Stranded with my mates: Rejected & Claimed

Chapter 67: Chapter 67

I slept with Grayson in the hut, leaving Marek and Jax alone by the fire. The feeling left me with vivid and disturbing dreams. Growling and howling shadows, screams from unknown women and helpless animals, yellow eyes and bloodied teeth.

I woke with a start, lifting into a seated position, Grayson still fast asleep beside me. I rubbed the dreams away from my eyes and instead turned my thoughts towards the man who slept beside me.

It was rare for me to wake before him and I watched him closely, the dip in his brow straight and soft. The fragility of him in this state gave a rise in my stomach and I felt trouble brewing in my mind.

His chest was displayed before me, the lines of muscles that tensed even when relaxed begging for me to touch them.

He wore his pants to bed but I could still see the outline of his manhood against them, making me wish he had slept naked.

I tested my clothes, tugging at the taut edges that pulled my skin up with it. I sighed through my nose and returned my attention to his unreserved body.

The shape of his lips were pillowy, the bottom larger than the top. His cheek dipped below its bone before widening against his jaw line. The hair that swept over his jaw seemed to glisten against the morning light that shined through the slats in the walls.

I leaned over him, feeling his steady breath against my neck before I took the edge of his ear in my mouth.

His hands gripped my waist as he came to life below me. He let out a delicious noise that made me smile at the reaction to my awakening.

I kissed the soft spot below his ear, moving down his neck while crossing my leg over him to mount his growing lower half.

"This isn’t fair," he whispered against my hair.

Moving my kisses to his chest, I nibbled on the skin before moving back up to his throat and tasted the spot beside his Adam’s apple.

His mouth parted and eyebrows raised at my fun, letting out a trapped puff of air from the back of his throat.

"I’m quite enjoying myself," I teased, using his frustrating accent.

He curved the corner of his lip at me and I stole the smirk with a kiss. I rode my hips over him slowly, moving intentionally. The rise I sought came immediately as I felt the flexed muscle press between my legs.

His hands moved across my back towards my shoulder as he breathed heavily into me. Pushing me back, I saw the pained struggle he was going through.

"Rebel. You need to stop."

It sounded more like a plea, like he was begging me not to torture him in such a way. I wondered how far I could take it. How much he could endure.

"Grayson," I whispered seductively, a whimper touching the edge of his name and his grip on my shoulders faltered.

I fell back onto him, sucking at his neck with a gentleness that made his stomach rise to me between each kiss.

"Rebel," he breathed, eyes closed and cock hard.

I shifted myself down, licking my way towards his waistline with crushing slowness.

"Well, there is that."

Another smile broke through as the promise of my fruitless temptation vanished. My fingers worked his button free, pulling down the zipper with my teeth. I pulled at his waistband, releasing the hunger that begged for my touch.

The power I held over him hovered between us. I gazed at the girth of him, my wants clear as I contemplated the best way to accomplish my task. I took him in my hands and a sigh at the contact came from him.

I leapt a little inside, wanting more of his sounds. I pulled myself to the tip, dragged him over my bottom lip but refused more without payment. He grunted in frustration as my teasing continued, fingers dragging up and down him.

"You. Are. A. Menace. Rebel Sterling."

His ragged breaths pushed me closer. I took him in my mouth, only the head at first and the low groan that elicited from him filled me with a craving for more. I drove him deeper, sucking at him while enjoying the way he responded to me.

His fingers wrapped in my hair, pulling me down on him. He was gentle as he tugged at my head. This was the kindest place I could receive him. I rewarded him, opening my mouth wider to fit more of him in.

I grabbed at the skin beneath him, exploring where I knew it would affect him. I moved with a deliberate mischief, pulling on him deeper and faster. The flow of his blood beat against my tongue, rising to the challenge I presented.

Coaxing him to my will, his body tensed further as he reached the tip of the iceberg. I quickened my movements, using the bond to know exactly what pleased him most. A low grown escaped him as he curled into me.

The hot liquid pumped into my mouth, surprise straightening my back at the taste of him. I pulled away, letting it spill over my lips with a satisfied feeling settling in my lower belly. He fell back with a fuck falling with him.

The blood still pumped through his length as I waited for his heartrate to slow, moving my hand over the last of his shudders.

Climbing towards his side, I lay my head on his chest. His breathing began to calm as his hand reached for my hair. He chuckled softly, gratified by my achievement.

I rested against him, and a dull frustration began to rise. I tugged at the fabric around me again, hoping the tension had eased its hold, but it stayed tight as ever. The wetness between my legs was there, and so was the quiet ache of knowing I wouldn’t be able to touch it.

For now, this had to be enough. His satisfaction mixed with his hand in my hair, and the hope that this spell wouldn’t last forever.

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