Fate (The Edge of Forever) (9 page)

He closed the distance between us. Kneeling before me, Grayson kissed me soft, but deeply, first on my lips, then my neck. He moved to my collarbone, then over my heart. He paused, cautiously, like he might startle me, he placed a longer, deeper kiss on each of my breasts. My head fell back, and I moaned with pleasure. Resuming his speed, Grayson proceeded down my stomach, over my belly button. His fingers grasped my panties. My body responded on its own accord, lifting and allowing Grayson to pull them effortlessly down my legs. 

“Lay back,” he whispered. There was a hunger to his voice, stronger than I had ever heard from him before.
 

I scooted back on the bed before lying down. Grayson grasped my thighs, yanking me quickly to the edge of the bed. I gasped. Before I could even adjust, I moaned with pleasure as Grayson’s mouth claimed my sex. His tongue explored me, tasting all of me. He teased me with his lips and teeth. My back arched off the bed, as I relished in the sensation. Grayson slid a finger into me, then another. He moved them while his mouth continued its teasing. The joint efforts caused something to stir in me, something I had never felt before, but that my body was straining towards something.
 

“Please...” I begged. For what? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I needed it.

With a final flick of his tongue, Grayson sent me crashing over the edge. Every muscle in my body tightened. My head fell back. My toes curled. I screamed with pleasure that I had never before experienced. It was pure undiluted ecstasy.

I felt the mattress shift with Grayson’s weight as he came to lie next to me. His fingers trailed up and down my stomach. With my afterglow fading, I couldn’t refrain from a small giggle.
 

“What?” Grayson ask with a hint of amusement to his voice.
 

“That was...” I shook my head unable to find the word.
 

Grayson chuckled. “That was just a preview.”
 

Before I could absorb his words, Grayson’s lips crushed against mine, causing my desire to spike again. His arm lifted me as it wrapped around my back, and he pulled me further onto the bed. His finger trailed up my body, coaxing delight from me. I couldn’t believe after the pleasure Grayson had just made me feel, that my body was still thirsting for more.
 

Grayson settled himself between my thighs. His mouth broke from mine moving to take one of my nipples into his mouth. My body writhed beneath him. He switched to the other using the same technique. When I could take no more, I cupped Grayson’s face between my hands pulling him to my mouth. I pressed my tongue against his lips, until he opened them for me. My fingers were tangled in his hair as I moved my hips against him. I could feel his firmness against me. My body continued to move against his until it found him at the perfect spot. I froze, not knowing what to do from here.

Grayson broke from my lips. “Hang on baby. Let me get a condom.” 

I stopped him when he tried to shift off me. “You don’t have to do that,” I said with a smirk. His brows furrowed with confusion. I giggled at his expression before I explained it. “I’m a virgin,” he nodded, “which means even if I was human, I’m clean. I’m also a vampire.” His brow still furrowed. “I can’t get pregnant.”
 

“Oh?” he said like the thought hadn’t occurred to him yet, then he smiled crookedly at me. “So, no condom.” I shook my head with a smile which he returned.

Grayson again lowered his lips to mine. His hand slid up my thigh, adjusting it above his hip. His lips pulled away. His eyes locked on mine as he began to press his hard length into me excruciatingly slowly. My senses heightened. I felt every single blissful inch of him penetrating me. 

My body tightened when I felt a sharp pinching pain deep inside me as Grayson took my virginity. He paused, giving me a moment to relax then continued to ease past it until he was sheathed in me and could go no further. I opened my eyes. Grayson’s face was filled with concern.
 

“You’re the first virgin I’ve been with.” I could hear the worry in his voice. Worry over the pain he just caused me.

I smiled reassuringly at him. “I wouldn’t have known. You’re doing an amazing job.” I lifted my head to give him a gentle kiss. Grayson pulled his hips back, and then slowly thrust them back. My head fell back to the bed. With each thrust his tempo increased until I was writhing beneath him again. My back arched. My fangs were extended to a sharp point aching for me to sink them into something. My insides convulsed as my orgasm ripped through me. Grayson was right; the first had just been a preview. This one felt much more intense. Every fiber of my being felt like it imploded on itself, then exploded raining white hot ecstasy across the universe. A calm slipped over my skin, along with a warmth I knew I could so easily get used to.

I felt the hot rush of Grayson’s own orgasm spilling into me. His head relaxed against my shoulder as his heavy breathing grew warm on my neck. Slowly he eased out of me. Lying on his back he pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arm around me. I laid my head over his heart. The gentle sound of his blood pumping lulled me to sleep.
 

***

I smiled at the memories. I had never imagined I could have this. Someone in my life who knew what I was and accepted me anyways. I eased his arm off of me then slid quietly out of bed. I looked around the floor for my clothes. When I came up empty handed, I tiptoed across the floor to Grayson’s closest. I skimmed through his shirts, when I ran across a dress shirt that looked like in no longer fit him. I slipped it on only buttoning up to my mid breast before sneaking out of the room.

The world seemed completely mundane yet entirely different. I stood in the kitchen thinking it would be a nice gesture if I cooked breakfast, which it would be, if I knew how to cook. My attention was diverted when I heard a phone chirp.
 

I walked to the counter where my clutch lay resting. Digging in it, I pulled out my phone. I had ten text messages and three missed calls. I opened the texts first, all of which were from Shawn.

Gaby
baby where u b?

It’s after 2. Call me.

Did you tell him?

Ok I’m worried. Call me.

If ur having a good time thats gr8 just text me let me no ur ok

Your mom is calling me what you want me to do?

I stopped there and decided to call Shawn. He answered on the third ring. “Where the hell have you been? Do you know how freaking worried I was? No call. No text. For all I know you could have told him what you were and he staked your ass.” 

Cutting off his rant, “Sorry
mom
... I meant to call, Shawn,” I said sarcastically. “I did tell him.” 

The line went quiet for a second. “And?” Shawn asked keeping his tone steady.

“And I just climbed out of his bed and I’m walking around in one of his shirts.” 

What happened next left my ear ringing for the next week. He squealed. Yes, squealed like a fourteen year old girl who just saw one of those sexy guys from Twilight. “Omg Gab! We gotta go out and celebrate. It’s not every day your bestie loses her V card. Speaking of, how was it?”
 

I giggled, “It was amazing. Every muscle in my body aches.”
 

“That means he did it right. Did he get you off?”
 

My face blushed, and not just pink, but deep dark red. I was glad Shawn couldn’t see me. “Yes.”
 

“Are you sure? If there is any doubt then he probably didn’t.”
 

“Uh...” I giggled, “There is no doubt. My throat hurts from all the screaming.”
 

“Ugh... Gaby... TMI.”
 

I huffed. “Seriously Shawn? That’s TMI, but asking if he got me off isn’t?”
 

“Gosh Gab. I’m just joking. So when can I meet lover boy?”
 

I sighed, “He just found out that vampires exist. I don’t want to hit him with too much by telling him werewolves exist too.”
 

“You don’t have to tell him I’m a Were, just that I’m your best friend and I have to give him the once-over for approval,” Shawn said.

“I don’t recall ever giving a once over to the guys you slept with.” 

“That’s different.”
 

“How?” I spat.
 

“One, it was just sex. No relationship. Two, I didn’t need you to help hide it from my possessive mother.”
 

My stomach dropped. “Shit. I forgot about that. What did she say when she called?”
 

He laughed. “You actually think I was crazy enough to pick up the phone. I figured you’d tell her you crashed at my place.”
 

I inhaled deeply. The scent of Grayson was still lingering on my skin. It filled my lungs, making my heart race a bit. “You forget she can tell when I’m lying. Heartbeat. Remember?”
 

“Then make yours race before you talk to her. Think about your sex filled night with the hottie still lying naked in the next room and all the dirty things he did to you. She won’t be able to tell the difference.” Shawn’s words already created the reaction. He was right. That definitely would get my heart racing.
 

“Alright. I better let you go. Before I do, can you tell me how to make French toast?”

***

I walked back into Grayson’s bedroom carrying a plate of toast and a cup of juice. I had tried my best to follow Shawn’s direction to make French toast. It seemed easy enough, but after five messed up pieces, I decided toast from the toaster was better. I set both dishes on the night stand, then crawled back in bed. I ran my fingers up Grayson’s chest, tracing his muscles then laid deep warm kisses starting at his belly button and began working my way up. I made it to the base of his neck, when he finally woke up.
 

“Mmm... Good morning,” he whispered.
 

“Good morning,” I spoke in between kisses.
 

I was up to his ear. Taking the lobe between my lips I sucked on it lightly. Grayson inhaled a sharp breath, his hands came up to clutch my waist. “I wish I was woken up like this every morning.” He hissed between his teeth. “Beautiful woman in my bed. The smell of food in the air. Being woken up by pleasure.”
 

I whispered in his ear, “If you could only have one, which would it be?”
 

Without missing a beat, he said, “Food.” I leaned back and playfully slapped his shoulder.
 

He chuckled, rolling over on top of me. “No,” he said in seriousness. “I would rather,” his fingers undid the bottom button of the shirt I was wearing. My breathing quickened. “Have you,” another button. “In my bed,” the next one, “any day,” one more left. My chest was rising and falling heavily. My heart pounded in my throat. “Then anything else.” He shifted the shirt open, and dropping his head, he pressed deep kisses over my breasts. My fangs descended instantly, I would need to work on controlling them. My back arched off the bed. Grayson trailed kisses down my stomach then came back up the side on my body before coming to my breast again. I moaned. My body quivered with delight. Grayson’s fingers slipped between my thighs, pressing into me. My head lulled back in pleasure.
 

“Does this hurt?” He asked while moving his fingers in and out excruciatingly slow.
 

I shook my head. “No...Feels...Good.” He pulled his fingers back and I cried out from the loss. Grayson slipped between my legs, positioning himself. I felt the tip of him at my opening. I wiggled my hips against him trying to urge him in. When that didn’t work, I whispered an incoherent “please.” I heard him groan as he eased himself in to me. His head dropped to my shoulder as we both adjusted to the sensation of being connected again. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, smiling. His eyes scanned my face. He reached a finger to touch one of my elongated fangs. “You’re beautiful.” He began to move inside me. There was no easing me into the sensation. Grayson started a quickening speed that had me racing towards the edge in seconds. Feeling my body clench around him, Grayson slowed his pace. Opening my eyes, I saw him smile and slam into me making my body explode around his. He followed a few seconds later shooting the warmth of his release into me.

We laid there connected for a while. His head rested against my forehead. He watched as my fangs retracted and my eyes returned to blue.

Completely sated, we climbed out of bed for breakfast. Grayson looked at the night stand where I had set the toast and juice.
 

“Toast?” He grinned, crinkling his brow. I returned the smile. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “And you said you couldn’t cook.”
 

I chuckled at him, shaking my head. “I tried to make French toast. I even called Shawn to ask how it was done, but...” I waved my hand to the plate of toast. He strolled over to me wearing only a pair of flannel lounge pants. I was still in the process of buttoning up the dress shirt I borrowed.