Falling For My Father's Best Friend

Chapter 3: The Mark Of The Beast

Everly's POV

“Why?” I dared, taking another step closer. My heart was pounding in my chest with such force that I worried it would bruise.

My wolf, Lila, paced in the back of my mind, her nails dug into my soul. She wanted him and didn't care about anything else.

“You want me, Grayson. I can feel it. I can smell it on you.”

His jaw clenched. “I’ve known you since you were wearing pigtails. This is nuts.”

“I’m not a child anymore,” I said. My voice rumbled low. I reached out to wrap my hand around his extended wrist. He was burning up. He tensed as if I’d scalded him, but he didn’t withdraw his arm.

“Look at me and tell me you don’t want to claim me. Tell me that your wolf isn’t screaming for me right now.”

He finally looked at me. The raw hunger in his gaze weakened my knees. He had the eyes of a starving man looking at a feast.

“He is,” Grayson whispered, his voice rough. “Silver is losing his mind. But I’m trying to be the better man here.”

“Don’t be the better man,” I whispered back. I stepped closer to his body, my breasts grazing his skin, as his warmth radiated outward into my chilled skin. “Be my mate.”

That was it, the breaking point.

A sound that was both growl and sob ripped from Grayson's throat, and his hands latched onto my waist.

He didn't drag me closer; he lifted me up, my legs leaving the ground as he pushed me back against the closest wall.

The blow left me gasping for breath, but I no longer cared. His mouth was on mine in an instantaneous flash of punishment and need.

His tongue slid into my mouth, claiming it completely, even as his hands were frantically seeking the hem of my shirt.

My own hands buried in his hair, pulling him closer, trying to get inside of him.

“Everly,” he gasped against my mouth, his breath harsh with need. “If we do this, if I lay a hand on you, there is no going back. I won’t let you walk away.”

“Then don't let me leave,” I panted.

He yanked my shirt up, the material snagging on my arms before he tossed it aside. I stood there in my purple bra, my skin looking paler than the dark wood of his walls.

He looked at my breasts, and his eyes clouded, and then I watched as his wolf came through. His irises shone with a brilliant, predatory silver. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans without saying a word.

The zipper was loud in the quiet room. I unlaced my shoes and kicked them off as he pushed denim down my legs.

I was naked, vulnerable, powerful in a way that I never had been before in my life. I reached for his shirt. My hands were shaking as I tried to work the buttons, but I finally lost my temper with it altogether and pulled it down with enough force to make the buttons go rolling across the floor like hail.

I pushed the fabric off his shoulders, and the mass of muscle was revealed. Grayson was built like a god.

He had broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and abs that looked like they were sculpted from stone. He looked at me, and I could see that the battle was over.

My guilt was replaced with a singular passion.

He lifted me again, his heavy hands clamped onto my legs, and bore me towards the enormous bed that dominated the room. He tossed me onto the softness of the silk-draped surface, then came down on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed. It was a wonderful sensation.

“You’re so beautiful,” he growled, his voice like the rumble of gravel. He leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on the inner edge of my thigh. I arched my back, my cry tearing through my throat.

He took off the remainder of his clothes with an urgency that I had never witnessed before in the composed Alpha male. When he returned to me, he was completely naked, and he placed himself between my legs, his hands framing my face.

“Tell me to stop,” he gritted. “Tell me now, or it’s over.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” I whispered.

He bent down for a deep, passionate kiss as he entered me, and I gasped, my eyes flashing open. This was a moment of white-hot pleasure, of being filled. It was like a band around my heart was expanding.

I hissed as he slid into my s*x with his erection. He tensed, his forehead resting upon mine as he held still for a brief moment to let us both get used to it. He then continued moving.

It was a slow pace at first, one that left me scratching for oxygen in the sheets, crying out for his name.

Each thrust seemed like it was vibrating through my marrow. My legs locked around his waist to drag him closer into me.

Our ragged breathing, skin slapping, and the rumbling growls vibrating through his chest.

Grayson’s hands went from my waist to my shoulders, holding me in place as he quickened his pace.

“Grayson! Gray, please!” I called out, my head throwing backward.

“I’ve got you,” he growled. “I’ve got you, Everly.”

He shifted his weight, his mouth inches from the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I knew what he was about to do. I wanted it. I needed the mark.

Right as the climax overwhelmed me, a literal explosion of sparks behind my eyelids, Grayson let loose with a roar. His teeth dug into the sensitive skin of my neck.

I gasped feeling the sharp fangs needle into my skin, only lasting for a moment before it was replaced with a flood of cooling, numbing pleasure.

The mark seated itself into my skin, claiming me as his. He came one final time, his own orgasm striking him with such force that he collapsed onto me, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

~

I woke up to the gentle radiance of the sun shining through the heavy curtains. For a brief moment, I couldn’t figure out where I was.

I turned onto my side, looking at Grayson. He was still sleeping, looking younger and more at peace than I had ever seen him before.

He was naked, with the tangled bedclothes bunched around his hips. I reached out, tracing the edge of his jaw, feeling a flood of fondness that scared me.

I noticed my phone resting on the nightstand. It was glowing with the silent vibrate signal. I reached out to pick it up, and my heart fell into my stomach with one look at the lock screen.

I had ten missed calls from Dad. “Oh no,” I breathed, and panicked.

I scrambled out of bed, despite the ache in between my legs.

I pulled on my underwear and jeans that were lying on the floor, my hands shaking so violently that I could hardly get them on. I had to get out of there.

I had to get back home and make up a perfect lie for my absence before he sent a search party for me.

I was trying to grab my shirt, stumbling awkwardly over the rug, when a big, warm hand suddenly reached out and clamped down on my wrist.

I gasped, wheeling around. Grayson was sitting up with his eyes fixed intently on mine, giving a raw, possessive ownership that caused my breath to hitch in my throat.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his tone dark.