The Hybrid

Chapter 18

**** Author' note*****
If you aren't comfortable with sexual content then I suggest you skip this chapter! Otherwise happy reading!*****

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"Theo, come on.. We need to make a move if you want to find your horse..-"

Grace whispered as she felt his chapped brims brushing on the back of her neck, his stubble tickling her sensitive skin and goosebumps appeared across her body, a smile tugging her own brims before a small nervous laugh rose through her. Hand reaching out to grasp at the sheet under her.

Callous hand slid under the shirt that covered her naked frame as Theo nipped at her neck playfully, a rumble rose through him when he heard her laugh. God he had missed hearing that noise, missed feeling her under his grasp. His fingers skimmed over her waist and Grace squirmed to escape his grasp as another laugh rose through her.

"Don't..-" She began and he laughed softly.

"You're ticklish I remember..-" He murmured as his hand moved up to cup her breast, a hum rose through the pair. His thumb and index finger rolled the bud of her nipple between them. A shudder rolled over Grace as her eyes closed instantly. The bud hardening with each roll and slight tug.

Heat instantly pooled between her legs, pheromones shifting between the couple prompted a low growl to escape Theo as her scent climbed up to his nose.

So fucking intoxicating.

His hand grasped her shoulder and flipped her so she was laid on her back, grey hues scanning over her body as rumbling rose through him once more, taking in the sight of his missing mate, his Luna.

A smile grew across Grace's features as she watched Theo and the shift that came from deep within him, smelling his lust as it filled their tent.

Her smile only provoked his own smirk, realization hitting him as eyes shifted down to the material covering her body. With his index finger he hooked under the edge of the shirt, lifting it slightly as he saw no other barriers between them. He mocked a gasp of shock as he tried to keep his grin at bay, his brows raising as his eyes shifted back to hers. “Grace Eliza. You shouldn’t walk around like this...”

Her own gaze followed his, watching his finger hook on the edge of the shirt before laughing softly when he stole a peek before rolling her eyes towards him playfully. "Why shouldn't I? It wasn't like anyone had offered clothing when I was on the streets-" she sat up on her elbows before using one hand and guided it towards her core where it was slightly slick, aroused from his stare. "Maybe I was making it easier for you, Theo..-"

He watched her actions carefully, a new hunger flooding over his body as he saw her digit slip towards her core, automatically pushing her legs open for a better view. “God damn, woman. You’ll be the death of me.” He murmured before pushing her hand out of way, dipping his head lower. His tongue extended, slowly gliding it over the length of her slit, savoring her arousel for him. He gently nipped and sucked on her lips, aching to taste her sweet nectar.

"At least you'll die a happy man...-" She murmured to him before allowing him to push her hand away, a moan escaped her when she felt his tongue glide effortlessly over her slit, fingers grasping at the sheets as her legs tried to close at how his teeth nipped at her, heat flooding through her body as she felt her heart leap instantly at the intimate touch.

“Mm.” He plunged his face deeper against her sex as her legs tried to close, allowing his tongue to dip into her core before trailing up to her clit. The slick muscle of his tongue gliding over the small bud as her taste lingered in his mouth. “Fuck, you’re delicious.” He groaned before returning to his actions, his tongue continuously flicking.