Kidnapped by my mate by Annie Whipple
Chapter 116

BELLE

THREE WEEKS LATER

There was nothing better than sitting in a tub of steaming hot water after a long day.

Grayson and I had to be up at the butt–as*s crack of dawn for training, and then we were busy up until about ten o’clock that night.

And, yes, you read that right, Grayson was finally teaching me how to fight, despite my months of begging him.

Now that I was getting better at using my powers, Grayson knew he would never be able to keep me away from danger if I had my heart set on participating.

Locking me up with Liam would never happen ever again because I could just magically appear wherever I damn well pleased.

So Grayson agreed that if I was going to insist on putting myself in harm’s way rather than hiding away like a helpless doll, I might as well know how to defend myself.

In addition to all of this, after we finally mated for the first time, we couldn’t get enough of each

other.

And I wasn’t just talking about se*x–although the se*x was great. We just wanted to be around each other constantly.

It felt good to know that Grayson truly hadn’t been avoiding me for all that time when he first brought me to Zaweth.

He was just se*xually frustrated–to put it mildly–and being around me without being able to touch me only made his frustration a million times worse.

But now we could spend as much time with each other as we wanted–and, boy, did we take advantage of that. The only time we spent apart was when I went off with Minnie to help save

someone’s life.

Healing people was the most rewarding experience ever. I understood why Minnie loved what she did so much. There was nothing quite like being the one to give a suffering person a little bit of

peace.

Minnie’s and my powers were definitely different, but they usually ended with the same result.

If someone chopped their finger off, Minnie could heal it, so it was no longer an open wound. But it would still be a stub.

I, on the other hand, would be able to reattach the finger, to mend the skin back together so there was nothing left behind but a simple scar.

And most importantly, I could bring people back to life–a power that I developed after Kyle was killed by the force field.

But although I had been praised after discovering this ability, it had its downsides. One was the time limit. I couldn’t do anything for a person who was gone longer than a few hours.

It was terrible to rush to help someone only to replace that I was too late. And then, It became my responsibility to tell the family.

I also didn’t think it was fair for me to decide who got to live and who had to die. I didn’t want to play God. Therefore, I only brought people back to life on rare occasions.

My one exception was the day that Azazel killed countless people with the force field. I saved everyone I could, leaving only a few people who were beyond saving.

I had done what I could to help. And I felt unbelievably good about that.

Grayson and I were equals now, both respected and loved by our people. We shared the responsibilities and burdens of being rulers of Zaweth–of the supernatural.

And we loved each other. More than I ever thought it was possible for two people to love each other.

Grayson didn’t say anything as he entered the bathroom.

My li*ps turned up the tiniest bit, but otherwise, I stayed quict too, keeping my eyes shut, even as I felt his gaze roam over my naked body and heard his breathing turn laborious.

I had left the bubbles out of my bath today for a reason.

I could hear rustling as he approached me and then quickly removed his clothes.

Neither of us spoke when he scooped me up in his arms and settled us back into the still–hot bath, with my b

back against his chest and his legs on either side of my hips.

He purred for me, the vibrations rolling through my body and settling in my core, making my pussy pulse with sudden need.

I hummed, knowing that his goal was to turn me on. As if I weren’t already turned on the moment.

I wasn’t the only one. I could feel his hard length pressing up against my lower back like an invitation, one I was eager to accept.

I didn’t hesitate before reaching behind me and wrapping my hand around him, giving his pulsing manhood a few strokes. He growled low.

Eagerness filling my chest, I turned and straddled his lap. I pressed my li*ps to his before grabbing his length once more and lowering myself down on him.

We both groaned in bliss against each other’s mouths as I started to ride him, squeezing my pussy around him in the way I knew he liked.

After a few moments, he removed his li*ps from mine and let his head lull back against the ridge of the tub.

He watched me bob up and down on his dick, taking in my bouncing breasts and blushed cheeks with a predatory look in his eyes.

I could already tell tonight was going to be a long night. And I was looking forward to every second of it.

Grayson had his hands on my hips to help guide me up and down his cock but otherwise left me to do what I wanted–to be in charge of both our pleasure.

My chest swelled. I was no longer afraid to touch him.

A few minutes later, we were both groaning in satisfaction as we came, me pulsing around him while he filled me up with his hot cum–a feeling I was never going to get sick of.

I leaned on his chest when we both came down while he ran a hand up and down my back in soft strokes. And I suddenly felt faint with loving him so much.

I told him exactly that. “I love you, Grayson,” I whispered against the skin of his chest.

His purring increased. “My perfect little mate.” He bent down and kissed my forehead. “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know,”