It hurt so nicely. I wanted him to stop and never stop at the same time.
My back arched, pushing my ass into his waist. His hand left my throat to return to my hips and I pulled my leg up towarss my side, turning me more onto my stomach. This allowed him to be able to glide his length with ease, ribbing inside me as he teased his pace.
His hand clapped against the supple skin of my rump, making me yip before he rammed back into me.
His strokes were rough and full of a raw intent, not as careful as he had promised. I was beginning to lose my mind as I moaned against the way he took pleasure in me.
He pulled out suddenly, and I cried out at the absence. With a swift movement, he flipped me over and jerked my hips to meet him where he sat on his heels. He stuffed himself back inside me again, taking me for himself.
With hands on my hips we moved together, building the sensation until it pooled over. I came around him, spasms trembling through me until he joined in my orgasm. He fell into my chest, breathing hard as he cursed my name.
"Fuck, Rebel. You’ll be the death of me."
I chuckled, vibrating with satisfaction.
Once he caught his breath, he dressed and opened the door to a bright light that made me cover my eyes and turn away. He closed me in until I was ready.
I relaxed into where I lay, enjoying the feeling of the change I had gone through. I felt different, more experienced and wiser. It was like I had become an entirely new person, one that didn’t cower from the fear of such close relations.
My hand drifted down my own skin, feeling the places where Grayson had touched, kissed, and licked. The moisture between my legs was still warm and I touched the feeling, a slimy white milk following from my fingers that mixed with the red remnants of my virginity.
I got up, a growing need to wash myself pushing me rejoin the outside world. Grayson must have left my bra behind in the forest but my skirt and underwear were set by the door. I pulled on my underwear, and upon inspecting my skirt, found it somehow torn in half.
Knowing I couldn’t leave the hut in only my undies, I searched the small hut for something to cover with. the thought of being naked around Jax when his nerves were on edge with the full moon made my pulse quicken.
Panic set over me as I realized I had only scraps to wear. I wrapped the skirt around my chest, hiding my breasts and only my breasts.
With my stomach and legs bare, I peeked around the door. The space was empty and I tiptoed further.
Without Jax or Grayson nearby, I searched the areas for what I could use as better clothing. My eyes landed on the large leaves of the plants that surrounded our camp.
Picking a few, I poked holes and threaded strings I pulled from the former skirt to make new bottoms that worked better than I would have thought.
Satisfied with my work and a low grumble in my stomach, I stood to search for my boys. The silence was thick in the air as I noticed their hunting must not be nearby.
Searching for another sustenance, I found Jax’s stash of berries and plucked them into my mouth while I sat by the fire to wait.
A shout in the distance made my back straighten and head swivel. Birds flew up above, disturbed from where they were perched. An odd feeling overcame me as I realized something was wrong.
I crouched below my log, eyes darting around the forest line. I had been so entranced by my time with Grayson that I had let go of the caution for Dominic.
"Jax!" Came the voice again, this time closer and undeniably Grayson’s.
"Grayson!" I called out, panic in my tone.
He burst through the trees, relaxing slightly as he saw me safe.
"What’s happened?" I asked, noticing the deep furrow in his brow.
"It’s Jax, he’s nearby but I can’t find him. I think Dominic might have him, I can smell him in the air."
I froze, my heart breaking and breath shuttering as I thought of Jax in harms way.
"I can’t feel Dominic, he must be blocking me. Grayson you have to find him, if anything happens to Jax... I..." A tear fell as my lip quivered, unable to finish my sentence.
Grayson gripped my shoulders, "I’ll find him. Stay here, don’t come no matter what you hear. Understand?"
I nodded at his command. His lips pursed in what might have been a reassuring smile but only looked like a grimace on his face.
He bolted back into the woods, leaving me frightened and alone.
I rushed back to the hut, grabbing a knife as I went and tucking it into the band of string around my waist.
Sitting in the corner of the hut, the only sound I could hear was my own breathing. It was rapid and fractured.
I placed my hand on my chest where my mothers locket still rested. Closing my eyes, I worked to slow my breathing.
Concentrating, I could feel Grayson as he searched for Jax. Worry split him in two, the pull for me mixed with the thirst for blood. How could Dominic be so dumb? To come here was a death sentence.
I wouldn’t think he would hurt Jax, he hadn’t last time. But to use him to lure Grayson out was ruthless. There was no way Grayson would let him live past the day and with Jax on his side, they would overtake him easily.
Unless it was a trap, I thought. This could be the plan that Julien was talking about. Take Jax, lure in Grayson, and attack in a way that would guarantee his victory.
I scrambled to my feet in a desperate attempt to warn Grayson before he fell for the trick but my hands froze at the door.
A feeling tickled at the back of my spine. A familiar sensation that made me look deeper inside myself.
It was a pull. A tether. A bond so close, I could reach out and touch it.
Suddenly, the door flew open and I fell backwards to the ground. Dominic’s heaving rage blotted out the sunlight before he reached down, grabbing me by the ankle, and dragged me away.