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The whistling of the wind and the flapping of the tent didn't drown out my heartbeat, which was beating faster and faster with excitement.

I slowly unzipped my jacket and slipped it off my shoulders. The tent didn't really leave much room for me to move with the two of me.

"Continue," Grayson growled when I paused. He glared at me with his now all golden eyes and I knew what I would be in a few eyes.

Boobs.

I became calmer and calmer. A feeling of happiness spread through me that I had previously only felt at his home by the lake. Luna had given me a second chance, more than once, after I so cruelly turned down the first one.

Tears filled my eyes faster than I could smile and blink them away.

"Let me do it for you!" Grayson grabbed my neck and pressed his lips to mine quickly and firmly. I was underneath him before I knew it and his hands were all over my body at once.

The kiss didn't end, nor did his nimble hands peeling me out of my clothes. Again and again he lifted me, turned me to strip my things from me.

His movements were powerful and gentle, like the kiss that didn't want to end. His lips only left me when he carefully put my arms over my head.

He knelt between my legs and straightened up as much as the tent would allow him. Longing for his touch, I wanted to reach for him again, but a dark, mysterious laugh drowned out the storm.

I put them down next to him and watched his fingers slowly trace the hem of my thermal shirt. His rough fingers increased the tingling of my skin in every place they touched and suddenly I couldn't move fast enough.

I sat up and raised my arms against the tent roof. Grayson dropped his hands and a sensual, lustful smile crept onto his face. His eyes twinkled like two stars and the storm raging around us couldn't keep up with the one building up between us.

"Ask me," his voice demanded harshly.

"Please," I breathed. A soft, somber laugh escaped his lips and the light in his eyes began to flicker. He slowly leaned toward me until his lips curled over my neck.

"Not good enough, Pebble," his voice sounded dark and promising in my ear. She chased more shivers through my body than the warm breath that slid over her. I was about to surrender my senses to him completely.

"You want to play?" I dropped my arms and lifted my chin. "Let's play!" I challenged him. Grayson lowered his eyes slightly, his thick lashes half hiding the lust in his eyes.

"I want to hear what you want," he said sternly.

"Touch me!"

"Not enough, Pebble," whispered his lust-drenched voice.

"Let me show you." I reached out for him, but he pushed me back.

"Tell me!" His words made me see stars, not just the two that twinkled in his eyes. It wasn't sex he was asking about, I suddenly realized.

He didn't want to know where to touch me, what he would do to me in the next few minutes, hours. He had known that for a long time.

"I'm yours. You're my mate. You're everything I want." I grabbed his cheek and pulled her towards me. The soft purr he made vibrated noiselessly against my palm.

"I'm so grateful you didn't give up on me. I love you, Grayson." Saying it out loud felt so good. My own words filled me with a warmth I just wanted to share with him.

Grayson's eyes closed and his head lowered into my hand. His blond curls tickled my hand as he touched it, and then a warm tear streaked my thumb.

Everything in me turned over, the tingling, which our touch caused, turned into a hurricane, the small tear on my thumb felt like a tsunami.

"You and I belong together," I whispered against the flood of emotion choking my throat.

When my voice failed, I kissed his golden head and rested my cheek against it. He slowly took my hand, which rested on his cheek. His head tilted slightly and his lips moved gently against hers.

They kissed every inch of my hand as I leaned my head against his. He twisted and caressed her until he had every bit of skin between his lips at least twice.

He gently placed her in my lap and looked at me again for the first time. His eyes were brown again, hazel. They were relieved, reassured, as if my words had relieved him of something.

"Raise your arms again," he whispered, and I immediately did. He gently slipped my shirt over my head and his hands immediately fell back on my hips. We were kneeling in front of each other now and his head brushed against the tent cover.

His lips curled over mine and his thick curls spoiled my view of his eyes as he pulled me against him. The loving touch of his lips held so many unspoken feelings.

I felt the pain I had caused him, the loneliness he had suffered. The sorrow when he met me again and the happiness he felt when he revealed to me that he was more to me than my stubborn companion who protected me.

Gently, his lips found the path they should have found so long ago. Even more slowly, they dug into my flesh. Millimeter by millimeter they lowered it deep into my throat.

The muscles in my neck tightened around his teeth to hold them in place longer, and they sank even deeper into my neck beyond possibility. Before I knew it and he pulled away from me, his jacket had already left his body.

He threw back his head contentedly and I saw his fangs slowly withdraw, as did his tongue, licking the last drop of blood from his lips. He rumbled contentedly against the tent ceiling and looked down at me.

Without a word he bent over me and only now did I realize that he was shaking slightly. I was incredibly warm even though I was wearing less clothing than he was. I grabbed one of the sleeping bags and put it over him.

"That won't be necessary, Pebble," he smirked, spreading my legs with his knees. It was like a request to strip the last of his clothes off his body. Only I was now with a pair of panties under him.

His naked, warm body pressed against me and the shivering was definitely not from the cold. He twisted his thumb and forefinger along the hem of it and tore it in a second.

"Much better," he murmured, pulling my panties out from between our bodies and lowering himself onto me.

"Much better," I murmured contentedly as he made his way to mark me fully. He entered me so slowly that I savored every second as the tingling, the pressure of his muscles against my skin, as his hands cupped my face.

"Look at me, Pebble," he breathed. "I want to see you become mine," he whispered as he began to move inside me. He tentatively explored each of my feelings that his movements triggered.

His movements were cautious and his gaze, which was on me, was attentive. He couldn't hurt me and I closed my eyes to fully absorb the feelings he was making me feel.

"Pebble," he growled.

"Kiss me and show me how much you want me." I opened my eyes briefly and the soft brown gave way to the golden glow. I got exactly what I wanted. I could feel him trying to control himself. His movements, on the other hand, were the opposite.

He penetrated me more and more impetuously. His gaze grew cloudy with each thrust of his body. With every moan it elicited from me, his body trembled more over me.

His head fell back on my neck and his arms slipped under my shoulders. He clung to me like he might lose me at any second.

"I'm yours, Grayson," I gasped in a daze. A rumble rumbled through my ear louder than I'd ever heard and his teeth dug into the back of my neck a second time.

Not gently, not cautiously, powerfully they bit into my neck and with each of his last thrusts they sank deeper until my mind completely fogged up and left me.