Chapter 36. Beneath the Fangs

BELLE

In what felt like less than a second, I was lying flat on my back on a bed in one of the bedrooms, looking up at my mate on top of me.

I didn’t even have time to process before his hands were ripping my panties from my legs and launching them across the room, then shoving the skirt of my waitress uniform up around my waist.

He gripped my thighs and spread my legs open as wide as he could, his eyes immediately finding my needy pussy with a ravenous expression.

“You’re so wet for me,” he groaned, his chest heaving.

Right before I was ready to start begging again, his thumb parted my folds and then pressed down on my clit.

My entire body violently convulsed at the simple touch, nearly coming then and there. The shudder of pleasure that traveled through me was so intense that it had stars exploding behind my eyes.

“I know, baby,” Grayson said, still gently playing with my little bud of nerves. I writhed beneath him. “Fuck, you’re a fucking