Suddenly, a feral growl ripples from Clay's chest, tearing through the hall as he grabs me by the waist, slamming me into his chest. His nose rubs a path along my neck as he whispers against my skin. "You better speed things up, lil' lamb because I'm not the only one hungry here." My body shudders as he pulls back slightly, his lust-filled eyes flicking beyond me to where the sounds of low growls are being emitted. Then his eyes return to mine, darkening. "I'd hate to have to kill someone at your inauguration service." The tone of his voice sends a chill down my spine, causing my pu*sy to clench from the rush of arousal.
"Sh*t, Clay, you're making it worst." Grayson quickly pulls me away from Clay, tilting his head to one side and exposing his neck. He nods, holding me close as he waits
