Romance: Auctioned To The Panther: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance Standalone (Wild Shifters Book 2) by Ashley Hunter Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Ashley Hunter
to get back to sleep, with how wired I am—that panic and the surge of adrenaline really woke me up! Know any ways that you could wear me out a little?”
Christian smiled wickedly at her. “I get the feeling you might have some ideas,” he said.
Grace raised an eyebrow innocently. “Me? I'm not so sure...”
Christian slid a hand between her legs, pleasantly surprised to find how moist she already was. “Look at you,” he said, “already ready for me to fill you, right here in the middle of the kitchen. You naughty girl.”
Grace moaned as he stroked lightly at her, doing her best to get a hand on him as well. They took turns playing with one another, letting their feelings build slowly, until Grace was biting her lip to keep from swearing and it was all Christian could do to keep up a steady rhythm and still remember to breathe. They were so incredibly compatible, Grace reflected, each of them seeming to know exactly how to get the other hot.
They came at nearly the same time. Grace started laughing softly; she felt so good just then. Christian smiled fondly at her. “Come on,” he sighed. “Let's go back to bed.”
Chapter Seven
Grace had expected that she'd go back to her home and her job eventually, but she found herself staying for longer and longer at Christian's mansion. Before she knew it, somehow she'd been there for nearly a month—and she still felt comfortable, the intimacy growing between the two of them.
She no longer felt like such a prisoner, although she didn't like to stray far from the house for strictly personal reasons (she still was afraid in the back of her mind that one of these days, Liam was going to show up and drug her again). In fact, it kind of seemed like things had worked out a little too well: sure, she'd had a horrible experience, but from that experience, she'd found herself living with the man of her dreams, and he showed no signs of getting sick of her.
Christian had, however, returned to work as usual at this point, which meant that there were some days when he was out in the office for the whole day (he could do most of his work from home, but sometimes he needed to oversee a particularly tricky deal or something like that). Still, Grace wasn't often left totally alone unless the servants had the day off or were out running errands.
It was the little things that kept Grace there, though. Christian was wonderful to her. Even on the days when he was off at work, he would always check up in the middle of the day to make sure she was all right, and usually he would bring home cookies or some other sweet treat from the bakery in the evenings.
He was the first person Grace had ever known who was incredibly rich but who didn't act like it. Instead, he just acted kind of like a normal guy—he put his feet on the coffee table, he sometimes drove himself to work, and he even sometimes played with his food, like that time he had shown her “how real Italians cook pasta” and thrown some of it at the wall to see if it stuck.
And Grace couldn't stop thinking about how attractive he was, either. She'd wake up in the morning with her pussy already wet and ready to go, just waiting to be filled. If Christian was there, of course they'd have sex; on the infrequent mornings when he wasn't there, she'd felt that she needed to bring herself off or wouldn't be able to concentrate for the rest of the day—but that had only left her feeling lonely and not entirely sated.
She liked having him there in bed with her too; he helped her get over her nightmares, and there were many nights where one or the other of them would wake up and spontaneously start to work on the other person, waking them with soft touches and deliberate gestures.
And his tongue —god, that man could do things with his tongue that made her toes curl! She'd never realized how easily she could get turned on before, but Christian seemed to take her body as a kind of challenge, trying
Christian smiled wickedly at her. “I get the feeling you might have some ideas,” he said.
Grace raised an eyebrow innocently. “Me? I'm not so sure...”
Christian slid a hand between her legs, pleasantly surprised to find how moist she already was. “Look at you,” he said, “already ready for me to fill you, right here in the middle of the kitchen. You naughty girl.”
Grace moaned as he stroked lightly at her, doing her best to get a hand on him as well. They took turns playing with one another, letting their feelings build slowly, until Grace was biting her lip to keep from swearing and it was all Christian could do to keep up a steady rhythm and still remember to breathe. They were so incredibly compatible, Grace reflected, each of them seeming to know exactly how to get the other hot.
They came at nearly the same time. Grace started laughing softly; she felt so good just then. Christian smiled fondly at her. “Come on,” he sighed. “Let's go back to bed.”
Chapter Seven
Grace had expected that she'd go back to her home and her job eventually, but she found herself staying for longer and longer at Christian's mansion. Before she knew it, somehow she'd been there for nearly a month—and she still felt comfortable, the intimacy growing between the two of them.
She no longer felt like such a prisoner, although she didn't like to stray far from the house for strictly personal reasons (she still was afraid in the back of her mind that one of these days, Liam was going to show up and drug her again). In fact, it kind of seemed like things had worked out a little too well: sure, she'd had a horrible experience, but from that experience, she'd found herself living with the man of her dreams, and he showed no signs of getting sick of her.
Christian had, however, returned to work as usual at this point, which meant that there were some days when he was out in the office for the whole day (he could do most of his work from home, but sometimes he needed to oversee a particularly tricky deal or something like that). Still, Grace wasn't often left totally alone unless the servants had the day off or were out running errands.
It was the little things that kept Grace there, though. Christian was wonderful to her. Even on the days when he was off at work, he would always check up in the middle of the day to make sure she was all right, and usually he would bring home cookies or some other sweet treat from the bakery in the evenings.
He was the first person Grace had ever known who was incredibly rich but who didn't act like it. Instead, he just acted kind of like a normal guy—he put his feet on the coffee table, he sometimes drove himself to work, and he even sometimes played with his food, like that time he had shown her “how real Italians cook pasta” and thrown some of it at the wall to see if it stuck.
And Grace couldn't stop thinking about how attractive he was, either. She'd wake up in the morning with her pussy already wet and ready to go, just waiting to be filled. If Christian was there, of course they'd have sex; on the infrequent mornings when he wasn't there, she'd felt that she needed to bring herself off or wouldn't be able to concentrate for the rest of the day—but that had only left her feeling lonely and not entirely sated.
She liked having him there in bed with her too; he helped her get over her nightmares, and there were many nights where one or the other of them would wake up and spontaneously start to work on the other person, waking them with soft touches and deliberate gestures.
And his tongue —god, that man could do things with his tongue that made her toes curl! She'd never realized how easily she could get turned on before, but Christian seemed to take her body as a kind of challenge, trying
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