Ripper(109)

The butterfly hit the perfect spot and I started to moan. Gray’s head came up.

“No. Not yet. Tonight you come with me. You come all over my cock or you don’t come at all.” He brushed the vibrator to the side and kneeled between my legs. “I have a lot of work to do with you, Kelsey mine,” he promised as he fitted that big cock against my pussy. “I think you’ll enjoy the training, though.”

One long, rough thrust and he was in. He was so big that the fit was almost uncomfortably tight. He was on his knees, his hands cradling the cheeks of my ass as he ground himself into me. His eyes were on the sight of his flesh disappearing into mine.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he said reverently. “I love you.” After a minute or two of long, slow thrusts he changed his position and placed the vibrator back on top of my clit. The exquisite tremors made me shake.

“Gray,” I pleaded because he didn’t want me to come but I didn’t see a way around it.

He chuckled as he moved on top of me, his weight pressing the vibrator down, grinding it in time with his pounding thrusts. “You come now, Kelsey. You come all around my cock. Make me feel it.”

I obliged, thrusting back against him as much as the restraints would allow. The whole center of my body convulsed. Every muscle seized almost painfully and then burst into pleasure. I screamed as I came and Gray’s hands became almost savage as he held my hips in place and his desire took over. He’d seen to me and now he would let himself go.

He pounded into me, using me as roughly as he wanted because he knew I didn’t care. I lay shaking beneath him as I watched him throw back his head and growl as he came. He bit into his bottom lip as he held his hips tight against mine, getting every last drop out, pouring it all into me. He finally fell over, exhausted. He let his head lay against my chest and his hands moved restlessly over my body.

“I reserved the room today,” he said and I felt his smile on my skin.

I knew which room he was talking about. He was talking about the bridal suite at the downtown hotel where he’d first “seen” me.

“You were sure of yourself,” I murmured. My body felt deliciously replete.

Gray’s head came up and he looked seriously at me. His hand went possessively to my stomach. “I’m sure of us.”

I smiled. “I am too, Gray.”

He seemed satisfied with my answer and went about untying me, kissing each limb sweetly as he undid the knot. When he was finished with the task, he rolled over onto his back and pulled me into his arms. He cuddled me close, my head resting on his chest.

I was drifting off to sleep, secure in the circle of his body when he whispered to me. “I’m going to marry you and no one will ever take you away from me. I won’t let it happen. Once we’re married, I won’t let you run away from me.”

I shook my head because that was a strange statement to make. I hadn’t tried to run from him when I discovered his parentage. I couldn’t think of anything that would make me run from him.

I didn’t have a very vivid imagination.





Chapter Fourteen





Peter Hamilton simply wasn’t strong enough. The next day, I stood inside the courthouse trying to pretend to listen while Gray introduced me to some attorney he knew. The minute we entered the courthouse, Gray had been besieged with acquaintances. It had taken us twenty minutes to finally make it to the department that handled marriage licenses. We’d signed everything we needed to sign and now had to wait three days to get married right back here at the courthouse. I was supposed to arrange some sort of small reception afterward with my mom, brothers, and Liv. I’d received these instructions in between small discussions with coworkers who were shocked to discover Lieutenant Sloane was taking a bride.

I was supposed to play the dutiful fiancée and start moving into my new home, call the restaurant Gray wanted to have the reception at, and most of all contact Devinshea Quinn and give him back his check. That didn’t seem particularly fair to me. I’d caught the killer¸ I deserved the money, but Gray had been extremely insistent that I have nothing further to do with the faery.

“We’re getting married in three days,” Gray was saying to John something or other.

But I was thinking about strength.

I’d felt Peter Hamilton’s strength last night. It seemed to be an intrinsic part of whatever was happening to me. When that other part of me took over, I could judge my opponent’s strengths. One thing had been certain. Peter Hamilton’s body was breaking down. He’d found it difficult to properly aim the gun due to his advanced brain tumor. If he had trouble holding a gun, how had he managed to handle five werewolves and a shapeshifter?