Wolf Moon - A HOT and steamy PNR Paranormal Romance

Wolf Moon - Chapter 6

Grace took a deep breath and knocked softly on the thick, wooden panel; so softly, in fact, that nobody would likely hear her. Holding that breath for the longest time, she eventually exhaled as she pushed open the door. A loud creak swiftly rattled through the previously silent air, courtesy of the old hinges, rendering her attempts at knocking completely unnecessary.

'Come in, Grace Amelia Taylor,' invited a deep voice from across the room. Grace was grateful not to hear even the slightest smugness in his tone. Benedict just sounded welcoming and pleased that she'd changed her mind. 'Come and lay down beside me.'

Tentatively, she walked towards the huge four-poster bed that dominated the centre of his bedroom, using the faint moonlight to guide her. Aware of Benedict throwing back the bedcover as she approached, Grace took the hand which was being tenderly offered out to her, and took her place on the bed beside him, as instructed.

'You don't have to be nervous,' he explained gently, unable to ignore her trembling form. He fully appreciated that her reaction was partly from fear, but also from desire. 'Nothing happens here that you don't dictate. Would you like a cuddle?'

'Yes, please,' she murmured, immediately finding herself pulled into Benedict's warm, powerful embrace. Up close, he smelt earthy and very male, in an entirely pleasing way. Whatever his night-time task had been, it was safe to assume it involved physical exertion.

Unlike the last time she'd been pulled against his amazing body, when carried across the moorland, this time he was wearing far less. Operating on the touch points of their bodies alone, Grace decided that he must be clothed in just a pair of boxer shorts because the bare skin of their legs was pressing against each other in the most exciting way. Furthermore, when her head fell back against his chest, that too was unclothed.

Grace was astonished at how incredibly comforting it felt just to be held. Instantly, feel-good endorphins flooded her bloodstream, ensuring that it wasn't long before her pulse began to lessen. Ethan had never been much of a snuggler, whereas she loved it. It was another good reason for their relationship to have ended. Benedict, on the other hand, felt like the world's best cuddler. Grace was in heaven.

'This is so nice,' she breathed, closing her eyes in bliss, as every worry she'd ever had miraculously evaporated from her mind.

'Mmmmm, isn't it?' agreed Benedict, squeezing Grace a little more tightly within the embrace, before returning to platonically stroking her arm.

The longest time passed, during which Grace grew to feel entirely safe within Benedict's company, even though they had only met for the first time earlier that night. It was therefore quite a surprise when he pressed his lips against her exposed neck. His actions sent all kinds of incredible flutterings through her.

'Do you want to stay like this for the rest of the night?' he asked, speaking in a gentle, enquiring tone across her skin.

Grace's eyes closed slowly, savouring the intimate caress of his mouth against her body, the ghosting of his breath across her face. She wasn't entirely sure what her answer was to his question either; on the one hand, this amazing closeness they were sharing felt incredible. But on the other hand, she knew it could potentially be even better.

'I'm quite happy to remain this way all night, if that's what you want. It's just...'

'What?' she demanded, when his words ran out.

'Well...forgive me but, I can smell you. I know you're wet for me,' Benedict explained without shame.

'I...I...' gasped Grace, knowing he was correct, but certainly not wishing to own to it.