Page 8 of Grayson’s Challenge

One side of his mouth rose, and he snaked his arm around her waist once more, and pulled her flush to him. Her lush curves molded to the hard planes of his chest, and farther below, his hard-on was cushioned by her stomach. “Babe, I’m the best.”

“Arrogant much?”

“Just stating a fact.”

Grayson slid his hand onto her nape and pulled her face to him. Her lips parted, and he noticed the absence of lipstick. He appreciated it, because the taste of lipstick could disguise a woman’s natural scent. And Mona’s own aroma appealed to him on a primal level. It spoke to the vampire in him, drew him to her just like a moth was drawn to the light.

“You gonna just stare, or are you going to kiss me anytime soon?”

He smirked. “You gonna boss me around all night?”

“If it gets me what I want …”

Grayson captured her mouth and drowned out whatever else she wanted to say. Her lips were firm, yet yielding to his demand. Hungrily, he swept his tongue into her mouth and dueled with its counterpart, enjoying the fierceness with which she stroked her tongue against his. The way she responded to him with barely-leashed passion, made his cock grow even harder. He slid one hand to her ass, grabbing one firm cheek and pressing her to him. She acknowledged his erection with a moan he swallowed into his chest, where it ricocheted against his ribs and made his body vibrate. With male pride, he ground his cock against her groin, while he delved deeper into the sweet cavern of her mouth to explore her.

When he felt Mona’s hand on his nape, caressing him there, he moaned and felt a spear of electricity charge through his core and shoot into his cock. With her other hand, she grabbed his butt and jerked him to her. He kept kissing her, and continued to explore her. He swiped his tongue over one of her canines, caressing it softly, until he felt her fangs descend from their sockets and extend to their full length.

“Fuck, yeah,” he cursed before he licked first one fang, then the other.

Mona went soft in his arms, her body molding itself to his, her heart pounding, her breaths shuddering. Uncontrolled moans rolled over her lips. She was responding to him caressing her fangs, the most erogenous zone of any vampire or vampire hybrid. To her, it would feel as if he were licking her clit, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted her to come apart in his arms, right here where any passerby could see what they were doing.

Holding her head firmly so she couldn’t escape the sensual caresses he unleashed on her fangs, he shoved one leg between her thighs. Without inhibition, Mona followed his unspoken invitation and rubbed her pussy on his thigh, riding him like she would ride his cock later. The scent of her arousal drifted to his nostrils, and he filled his lungs with her aroma. Her moans were louder now, more uncontrolled as if she’d forgotten that they were in public.

Another swipe of his tongue over her fangs, and Mona suddenly shuddered in his arms, climaxing.

She gasped, and Grayson released her lips, but tightened his grip around her waist, holding her steady while she tried to bring her breathing under control.

He pressed his face into her hair and inhaled her scent. “So, did I pass the test?”

“Mmm.”

“I take that as a Yes.”

“Smartass,” she murmured, but there was no heat behind the insult.

“My loft is only two blocks from here.”

Just as well, because that was about his limit of how long he could restrain himself from freeing his rampant cock and plunging into her.

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Monique still felt a pleasant humming between her legs when Gray ushered her into his top-floor loft in a three-story building on a quiet side street only a stone’s throw away from the Black Velvet. The moment he closed the door behind them, she shoved him against a wall and kissed him. The way he’d touched and kissed her outside the bar had made her hungry for more. Impatiently, she tugged on his shirt and sent the buttons flying, before reaching for his belt, when he suddenly snatched her wrists.

Surprised, she released his lips. “Chickening out?”

He grinned, and hell, if that expression didn’t make him look even sexier. “You’ve got somewhere to be, babe? ‘Cause even if you rush this, you’re not leaving my bed till sunrise.”

“Worried that you won’t keep it up long enough?”

He pulled her hand down to his groin and pressed it on the hard bulge there. Then his green eyes looked at her with an intensity that made her heart flutter. “Does that feel like it’s going soft anytime soon?”

She squeezed his hard-on through his pants. “Mind if I take it for a test drive?”

He chuckled, then released her wrist. “You’re not the kind of woman who takes orders from anybody, are you?”

He was right about that. “I like to give them. Now strip.”

A cocky smile around his lips, Gray shrugged out of his shirt and dropped it to the floor. His eyes still locked with hers, he kicked off his shoes, then opened his belt and his pants and dropped them. He wore tight fitting black boxer briefs, and his erection stretched the fabric to capacity.