Try On
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"And I'm never going to have experience because of the fear I have of the idea of getting that experience. It's a vicious cycle."
"Luckily, you have me here," he opens his arms as if for me to contemplate his greatness, "I'm willing to give you all the experience you need. Just so you can come out of your shell. Then you'll go to the suspects and get information out of them. Trust me, you'll just need a little of that innocent look you do, a little 'oops, my little skirt is up' and a little touching their bodies until the pleasure makes them talk. It's a win-win here."
"And how exactly are you going to make that happen? Are you going to kiss me?” I ask, sticking the tip of my tongue out to lick my bottom lip. Gray's gaze follows it, but he shakes his head.
"Sadly, no. Kissing is something I don't do for pleasure. I don't like it, not at all. Especially not with omegas, ever.”
"Why not? Studies prove that the lips are the most erogenous area of the human body, sometimes even more so than the genitals. There are people who can reach a state close to orgasm with kisses alone."
"Not me, sorry. I haven't really kissed anyone since I was twelve and I haven't had even the slightest desire to do so," he mutters, and gives another look at my lips, "Not even when I see a mouth as perfect as yours."
Wow, how sad. I seriously wanted to do it, I think I even want it more than I want sëx. Maybe because it's more romantic, I don't know. But if I'm going to get experience, that should be the main thing.
"Do you think Bax could kiss me?"
"Ah... yeah. Baxter could kiss you, no doubt," he nods with a smile that comes out unsure, "But the rest is my job because I came up with the idea. I can kiss you on the body, anywhere, just not on the mouth."
"That sounds good," I agree, my breath catching, "Kiss me, then. Anywhere you want."
I swallow and my hands start to sweat profusely as Gray agrees. My gaze travels all around my pink room and then it stops on him. The contrast his presence and his black sweatshirt makes with everything else in here is so attractive.
Gray puts his hand on my arm, making all my hairs stand up and a shiver to run down my back. Then he moves his face closer to my neck and I swear I want this.
I really want it, but the feelings that come to me all at the same time overwhelm me.
"What's wrong?" Gray asks as I get up from the bed, taking a sharp intake of breath, "You know you can trust me, it's not like... wait, has anyone ever... forced you into something you don't want? Because I'd totally understand if that's the case, trust me."
"No, it's nothing like that," I hurry to tell him and then I look up at the ceiling in frustration, unable to shake the urge to run, "When I feel your hands on me... it causes a lot of things and I don't know how to deal with it all. I want to run or scream because of how much I want it."
"Then it's not fear," he murmurs, his smile starting to return to his face and he slowly stands up, as if he's a predator and doesn't want to scare his prey, "What you're feeling is just an overload of emotion. We can work with that."
He starts to approach me, squaring his shoulders and looking bigger than he is... or maybe I shrink. Either way, he's intimidating. His scent feels heavy and pleasant and makes me feel wet.
"I think I know how to make you relax with me," he says, and his voice now sounds deeper. He lifts his hands and places them on my waist, then roughly pulls me closer until I'm pressed against his body, "I'm going to convince you."
My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears and all my survival instincts command me to pull away. To run.
But at the same time, I'm liking the feel of this. It feels right.
Feeling like I'm trapped in a locked room, with an alpha I don't really know, who could do whatever he wants to me because he's stronger than me... I like it.
"It pleases you when I tell you how pretty you are, doesn't it?" he asks, lowering his face a little so he can speak directly into my ear. The sensation of his breath so close to such a sensitive area makes me shiver a little. His hand makes its way under my blouse and touches my skin like it did a few days ago at the gym, it makes my breathing get heavy, "You like it when I tell you how much I like your soft skin don't you? Then I’m sure you’ll like it if I tell you I'm hard because of you."
The last is not a question, and exactly when he says it, he presses on my tight and lets me feel that he is, in fact, hard.
This is the first time I'm feeling a p***s. Oh god, it's too much for me.
The strong desire to pull down his pants and pull him out so I can touch him better and maybe even play with him until he comes, makes me take a very decisive step backwards.
"Stop!" I command, putting my hand on his chest to stop him from moving closer. Grayson nods and drops hard to the bed again.
"Well, this is going to be harder than I thought," he mutters, with a frown and his hand moving to cover his erection. A few seconds later his face breaks into a big grin, "I really like difficult things, Mid. You have no idea."
Grayson
Little, sweet, angelic Midnight opens her eyes wide and swallows helplessly. I don't think I've been this hard in a long time.
Maybe since before I lost my virginity, when anything no matter how small would cause me to be aroused. Mid makes me feel like that again and I can't express how much I love that.
If only she wasn’t an omega… this could be the love of my life.
"There, we're done for the day. I won't do anything anymore, you can have a seat again and I won't touch you," I promise, and step back so she has more room, "We can keep talking business."
Mid gives me an unsure look and adjusts her short hair several times before she heeds me and sits on the bed, still looking nervous and flushed. But it's not a good idea to think about her pale flushed skin so I ignore the thought.
"Once we find the ïdiot running that account, which I'm sure is a guy, we'll find a way to steal his phone or computer. I have a a..."
"Steal?" asks Mid quietly, "Why don't we just ask him nicely to leave us alone?"
"Because we're not sentimental movie heroes who always do good things and in the end everyone learns a lesson and hugs each other. We like revenge," I state, but Mid doesn't share that with me, "Say we like revenge, Angel."
"Okay, we like revenge," she repeats, rolling her eyes.
God, her eyes.
"I like how the pupil of your blue eye is all fücked up," I mutter, moving closer to her face, which looks briefly annoyed, "No offense, it's fascinating. It's bigger than the other one and you have a little smudge around it."
"Yes, you've told me that before. Now, back to the subject. Revenge."
"Ah, right. Sweet revenge," I smile and nod, "I have a friend... my only friend besides Baxter and Gemma, by the way. I met him at... ah, I'll tell you later. This guy could get into Redboxinggloves' computer or phone and give us access to his account and private files and then we can post quite a few hurtful things about that person and private pictures."
"That's it?"
"Well... yeah," I shrug, "What did you expect? Homicide?"
"No, of course not!" She exclaims, "I would never kill someone."
"I know, Mid, god," I shake my head and am about to throw myself on the bed, but the doorknob starts moving and then Lion slams it.
"This is when you decide to start securing the door? Fantastic. Get out of there right now. We'll go to dinner."
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