Wolf Moon - A HOT and steamy PNR Paranormal Romance

Wolf Moon - Chapter 9

It was seriously late that morning when Grace eventually stirred. Immediately, she was aware of being in unfamiliar surroundings. Having never seen Benedict's bedroom in daylight, she was surprised at how richly decorated it was, with intricate tapestries and priceless artwork hanging from the walls, the thick carpets resplendent, the bedding uber-luxurious.

Rolling her head slightly, it soon became evident that she was still being tightly embraced.

'You okay?' Benedict grumbled sleepily, squeezing her gently. 'Please don't go yet.'

She secretly enjoyed witnessing his more vulnerable side for a change, not that she hadn't adored the version of Benedict who'd tied her to this very bed last night and demanded untold levels of ecstasy from her body. Grace sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Surely, nothing on this earth could feel better than being right here, in this moment, with this man.

Surprisingly, given the extremes of both pleasure and exhaustion she'd been driven to the previous night, it didn't take long before Grace's mind was focused much more on her companion than gaining additional sleep. Although she didn't believe he'd meant it as a sexual gesture, just the sleepy, gentle brush of his fingers along her forearm was starting to turn her on. So much so, that she actually groaned when he migrated around to stroke the delicate, thin skin of her inner wrist.

'Really?' Benedict queried playfully, his voice no more than a low, deep grumble. 'You need more? Even after last night?'

'No! Of course not!' she replied, entirely unconvincingly.

'What did I tell you?' he asked, sounding less amused now, as he pushed her forward slightly, making her more easily accessible to the wickedness he was considering. 'You'll find it almost impossible to lie to me, so don't even bother trying.'

And with that mild threat, his hand dropped down to one rounded, naked ass cheek, circling purposefully, occasionally dragging her skin in such a way that made her pussy lips open slightly. Predictably, Grace groaned in response.

'I am not doing this to give you enjoyment,' he complained, before smacking his hand down against her stimulated skin.

'Fuck,' she grunted, instantly sensing liquid flooding to her core. He might not be intending to turn her on, but that was exactly what he was doing. As his hand spanked her for a second time, she groaned even more loudly, her lower body spasming gently in response.

'I'm serious,' he stated, although Grace honestly didn't think he meant it. On the contrary, he sounded rather pleased by the turn of events. 'I don't want to hear any more sounds of pleasure, or this really will turn into a punishment.' And with that, he pushed her torso more firmly down into the mattress and pulled open her legs.

Biting against her lower lip, Grace took him at his word and did her utmost to stifle the breathy exhales of desire she was in danger of releasing, each and every time his hand fell upon her sensitive ass cheek. Her response was made more challenging thanks to Benedict's hand edging ever closer to her open pussy.

'Better,' he praised, after the sixth light slap had echoed between them. 'But I can't help noticing a faint scent tainting the air.' Dragging in a huge lungful of oxygen, he paused before exhaling slowly, as though savouring a fine wine. 'I do hope you haven't made the mistake of getting turned on during your punishment?'

'N...no,' she stammered, instantly wishing she hadn't replied. After all, she'd just told Benedict another downright lie.

'Perhaps I should check, just to be sure?' Sliding a leg over one of hers, he trapped her firmly in place. Pushed further onto her tummy, Benedict's actions ensured Grace remained fully open to him. 'I do hope I'm not going to find out that you're wet,' he groaned, sliding between the damp warmth of her legs, to cup her pussy with his large hand.